‘Curiouser and curiouser!’ Cried Alice (she was so much surprised, that for the moment she quite forgot how to speak good English). – Lewis Carroll, Alice In Wonderland
This phrase is often used to express bewilderment, especially when experiencing something that does not make sense. It’s also an apt description of yesterday evening’s Opening Ceremony of the London 2012 Summer Olympics.
In sum, the production was sophomoric socialistic multicultural artistic drivel, masquerading as an intentional gambit of Islamic propaganda.
The artistic value speaks for itself. That is, there was very little. This politically correct production at no time, or precious little, imparts any understanding of the greatness of the British Isles and Britain’s English speaking people. Instead, we are taken on a nightmarish journey: from feudal serfdom; to the darkest Dickensian horrors of the Industrial Revolution; followed by a surrealistic portrayal of Britain’s National Health Service (NHS); before arriving at the real interest of the evening’s “entertainment,” which is the transformation of English society into an Islamic nation.
It wasn’t Romeo and Juliet dancing the night away out there on stage last night, rather it was Ishmael and A’ishah, two young kids from the Levant. And, if you haven’t gotten it by now, it was not a “house” on stage, but the Ka’ba, Islam’s most sacred site, taking center stage – Mecca in London. The transformation is complete, the Islamization of England has been achieved, and all it took was the Opening Ceremony of the London Olympic Games to do it. And, in the end, the kids sing and dance, into the “house.” Translation: all come to Islam.
One wonders who gave the keys to the castle to Danny Boyle, and what did they expect to get? Mr. Boyle, best known for his cinematic work, not for theatrical productions, was a curious choice. His best-known work is for the films Slumdog Millionaire, a story of a morally bankrupt Indian slum orphan, and Trainspotting, a story about heroin junkies on the dole.
Mr. Boyle wanted to send the world a message. And that is, the British Isles are no longer Anglo-Saxon. No longer the stuff of Queen Boudicca, King Arthur, Chaucer, Henry VIII, Shakespeare, Nelson, Wellington, Shelley, Wordsworth, Byron, Keats, Queen Victoria, Dickens, Gilbert and Sullivan, Kipling, Churchill, Thatcher, and Elizabeth II. Instead of these realities, we were subjected to a bizarre existential, if not delusional, production.
For Islam, the Ka’ba (Cube) of Mecca is the House of God. For Mr. Boyle, the “House” at center stage is also the Ka’ba. This is Mr. Boyle’s revelation and destination. Without our consent, we were forced to make the pilgrimage of the faithful.
Indeed, Western Civilization is in distress. When people of responsibility allow the subversive and destructive elements in society to speak to us in a legitimate forum such as the world’s Olympic Games, in promotion of an illegitimate cause, we are in serious peril.