15 Replies to “Italian Psychiatrist crushes the Islamic Postmodern culture which is destroying the West”
What a great Italian! What a great speaker! This speech is remarkable in its brevity and completeness. However the revolution he wants launched from Rome has already left from eastern stations. It isn’t the first time Rome stood by idly to watch the Muslims invade Europe, only to let easterners be fodder despite pleas for help. Regardless, let history teach them to act now on the words of this valiant man. Better late than never.
From the Magyar Garden
A honey bee buzzed by
Heavy with sweet pollen
He heaved a happy sigh:
“They fertilize with blood, I think,
And irrigate with tears
They’ve grown their darkdeep flowers
For a thousand or more years.”
Just then another bee
Flew by the other way
And bid the panting parting bee
A sunnyfine Good Day
“Any tips, old pal,
To a garden neverbeen?
I heard about it from a friend
But it I’ve never seen.”
The laden bee then paused for thought
— To measure up his words
“They plant their hearts right in the dirt
On the very day they die
And when they sprout they shoot right up
As flowers to the sky
The lilies are atomic
They detonate with joy
The roses hide great secrets in their folds and pleated ploys.”
And then this little bee
So vivid on his treasure
Lowered down his voice
To whisper for safe measure
“There’s something you should know, dear bee,
About the Magyar garden
There are two vines so intertwined
At war, it seems, forever.
The one you must beware of
Has a fragrance made in heaven
It’s rich and sings of Paradise
Out of Six it is a Seven!
It conjures fields of flowers
Extending out of sight
With not a single fence
To hamper you your flight.”
And then the bee just stopped and swallowed
–Afraid to speak so free
Then grabbed his courage by the throat
–Out of necessity.
“The other vine it clings so tight Around the pretty one
Its scent is nothing quite as sweet
Quite plain, in fact, not fun.
It’s stalk is thick just like a brick
The wood it winds like iron
Around-around the pretty one
A gripping deathly spire.”
“But what is this?” The other bee
Interrupted suddenly
“We bees must chase the sweetest smells
–Our duty to the world
Where sweetness lays we fertilize
Hence make the whole thing turn.
You put your back to Virtue, friend,
–You seem to have it wrong
Collectively we save the world
Together we are strong.”
And then the bee so weighted down
With nectar that he faltered
Tried one last time to set things straight
Just words, he knew, did matter.
“There is no honey in a lie
No sugar in a song
The wooded stalk gives only Truth
It’s flowers are so strong
They are not flashy in their colours
Not brilliant not at all
But the honey that their pollen gives
Runs thick with golden brawn
Conversely, now, the other one
–Althought it seems so sweet
Makes honey just like water
— So thin and oh-so weak
It kills you with its kindness
–Its Sophistry of Scent
But bid you I Adieu, right now,
For I am almost spent.”
With that the Magyar Garden bee
Went off now on his own
The other bee just shook his head
He watched the truth fly home
Then landed on a post did he
To rest his weary wings
Then puffed his chest to make a speech
On higher, noble things:
“I stand here on this post
A modern bee, of sorts
And beg to you all other bees
To heed my words the most–”
But suddenly a wind came up
A tornado from the east
And blew the bee right off his post
–Right off his “modern” speech
He did not have the strength to rise
Now felt himself so hollow
The Magyar Garden bee, he wished,
He’d had the strength to follow.
Nice poem Johnnyu but to long. Try cutting it down to the very essence it will be more powerfull that way.
Yes the revolution he wants has started he needs to start pushing that revolution in Italy. Of course he may be tailoring his statements to his audience to get around any prejudices they have.
Yes of course I think he is and that’s quite fine. Who cares as long as he gets the word out. I think he’s great.
If is is half as intelligent as he sounds he will put Italy on the road out of this mess.
I don’t know how much US history you know but during his life time Ben Franklin’s enemies considered him a buffoon, to a very large extent he helped them think this because it let him lead them around by the nose without their knowing it.
