Portugal in a country parish.
In the face of our deadly enemies, this is what the men of the Church offer us: a “religion” that would insult the intelligence and faith of a retarded toddler.
Meanwhile men fear their towns will be overrun with Islamic savages, their daughters and wives will be kidnapped and raped, their sons recruited, their neighbors beheaded, their homes burned. A friend warns that without sane moral guidance, the kind that the Church is no longer capable of providing, strong and determined people will have no choice but to turn to a revived fascism to answer this appalling peril.
And he is right. I’ve seen it already. Young people are tired of being told that patriotism is immoral and are already seeing their communities starting to be overrun with savages whom they are ordered to welcome and whose savageries they are instructed to tolerate. The warning that they will turn to ultranationalist groups is simply factually the case. I know some of them.
What choice do they have, in the moral vacuum that the Church and secular society have become, than to re-invent a moral landscape for themselves?
The weak-kneed, limp-wristed, grey-ponytailed 68ers, smiling out from behind the ancient altars at their dwindling crowds of old ladies, in their tie-dyed polyester ponchos, waving their hands and making dated speeches about peace n’ lurve, are jokes to them, and rightly so.