OK, to be fair, what follows is not “new” in any sense. This is the full text of that EveryJoe.com column written by a certain retired ex-Army bird Colonel with a decided penchant for crucifying people he doesn’t like, that I mentioned in my earlier post about what truly ruthless total war looks like, from about 4 years back. As I said in that post, I hadn’t even begun to get into the really awful realities of war yet, and if you want to know what those look like, then you need to turn to a true professional in the art and science of war to describe actual “pitiless war”.

We are fortunate indeed that such professionals read my work and occasionally comment on it.

Here is what a decorated veteran of Operations Just Cause, Desert Storm, and Iraqi Freedom, LTC Tom Kratman (US Army – Ret) had to say in response to a rather pompous declaration by a quite gormless doofus who just happened to be Le President de France back in 2015 in the wake of the Bataclan Islamist attacks:

Dear France:

Before we get to your current problems and recent events, a couple of questions: How does someone repay one’s mother for the gift of life and the burden of bearing? How does someone repay the midwife who unwrapped the umbilical from one’s infant neck, thereby saving one’s life?

Those are the questions I think upon whenever I hear one of my fellow Americans verbally crapping on France, those, and that we owe you a debt we can’t ever really repay in full. Oh, sure, you went to war at least partly because it was to England’s disadvantage. Not too dissimilarly, we liberated you in 1944 because you were the path to Germany, which we wanted crushed. So what? Purity of aims, as much as a foolish consistency, is a hobgoblin of small minds. The history remains that we did liberate you. The history remains that you did help us to throw off foreign chains long ere that. The history, too, is that there was no particular shortage of Frenchmen and women who wanted to save us, in 1778, for our sakes and liberty’s, and not just for France. Neither was there any particular shortage of Americans, in 1918 or 1944, who fought with the goal of liberty for France, as of mankind in general, somewhere well-placed in their hearts.

Speaking of fighting, wherever did this nonsense of French military incompetence and cowardice come from, anyway? I’ve even heard it from an expatriate Frenchwoman. It would have been news to Washington, I think, as to the Prussians at Jena or the Austrians at Marengo or the Russians at Borodino. One suspects the average German at Verdun would have been most surprised by the claim. Yes, you lost an important battle in 1940, but you lost, more than for any other reason, precisely because of your patriotism and courage from 1914 to 1918, and because, bled out by that, you let a certain kind of person take control of your country and discourse between the wars.

Oh, yes, you have your weaknesses. Chief among these, I think, is a tendency to mistake elegance for intelligence, and, in accordance with that, to grant to your intellectual class – across the world a crew of elegant sounding dummies, by and large, and the same class, be it noted, that enervated you between the wars – far too much of a presumption of intelligence, and much more power than they can wisely or honestly use. More on them in a bit.

You have two sets of enemies inside your country. One set are the unassimilated, indeed, increasingly unassimilated and by now well-nigh inassimilable, Moslems. Some of them, or their co-religionists, have just killed over a hundred – at last count one hundred and sixty or so; it will probably go up – of your citizens and legitimate foreign sojourners in Paris.

Yes, yes, we all know that only American and Swiss Amish shout “Allahu Akbar” before firing into crowds, and that the American National Rifle Association is deeply enough troubled by problems in Syria to recruit and dispatch Methodist and Baptist suicide bombers. And, of course, it only happened because America killed the British lunatic known as Jihad John. Never mind that we just offed the bastard yesterday while attacks like those in Paris take from weeks to months to plan and prepare for; clearly we are to blame. And we can also be sure that it was in response to old child molesting allegations directed against Catholic priests. And, yes, as all right minded folks know, it was George W. Bush’s fault. And that passport showing one of the attackers was a “refugee” who passed through Greece seeking “asylum” was an obvious plant by the doubleplusungood forces of racism and reaction…

Aren’t you sick yet of doublethink, newspeak, and lies? Surely you must be.

