Last Wednesday, while thousands of migrants set fire to the streets in France for the second night in a row, Emmanuel Macron was dancing at an Elton John concert. There is no better image to define the situation in Europe.
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The fuse was lit on Tuesday morning, when French gendarmerie officers stopped and chased a driver through the city of Nanterre (about 9 miles from Paris). At the wheel of the vehicle was Nahel, an immigrant with a history of driving without a license, and who had committed several traffic violations. With the policemen pointing a gun at him and ordering him to get out of the car, he decided to put his foot on the accelerator and drive away, and he was fatally shot by the officers. I’ll add something that you will not read in any European chronicle: He was shot, inevitably.
If Nahel had been one of those terrorists who ran over people every other day in France, even the progressive press would have found the shooting reasonable. He was not a terrorist. But if the police chase you and stop you, and you still try to run away a second time, the officers have no way of knowing whether you intend to commit an attack or pick up a snack for your handicapped granny.
The same night of the event, in all corners of the country, violent riots started — fires in the streets, barricades, aggressions to pedestrians, attacks against the police, breakage of urban furniture, and smashing and looting of stores. Police officers were injured, hundreds were arrested, entire buildings were set ablaze, and residents of hundreds of neighborhoods were forced to erect barricades to protect themselves from the violence. Police unions issued a statement: “We are at war,” they assured, asking the government to take urgent measures to guarantee the “reestablishment of the rule of law.” Progressive politicians have come forward accusing the police of “threatening sedition” and claiming that they are trying to provoke “a civil war.” As you can see, European progressive politicians are competing with each other to see who gets to be the biggest idiot.
The progressive media has immediately positioned itself against the police. Faced with the seriousness of the riots and the lack of control throughout France, the UN has rushed to issue a communiqué condemning … the police. It urges French officers to tackle racism in their security forces. No, it’s no joke. There you have reason number 2,300,199,912 to dissolve that shitty body.
What is happening today in France was anticipated by Michel Houellebecq in Submission, for which he received a multitude of insults and cancellations. French and Germans, particularly Macron and Angela Merkel, insisted on importing Muslim immigration without any control or minimum guarantee of knowledge of the rules of the country that welcomes them. The progressives and all the useful fools in Brussels, including the weathercocks of the European People’s Party, have supported this process; the leftists in the hope that, once naturalized, these immigrants will give them thousands of electoral victories, and the center-right, the Christian Democrats, and other idiots without defined political adscription, because they live in panic before the qualification of “racist” or “fascist” that the Left gives them anyway.
France has no solution. A huge group of demonstrators shouted today in Paris, “We are Muslims, we follow the Koran, if they kill us, we kill them, and that is what we are going to do.” The EU has no solution. The UN has no solution. The only solutions around all this would be an imminent shift to the right without a guilty conscience, and its commitment to then national like-sovereignty, in all major nations starting with France, as has already happened in Italy and is slowly beginning to happen in Spain.
The alternative is to give in and give way to the first European caliphate. It will be nice to see my books in flames and to see the dawn crucified by mujahideen on the outskirts of Madrid. It is true that when I was young I fantasized about being a cursed writer, but, dear friends, not so much, not so much. The only thing that consoles me is that, whatever I write, Houellebecq will go first. Not for being provocative, but for being right.
Translated by Joel Dalmau.