Yesterday evening Elisabeth Sabaditsch-Wolff interviewed Geert Wilders, the leader of the PVV in the Netherlands, at the Hotel Sacher in Vienna.
She posed three questions:
| 1. | In your view, what is the most urgent threat we face here in Europe? | |
| 2. | How should we handle Islamic State, and its supporters here in Europe? | |
| 3. | What is the most useful a normal citizen can do to protect freedom, democracy and women’s rights? |
Below is a video of Mr. Wilders’ responses. Note: when Mr. Wilders mentions “Schengen”, he is referring to the agreement signed by 26 European countries (not all of them in the EU) that allows the free movement of people within what is known as the Schengen Area.
Many thanks to Henrik Ræder Clausen for recording the interview, and to Vlad Tepes for editing and uploading the video:
Previously:
People might say, this is racism. But it is not. Its a cry for help from someone who knows his time to avert disaster is short. Jews might say this is exactly the Nazi line about purifying Europe of Jews. But Geert is about the opposite of Nazism. He advocates Jewish self-rule, sovereignty, freedom, exactly as he wishes the netherlands, or as a matter of fact Syria and Lebanon. Let them keep their own culture, let them not impose it on the unwilling by force or misapplication of democracy. Nazism misapplied democracy as do the Muslims. Never again.
Interesting – there was a link provided by The Iconoclast/NER to this interview today. GOV and The Iconoclast/NER are at opposite ends of the Diana West controversy. I side with GOV on this having read both ‘American Betrayal’ and just finishing this week her follow up 200 page book ‘The Rebuttal’.
Anyway, nice to see that there is agreement that the enemy is Islam not Communists, fellow travelers and useful idiots in the FDR administration 70 to 80 years ago.
Great stuff from Wilders.
Orison Swett Marden on General Francis Marion and his “Sweetheart”:
[The] visiting British officer …. had been led into [General Marion’s] camp blindfolded, bearing a flag of truce, and expecting to see a general of commanding presence, and an army of giant men, for the band of the famous “Swamp-Fox” was then a terror to every red-coat in the Carolinas. When the bandage was removed, he was introduced to a swarthy, smoke-dried little man, scantily clad in threadbare homespun; and, in place of tall ranks of gaily dressed soldiers, he beheld a handful of sunburned, yellow-legged militiamen.
[The visitor] had accepted his invitation [to dine, and one of Marion’s men] used a stick to roll out a heap of sweet potatoes that had been snugly roasting under the embers. “I fear, sir,” continued the general, “our dinner will not prove so palatable to you as I could wish, but it is the best we have.” The officer began to eat one of the potatoes, out of politeness, but soon he laughed heartily at the strange meal. “I beg pardon, general,” said he, “but one can not always command himself, you know.” “I suppose it is not equal to your style of living,” suggested Marion. “No, indeed,” replied the other, “and I imagine this is one of your accidental Lent dinners. In general, no doubt, you live a great deal better.” “Rather worse,” answered the general, “for often we don’t get even enough of this.” “Heavens!” rejoined the officer, “but probably, stinted in provisions, you draw noble pay? ” “Not a cent, sir,” said Marion, “not a cent.” “Heavens and earth!” exclaimed the Briton, “then you must be in a bad box. I don’t see, general, how you can stand it.”
“Why, sir,” returned Marion, “these things depend upon feeling. The heart is all, and when that is much interested, a man can do anything. Many a youth would think it hard to make himself a slave for fourteen years. But let him be head and ears over in love, and with such a beauteous sweetheart as Rachel, and he will think no more of fourteen years’ servitude than young Jacob did.
“This is exactly my case. I am in love, and my sweetheart is Liberty, and I am happy indeed. I would rather fight for such blessings for my country and feed on roots, than keep aloof, though wallowing in all the luxuries of Solomon. For now, sir, I walk the soil that gave me birth, and exult in the thought that I am not unworthy of it. I look upon these venerable trees around me and feel that I do not dishonor them. The children of future generations may never hear my name, but it gladdens my heart to think that I am now contending for their freedom and all its countless blessings.”
When the British officer returned, his colonel asked: “Why do you look so serious?” “I have cause, sir,” said he, “to look serious.” “What, has General Marion refused to treat?” “No, sir,” said the officer. “Well, then, has old Washington defeated Sir Henry Clinton, and broken up our army?” “No, sir, not that, but worse.” “Ah! what can be worse?” asked the colonel. “Why, sir,” replied the officer, “I have seen an American general and his officers without pay, and almost without clothes, living on roots and drinking water, and all for liberty! What chance have we against such men?” And at the first opportunity the young officer threw up his commission and retired from the service, for he believed that the enthusiasm which can conquer such hardships is invincible.
On first reading this, I thought it was on the video of Bill Whittle’s description of how things stand with our military.
The heart is all, and when that is much interested, a man can do anything. Many a youth would think it hard to make himself a slave for fourteen years. But let him be head and ears over in love, and with such a beauteous sweetheart as Rachel, and he will think no more of fourteen years’ servitude than young Jacob did.
“This is exactly my case. I am in love, and my sweetheart is Liberty, and I am happy indeed.
I’ll bet Whittle knows this one. He’s read deeply on that period of history.
Thanks.