How many of the attackers were French citizens? That, we don’t know, though at least one was. One would have been very surprised, indeed, however, to discover that none of them, and none of the people who aided them, were accorded the privilege of French citizenship. Their grandmothers and grandfathers were mostly trying to be French. Their grandchildren want to turn you into Dhimmis. Yes, sure, maybe they were not treated as well in the past as they might have been. So what, that ship has sailed. It is too late to undo any alleged injustices of the past. They detest you as they detest the Scandanavians, the Germans, the British, the Italians, and the Spanish. They detest you for what you are and for what you are not. They detest you because they see you are weak, because every time they demand it you bend over and grease yourselves to accommodate them. You cannot change this by anything beautiful or sensitive or wonderful or caring that is in your power. In the words of a certain group of entertainers of the 1960s and 1970s, “Money can’t buy [you] love.”

The other enemies are your rulers, safe in their internationalist positions, denationalized themselves, well connected, corrupt, and not caring about you in the slightest. Note that people like Dominique Strauss-Khan and his colleagues do not just rape hotel maids; they’ve had you and yours and those of every state in the EU bent over and screwed for decades now. You know the group to which I refer; it is the same group that has been greasing the path to your future dhimmitude. Speaking of which, that recurring pain in your rectal orifice? That’s them.

If you want a list of names of your enemies, you could start with the class rosters of Institut d’études politiques de Paris.

Sad, is it not? You had a revolution to get rid of one set of aristocrats, and had another set within about fifteen years, if memory serves. At least the second set were mostly deserving. Would that you could have that second set of aristocrats again, for they loved you and would have, and did, die for you without counting. They were, even when foreign born, French in their hearts.

Your current aristocracy? Your alumni of Sciences Po? They may care for their fantasies, France, but they do not care for you and yours. They may care about their own genitalia, as with Strauss-Khan, but not about the morally insignificant pieces of bipedal meat they use to satisfy same. Your people, France, are at least as subhuman sheep and cattle to your current rulers as ever they were to the aristocracy of the Ancien Régime.

There is a solution to that problem. Go view this educational video for a while:

Back? Ah, good. But you wonder how many of your rulers you can afford to guillotine? That’s not the question. The question is how many of the corrupt, treasonous, selfish, self-centered, solipsistic and often enough sociopathic swine of your ruling class you can afford to leave alive. While this may be a number above zero, it is not entirely clear that this is a number much above zero. Ah, but no matter; as a foreigner, it’s not my place to say how much exercise Madame needs, only to point out that she clearly needs some.

Once you get rid of your new aristocracy, shaking off the shackles of the European Union and the Transnational treaty regimes should be a piece of cake. To give you a little moral assist in this, however…

I mean this sincerely; until you and the other European states have destroyed the European Union you will have no European future.

Sadly, though, the problem doesn’t end there. Get rid of your ruling class and destroy the EU and the big problem they’ve created for you remains: What do you do about the Moslems in your midst? As mentioned above, there’s nothing you can do to make them love you, nor even to tolerate you except as slaves, and assimilation has failed. Indeed, given the direction of counter-assimilation, one suspects at this point that they’re effectively inoculated against it. The result of this is shot up theaters, shot up restaurants, and bombs. Oh, and, of course, that one hundred and sixty or so dead previously mentioned.

Hmmm, speaking of doublethink, newspeak, and lies, your current president has said, “Nous allons mener le combat, il sera impitoyable” It’s just more left wing drivel, intended to placate you with the sense that something is being done or soon will be. I hope that few or none of you are stupid enough to believe him.

Let me tell you what a pitiless war would look like. Firstly, your armed forces would be culled of Moslems, with those in it interned. While this was going on, the police would have the DNA of the attackers analyzed. While the analysis was taking place the now culled armed forced, not least to include the Gendarmerie, would be surrounding the banlieus that contain the most Moslems. It would be announced that any Moslem found outside his or her home after dark, or more than 400 meters from it during the day, would be subject to summary execution. As wire was emplaced around one banlieu, thereby freeing up some troops, others would be encircled. Their orders would be to shoot anyone trying to leave though anyone would be allowed to enter. Food and water would be shut off. Then one by one you would go through the banliues, taking samples from everyone. Anyone whose DNA indicated they were related the attackers, male or female, old or newborn babe, would be killed on the spot. Then you would burn the mosques. You might potentially not kill the genetically implicated on the spot, but herd them into the mosques before you burn them. If you could identify one banlieu, or perhaps two or three, from which the bulk of the attackers originated or which provided the most non-combatant support, you would turn it into a modern Lidice or Ourador sur Glane.

