Italy is capitulating to Islamic autocrats

After Rouhani came the turn of the Emir of Qatar, Sheikh Tamim bin Hamad bin Khalifa Al-Thani, who landed in Rome on his first visit to Italy. According to latest data of the Ministry of Economic Development, the volume of trade relations between Italy and Qatar totaled 1,785 billion euro, an increase of 10% over last year.

A few weeks before that, PM Renzi went to Saudi Arabia to sign important contracts even with that Islamic regime. He didn’t denounce the Saudi imprisonment of Raif Badawi, the blogger condemned to flogging for his criticism of Islam.

To understand Italy’s capitulation to Islamic rules we have to follow three powerful Italian politicians: Laura Boldrini, Federica Mogherini and Debora Serracchiani. All of them have been seen wearing a traditional Islamic veil, one after another, in chronological order.

The president of Italian Parliament, Laura Boldrini, visited the Grand Mosque of Rome without hiding her joy. “I hope that the Italians know how to distinguish between Islam and ISIS”, said Boldrini wearing a hijab. A veiled Federica Mogherini, the High Representative of the European Union’s foreign policy, went to Tehran to meet the Iranian Foreign Minister Javad Zarif. The deputy secretary of the Democratic Party, Debora Serracchiani, did the same during her institutional mission to Tehran.

Mrs. Boldrini recently invited the Grand Imam of Al Azhar, Sayed al Tayeb, for a lecture in Italy’s Parliament about “Islam: Religion of Peace”. After my articles in an Italian newspaper denounced Tayeb’s views on women and Israel (Tayeb praised suicide attacks against Israeli civilians), Boldrini was obliged to cancel the event.

Former Italian MPs are also very busy in Europe lobbying for a “European Islam”. A few days ago, Italy’s former foreign minister, Massimo D’Alema, coauthored an article with Tariq Ramadan in Belgium’s daily newspaper Le Soir. In the article, D’Alema compared “Islamophobia” with “Islamic extremism” and called for a more multicultural Europe. Both defined Islam as “a European religion”.

After my articles in an Italian newspaper denounced Tayeb’s views on women and Israel (Tayeb praised suicide attacks against Israeli civilians), Boldrini was obliged to cancel the event [at which he was to lecture].

Italy’s government is also running away from its political and military responsibility against the Islamic State. Defence Minister Roberta Pinotti ruled out Italy partaking in action against ISIS. Pinotti’s comments came after EU defence ministers unanimously backed a French request for help in defeating ISIS after the Paris’ attacks which killed 129 people.

In 2003, Italy was one of the very few countries, along with Spain and UK, which stood with the American people in their noble war in Iraq. The Italians paid a high price in terms of military and civilian casualties. Defeatism, however, is now driving Italy’s government.

Today, Italy is the soft underbelly of Europe. Next time that Iranian and Arab leaders visit Rome, maybe my government, again out of “respect their culture and sensitivity”, will withdraw all the copies of “Satanic Verses” by Salman Rushdie from the bookshops. It could be an unberarable sight for the Iranian ayatollahs, who condemned the author to death and just raised the bounty over his head.

Rome is now experiencing the most ridiculous and grotesque subjugation. When will Italy’s government will issue an apology to the Talibans for having condemned their demolition of the great Buddhas of Bamyan?

It could be an unberarable sight for the Iranian ayatollahs, who condemned the author to death and just raised the bounty over his head.

Good post Marvin.

What I wouldn’t give to see legions appear magically from the past.

march through the muslim filth neighborhoods and do what they did best.

America is my country. I was born here and love it alone.

but my heart breaks for distant family.

...and my family elders here who are old enough to have more of a connection to a country they left long ago.

That 40 foot high wall around Vatican City won’t stop ‘em either. You betcha’!

When I read stuff like this, all I can think of is "Tashlan" from C.S. Lewis' The Last Battle.

The next time Vesuvius erupts and there are massive earthquakes in Italy will be from all of the Romans rolling in their graves.

