A policewoman in Spain contracted scabies during a tour of duty in a migrant camp. Later she passed the disease on to her husband and the rest of her family.
In possibly unrelated migration news, Germany has concluded an agreement with Spain on the return of migrants residing in Germany who were first registered in Spain.
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As we reported last week, a couple of weeks ago Hungarian Prime Minister Viktor Orbán attended and spoke at the annual Bálványos Summer Open University and Student Camp in Tusnádfürdő (Băile Tuşnad), in the ethnic Hungarian region of western Romania.
Also in attendance at the Open University that weekend were members of the Flemish nationalist student group Schild & Vrienden. The leader of the group, Dries Van Langenhove, participated in a panel discussion with the prime minister at the event, and he and his fellow group members were able to meet with Mr. Orbán.
The following video shows excerpts from the meeting between Viktor Orbán and Schild & Vrienden. Everyone there spoke English, so there’s no need for translation. However, if you have trouble with the accents, switch on “CC” to see the text:
Sallaumines is a French town in Pas-de-Calais, close to the Belgian border. The following article describes the disgusting behavior of a Sudanese immigrant in Sallaumines. The fellow doesn’t understand French, and had to have his arraignment proceeding explained to him by an interpreter.
I think the man might be telling the exact truth — it may well be that his behavior is normal and unexceptional in Sudan.
Many thanks to Ava Lon for translating this article from L’Avenir de l’Artois. It’s gross stuff — if you don’t have a strong stomach, you may want to skip it:
Sallaumines: He uses an ointment on the children in the neighborhood to make their penises grow
by M.H. August 6, 2018
The suspect, a 33-year-old man of Sudanese origin, doesn’t understand the reasons that brought him before the court in Bethune on Monday August 6th.
The suspect, a 33-year-old man, is being arraigned on Monday, August 6, for sexual assault. He is accused of two attacks committed on July 31 and August 1 against four minors, aged between 12 and 13 years old. The young boys live in the same neighborhood in Sallaumines as the accused. They allegedly came to his place for some drinks [not necessarily alcohol], but the man allegedly put an ointment on their penises against their will. He also allegedly kissed their privates and forced them to do the same [to him]. A fifth child has allegedly contacted the police since the revelation of these facts and the beginning of the investigation, too late to be included in the hearings.
With tears on his cheeks, the suspect is trying to explain, through his interpreter, that he doesn’t understand what he has done [wrong]. “According to him there was no sexual attack,” explains the translator. “He wished to treat them by putting some ointment on their penises. He asserts that he has medical knowledge.” Originally from Sudan, he explains that the fact of touching and kissing the privates of a young boy doesn’t constitute a problem in his view. “For him, it’s a custom in Sudan.”
The court requested a postponement of the hearing in order to be able to conduct psychological tests. The suspect will be tried on September 3, 2018 at 2pm.
Spain is now the preferred destination for migrants crossing the Mediterranean, so Spanish authorities have set up the country’s first refugee camp. The facility will be able to hold up to 600 people for a maximum of 72 hours.
In other news, Italian Interior Minister Matteo Salvini will fund a program to reverse Italy’s demographic crisis by imposing a tax on the money transfers that migrants send overseas.
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As reported here earlier, Geert Wilders and the Party for Freedom (Partij voor de Vrijheid, PVV) in the Netherlands are holding a “Draw Muhammad” contest, which will take place (under tight security, one hopes) at the parliament building in the Hague.
We now have a date for this illustrious event: November 10. I recommend marking it on the calendar, because that’s the day when Muslims the world over will torch cars, stab pedestrians, and burn down any Western embassies that have less than top-notch security.
As a reminder of what this is all about, here’s a video about the contest from the PVV:
Better send in your entries pronto — the deadline is September 1.
In the following video Czech Prime Minister Andrej Babiš talks to an interviewer about his immigration policy — which is to import the type of workers the Czech economy needs, rather than the sort that multiculturalism (i.e. the EU) is trying to foist on him. The interviewer obviously thinks she has caught him out as a WAYCIST because he rejects the idea of bringing in migrants from black Africa.
Many thanks to Ava Lon for the translation, and to Vlad Tepes for the subtitling:
Here’s the latest news from Modern Multicultural Sweden: While Prime Minister Stefan Löfven was busy hunting down Nazis, “youths” attacked Rinkeby’s new police station.
Rinkeby police fortress under attack
by Svenne Tvaerskaegg
Building work on Sweden’s new police fortress in the ghetto of Rinkeby has been interrupted after an attack early on Tuesday morning (August 7). At 1:31am a car smashed through the gates and onto the building site. The car’s masked occupants leapt out of the vehicle, set it ablaze and hurled flashbangs at security guards.
