Mientras el cínico alcalde de Londres derrama lágrimas de cocodrilo

Lo inevitable ha ocurrido, aunque un par de días estuvieron los media mintiendo de que al Califlato lo habían parado a las puertas de Palmyra, y que Ramadi resistía bien.

palmira, n siria

Pero ya cayó en sus garras asesinas.

Mientras los diarios ingleses, y aquellos españoles que les copian, denuncian a los del Califlato, y Boris Johnson escribe uno de sus super-caros artículos en The Daily Telegraph -escribe como el culo el Boris, pero cobra como dios, 400.000 libras al año por escribir bobadas ahí- lloriqueando de las piedras de Palmyra, las fuerzas especiales de Gran Bretaña entrenan y ayudan a los del ISIS, so capa de que luchan contra Assad.

O sea que Assad, estudiando la cosa militar y la situación, se retiró de Palmyra.

Ahora vendrán llantos y crujir de dientes de estos hipócritas, que viven de deplorar los males que ellos mismos causan.

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We must save Palmyra or the maniacs will raze civilisation

Boris Johnson, alcalde de Londres

A learned culture that gave us diversity, beauty, learning and heritage is under threat from Isil

Palabras de Tutankamen, esa cultura murió hace miles de años, los que no se han muerto son los vivos como el Boris, que se la llevan linda.

The other day, I was trying to persuade a political friend of the urgency of doing something to save Palmyra. To be fair to him he understood the horror of what could happen in the next few days. My friend had never been to the ancient city, so I tried to evoke the glory of the colonnades, the temples, the sculptures.

I explained the sense of wonder that fills the visitor as you watch the dawn break on these vast fields of rosy old masonry, the amazement at coming far into the deserts of Arabia and finding structures that derive so plainly from ancient Greece and Rome. I think I got across my almost-physical sickness at the idea of surrendering this urban masterpiece to the monsters of Isil.

I told him of my terror of the sledgehammers and the dynamite of these moronic iconoclasts, and I think he understood where I was coming from.

Gently, however, he posed the obvious question: why Palmyra? Why now? After all, we in the West have collectively decided to do very little to help hundreds of thousands of Syrian human beings. How can I justify an intervention on behalf of inanimate objects? There is, frankly, no easy rejoinder. The saving of human life should always come first. Nor is Isil unique in performing acts of awful cultural destruction: think of Dresden.

No nation is entirely guiltless of such crimes. Yet I want to convince you today that there would be something peculiarly catastrophic about the loss of Palmyra; and it is not just the superb quality of the remains – one of the truly breathtaking sites of the ancient world, fully deserving its UN world heritage status. I believe there is something more at stake in Palmyra – and that is the very idea of our Western civilisation and what we stand for.

The more you learn about the Palmyrenes, the more modern they seem to be. For centuries, the city was a great Greco-Romano-Semitic crossroads. Everybody went there, from across that immense and peaceful empire – from Scotland to Libya, from Portugal to Serbia and Iraq.

They gabbled away in their mile-long shopping arcade, in Amorite and Aramaic and Arabic and Jewish and Greek and (a little) in Latin; and they borrowed from each other’s culture with an exuberant promiscuity.

They had Roman baths and Greek theatres, and they mummified their dead in the fashion of the Egyptians. They had all sorts of government – oriental kings and Greek archons and Roman senators, sometimes at the same time. Insofar as the Romans were, for a long time, the dominant power, they positively encouraged local diversity, especially in religion and the worship of all types of Mesopotamian divinities.

Even after the Palmyrenes rebelled in the 3rd century, the emperor Aurelian rebuilt the temple of Bel.

And, of course, there were changes over the thousands of years: one type of temple gave way to another, and the temples then became churches, and the churches eventually became mosques. But never in its history has Palmyra faced a threat as brutal as today. Every conquering army, every general that has ever gone there has found something to admire.