Too bad Oriana Fallaci is no longer with us. Here's an excerpt from her Rage and Pride:

I don't go to raise tents in Mecca. I don't go to sing Our Fathers and Hail Marys at the tomb of Muhammad. I don't go to pee on the marble of their mosques, I don't go to make caca at the feet of their minarets. When I find myself in their countries (something I never derive pleasure from), I never forget I'm a stranger and a guest. I'm careful not to offend them with clothes or gestures or behavior which for us are normal and for them inadmissible. I treat them with dutiful respect, dutiful courtesy. I apologize if through carelessness or ignorance I infringe one of their rules or superstitions. And this cry of pain and indignation I have written you not always with the apocalyptic scenes with which I began my piece before my eyes. At times instead of those I saw an image that for me is symbolic (and therefore infuriating), of the great tent with which for three months a summer ago the Somali Moslems disfigured, defiled, and outraged the Piazza del Duomo in Florence. My city. It was a tent raised to blame, condemn and insult the Italian government that played host to them but didn't grant them the necessary papers to run around Europe and didn't let them bring hordes of their relatives into the country Mammas, daddies, brothers, sisters, aunts and uncles, pregnant sisters-in-law and even relatives of relatives. It was a tent situated near the beautiful Archbishop's Palace and on the sidewalk outside it they put the shoes or the slippers that in their countries they line up outside the mosques. And together with shoes or slippers, empty water bottles they used to wash their feet before prayer. A tent set up in front of the cathedral with the dome by Brunelleschi, beside the baptistery with the golden doors of Ghiberti. A tent, in fine, furnished like a sloppy flat: chairs, tables, sofas, mattresses to sleep or to fuck on, cook stoves to prepare food and befoul the square with smoke and stinking smells. And thanks to the usual insensitivity of the ENEL, which cares about as much about our works of art as it cares about our landscape, it was furnished with electric light. Thanks to a radio-tape player, it was enriched by the tortured voice of a muezzin who regularly exhorted the faithful, deafened the infidels, and drowned out the sound of the church bells. And together with all that, the yellow lines of urine that profaned the marbles of the baptistery. (Good God! They have a long stream, these sons of Allah. How do they manage to hit a target separated from the protective railing and therefore almost two meters away from their urinary organ?) With the yellow lines of urine was the stink of their shit which blocked the gate of San Salvatore al Vescovo: the exquisite Romanesque church (A.D. 1000) which sits on the shoulders of the Piazza del Duomo and which the sons of Allah had turned into a shithouse. You know it well. You know it well because it was I who called you, begging you to speak of it in Il Corriere, remember? I also called the mayor who, I must concede, kindly came to my house. He listened to me, he said I was right. "You're right, you're really right..." But the tent wasn't removed. He forgot about it or couldn't manage. I also called the Foreign Minister, who was a Florentine, indeed one of those Florentines who speak with a very Florentine accent, not that he was involved in the matter. And he too, I concede, listened to me. He said I was right: "Ah, yes, You're right. Yes." But he didn't raise a finger to remove the tent and as for the sons of Allah who urinated on the Baptistery and shat upon San Salvatore al Vescovo, he soon made them happy. (As far as I know the daddies and mammas and brothers and sisters and aunts and uncles and cousins and pregnant sisters-in-law now are wherever they want to be.) That is, in Florence or other cities in Europe. Then I changed my strategy. I called a friendly cop who runs the security office and said, "Dear officer, I'm not a politician. When I say I'm going to do something, I do it. Moreover I have war experience and I'm wise to certain things. If you don't remove that frigging tent tomorrow, I'll burn it. I swear on my honor that I'll burn it, not even a regiment of carabinieri will be able to stop me, and I want to be arrested for this. Handcuffed and carried off to jail. I'll wind up in all the papers as a result." Well, being smarter than the others, in the course of a few hours he took it away. Where the tent had been there was nothing left but a huge disgusting pile of garbage. It was a Pyrrhic Victory. In fact it didn't in the least influence the creeps who for years have been wounding and humiliating what was the capital of art and culture and beauty. It didn't in the least discourage the other very arrogant guests of the city: Albanians, Sudanese, Bengalese, Tunisians, Algerians, Pakistani, Nigerians who with such fervor contribute to the drug trade and prostitution, apparently not prohibited by the Koran. Oh, yes: they're all still where they were before my cop took away the tent. In the courtyard of the Uffizi Gallery, at the foot of Giotto's tower. In front of the Loggia dell'Orcagna, around the Loggie del Porcellino. In front of the national library, at the entrance of the museums. On the Ponte Vecchio, where every so often they stab or shoot each other. Along the Arno, where they've sought and been granted financial support from the municipal government (yes, ladies and gentlemen, financial support). On San Lorenzo's church square where they get drunk on beer, wine, and liquor, race of hypocrites that they are, and where they utter obscenities to women. (Last summer, on that church square, they did that to me, who am by now an old woman. It goes without saying they brought more harm upon themselves. Oh, they brought more harm on themselves! One is still there moaning over his genitals.) In the historic streets where they bivouac with the pretense of selling "goods." By "goods" you must understand pocketbooks and suitcases copied from models protected by patents, and therefore illegal, and carvings, pens, African statuettes which ignorant tourists think are sculptures by Bernini, and "stuff to smell." ("Je connais mes droits," "I know my rights," he hissed at me, on the Ponte Vecchio, one I'd seen with his "stuff to smell.") And too bad if a citizen protests, too bad if he responds with "go exercise those rights at home." "Racist! Racist!" Too bad if by walking between the goods blocking a passage way a pedestrian damages a so- called Bernini sculpture. "Racist! Racist!" Too bad if a city policeman approaches and attempts an "Honorable son of Allah, sir, would you very much mind moving aside just a hair so people can get by?" They eat him alive. They menace him with a knife. At the very least they insult his mamma and his progenitors. "Racist! Racist!" And people endure with resignation. It has no effect even if you yell at them what my dad shouted during Fascism: "Doesn't dignity mean anything to you? Don't you have a little pride, pigs?"

