Geert Wilders in Milan: “We Are Facing an Existential Threat”

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Geert Wilders, the leader of the Party for Freedom (PVV) in the Netherlands was one of the participants in a conference hosted by the organization Europe of Nations and Freedom (ENF). Below is the statement he gave for the occasion.

Statement by Geert Wilders
Press conference Europe of Nations and Freedom (ENF)
Milano, 29 January, 2016

I am extremely happy to be in Milan. Because this is the city which in 2005 awarded the late Oriana Fallaci, a true Italian hero, Milan’s highest award, the Ambrogino d’Oro.

She deserved it. She was one of Italy’s greatest and most courageous women and journalists. Whenever I come to Italy, I do so in honor of her: Oriana Fallaci, whose bravery in warning against the dangers of Islamization I greatly admire. Her book The Force of Reason — La Forza Della Ragione — was one the best books I have ever read. It was published in 2004 and inspired me to start my own political party that same year, a party that today — twelve years later — is by far is the biggest party in all the polls in The Netherlands with almost 30 percent of the votes.

Thank you Italy, thank you Oriana for the inspiration. I am very proud to have been awarded the Oriana Fallaci prize in Rome in 2009.

Today our civilization is still in danger, as a matter of fact worse than ever before. We are facing an existential threat.

You can see it everywhere, in all Western European countries. Our borders have been opened to Islamic mass immigration. And the consequences are terrible.

The costs are gigantic, the attacks horrible and the threat of terrorism has never been higher.

So we need to act.

That is why we are here today in Milan. With a message of strength and unity.

Together with my good friends from Italy, France, Austria, Belgium, the U.K. and other countries we have forged an alliance. An alliance with a historic mission.

Our mission is to save and defend our nations and our Western civilization, built on the legacy of Rome, Athens and Jerusalem. The survival of our freedom, identity and values are at stake.

My colleagues and I, we ring the bells of the revolution. A democratic and peaceful revolution to regain our national sovereignty. To stop the invasion.

To protect our own people, our women, our culture. We have to become the masters again of our own borders, our own budgets, our own destiny.

Our mission is to do what our governments fail to do. We say: Basta! Finita la commedia!

And there is good news. Ever more people – millions of people – join us. A patriot spring is on its way. The European elites are running our nations into the ground. We will not allow that. We will not accept that. The people will not accept that. The people will resist that.

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    This is simply a collection of thoughts….and is without title, but I thought that perhaps “Moments in an evening” might do……..

    I wrote this a while ago and it contains excerpts from my previous rambles…….changed a few issues with punctuation and flow…….but the thought is that this, were we all sitting around having a cold one and feeling pompous and philosophically inclined,……is most likely what I would lisp and slur………besides…….I do love The Floyd (Waters is an insufferable Marxist asshole but redemption for his political crimes can be found in his music……….without further adieu……


    ……….”We knew the world would not be the same. Few people laughed, few people cried, most people were silent. I remembered the line from the Hindu scripture, the Bhagavad-Gita. Vishnu is trying to persuade the Prince that he should do his duty and to impress him takes on his multi-armed form and says, “Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.” I suppose we all thought that, one way or another.”

    — Robert Oppenheimer, memories of Trinity.

    Lets begin…..

    Tonight I was doing what I have done since I can remember, what I will always do until I am done here on this earth; wandering.

    As strange as it may seem I enjoy wandering at night. To me there seems to be a sense of blindness and claustrophobia associated with daylight, a blindness and claustrophobia that gives way to euphoric clarity and liberation as day turns to night and, staring into the starry blackness, one steps to the edge of eternity itself.

    Tonight I was a little above the 8000 foot mark, high in the snow covered mountains. Just a sliver of moon lit my way as I sat in subzero temperatures, hands wrapped around a steaming cup of coffee, ears ringing with the thunderous silence, eyes cast toward the obsidian hued heavens, quietly strained, quietly searching those same star strewn heavens for a little providential grace, just a whisper was all I wanted, I didn’t get what I wanted, I got what I needed; all I got was silence.

    I thought for awhile.

    Tonight, tonight I thought about happiness.

    I have been thinking a lot about happiness lately, about what true happiness really is, about how it is we who, having the same within our grasp, conspire to obscure it, plot conceal it from ourselves, to destroy it, to make it elusive, when all the time it is there, at our fingertips, quietly waiting for each and every one of us.

    I think happiness, true happiness, is multi-faceted.

    True happiness begins with gratitude, simply a sense of gratitude, a genuine sense of gratitude for that which we have. To simply and honestly be grateful for all the good things in our lives, regardless of how small, regardless of how ordinary. I think that gratitude for what we have, that facet of happiness, is tempered, is made complete with an equal absence of longing for that which we don’t have and an understanding of the difference, of the wisdom to know the difference, between “want” and “need”. A part of knowing the difference between “want” and “need” is the ability to recognize that age old imposter of material wealth, the illusory wealth attached to material gain and possession and the inevitable vexation, loss and hollow pride that comes with the value we place on that illusion.

