Sunday, May 10, 2009

The Two Faces of Cologne

This was the face of Pro-Köln during yesterday’s Anti-Islamization Congress in Cologne:

Cologne 2009 #1

There’s more at Tundra Tabloids (the original source for the photo is Politically Incorrect).

And thanks to AMDG for this representative photo of the face of the other side:

Cologne 2009 #2

Observe the variant of the Soviet flag, in which the hammer is replaced with a rifle.

I wasn’t familiar with TiKB, so I looked it up. It’s the Türkiye Ihtilalci Komünistler Birligi (TIKB), or the Revolutionary Communists Union of Turkey. There’s not much about it on the web in English — this Wikipedia entry is in Turkish.
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So that’s the strategic alliance opposing Pro-Köln: “anti-fascist” anarchists, hard core communists, Greens, and Muslims.

Cologne 2009 #3And what about the fanatical “racist neo-Nazis” of Pro-Köln? Where were their swastikas and jackboots?

I suppose they’re just being subtle and crafty, pretending to be ordinary citizens who want to preserve the norms and traditions of all Germans. They’re hiding their true designs behind a guise of reasonableness, but only until they gain power.

Then the mask will be off, and it will be “Jews to the gas” time all over again.

Oh, wait a minute. That’s a Hamas slogan. What was I thinking?

The European Left has no problem with Hamas. The “anti-fascists” and communists form a huge cheering section for these fellows:


They’re not hiding anything. These guys are out in the open with their stiff-armed salutes.

Heil Allah!


Zenster said...

The Two Faces of Cologne .

Two faces indeed.

All of us are familiar with Cologne's most favorable side. Fragrant springtime floral aromas wafting through the air with hints of the cheery and salubrious atmosphere that shouts in its olfactory way, "Rejoice, I am the harbinger of desirable things!"

Then there is the dark side of Cologne: A noxious, seething and roiling odiferous miasma that stuns the senses and encourages warding gestures similar to those of people being assailed by vampires. Trapped in elevators or restrictive office cubicles, the hapless victims of these thoughtless bastards are forced to wonder if the flipping sod took a bath in his Old Spice, Hugo Boss, Davidoff, Karl Lagerfeld or Ralph Lauren brand of whatever reeking abomination.

Little do they care, slathering on the crap like hair conditioner each morning before assaulting us in confined spaces as if they were some daft breed of perverted nasal molestors, then setting off to their private luncheon clubs, ordering their mango infused prawn salad in a white balsamic marinade served by prinking out-of-work-actor waiters who cringe and slobber over you like senescent lap dogs in their attempts to have you read their well-thumbed manuscripts that have been turned down by every last studio agent from Wilshire Boulevard to the filthiest rabbit warrens of Mumbai, and the bleeding Watney's Red Barrel! Then there's the German tourists, always barging into the queues and complaining about the food ... ooh its SO greasy isn't it. You get cornered by some drunken greengrocer from Luton with an Instamatic camera and Dr Scholl sandals and last Tuesday's Daily Express and he drones on and on and on about how Mr. Smith should be running this country, and how many languages Enoch Powell can speak and then he throws up all over the Cuba Libres. Then sending tiddly postcards of places they don't realise they haven't even visited.... to all at number 22, weather wonderful, food very greasy, but we have managed to find this tiny little place hidden away in the back streets where you can buy Cheese and Onion crisps and Watney's Red Barrel. And spending four days on the tarmac at Luton airport on a five day package tour with nothing to eat but dried BEA type sandwiches and you can't even get a glass of Watney's Red Barrel cos you're still in England and the bloody bar closes every time you're thirsty. And the kids are crying and vomiting and breaking the plastic ashtrays and they keep telling you it'll only be another hour although you know damn well your plane is still in Iceland and it has to come back and take a packet of Swedes to Yugoslavia before it can come back and load you up at 3:00am in the morning. And then you sit on the tarmac for another four hours because of 'unforeseen difficulties', i.e., the permanent strike of Air Traffic Control; and the bleeding Watney’s Red Barrel …

AMDG said...

Thanks for the link. I did not investigate what TIKB stands for. Amazing.

The flag still has the sickle, but this is of course a very minor issue.

Czechmade said...

TIKB is hilarious. Simply try to combine all totalitarian attributes available in your shitty universe and you get a lot of happy followers.

That might be the message.

JO said...

I am visiting Cologne myself next month,a nd am very interested and scared at the same time of Islam's colonization of Europe.
I am from the United Kingdom, so therefore know exactly what it is like to lose your country to it. The fact that I can no longer speak my mind without being called a Nazi (ironic, seeing as I have Jewish family) is disgusting. I fully support your blog, and your anti-left, anti-Communist and anti-socialist views.

Good work.