Danish police on highest threat level ever

No parent wishes that their children should grow up in a world where they pass armed soldiers on their way to school, but this just became the new reality in France and Belgium. With the current threat level, which is increasing almost daily, this might very well become the “new normal” in many countries throughout the West.

Translated from JP:

“Last week’s terrorist attacks in Paris, where 17 people were killed, and this week’s anti-terrorist sweeps in Belgium against a bunch of terrorists who had grandiose and imminent plans to kill police officers on the street, has made the Danish police increase its threat level.

In Belgium, the security level was raised from two to three on a scale of four. Denmark has a similar scale, where the police have now raised the national threat level to step two on a scale with five levels.

Police have thus raised alert level from step one, called “daily preparedness”, to step two, which is called “slightly elevated preparedness,” says Allan Nyring, police inspector at the National Response Center in the National Police.

“This is the first time ever that we go to this level of preparedness.”

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  1. How has any European country benefited by opening it’s borders to non-Europeans? Do they make Europe a safer place to live? Have they made Europe great? Are they good for tourism? Do they bring anything positive to Europe? Do they respect the citizens of Europe and the customs? Do they support themselves without burdening the tax payers? Do they love Europe or what they can get from her?

    Do they victimize the European people in large proportions to their small numbers? Wouldn’t crimes against the European people foreshadow their true intentions? Do they trash up the areas they inhabit in Europe? If they victimize the host country’s people and trash up their land after they have been given a new start at life, wouldn’t that be like a direct “screw you”? Do they demand you to change your ways and customs so they can tolerate you? Do they respect the peoples government? Your family? Your people? Your culture?

    If they are guilty of three of these questions then It would be safe to say they should not be in Europe. There is more harm than good for Europe and her people.

    If a European country don’t let the hoards flood their land they are called “racist” and “Nazis” if they let them in, their country will be torn apart. Which one is easier to live with? Which one does the most damage? Which choice is beneficial to the European country and it’s people? Wake up before it’s too late.

  2. Hello there…….its me again…….Don Laird

    Its funny, whenever you hear a Muslim talk about Islam the thing that strikes one the hardest, for those with insight into Islam and the truth of the same, is the contrast between reality and the stunning lies that fall out of their mouths.

    In spite of overwhelming evidence to the contrary Muslims call their political ideology, Islam, a religion.

    In spite of overwhelming evidence to the contrary Muslims tell us of their love for the weakest amongst their own, and from the death and madness that reflects from that murderously obscene departure from the truth can be found another grotesque reflection, as through their clenched teeth, they hiss of their “love” for non-Muslims.

    Those Muslim lies, that poisonous black-hearted Muslim reality is, more often than not, reflected on those who bear the greatest burden of the poison of Islam, reflected on the faces of Muslim children.

    These faces, some as yet unstained with the harsh reality of Islam, reflect trust, love, mirth, wonder, expectation and the simplicity and joy of childhood. Unfortunately they will not remain this way for long, for in their future awaits a predator of the human soul, awaits the grotesque, awaits the mind numbing, awaits the hateful and the disfiguring, in their future awaits the love of Muhammad.

    These are the faces of children, unsuspecting and oblivious, children who will meet the purest manifestation of poison, of sickness and of evil…..these are the children who will meet Islam.

    These are the faces of little girls who will spend their childhoods learning that they are worth less than domestic livestock.

    These are the faces of little girls who will learn that for a bodily function as normal as a heartbeat, their menstruation, they are the most vile, loathsome filth on the planet, reviled by even God himself.

    These are the faces of little girls who will lead lives of grinding poverty and servitude, lives completely devoid of one shred of joy, lives in which laughter is little more than a distant echo……a taunting echo reminding them of innocence lost.

    These are the faces of little girls that, for the heinous crime of seeking the joys and wondrous enlightenment of education, will melt and burn as they are splashed with acid.

    These are the faces of little girls who, stunned and bewildered, will pack their meager belongings and be sent off to join the owners their parents sold them to.

    These are the faces of little girls who, at tender prepubescent ages will, in accordance with the dictates of the mass murdering pedophile Muhammad, be married off to men in their 50’s and 60’s……where on their “wedding night”, miles from their villages, their screams will shatter the night air as they are violently sodomized and raped by grunting, drooling Muslim husbands.

