Javier Solana, Chris Patten (now, grotesquely, permitted to call himself the Chancellor of Oxford University — at what speed do you think John Sparrow is turning in his grave?), Miguel Moratinos, the ineffable Mary Robinson (having ended up in hugely-salaried safety at the World Institute of world-conquering Jeffery Sachs — they all do): these are the E.U. or U.N., bureaucrats. They are a menace to Europe, to the West, and to the civilized world. They are deracinated world-travellers who see nothing except the five-star hotels they check into and then the exchange of banalities banally delivered in the Church of One-World. In that church, such things as national histories, national languages, and national literatures will dissolve into a stew, a gallimaufry in which the real business of everything will be business, and all hostilities will be seen as solvable by the spread of wonderful prosperity to wonderful humanity, and the inspiring motto will be not Lux, not Veritas, not Per Aspera Ad Astra, not even Forse che si, forse che no (the motto of the dukes of Mantua), but rather “More, More, More.”
He’s in his element, Javier Solana. He and all his fellows. They’re only doing what comes naturally to them. Men without a country, men without a past. Men who think Spain, France, Italy, England should disappear and the Brave New Market of homo economicus, the Big Market of Europe, be placed in its stead. Isn’t that what it’s all about? The Big Market? And then the Deux Rives, on both sides of that silly Mediterranean that is the only thing which really divides North Africa from its natural twin, to which it, as part of Islamic civilization, gave so much, practically created — let’s get over that little obstacle, and make Europe and Araby one. A perfect fit: they have the oil, and we have everything but the oil.
What could be better? Javier Solana hasn’t any idea.
Nothing about Javier Solana inspires confidence. The Hamas victory in “Palestine,” followed by that group’s contemptuous refusal to change its tune or its spots, led ultimately not to the slightest consideration or reconsideration of the billions of dollars of new jizyah that will continued be paid by the European countries (and supplemented by the United States) as yet another injection of ill-deserved cash to effectively and indirectly support the Lesser Jihad against Israel. By now no one cares at all about the billions that magically vanished when Arafat died — and no one bothered to mention or think it might be reasonable to request a thorough search for those billions which those long-suffering Infidel taxpayers supplied. These billions of Infidel jizyah are designed to serve as a kind of steam control, placating the local Arab Muslim shock-troops (aided by some mediagenic “Palestinian” islamochristians) of the relentless Jihad against Israel which is merely a subset of, a little opening wedge, in what has become, and cannot be tamped down, a worldwide Jihad against non-Muslims everywhere. But the E.U. takes no notice of that. Oh, no. That the masters of the E.U. and the other Infidels have reached such a pass that even a hint about possibly denying some Jizyah is taken as a great act of moral intelligence shows what a pretty pass we have come to — come to because of the likes of the stupid and the sinister and the silly Javier Solana.
Do you think a man of his mental makeup has bothered, or would bother, to read Qur’an and hadith and sira? Do you think he has any conception that what people learn, what they memorize, what they are taught, every day in every way, to believe — including the right of Islam to dominate and Muslims, the Believers, to take over the world as by right — actually might have an effect? Do you think he ever has a second’s doubt that the “Israel/Palestine” matter is central — so that he need not confront, or make sense of, Beslan, Bali, the killing of Hindus in Bangladesh, Christians in southern Sudan, Buddhists in southern Thailand, plots uncovered in Germany, Italy, France, England to fight the Infidel? Of course he can’t face reality — for what would it mean, what would it tell us, about the Ruling Classes in most European countries, who have betrayed their own populations? Some have done so out of ignorance and negligence, and some out of venality. A whole class of people has gotten rich from Arab money — real estate agents, lawyers, public relations men, and that is not even including the diplomats, journalists, university teachers and assorted officials who have been the direct or indirect beneficiaries of bribes.
Was it J. Middleton Murry, or someone else, who in discussing the endless sentences of Henry James, described his style as resembling “a hippopotamus trying to pick up a pea”? Well, the matter in question is much bigger than a pea — it is the size of the entire giddy globe.
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. It is time for them to make themselves heard.