    Happiness, true happiness, becomes a fait accompli when you lose your fear of death, lose your fear of dying. Not to be confused with a loss of love of life, or a desire to accelerate one’s departure, loss of one’s fear of death is simply a liberation from that which nags us all, as if to worry about this inevitable conclusion to all life is to avoid the same. Simply, it is the acceptance of the end of a journey and while looking back over ones shoulder, to have little regret, then turning and looking to the future.

    I am reminded of something I wrote after my mother passed away. I hadn’t seen her in 25 years and was informed of her death by telephone…….here’s an excerpt from my recollections in the weeks that followed her funeral…….

    ………….”Now, many years later, Mum and I are at Union Station again but our places have changed. I am older and she is young again. The years and scars she carried at her death have fallen away. She is long and lean, her dark hair cascades down over her shoulders and she is smiling with sparkling eyes. She kisses me on the cheek and brushes the hair from my forehead. She turns and walks away and for the first time in many years there is strength and purpose in her step. I call after her, “Mum!” she stops and looks back. “Wait!” I yell….I want to give her something for the journey but I have nothing so I shout “I love you Mum”…..she nods and smiles again. It is a smile of such love and radiance that I want to move towards her but am unable to. She waves then turns away and I watch her slowly fade into the distance. I am unable to join her as I have much to do and a lot of life yet to live. I have no regrets and bear no anger towards her and trust that she is well looked after. I am saddened by her passing and yet I have learned many lessons through the same. I think of her life and those difficult times. I wonder if she did all she was required to. I wonder if she let go without regret. The answers I am without are not ones without which I am troubled; I have my faith that all is well and going as planned……….

    -excerpt, Time and Distance

    Moving on…..

    I wish I hadn’t seen all that I have seen while pushing back against Islam………..I will never be the same, many of us will never be the same.

    I wish I hadn’t heard all that I have heard while pushing back against Islam…….I will never be the same, many of us will never be the same.

    My sincerest wish is that all of our efforts in this fight against Islam, against the cancer of Mankind, each and every one of us, all we have lost, all we’ve become, all that we now are, that all of that, every single shining moment of time, every bead of sweat, every sleepless night, every hour of witness vigil, every friend and family, those long since gone, those that that drifted away, every innocence lost, every tirade cast toward the heavens, the sacred and profane…….every humble whispered thanks for providential grace, prayerful, head bowed in an hour of silent darkness…….that that, that all of that not be lost ‘neath the bootheel of ingratitude and indifference of the generations that will, as surely as the sun rises and sets, follow us.

    I am reminded of an opening paragraph of an essay I rattled out one day…… was called “Traitors Among Us”

    …“I am in the fight.

    I am in the midst of the manifest lunacy of a 7th century murdering psychopath.

    I am with privilege, the privilege of generals and politicians, the privilege of being out of range.

    I watch hundreds of videos.

    I watch as the collection of the blackest lies ever told is raised high and called “the word of Allah”.

    I watch as dusky hued barbarians and savages scream their bloodlust oath of allegiance to a murdering coward. I watch as they, craftsmen in the art of death, ply their trade in every corner of this earth.

    I watch the bullets stir the cranial contents of the terrified and the innocent. I watch as blistered, fevered lips whisper words of desperate last moment prayers to the God they are soon to meet. I watch as the throats are cut and the arterial spray glistens in the sunlight. I watch the terrified eyes glaze over, the head comes away from the body of the innocent victim.

    The suicide-vest; a cowards political statement, an unsophisticated mechanism of extortive leverage, favoured tool of the mullah and Imam, the accoutrement of the lonely, the unloved, the dull-witted, the easily impressed, the barking mad, I watch as it detonates in a blinding flash of light and shower of razor sharp glass and shrapnel, as peace and quiet become chaos and death, multitudes borne away on rivers of blood and despair.

    Once again they see what should never be seen, once again they hear what should never be heard, heads cast downward I watch as tears of shame and anguish course down bruised cheeks, as nervous fingers fumble with handkerchiefs whilst those moments of agony, flooding back, torrential, tormenting, are relived once again, once again as the raped and the savaged tell their horrific stories of utter degradation, of humiliation and loss.

