Only the dead have seen the end of war—goes the saying, as popularized by Hollywood in the Islamist eulogy “Black Hawk Down”
Released a mere two months after the most devastating surprise offensive in the oldest and longest war the West has ever faced, the Ridley Scott movie opens with this quote that the supposedly “perfectionist” movie director wrongly attributes to Plato—George Santayana, who penned it, be damned:
Only the dead are safe; only the dead have seen the end of war. Not that non-existence deserves to be called peace; it is only by an illusion of contrast and a pathetic fallacy that we are tempted to call it so.George Santayana, Soliloquies in England and Later Soliloquies (1922)
I’ve always been in the minority when it comes to the appraisal of Scott’s depictions of the 1993 Mogadishu battle. Many people, particularly so close after the September attacks in America, saw this movie as a great tribute to the American—and, by extension and association, Western—warriors.
I’ve seen the movie several times and always with the same deeply mixed feelings; while Black Hawk Down is stylistically superb, despite a slew of ridiculously miscast English actors, it is ideologically repugnant. I do not throw down the words “Islamist eulogy” lightly: the movie progresses along the lines of a most boorish Soviet propaganda feature film. The U.S soldiers (and only them) are depicted as swaggering and overconfident before the battle starts, then as a blundering panicky bunch getting kicked left and right by the “skinnies”, only to end in what is both the climax and the real purpose of the whole movie: showing us their casualties carried away by a relief convoy mostly made of Pakistani Muslim troops, and the rest on foot running away, chased like dogs by Somali Muslim militia.
I don’t know about the book, but when it comes to the movie, I’m quite certain that neither al-Qaeda or ISIS could achieve the same propaganda coup for their evil cause as Ridley Scott did.1
It’s only a movie, of course, and as such totally insignificant compared to the heinous act of war perpetrated by the same foes two months before that movie opened in American theaters.
Yet here we are 20 years later and far from crushing, or at the very least pushing back and stalling Islamic aggression—as our ancestors did repeatedly since this death cult started to spread—the West including America is on the run, each of us on our own respective lands.
Which begs the question: where the Hell are we running to?
Every nation that forms the core of Occidental culture is now under direct assault, each of them at various stages of occupation and defeat. The question has long ceased to be about which ones can survive but is now a guessing game of which one will fall first—France coming in pole position so far.
A few of our kin in Eastern Europe are putting up a fight, but how long can they hold once all the Western shores pass into enemy hands? Even the traditional strongholds of the West are in critical state—the U.K.—or getting there fast—the U.S.A.
In frequent alliances of circumstance or convenience with Muhammad’s zealots, most of those that pretend to manage the Polis for the common good have been actively working at destroying it and replacing it by a totalitarian nightmare without precedent, magnified by the technological advances of the very culture they aim to destroy. The rest are at best useless or too few to make a difference. From merely academic malfeasance, La Trahison des Clercs2 has morphed into full frontal assault from all sides: politics, education, media and entertainment, corporate and non-profit alike.
It doesn’t matter if the unholy alliance between Globalists of all stripes and Islamists is worth hardly more than the Molotov–Ribbentrop Pact, it doesn’t matter which one is using the other to better advance their cause, and it doesn’t really matter which one will ultimately come on top: they’ve been holding fast and largely winning for the last 20 years—I don’t need to remind you all the ground we’ve lost, particularly over the last decade, and exponentially so over the last year.
It’s no comfort at all to know that these two will get at each other’s throat at some point, for they will fight over our civilization’s corpse. Whether the faction that topples statues of great men in the West or the one that dynamites monumental Buddhas in the East wins over the other will make little difference to us.
20 years on, and the verdict is clear: we failed. Like so many other cults before it—large or small, religious or not—Islam should now be reduced to a dark chapter of human history, alongside Thuggee and Naziism, or at the very least confined to the most remote and backward ends of this Earth, slowly drifting to extinction. We failed to heed or ignored the warnings of those who came before us, from Bernard of Clairvaux to Jefferson and Churchill, and countless others who witnessed or opposed the scourge of Islam before us.
We failed the innocent victims of September 11 and those killed in practically every Western nation and beyond ever since. We failed all those who took arms and offered their time, efforts and sometimes their lives to fight back and defend the West in a war many of us were not even willing to fight, let alone win. We failed our forefathers who did the same before them. We failed ourselves and more importantly, we failed our descendants.
Rome fell, but the idea of Rome lived on. The “barbarians” who came after Rome valued her more than most Roman citizens did and wanted to preserve what was worth preserving and improve what could be improved. Thanks to them, the fall of Rome ushered in a new and glorious beginning for this greatest civilization.
Those that are coming now only mean to destroy what’s left of it.
And so far, they are succeeding.