Every succeeding culture has been generally willing to preserve and often to embellish. Not today – not these people. The maniacs of Isil are so narcissistic and so generally up themselves that they cannot cope with the idea of a great culture that predates Islam. They are so pathetic, so troubled, so fearful, so small, that they are driven to destroy – because they apparently cannot stand beauty; they cannot abide representations of the human form; and some of them are seemingly the kind of self-hating homosexuals who throw gays off cliffs.

They stand in polar opposition to modern Western values; and – perhaps more importantly, in case anyone should be tempted to make the mistake of any general Islamophobia – they are of course a complete betrayal of the legacy of the great mediaeval Muslim scholars: men like Avicenna and Averroes, without whose intercessions so much of classical learning – including the Platonic and Aristotelian foundations of our thinking – would have been lost.

Their behaviour is an abomination to all of us, Muslims and non-Muslims alike, and we cannot allow them to continue with their public and juvenile desecration of everything that is good and beautiful.

One day, Syria will return to some kind of peace. What hope for the Syrian economy, what hope for the tourist industry, if we allow them to smash Palmyra? Even if we had the time and the money, we could not hope to rebuild the ruins – not without producing some ludicrous Disneyland effect.

We have lost so much already: Nimrud and Hatra have gone; large parts of Aleppo have been wrecked. If we don’t make a stand now, in the face of this barbarism, when will we stick up for our common human heritage? What about the Umayyad mosque in Damascus – is that to be condemned for having gorgeous figurative Byzantine mosaics? Must we prepare ourselves for the loss of Leptis Magna?

If this violence goes on unchecked, it is not too fanciful to imagine the loonies taking over – some time in the next decades – in Egypt itself. Presumably their ideology would demand the dynamiting of the Pyramids, Karnak, Luxor. The whole thing is evil, unthinkable – and yet it could be about to happen tomorrow in Palmyra.

I accept that some readers will be left cold by an appeal on behalf of a bunch of ruins. But I can’t see it like that. For me, Palmyra embodies the great ideas we owe to the Greeks and the Romans: openness, generosity to other cultures – and above all the ideal of religious and intellectual freedom and tolerance. That is worth fighting for.

It may not be too late for some kind of exclusion zone around the site, or at least for air strikes. I would hope that our country, at the UN, would lead the world in calling for action and resistance. This isn’t a clash of civilisations. It’s a struggle between civilisation and nihilism, and a fight we must win.



☼  Como ejemplo del cinismo inglés, no es insuperable, simplemente es típico.

Ese mismo «political friend» (o sea, el primer ministro Cameron) envía a entrenar a insurgentes contra Assad, luego deploran los males que ellos mismos cauan.

Y no se tome esto como una defensa del dictador Assad, pero antes de que estos cínicos hipócritas causaran la revuelta en Siria, eso estaba bastante mejor y más tranquilo.

O sea, que si esto ha pasado y pasa, es porque EEUU y UK quieren, o no pasaría.


☼ PS.  Y si ocurre porque los EEUU ya no pueden con el tema, es más preocupante aún.

Si el Califlato es invento del Hijo de Caín -como dicen algunos, entre ellos Fidel Castro que suele estar bastante bien enterado de las cosas- esto parece una de esas conspiraciones bizantinas hacia la caída del Imperio Romano, que tuvo lugar precisamente por estas tierras.  Esas conspiraciones resultaban en su daño, por pasarse de listos con los barbarous.

En cualquier caso, acá dos asombrosos artículos en el NY Times, el diario del Imperio  –recordemos que los romanos también tenían un diario, se llamaba Acta Diurna.

El primero es un acongojante relato in situ de la caída de Palmyra.

Frantic Message as Palmyra, Syria, Fell: ‘We’re Finished’


BEIRUT, Lebanon —  The Syrian Army soldier had long served in Palmyra, but he was on leave when he heard that Islamic State militants had attacked a village northeast of the desert city, killing dozens of his comrades. He sent frantic text messages, trying to reach them. No one answered.

He shared his anguish last week in a series of texts as he slowly pieced together bits of the story from survivors of the massacre. Soldiers told him they had run out of ammunition. One officer radioed to headquarters, “We’re finished.” Worst of all, the soldier said, was the photograph he was shown of the decapitated body of a friend, the 19-year-old daughter of a Syrian general. /… /

El segundo es una serie de mentiras podridas escritas por un becario iraquí de los EEUU, que se defiende el sueldito mintiendo a modo, como buen árabe.