    I listen to the cries of orphans and widows as they beg us, beseech us not to turn away, not to abandon them, and I am moved. As my eyes fill with their anguish, my ears with their cries, I can smell the blood, I nearly wretch and choke at the stench of the rotting flesh; I am with them. Yet I am impotent in the face of their need, in the face of their loss, my hypocrisy, my betrayal, my cowardice knows no bounds. I stand on the edge of an abyss of madness, blackest despair my sweetest companion, my solitary companion, and my soul slowly slips away, all I have left is my pen and my paper.”……..

    -excerpt, Traitors Among Us
    -Don Laird

    So tonight, as with some rare nights, I have a little more than my pen and paper, just a little more, just enough.

    Tonight, I am thinking of all of you, each and every one of you and wishing, hoping, hope piled on hope that you can see the end of this fight, and if you can or if you can’t, that you are filled with a sense of promise and of peace and an understanding that you are not alone and that not only are you not alone but you are part of a grand design.

    I am reminded of a wise man’s words……….

    ……”When doubts haunt me and disappointments stare me in the face and I see not one ray of hope on the horizon, I turn to the Bhagavad Gita and find a verse to comfort me; I immediately begin to smile in the midst of overwhelming sorrow”…

    – Mahatma Gandhi

    And where there is one wise man, one finds yet another and his words……

    ……”We live in a world of transgressions and selfishness, and no pictures that represent us as otherwise can be true, though happily, for human nature, gleamings of that pure spirit in whose likeness man has been fashioned, are to be seen relieving its deformities, and mitigating if not excusing its crimes.”

    – James Fenimore Cooper, “The Deerslayer”, the very last paragraph.

    As for me,

    Here is a paragraph of thanks I cobbled together one day, or one night, I don’t recall which…..

    …..Father, my Lord and Source, hear my prayer, as unto others, so unto me, for as it is written, so shall it be, ask and ye shall receive, seek and ye shall find, stillness of heart and peace of mind. Amen……..


    I am nibbling on dark chocolate filled with roasted almonds and cranberries and sipping a very delicious Canadian Imperial Stout.

    So to each and every one of you; a little chocolate, a little beer, a little understanding and a little peace.

    And I am listening to this…

    Don Laird
    Alberta, Canada

    1. WOW!!!!


      Clapton absolutely kills it on this album.

      Lyrics……..05:06 am…..Roger Waters

      “In truck stops and hamburger joints
      In Cadillac limousines
      In the company of has-beens
      And bent-backs
      And sleeping forms on pavement steps
      In libraries and railway stations
      In books and banks
      In the pages of history
      In suicidal cavalry attacks
      I recognise…
      Myself in every stranger’s eyes

      And in wheelchairs by monuments
      Under tube trains and commuter accidents
      In council care and county courts
      At Easter fairs and sea-side resorts
      In drawing rooms and city morgues
      In award winning photographs
      Of life rafts on the China seas
      In transit camps, under arc lamps
      On unloading ramps
      In faces blurred by rubber stamps
      I recognise…
      Myself in every stranger’s eyes

      Don Laird
      Alberta, Canada

  2. alcohol is incompatible with true happiness
    you’re far better off ingesting a little weed
    while up there on the mountain
    we exist in an ocean of bliss
    animals are naturally attuned to it
    it helps that their minds are not filled with thoughts
    a person does not need beliefs to see what is harmful or beneficial
    faith is where its at, faith in ourselves and faith in all that is
    beliefs are always in dispute, needing to be defended and at worst enforced
    so many times we have lived and died
    there is nothing better than to surrender and die in one’s faith to the goodwill that drives all that is, seen and unseen
    any religion that forces people to do anything under threat is harmful and destructive to human progress
    actually we do not need religion
    we need only faith, love, truthfulness and respect for each other and all life

  3. No problem was ever solved by ignoring it, yet the criminally negligent greed-creed motto of those in charge always seems to be the exact opposite, that: “There’s No Money In Solutions! Whee!”

    The real reason the islamic threat is being ignored in public, is this not-so-nascent “Globalization” movement, which is clearly treason to ALL sovereign national people’s governments. It’s a plutocratic kleptocracy to be run by all those corporazis who never want to pay any taxes to anyone, anywhere, ever; by the global communazi labour guys who want free movement and the same lowest common denominator wages for their 3rd-world slaves, and of course by the moslems who want their one-world islamic ummah, to be run by their theocratic caliphate government. It’s a triple-threat. Against all these evil forces, we have only the Truth … while only they currently control both the fear and the greed.

    As long as ONLY the enemy controls both the behavioural conditioning binaries of the stick (fear of personally having one’s own family firebombed or beheaded by the Jihad) and the carrot (greed for oil-money bribes), those sales-puppets we laughingly call “our leaders” and their complicit media presstitute pets will insist on maintaining their preposterously backwards, victim-blaming “narrative” that only we are to blame for the Qur’an’s 1,400 years of hate, so that we should all “Submit and learn how to be better victims!”

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