Can't help it; it's just what we do!
As Sultan Knish points out, France is in the midst of a hot civil war:
(PARISTAN) It’s not just rhetoric. Bombs turn up in a posh Parisian suburb. Two young women are butchered at a train station. And it’s just another week of an Islamic World War III being fought in France.But apparently, nobody in charge can do the math, and figure out that being merkeled by decades of Muslim immigration, now on steroids, got them to where they are now.
From the November attacks in 2015 that killed 130 people and wounded another 400+, to the Bastille Day truck ramming attack last year that killed 86 and wounded 458, the war is real.
French casualties in France are worse than in Afghanistan. The French lost 70 people to Islamic terrorist attacks in Afghanistan. And 239 to Islamic terrorist attacks in France.
The French losses in Afghanistan were suffered in over a decade of deployment in one of the most dangerous Islamic areas in the world. The French losses in France were suffered in less than two years.
There’s something very wrong when Afghanistan is safer than Paris.
Nor to go one step beyond, and simply deport their Third World problems back where they belong, once and for all.
Apparently, that might require French women to start having babies, and French men to actually, y'know, get a job and go to work to support the new mouths to feed.
And the French can't be having any of that noise.
So, they'll continue to set what shreds of civil rights they still barely enjoy on fire, in order to usher in a draconian police state that would have made their 1940 occupiers blush to enact. And there won't be any "resistance" not even a fraction of a percent to give the other 99% collaborators any cover.
They should just cut to the chase, convert now, and put a muzzein atop the Eiffel Tower, and get it over with. National identity means nothing when faced with the prospect of actually defending it, yet another thing any of which the French can't be having.
Liberty! Equality! Stupidity!
Onward into slavery, froggies. No one's coming to save you from yourselves. It's 1789 all over again, and Robbespierre's new name is Mohamed.
Best of luck with that plan.
Bonus: Britistan, having watched its merchant fleet rust away, is now primarily dependent on truck and train traffic through the Chunnel for the imports that keep it, and its own burgeoning hordes of jihadi immigrants alive, healthy, and able to rape little girls and boys with impunity.
So you've already got a two-fer, and a bonus with Germany run by a mad cow, insanely cheering on the burning of all of Europe.
Scandinavia watches itself be consumed like a man being swallowed alive by a python, and does little, if anything, short of manifesting Stockholm Syndrome on a national scale.
Only the resurgent Catholic and Orthodox Eastern Europe, refined in the fires of forty years of communism's cold grasp, has decided to tell Islam to go to hell, and shut their gates firmly in its face.
Best wishes, Eurotards. You set your own house afire, and you can figure out how best to put it out. We'll be sitting this one out, while we strive to thwart things here, only two steps earlier in the process than you're at now.
Not nearly so funny after the first few hundred bodies pile up...
Western Civilization: it was fun while it lasted.
But if it ever manages to bestir itself, the lesson is liable to resemble something best left undisturbed since the last time militant religious fanaticism well and truly pissed us off.
"I'll see your World Trade Center, and raise you one Kaaba. Call..."