Calm Down. ISIS Isn’t Winning.


The fall of Ramadi and Palmyra isn’t a disaster. In Iraq, at least, there is hope.

The attack on Ramadi was a sign of desperation, not strength. It took 16 months of continual clashes with tenacious Iraqi security forces and loyal Sunni tribes before the Islamic State, also known as ISIS, could take Ramadi. Before it fell, the Islamic State already controlled half of the city. Its battlefield rivals were exhausted, and it wanted to give its adherents a psychological boost. Ramadi was a ripe target.

But the Islamic State is not on an unstoppable march. In Iraq, and to some extent Syria, it remains on the defensive. /…/

Esto se parece mucho a cuando Goebbels en el Völkischer Beobachter -el Vigilante del Pueblo, circulación: 1,7 millones en 1944- les decía a los alemanes que las hordas soviéticas jamás tomarían Berlín  — y ya les cañoneaban las avanzadillas rusas.

☼ Ahora todos se han vuelto instantaneous historiadores y arqueólogos, y glosan las glorias de la Reina Zenobia en Palmira.

Anda, animémonos y vayan, vayan Uds a matar y morir por las ruinas de Palmyra !

Está claro que Palmyra estaba en manos del gobernante de Siria, lo hubieran apoyado en vez de socavarlo y querer derribarlo apoyando precisamente con armas y entrenamiento a sus enemigos, con el resultado que de ese quilombo en Siria los del Califlato que son la fuerza más agresiva, más fanática y mejor organizada son los ganadores.

Como serán estos bárbaros islámicos que algunos de ellos se quejan de que los familiares de los jeques capos son los que tienen preferencia para ser ¡Bombistas Suicidas! y a la fila de voluntarios comunes que quieren volarse con un coche bomba tienen que esperar su turno  -o eso dicen los diarios ingleses que he leído, la credibilidad se les supone…

En cuanto logren la salida al mar, no les falta ya casi nada, van a ver en Europa lo que es bueno.  Se nos van a beber la sangre.


☼ Deben conocer Uds lo que cantaban las hordas fanáticas Nazis, poco antes de que estallara la Guerra os lo voy a poner un trozo más relevante y traducir. Parece que se vivieran tiempos que conducen a algo parecido.

Es zittern die morschen Knochen «Tiemblan sus huesos podridos«

Wir werden weiter marschieren.                 . Seguiremos marchando (militar)
Wenn alles in Scherben fällt,                        . Incluso cuando reviente todo
Denn heute da hört uns Deutschland         . Porque hoy nos escucha Alemania
Und morgen die ganze Welt.                        . Y mañana el mundo entero.



Por Armando

2 comentarios en «Palmyra, Siria, cae en manos del Califlato -con la ayuda de la Pérfida Albión»
  1. El otro dia estuve haciendo una pequeña busqueda en la red; queria saber como andamos en españa de defensas.
    El resultado no me ha tranquilizado demasiado; Parece ser que tenemos un ejercito regular minusculo, con no mas de 30.00 efectivos. Luego si, claro, hay mas de 100.000 reservistas.Pero no nos equivoquemos.Esas reservas no son como las de Estados unidos, que se reunen semanalmente para entrenar.O las de Rusia, que las hacen ir en primera fila para que aprendan, como cuando invadieron Georgia, hace ya unos años.
    Nuestros Reservistas son gente normal, que capaz que no hayan empuñado un arma en años.
    Por lo tanto contamos con 30.000 efectivos para defender una costa inmensa.Genial.

  2. Pienso que lo peor puede ser, parece, que por primera vez en 500 años o desde que se inventó el arcabuz y el mosquete, que se hacían en Eibar, y el fusil Mauser copia autorizada también, y el CETME, claro, que por primera vez quizás en la historia de España no se fabrica el fusil reglamentario.
    Alguien estará cobrando por cada uno que se importa…

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