When someone who sounds very intelligent misses or seems to ignore an important point consider why they may be doing this.
I LOVE the poem, Johnny!
Magyar-Bee won’t convince those Roman-bees intoxicated on the ‘Sophistry of Scent’. Its garden is rugged, tended with blood and tears for a 1000 years. Substance, endurance.
Italy’s been paying off tardish terrorists since the ’70s. Magyar pays no ransom, no Danegeld (Cosa Nostra -geld).
Soft communism was seductive, Hungary knew the hard stuff.
No “bonismo” (Gutmenschen). Responsibility, that’s not what Bergoglio’s peddling.
Thanks Yucki. I really appreciate that. Also there is in there the postmodernism reference and it’s hollowness (which gets blown away by the east wind), fields without fences (borders), the allusion to the rich, fragrant vine that says nice things (Soros), and the earnest, thicker vine entwined around it (Orban).There is the one bee’s fear to speak freely, the “collective” reference, and other things. Maybe Copywriter is right, but from my end I cant find much superfluous to these ideas expressed. Anyhow thanks again. You’re a great reader.
I can’t write poetry, but I have an ear for it.
First the music, then what it says, then what’s left unsaid.
By then it’s locked in and mine.
His speech is great – about saving western culture. I just wished he had mention Christ and Christianity somewhere in there. Not just culture.
He is wearing a Cross of Matamoros in the videos. (second one to be posted shortly)
He is one of us, great news.
Slumbering Europe begins to awaken.
Sadly, it will probably require some rather rude awakenings to rouse enough people in time to save European civilization. This definitely is going to get a lot uglier before it ever begins to get better.
Most of all, there must emerge the will to exceed the violence and barbarity that has been dropped into their midst. Without any ability to go these savages one better at their own vicious games, Europe will be just so much low hanging fruit waiting to be picked.
Make families, have babies and love them. Fully human people.
Skin in the game for a future worth living.
Otherwise it’s all just death: something worth dying for // killing for – just flip-sides of nihilism.
Johnnyu, very nicely done. I didn’t think it long.
Thx.
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What a great Italian! What a great speaker! This speech is remarkable in its brevity and completeness. However the revolution he wants launched from Rome has already left from eastern stations. It isn’t the first time Rome stood by idly to watch the Muslims invade Europe, only to let easterners be fodder despite pleas for help. Regardless, let history teach them to act now on the words of this valiant man. Better late than never.
From the Magyar Garden
A honey bee buzzed by
Heavy with sweet pollen
He heaved a happy sigh:
“They fertilize with blood, I think,
And irrigate with tears
They’ve grown their darkdeep flowers
For a thousand or more years.”
Just then another bee
Flew by the other way
And bid the panting parting bee
A sunnyfine Good Day
“Any tips, old pal,
To a garden neverbeen?
I heard about it from a friend
But it I’ve never seen.”
The laden bee then paused for thought
— To measure up his words
“They plant their hearts right in the dirt
On the very day they die
And when they sprout they shoot right up
As flowers to the sky
The lilies are atomic
They detonate with joy
The roses hide great secrets in their folds and pleated ploys.”
And then this little bee
So vivid on his treasure
Lowered down his voice
To whisper for safe measure
“There’s something you should know, dear bee,
About the Magyar garden
There are two vines so intertwined
At war, it seems, forever.
The one you must beware of
Has a fragrance made in heaven
It’s rich and sings of Paradise
Out of Six it is a Seven!
It conjures fields of flowers
Extending out of sight
With not a single fence
To hamper you your flight.”
And then the bee just stopped and swallowed
–Afraid to speak so free
Then grabbed his courage by the throat
–Out of necessity.
“The other vine it clings so tight Around the pretty one
Its scent is nothing quite as sweet
Quite plain, in fact, not fun.
It’s stalk is thick just like a brick
The wood it winds like iron
Around-around the pretty one
A gripping deathly spire.”
“But what is this?” The other bee
Interrupted suddenly
“We bees must chase the sweetest smells
–Our duty to the world
Where sweetness lays we fertilize
Hence make the whole thing turn.