Full text, translated from the original Italian here

ML/NJ

Former Italian MPs are also very busy in Europe lobbying for a “European Islam”.

The Muslims were in Italy centuries before and they will be back.

What will help the Muslim Hegira to Italy is that as the other countries in Europe close their doors to the Muslim Invasion, Italy won't be able to wave the Muslims through as they have been doing.
Libya will become a closer launching spot for Muslims to Italy in the future.

The naive dangerous foolishness of Pope Francis when dealing with Islam won't help these Italian Kafirs out in resisting Islam. -Tom

What I wouldn’t give to see legions appear magically from the past. march through the muslim filth neighborhoods and do what they did best. America is my country. I was born here and love it alone. but my heart breaks for distant family.

Rome won't satisfy them, and heartbreak won't stop them.

If ISIS considers Rome the SEAT of Christianity, they are sadly mistaken; this error in judgment will be their undoing.

The phoney pope and the ignorant leftist renzi will willingly turn Rome over to the throat slitters.

Great book, great courageous woman. I bought all she wrote.

The purpose of the commies is to take down the Western world.

That matches the muslim goal.

“Rome is on the crosshairs of ISIS and thinks that grovelling will keep it safe.”

When ISIS comes to town and is at the gates of the
Vatican City State, who’s the fascist Pope going to
call to save his a$$. Most likely he will say let it
burn.

I’m American.

I’m not spilling blood for ancestors.

they’re on their own.

and my 90ish male relatives aren’t quite up to returning for the battle.

I meant to suggest that they are going to get around to us...and probably before you and I are 90-ish. :(

i’m 47. still have some fight in me when they get to us.

hell, i’ll be some 75 year old grunts on this board have a lot of fight left in them.

I can’t lie. The Italy/Sicily situation hurts.

but it’s lost.

mom will be much more saddened than me.

those muslim 3####s.

“Of the four capitals of the ancient Roman Empire (Rome, Carthage, Alexandria, Antioch), only the first still belongs to the West.”

And of the four ancient capitals, only one retains any major significance - as with much (most?) under Islamic domination, the other three are pretty much irrelevant by almost any significant measure: economically, politically, culturally, militarily, etc.

i’m 47. still have some fight in me when they get to us.

Excellent! I'm only half that and a girl, but if you should need to retreat to the Delaware River, I'll boost your morale with a hot bath and a pint o' grog. :)