Limelight on the City of Lights

Men of power have fixed their gaze on Paris, the City of Lights. Bodies shot up by wicked men at a metal music concert have barely absconded to the morgue and their blood sopped off the sand floor, yet the leaders of the West fret over the future of some ghastly concoction called "Europe."

Francois Hollande has "deployed the military" and declared a "state of emergency." Neither of these measures will mean anything. I had the chilling experience of standing atop the south tower of the World Trade Center in New York City four months before nineteen men with box-cutters brought it down. Terrorists operate in cells and in small numbers. 

The leaders will go into a mad rush to "save Europe" from Greek debt and impending political incorrectness. No one will say Islam is the problem, it will be "religious extremism," something that, supposedly, everyone else is capable of doing. These sorts of conflicts are usually brought to a head and resolved by open war, but that will not happen now, not yet. The dispute is not between combatant nations, it is between cultures—post-Christian, decadent Europe and the zealous, augmenting Islamic minority. Multiculturalism is the secular European church's sacrament; their inerrant leaders should be expected to uphold the orthodoxy they have created and blame everything on the Islamic State, which a calm analysis would likely show to be a symptom, not a cause, of what happened in Paris.

Until the cultural and political landscape changes so that open dispute may allow reconsideration of Europe's direction since the fall of the Berlin Wall, the Eurocentrists will continue to bomb the enemy remotely, except the enemy is not Islam, but Marine le Pen.

I am not politicizing this tragedy. I have no stake in French politics. What happened is quite serious. Pray for the repose of the dead, and maybe that common sense may benefit the living.