Jihad Watch’s Hugh Fitzgerald compiles a short list of what has been put at risk with the rapid Islamization of Europe:
Some time ago I observed that “without Europe the West becomes comical” – and was almost immediately asked to explain. Here goes:
The British Museum.
The National Gallery.
The Vatican Museum.
The Library at Chatsworth.
The canals of Venice.
The Piazza della Signoria.
The Dulwich Gallery.
The Tivoli Gardens.
The Boboli Gardens.
The Jardin des Plantes.
Las Ramblas in Barcelona.
The Juderia in Cordoba.
The Portuguese Synagogue in Amsterdam.
Trinity College Great Court.
Pushkin’s house and library in St. Petersburg.
Musee Guimet. Musee of Nissim Camondo. Jeu de Paume. The Luxembourg Gardens
Tolstoy’s house at Yasnaya Polyana.
Linnaeus’s house in Uppsala.
The Dulwich Gallery.
Samuel Johnson’s House.
The National Railway Museum in York.
The islands of Lewis and Harris.
The house of Bourges.
The birthplace of Hans Christian Andersen in Odense.
Swans on the Avon River.
The Palazzo of the D’Este family in Ferrara.
The Palazzo Pubblico in Siena.
The Pinacoteca in Siena.
The Villa Lante.
The caves of Lascaux.
The caves of Altamira.
The Palazzo Farnese.
The Piazza Farnese.
The Piazza Navona.
The Spanish Steps.
The house of Gogol at 47, via Sistina.
The house of Keats (now called the Keats-Shelley House).
Via Condotti. Via del Babuino.
The obelisk in the Piazza Minerva.
The fountain in the Piazza Navona.
Trinita dei Monti.
Musee de Cluny.
Ile de Re.
The lavander fields in Senanque.
The Bibliotheque Nationale.
The street of alfarrabistas in Lisbon.
The mist on Malvern Hill.
The gardens at Chiswick.
And all the rest.
The King James version of the Bible. The Wyclif. The Tyndale.
Wynkyn de Worde. Sir Kenelm Digby. Sir John Maundeville. Boswell. Bosworth Field.
And lest we forget, Geoffrey and William and John, and Jane, and Charles, and Philip. Michel, Andre, Victor, Charles, Paul, Marcel, and Georges and Philip. Wislawa and Zbigniew and Czeslaw. Jaroslav. Jorge, Teresa, Francisco, Miguel, Teresa, JorgePiet, Harry. Gavriil, Aleksandr, Nikolai, Fyodor, Afanasy, Lev, Anton, Ivan, Mark, Osip, Marina, Boris, Vladimir, Vladislav, Mikhail. Jacopone, Guido, Francesco and Dante, all the way up to Giacomo, Eugenio, Dino and Primo and Italo. Christoph, Johann, Franz, Karl.
Have I left anyone out? Yes, because I only have 3 minutes to write this article before other duties call.
So fill it all in yourself. Don’t forget a few it may be, in all the fuss, simply to overlook — you know, such as Mozart, and Isaac Newton, and Spinoza, and Hume, and Rembrandt, and a few people like that whom I just forgot to list. Gosh, I left out Leonardo. And Michelangelo. And Beethoven. Oops, I keep thinking of new names, new places, new things to add.
Goodness, this could go on for more than five minutes — I’m now up to seven minutes.
Not all Europeans are named Patten, Solana, and Prodi. Not all are called Jacques Chirac, Dominique de Villepin, George Galloway, and Gerhard Schroder. Some of them are worth thinking about.
Everyone has his own private list. I open to my own O and find Odile, Oswyn, Osvaldo, and Oscar, and…well, you do it with your own mental address-book. And ask yourself, would you like to turn your backs on all of these people, and have them, or their descendants, live in an islamized Europe, with all that that implies?
You don’t care? They deserve what they get? But aren’t you looking forward to the American version of a British original — “The Office” — tonight? You’re not?