The link I place leads to a story regarding a British family who were kidnapped by Palestinians, so-called, some time in 2005, and they came to a bad end. Same same only different. The point of the link is to show the reaction to this kidnapping and its ultimate outcome. It has echoes of the end of Beverly Giesbrecht and Arigoni (whose name I can't recall at all properly.) there are many of this kind of fool, another whose name escapes me being the homosexual captured by jihadis, was then rescued by Special Forces members, and who said upon his return to Canada where his family and friends had kept his homosexuality a secret to save his life, that he liked his captors better than his rescuers.

I happen to hold such people in contempt, even the completely worthless and basically harmless neurotic pomo loser Giesbrecht, a pathetic and sad case of a fool wanting attention in an otherwise wasted life. There is sometimes a price to pay for playing fashionable idiot. Sometimes that price is degradation and torture ending in lonely death. I tend to shrug and move right along.

Last night by chance I came across the twagic story of the Burton family, fine people who were kidnapped by the Palestinian! People in 2005. Their end is, of course, the fault of the Jooos. The horrible story is here-- for those who can stomach it.
http://nodhimmitude.blogspot.com/2005/12/islamic-...

Last night by chance I came across the twagic story of the Burton family, fine people who were kidnapped by the Palestinian! People in 2005. Their end is, of course, the fault of the Jooos. The horrible story is here-- for those who can stomach it.
http://nodhimmitude.blogspot.com/2005/12/islamic-...

Iquitos is not exactly paradise, I must hasten to add. There are areas where a stranger after dark would be immediately murdered, no questions asked by anyone ever. But this is not to say there is a problem with living in such an area if one gets to know those who live there. Surpriingly, even savage killers like those I refer to above have some sense of decency, missing from many similar types in America and especially in the Middle East, where I have also lived a wild and weird life, somehow simply getting old and not having learned anything good. What I notice here in Peru, Bolivia, and Paraguay over the past year and more of traveling very slowly, is the general happiness of contented people, even, if I may be so bold, among those who would kill me for stepping into their area after dark as a stranger.

It is truly a shame that I'm stupid because I know so much, if not The Truth. I know, for example, that the totally poor in Iquitos would kill me in an instant if I wandered into some areas after dark, not because they are more vicious than others, but because they don't know not to be vicious toward me in particular. There is a sense of shame and a sense of fairness at play, if one knows the rules of this kind of game. I never kill anyone. I have never been killed, though many's the time when it's been very close. I know stupid stuff like when it's time for me to leave because the people around me are never going to get any better than the monsters they are now. I know when good people are pushed to horror. I know when America is being pushed into something too terrible to contemplate.

I said once to a fellow that they just don't make kids like they used to. He didn't laugh. I felt then it was time to go. Because it's not funny. People make kids, if at all, not so much as lovers make babies or as people engaged in lust make babies, but even less so than the cosmic strangeness of breeding in the jungles of the Amazon. It's almost like a disease of the mind for many, the making and having babies in the Modern world. I can't like it, and I won't take it.

Like then, it is now-- time to go. Feel free to join me, and bring along Howard Hyde. Coffee and popcorn on me!

Best regards,
Dag Walker,
Iquitos, Peru
Nov. 2012

Living in the remote city of Iquitos, Peru in the deep Amazon I tend to meet people who venture out of the usual bounds, young people who are sometimes interested in learning first hand about the world, though perhaps more often than not those who are simply interested in experiencing first hand the hallucinogenic and legal drug (in the state of Loreto, Peru) ayauasca here as they place themselves under the care of some New Age shaman expat from California or so who will guide them to new levels of spirituality in a "ceremony" of drug taking at a lodge in the selva at "a very low price per day." For those serious about hope and change, jungle drugs in the Amazon fit the bill. Twenty-ish kids in waist-lenght rat-dos and billowing, multicoloured pyjamas and embroidered blouses, and girls with wall paper tattoos and piercings-- I do know where-- saunter around smiling benignly at the locals, deigning to pass out advice about how to be authentic in the world by giving up the few material amenities here such as icecream for the benefits of veganism, and so on. For me, this city is six days by cargo boat from the last stop on the road. For many who come to be enlightened, Iquitos is a short plane ride from Cuzco. The would-be enlightened tell me about myself. I am, unsurprisingly, a bad person. Having pronounced, they fly away. Flap, flap. Then one morning I met a young man from Idaho, my own home that I haven't really seen in close to 40 years, my fears so deep that for the first time in four decades I would have a conversation with someone from my own home and that he would criticise me for being old and stupid looming like anacondas in the jungle boughs, that I would be crushed to meet a fellow of my own kind only to find him insufferable. I met a young man from Idaho, and being an old guy, I gave him advice. Kids hate that. I'm old. I do it anyway.

I posted my best advice for him on the Internet, and to my amazement he left a comment some time later. It is his response I would draw to the reader's attention here, my advice being, well, wise, of course, but his comment giving my hope and joy, if not hope and change.
http://nodhimmitude.blogspot.com/2012/10/words-of...

For those longing for more free advice, please ask. I have an endless supply of it. Better still, send more kids from Idaho.

Sweden and other countries with large influxes of immigrants would not have a problem like they do if their immigrants weren't Muslim. A million South Koreans is probably a great thing. A million Muslims is jihad, no matter where the Muslims come from.

Sweden and other countries with large influxes of immigrants would not have a problem like they do if their immigrants weren't Muslim. A million South Koreans is probably a great thing. A million Muslims is jihad, no matter where the Muslims come from.

Immigrants, yes. Muslims? Duck and cover, dhimmis.

The tenth anniversary of 9-11 looms large here. I wonder if we too have our silent Breiviks lurking in the shadows waiting for the day to express their hatreds of fascist Islam and the evil bastard Left in America. Probably not. I assume the day will go by with leftists demonstrating in favour of closing a prison for Muslims in Cuba instead, or perhaps they'll join in a giant national shout condemning Obama for having ordered the assassination of Osama bin Laden. Nothing surprises me any more.

I'm going to try to leave a link here from last week that includes some of Spengler's article. It's also my comment on this issue in abbreviated form.
http://nodhimmitude.blogspot.com/2011/05/reality-...

I'm sorry to read that your child is ill. I don't have any children myself, having missed out on that essential aspect of a meaningful life. But I do have a great love for those who love their children. My best to you and yours.