Stunned guards called for police re-reinforcements, who quickly arrived but were met by a hail of flashbangs and rocks. The fire brigade had difficulty extinguishing the blaze because of the risk posed by exploding flashbangs in the burning vehicle. The attack is believed by police to be in retaliation for a narcotics raid in the Rinkeby ghetto earlier in the evening. It is a clear warning to the police to stay away from Rinkeby.[1]
The new chief of Sweden’s National Unit for International and Organised Crime has called Rinkeby a “war zone” and the high-tech police station under construction there is intended to be an important pivot in the battle by the authorities to bring Rinkeby back under the control of the Swedish state.[2]
Building work on the police station is not an easy job, and it was difficult at first to find a building firm that would take it on. None of Sweden’s largest builders were interested, as it was considered far too dangerous, but a building firm was eventually found and work is slowly progressing under round-the-clock police protection.[3]
When the station is ready it will be an armored fortress, with bulletproof windows, steel plate-reinforced walls and surrounded by a security fence. It is officially designated as a “protected installation”, a classification used by the armed forces for military installations, and it will be secure against sabotage and terrorist attack. Taking photographs of the station will be punishable by a five-year prison sentence.
Some of our readers may be big fans of Alex Jones & Co.
While I am not among that number, it is very concerning that the shallow leftist owners of social media have the power to shut him down. Totally silence him.
What Orwell couldn’t see back when he wrote 1984, was that it wasn’t/isn’t merely the spectre of Big Government we have to fear (though the UK is on the ropes). Our more immediate problems are the Croesus-rich, those intelligent but deeply ill-educated sophists in Silicon Valley who own the social platforms to which so many people seem to have become addicted, including young children.
It ought to be of great concern to our policy-makers, those people who so successfully reined in the last technological improvements in the mid-20th century. Such a curbing would require great political wisdom and I’m not sure we have a deep bench in Washington.
A Dearborn man who is allegedly an ISIS supporter is being held without bail. Ibraheem Izzy Musaibli has been charged with providing material support to the Islamic State.
In other news, a Syrian Orthodox Church in the Swedish town of Norrköping was torched by an as yet unknown arsonist.
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The following video shows an imam named Sulaiman Jalloh preaching a sermon in a Virginia mosque (typing that last phrase makes me grit my teeth).
The only specific location mentioned in the notes to the video is the Dar Al Noor Mosque in Manassas. Fairfax County has long been a teeming nest of Islam, but in my experience from the last fifteen years or so, Manassas has been mainly Mexican (or Salvadoran, or other Latino points south). The last time I was there I didn’t notice any hijabs or men wearing beanies and dresses.
I guess Prince William County must be in the process of being absorbed by the Ummah, just like Fairfax and Arlington. And to think that my great-great-grandfather and great-great-granduncle fought for our sovereign Commonwealth on that blood-soaked battlefield just to the northwest of Manassas…
As Riddley Walker said (in the eponymous novel by Russell Hoban), upon seeing the “shyning of them broakin machines” at Fork Stoan: “O, what we ben! And what we come to!”
Most of you already know that we just wrapped up our summer fundraiser. As promised, here is the final tally of places from which donations came:
Stateside: Alaska, Arizona, California, Colorado, Connecticut, Florida, Georgia, Hawaii, Idaho, Illinois, Kansas, Maryland, Massachusetts, Michigan, Minnesota, North Carolina, North Dakota, New Hampshire, New Jersey, New York, Ohio, Oregon, Pennsylvania, Tennessee, Texas, Virginia, West Virginia, and Washington
Far Abroad: Denmark, Estonia, Finland, Germany, Hungary, Indonesia, Ireland, Israel, Luxembourg, The Netherlands, New Zealand, Sweden, Thailand, and the UK
Canada: Alberta, British Columbia, Newfoundland, Ontario, and Saskatchewan
Australia: Australian Capital Territory, New South Wales, Victoria, and Western Australia
The amount was a little thinner than usual, but we’ll definitely have enough to squeeze by for another three months. And the number of gifts was considerably higher than it normally is, with a lot of first-time donors in addition to the usual suspects. There were just lots of modest donations, and those add up. The turnout pleased me, because it means we have a robust, distributed funding base.
Anyway, now I can relax for a few hours, and maybe catch up on my sleep…
Dymphna and I are very grateful to you all for your generosity, both the recidivists and the first-timers.
Stefan Löfven is the leader of the Swedish Social Democratic Party and the prime minister of Sweden. As you probably know, his country is rapidly descending into chaos due the massive influx of violent, unemployable Muslim migrants. Ahead of next month’s elections, the Sweden Democrats, an anti-immigration party, is putting up the hardest fight the Social Democrats have seen in many decades.