    These are the faces, the bright shining faces of little girls who, as Muslim wives, leading lives of quiet desperation, will, for the crime of lacking in domestic skill or failing to bend over and hike their skirts fast enough for the Muslim master of the house, will be dragged outside, held down and have their ears and noses sliced off with a knife.

    These are the faces of little girls, little girls who had the misfortune of being born female in the world of Muslims, and they will pay for that mistake by running, from cradle to grave, a gauntlet of violence, misery, brutality, indifference, servitude, grovelling deference, illiteracy, malnutrition and premature death…..in other words….they will live their lives according to the sadistic will of Muhammad.

    These are the faces of little girls, little girls who will grow into women, and as
    women will, wrapped in suffocating cloth and scurrying like frightened mice from crevice to darkened alleyway, live lives as little more than life-support systems for vaginas and wombs, wombs become little more than arms factories.

    These are the faces of little girls, little girls who, having no place left to turn, having nothing left to give, having no spot on their bodies unbruised by the love of Islam, little girls who will douse themselves with gasoline and self-immolate and, if they are lucky, will die…..and if not, as reflected in hospitals across the Muslim world, will spend their last earthly moments in tortuous agony, praying every moment for the merciful release that is their death.

    These are the faces of little boys, little boys who will be taught that their sisters and mothers are little more than human garbage.

    These are the faces of little boys who, burying their faces in pillows and covering their ears, will still hear the crunch as the fists of Muslim fathers meets the flesh of their mothers faces, as Muhammad’s law is dispensed.

    These are the faces of little boys who will bear witness to their fathers and brothers as they mutilate the bodies and faces of their sisters and mothers.

    These are the faces of little boys who, through forced mind numbing repetitive recitation, will spend their days and nights being poisoned by the sickness of the madman Muhammad as reflected in the netherworld lunacy of the Koran.

    These are the faces of little boys that will reflect confusion as they are told to dress in women’s clothing and dance an erotic Bacha Bazi dance for the pleasure of leering Muslim pedophiles, for the pleasure of Muhammad and his men.

    These are the faces of little boys, faces that will contort in agony and beg deliverance as they are treated to a post-dance evening of rape, forced oral sex and sodomy as they are passed from Muslim man to Muslim man.

    These are the faces of little boys, faces of little boys that will render pink with their mother’s arterial spray as her head is removed for the convenient contrivance of crime of adultery or blasphemy.

    These are the faces of little boys who, with rumbling tummies, will be told the blackest of lies, will be told fabrications by the quintessential pimps of madness and hate; conniving mullahs and imams, truly, the blackest of liars to ever walk the face of the earth.

    These are the faces of little boys who will be told that a better life awaits them after death, a life of riches, a life of plenty and ease, a life filled with fawning virgins and sumptuous feasts, all at their leisure and simply for their pleasure…..if only……if only…….they will perform this one small favour for Allah.

    These are the faces of little boys that will be beaded with sweat as, their nervous fingers fumbling, they close the locks and hasps of the explosive vest placed on them with expertise by their own fathers and mothers…….all under the approving gaze of the leering reptiles; mullahs and imams.

    These are the faces of little boys, little boys beguiled with the hypnotic and soothing reassurances, little boys who will wander through the marketplace, the moment of their death, a cell phone, a cell phone held in the grasping hands of mullahs and imams.

    These are the faces of little boys, faces that will, in a deafening roar, in a blinding flash of light, in the sweetest agony of a life taking shower of glass and razor sharp shrapnel, as that number is dialed on the cell phone……simply evaporate, borne away on a river of blood and despair……borne away on a cowardly, murderous lie.

    These are the children of Islam……..children who never had a chance.

    I had a thought…….if I could grab every one of these kids…….sweep them up in my arms and dash them off to safety……ahhhhh what the hell……it was just a thought.

    Ladies and Gentlemen…..there is no joy in the world tonight………for the love of Islam stalks the streets and alleyways.

    Food for thought, catalyst for action.

    Regards, Don Laird
    Dogtown Bastard
    Alberta, Canada

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