After that you would start processing the survivors for deportation, which deportation would be utterly pitiless, far worse than our “Trail of Tears,” and more like the Bataan Death March. Finally, assuming you were reasonably satisfied that ISIS / DAESH was behind this, you would use several of your not especially small number of nuclear weapons to destroy several of their strongholds and keep doing so until you ran out of nukes or targets.

That is pitiless war. You’re not going to do it. Your president knows he’s not going to order it. He’s lying to you. You know he’s lying to you. Why do you put up with it? Because it sounds somewhat elegant, so long as you know there’s no reality to it?

So what could you do that might be a little less “pitiless” than that. Well, there’s the following:

1. Seal your borders and your seas. I don’t mean turn away boats carrying refugees, for them to try some other course later on; I mean sink them, destroy the lifeboats, machine gun the survivors, and dynamite the floating bodies. I mean shoot people trying to storm access control points and border fences. No, don’t worry about massive genocide; once you demonstrate that kind of resolve they’ll stop coming. Note, too, that when you seal your borders, the rest of Europe will have to as well, since they won’t be able to deal with the numbers. Ignore a self-righteous and smug Germany or England if they’re hiding behind your walls.
2. Make a list of ten thousand, for a nice round number, prominent and radical imams and other Moslems. Round them up. Publish the first two thousand names. Shoot or hang or guillotine the top sixteen hundred, or whatever number is needed to make it ten for every one killed yesterday. Make it clear that it will become one hundred for one with the next attack or set of attacks, even as you round up another ten thousand. Should the UN try to censure you for violation of the Hostages Convention:
• Remind them you never ratified it;
• Announce your withdrawal of your accession;
• Tell them to kiss your Gallic posterior; and
• Veto it for good measure.
3. Still identify the most guilty banlieu or two and make examples of them. Without going full Einsatzgruppe on them, deport everyone in them. Rejoice at any resistance since it will give you an excuse for something much more frightful.

But you’re not going to do that either.

One of the big, insuperable by any civilized means, problems you have is that your enemy is motivated primarily by, and cares primarily for, his faith and his blood. Give that enemy his due, he is sincere and he is by no means, as an individual, a coward. You cannot deter him by what you threaten against him; you can only deter him by threatening, credibly threatening, his faith and his family. And you won’t do the least portion of that either.

Unfortunately, below that level what is left is a bunch of ineffectual feelgoodism, the kind of nonsense Hollande surely has in mind when he lies about being “pitiless.” Oh, I suppose there’ll be an idiotically ineffectual march, perhaps a bunch of Solidarité….oops, Amazon already beat me to that one…perhaps a new ribbon to wear, some candlelight vigils. “Pitiless” will mean giveaways and “outreach” and accommodation to the rules of Islam. It’s not going to work; it never works; accommodation to the rules of Islam only leads to the rule of Islam This leads to two possibilities, going to one of the regimes mentioned above, possibly too late, or surrender to dhimmitude.

It’s entirely laughable, is it not? I’d laugh, too, except that we’re every bit as idiotic over here…which is a part, but not the whole, of why you can’t look to us for help. This is the kind of problem we’ve already demonstrated that we’re useless at. We cannot help you; you must sink or swim on your own. Yes, even if you were the midwife who, in more senses than one, delivered us. We cannot help you however desperately we wanted to. You must save yourselves.

Unfortunately, in the world we live in, rather than the one we might like to live in, at this point saving yourselves probably means dispensing with pity. Sad, I agree, but you didn’t make the world. Neither did I. The world we live in, the world which will have no place for pity, was made by the kinds of people who come from Sciences Po, who formed the EU, who succor the UN, who have elegant sounding theories, but neither wisdom nor genuine intelligence.