So what is Mr. Löfven’s most important platform plank? Basically the same as Antifa’s: Hunt down all the Nazis and get them off the streets.
I don’t understand Sweden; I never have. But maybe he’s right. Maybe promising to fight the Nazis will gain him lots of extra votes and help him win the election. Maybe this is the most important issue for ordinary Swedes, when they take a break from being beaten or raped by migrants.
It could be true. I mean, this is Sweden, after all.
The prime minister is standing in front of a “Pride” flag in this video, and appears to be pitching his spiel to LGBTQRSWXYZ voters. Many thanks to Tania Groth for the translation, and to Vlad Tepes for the subtitling:
This post was first posted on July 30 and was a “sticky” feature for a week. Scroll down for more recent posts, including death threats for a Dutch Muslim mayor, the latest repression of the Copts in Egypt, coverage of Tommy Robinson by the Hungarian media, “cuddly justice” in Germany, a report on Muslims in northeastern India who are being made stateless, and last night’s news feed.
Summer Fundraiser 2018, Day Seven
Dymphna’s Sunday Update: What Is Love’s Worth?
Okay, y’all. Time to step up to the plate and hit one out of the park. Inflation will be here any minute (or so they tell us), so might as well part with your denarii while they’re still meaningful, right? That’s one way of looking at twisting your arm.
As we come to the final day of the Summer Fundraiser, it’s good to see a mixture of new people among the old faithfuls (and some not so old, just enduring contributors). Our golden oldies’ contributions are heartening, and the newbies encourage us to believe that despite the Baron’s decrepitude, we’re still putting subjects and predicates together in a way that’s meaningful. Me? I’m Gates of Vienna emeritus.
I am also encouraged that our reach remains global. Two people in Virginia wielding keyboards on a less-than-speedy connection can still find Aussies and Kiwis and Eastern Europeans, plus the more ‘usual’ folk who’ve always come here. When we begin seeing new donors from New York City (as we have this time) we know we’re hitting all the right notes.
Or maybe they’re saying, “All right, shut up already.”
I will make a promise to all our donors: when any given quarter meets the previous quarter’s goal (plus inflation), we’ll quit at that point. I’ve realized it doesn’t need to be a whole week if our goals have been met. And yes, the B has spreadsheets galore to show me comparisons from previous quarters any way you care to slice it. He’s the numbers guy. But successful or not (and we always have been so far), when it’s over it’s over. We close up our sideshow and get back to whatever atrocity awaits all of us.
[But before we close entirely, it is always my great pleasure to send Vlad Tepes our quarterly tithe. The subject line is “Funny Munny” and I always admonish him not to spend it all in one place. Yeah, he thinks I’m real amusing… The funniest part is that he never remembers that we’re in the process of our quarterly, so the PayPal donation always surprises him. I like dependable people, and Vlad is definitely that, in more ways than I could name.]
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The song I chose for my final Fundraiser update has a back story. Be patient; the nuances are complicated.
When I was five years old, I went to live in a girls’ “home”. St. Mary’s Orphanage was set up after the Influenza Epidemic of 1918, but by the time I arrived generations later, it had long since morphed into an institution for girls whose parents couldn’t keep them for one reason or another. It was the end of May when I got to St. Mary’s and it would be five years before I went home for good in August of the year I magically turned ten. Ten is the legal age for being a latchkey kid.
Yes, it was a long, long time, but it was the best my mother could do in the circumstances. As an immigrant, she wasn’t entitled to welfare. As a middle-class Irish woman, I don’t know if she could have borne the (self-inflicted) humiliation, but the law precluded her having to make that choice. And by the time she put me in Saint Mary’s we’d been through nightmares of temporary placements.
Back then, Florida had a small Catholic population at somewhat less than two percent. The nuns and priests were mostly from Ireland: what American would live in Florida’s climate and what Irish clergy/nuns could resist the temptation of living in America? So they came and suffered. Thus the majority of professed religious people I knew growing up sounded more or less like my mother. The few times I heard an American accent coming from one of them, I was certain they weren’t kosher.
St. Mary’s was part of the city parish which served Catholics mostly of Italian descent, and, during the week, working people who dropped in for daily Mass on their lunch hour. There was a school going all the way to 12th grade for the whole parish not just St. Mary’s, and a church with the number of priests needed for a full regimen of Masses, plus a rectory to house the priests. The teaching nuns from the school lived at St. Mary’s and took their turns raising us while they were at it. This whole plant took up a square block.