You put your back to Virtue, friend,
–You seem to have it wrong
Collectively we save the world
Together we are strong.”
And then the bee so weighted down
With nectar that he faltered
Tried one last time to set things straight
Just words, he knew, did matter.
“There is no honey in a lie
No sugar in a song
The wooded stalk gives only Truth
It’s flowers are so strong
They are not flashy in their colours
Not brilliant not at all
But the honey that their pollen gives
Runs thick with golden brawn
Conversely, now, the other one
–Althought it seems so sweet
Makes honey just like water
— So thin and oh-so weak
It kills you with its kindness
–Its Sophistry of Scent
But bid you I Adieu, right now,
For I am almost spent.”
With that the Magyar Garden bee
Went off now on his own
The other bee just shook his head
He watched the truth fly home
Then landed on a post did he
To rest his weary wings
Then puffed his chest to make a speech
On higher, noble things:
“I stand here on this post
A modern bee, of sorts
And beg to you all other bees
To heed my words the most–”
But suddenly a wind came up
A tornado from the east
And blew the bee right off his post
–Right off his “modern” speech
He did not have the strength to rise
Now felt himself so hollow
The Magyar Garden bee, he wished,
He’d had the strength to follow.
Nice poem Johnnyu but to long. Try cutting it down to the very essence it will be more powerfull that way.
Yes the revolution he wants has started he needs to start pushing that revolution in Italy. Of course he may be tailoring his statements to his audience to get around any prejudices they have.
Yes of course I think he is and that’s quite fine. Who cares as long as he gets the word out. I think he’s great.
If is is half as intelligent as he sounds he will put Italy on the road out of this mess.
I don’t know how much US history you know but during his life time Ben Franklin’s enemies considered him a buffoon, to a very large extent he helped them think this because it let him lead them around by the nose without their knowing it.
When someone who sounds very intelligent misses or seems to ignore an important point consider why they may be doing this.
I LOVE the poem, Johnny!
Magyar-Bee won’t convince those Roman-bees intoxicated on the ‘Sophistry of Scent’. Its garden is rugged, tended with blood and tears for a 1000 years. Substance, endurance.
Italy’s been paying off tardish terrorists since the ’70s. Magyar pays no ransom, no Danegeld (Cosa Nostra -geld).
Soft communism was seductive, Hungary knew the hard stuff.
No “bonismo” (Gutmenschen). Responsibility, that’s not what Bergoglio’s peddling.
Thanks Yucki. I really appreciate that. Also there is in there the postmodernism reference and it’s hollowness (which gets blown away by the east wind), fields without fences (borders), the allusion to the rich, fragrant vine that says nice things (Soros), and the earnest, thicker vine entwined around it (Orban).There is the one bee’s fear to speak freely, the “collective” reference, and other things. Maybe Copywriter is right, but from my end I cant find much superfluous to these ideas expressed. Anyhow thanks again. You’re a great reader.
I can’t write poetry, but I have an ear for it.
First the music, then what it says, then what’s left unsaid.
By then it’s locked in and mine.
His speech is great – about saving western culture. I just wished he had mention Christ and Christianity somewhere in there. Not just culture.
He is wearing a Cross of Matamoros in the videos. (second one to be posted shortly)
He is one of us, great news.
Slumbering Europe begins to awaken.
Sadly, it will probably require some rather rude awakenings to rouse enough people in time to save European civilization. This definitely is going to get a lot uglier before it ever begins to get better.
Most of all, there must emerge the will to exceed the violence and barbarity that has been dropped into their midst. Without any ability to go these savages one better at their own vicious games, Europe will be just so much low hanging fruit waiting to be picked.
Make families, have babies and love them. Fully human people.
Skin in the game for a future worth living.
Otherwise it’s all just death: something worth dying for // killing for – just flip-sides of nihilism.
Johnnyu, very nicely done. I didn’t think it long.
Thx.