Programed as they are in feminist myth-making, journalists, young and old, often ask incredulously, “Why would western girls travel to join ISIS fighters?” “ISIS men don’t believe in equality between the sexes.”
At heart, neither do women. Not when hormones rage.
Islamic State projects strength. Strength is an aphrodisiac. Women are biologically programmed to be attracted to powerful men. That’s one reason some girls willingly put on black nose bags and flock to become ISIS brides.
Brainwashed to think biology is incidental, and that men and women are essentially interchangeable; younger readers will likely find it harder to grasp something as primordial and important as the male-female biological category.
Sheikh Muhammad Ayed has no such problem. Speaking in a deep, sonorous voice; in what sounds like classical Arabic, this imam can be observed on YouTube delivering a sermon from East Jerusalem’s Al-Aqsa Mosque. The object of Sheikh Ayed’s coruscating derision is the emasculated West. It is primed for a muscular, Muslim takeover, he argues.
Said Ayed (as translated by The Middle East Media Research Institute):
But they have lost their fertility, so they look for fertility in their midst. We will give them fertility! We will breed children with them, because we shall conquer their countries—whether you like it or not, oh Germans, oh Americans, oh French, oh Italians, and all those like you. Take the refugees! We shall soon collect them in the name of the coming Caliphate. We will say to you: These are our sons. Send them, or we will send our armies to you.
On its side, Islam has ascetic evangelists such as Ayed, who bow to no one.
On our side we have Father Michael Pfleger! He’s the too-hideous-to-behold, standard issue, Western preacher-cum-Obama idolater.
Pray tell: Who looks and sounds more impressive to the young and the impressionable? The impassioned, unapologetic, manly imam in flowing, Lawrence-of-Arabia robes, who channels the Word of his Prophet? Or, Father Pfleger, the soft face of the West’s ultra-liberal faith; a tool of liberal public administration; a man more eager to prostrate himself to Caesar than to serve a higher authority?
Pfleger’s ilk—the West’s priesthood—are in the four corners of the earth preaching hate for their own kind. Thus, in a week in which fifteen blacks wielding Kalashnikovs killed two white farmers in KwaZulu-Natal; another excuse-for-a-man—man-of-the-cloth Michael Vorster—was at a South-African pulpit puling about “the controlling ways of whiteness.”
More so than girls do boys need strong men in their lives—men who affirm their masculinity. When a vulnerable Anglo-American boy hears preachers, parents, pedagogues and politicians pounding on about our country’s Founding Fathers as the archetypical pale, patriarchal oppressors—he quickly learns to reject his country’s heritage and look elsewhere for masculine inspiration, maybe even at Muhammad. After all, American boys, K through Twelve, are mired in an estrogen-infused, cloistered world, where strong men in authority are an endangered minority.
Religious or irreligious, the generic Western guy is instructed to ooze psychological correctness, but sublimate manliness. He never takes charge; he consults and cooperates. He’s not necessarily effeminate, but he’s safely androgynous (and he’s most certainly not guy-like in the Trumpian sense). As personalities go, this Generic Guy and his wife (oops, “life partner”) are indistinguishable.
The feminization and regulation of Western society over decades has meant that life-saving manliness is confined, increasingly, to corners upon which women are less likely to encroach: the cockpit or combat.
Perhaps this blurring of biological boundaries accounts for why, in Europe, there are no men left to defend the women folk. From Cologne to Hamburg to Stuttgart, the mass molestation of German women by Muslim refugees (hashtag “RapeFugees”) elicits very little outrage from their natural protectors: the remaining fifty percent of the population.
Why, a decadent dilatant named Ralf Jaeger (interior minister for North Rhine-Westphalia), even ventured that “right-wing poisoning of the climate of our society” is “at least as awful as the acts of those assaulting the women.” Father Pfleger and the head of the Roman Catholic Church, Pope Francis, would concur. The last scurried to wash the feet of his Christ-like victims: the refugees, not the raped.
Although none was in attendance at the 2016 Democratic National Convention, America still has magnificent men who’re unwilling to relinquish their natural, individual right to proceed against evil.
Men like Mark Vaughan.
In September of 2014, a woman at a Vaughan Foods factory, in Moore, Oklahoma, was beheaded by one Alton Nolen, a young, hateful black man, convert to Islam, who was terrorizing co-workers into doing the same.
Another woman, poor Traci Johnson, was also doing an honest day’s work, when Nolen approached her and began sawing at her throat. Suddenly something marvelously American happened. The boss and CEO, Mr. Vaughan, stopped Nolen in his tracks with a bullet. (What a shame Vaughan didn’t stop the butcher dead in his tracks.)
Survival—of the species of the culture of the faith—has a biological dimension. What would have befallen our Hominid ancestors had they implemented gender parity in their hunter-gatherer societies—sometimes the women hunt while the men forage and mind the kids, and vice versa?
In the service of statist sameness, the male-vs.-female biological imperatives are rapidly, if reflexively, being dissolved. Dissolving “The Constitution of Man” is dangerous to civilization, for a subservient, effete civilization will not survive the onslaught of Islam.