When I was six, a Dublin-born priest came to live at the rectory. I thought of Father Doyle as quite elderly, but that didn’t turn out to be the case. When you’re six, most adults look old. At any rate, he took a particular shine to me because I was so obviously Irish to the bone — to the freckle, that is, many of which dotted my face and arms. Like my mother, Father Doyle was Dublin-born-and-bred. Like my mother, he enjoyed making me laugh — I was usually searching for a reason to laugh. I was a perfect audience.
Father Doyle found out my weakness for Waldorf salad, so he’d have the rectory housekeeper fix it for me. Oh, heaven! The nuns, of course, didn’t approve of this “special” relationship, but a priest outranks a nun, so there you go: Waldorf salad on Wednesdays after school. And Saint Valentine’s Day cards with little girls with freckles on the front. [No, there wasn’t any funny stuff. Just a lonely old man homesick and longing for home but unable to afford the fare, so I was the substitute.]
The good father liked American popular music, though he was a better listener than performer, but his lack of talent wasn’t an impediment. He’d often sing along with the Big Girls (any girl over the age of ten was officially a Big Girl). Back then, genres weren’t so rigid as they are now; “country” music and “pop” were played on the same stations. One song he used to sing to me was “If I Had a Nickel”. He only ever sang the first few lines, since they were the most entertaining.
One cold, overcast morning — January 18th, to be precise — the nuns told us in chapel that Father Doyle had died in his sleep during the night. I was inconsolable for days. Not all the threats of punishments could quell my tears. No threats they could devise compared with my utterly bereft sense of loss. Children are resilient and eventually I quieted, but I never forgot Father Doyle. Every January 18th I recall our brief friendship, healing on both sides. He was only forty-seven when he died, and it would be many years before I considered that “too young”.
The first two lines of his song stayed with me, too, but it wasn’t until the advent of YouTube that I found the song, in its earliest versions:
If you read the comments on that song, you’ll notice that many people came looking for it because they remembered its fragments the same way: a song their father or grandfather sang, one they thought had been made up especially for them. It is a child’s song, I think, because of its simplicity.
I’ll bet each of my children remember that song. I sang it to them as babies — it makes a good lullaby. Maybe that’s why some of them became musicians?
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Saturday’s denarii arrived from:
Stateside: Hawaii, Massachusetts, North Dakota, New Jersey, New York, Ohio, Texas, and Virginia
Far Abroad: New Zealand, Sweden, and the UK
Canada: British Columbia and Ontario
That’s it for the Summer Fundraiser! Sometime tomorrow the Baron will include an overall summary in the wrap-up post.
Summer Fundraiser 2017, Day Five
The Baron’s Saturday Update: I shoulda learned to play them drums
This was supposed to be Dymphna’s update, but she’s feeling poorly this morning, so I’m filling in. Part of the reason for her indisposition is Tommy Robinson’s situation — since she suffers from PTSD, Tommy’s suffering resonates with her to the point that her symptoms flare up.
For today’s money-themed video, I’m using the one she would have posted herself if she were well enough. But before I get to that, I’ll recapitulate what we’re doing here for readers who had to work all week and are just checking in for the first time this weekend.
This is our quarterly effort to wheedle you into donating money to help keep this site alive for three more months. Inflation is a scourge: what began as “Pennies from Heaven” on Monday became dollars by midweek, and they’re now twenties, as can be seen from the graphic at the top of this post. What will the image be tomorrow…?
[An aside: During the reign of Hussein it was announced that Andrew Jackson’s gloomy mug was to be removed from the twenty-dollar bill and replaced with the face of some politically correct chick of color — Harriet Tubman, Sojourner Truth, Maya Angelou, somebody like that. Does anyone know what became of that innovation? Obviously Mr. Trump will not be replacing Mr. Jackson anytime soon. But maybe The Donald was able to put the brakes on the Modern Multicultural $20 Bill.]
Anyway, your job is to drop a Trump or two (or six! Live dangerously) into the tip cup on our sidebar. Or, if you prefer, you can use this new direct PayPal link.
Nearly 400 migrants were rescued off the coast of Spain over the weekend by the Spanish maritime rescue service. Meanwhile, demonstrators gathered in the French city of Nantes to protest the eviction of migrants from their squatters’ camps.
In other news, dozens of people were shot in Chicago over the weekend, and at least four of them died of their wounds.
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A policewoman in Spain contracted scabies during a tour of duty in a migrant camp. Later she passed the disease on to her husband and the rest of her family.
As we come to the final day of the Summer Fundraiser, it’s good to see a mixture of new people among the old faithfuls (and some not so old, just enduring contributors). Our golden oldies’ contributions are heartening, and the newbies encourage us to believe that despite the Baron’s decrepitude, we’re still putting subjects and predicates together in a way that’s meaningful. Me? I’m Gates of Vienna emeritus.