Nine generations, 227 years, ago, in 1789, the values of ‘Foi, Roi et Loi’, Faith, King and Law, the French equivalent of the English ‘Altar, Throne and Cottage’ and the Russian ‘Orthodoxy, Sovereignty and the People’, were overturned. They were toppled by a blood-soaked, anti-Christian Revolution, rejecting faith, king and law, that led to a generation of Europewide death, the appearance of the devilish Napoleon and well over two million victims. This was only partly checked when Christian troops came from victorious Russia, sent by God, to liberate Paris in 1814 and sing ‘Christ is Risen’ on its main square, so reminding Parisians of all that they had so tragically lost.

Nevertheless, the basest evils in the brilliant national genius of France, created by the diversity of its geography, once emerged from the restraints of religion by the demons of Revolution, had surfaced. The elegance of faith, royal good taste and the justice of the law were more and more replaced by the now unbridled national weaknesses, the unliberty of self-admiring hedonism, the inequality of inward-looking narcissism and the unfraternity of ever-irritable vanity. Ever since its recent great champion and defender, De Gaulle, was removed by France’s enemies, the unprincipled and will-less country, become a German colony, has been humiliated.

France’s once great historic cities, encircled by self-imposed, millions-strong, Muslim ghettoes, are subject to unspeakable murderous attacks, its narcissistic Republican political elite, all faith lost, out of touch with the people, is blinded, enfeebled and consumed by ambition, inbreeding and corruption. The French traditions and values of foi, roi and loi are nostalgically conserved only by the noble few. It will now take a leader of heroic statue to inspire the French masses to ascetic self-sacrifice, overcoming their captivity to consumerist hedonism, and delivering la Belle France from its self-seeking and pleasure-seeking at the bottom of the pit of self-destruction.

In renouncing Christ, France is essentially no different from the other countries of unfree, post-modern Europe. The English have their vices of snobbery, hypocrisy and amoral compromise in everything, the Germans have their vices of arrogance, narrowness and setting inhuman plans and systems above humanity. The other Europeans each have their own innate vices that have also developed tenfold under the unbridled licence of post-modernism. Modernism said, forget the past and believe in utopia, the Brave New World. In 1945, blinded by the light of Hiroshima, post-modernism rightly said that there is no Brave New World, only dystopia, despair and cynicism.

We say that there is an alternative. To the now rootless peoples of Europe who have cast aside their past identities and dress in American clothes and speak in American fashion, we ask: What is your stronger desire? For suicide or for life? If suicide, then you only need continue on the path that you have chosen with your European Union. If life, then you must turn again, back to your identities in your first millennium roots, from which you have been cutting yourself off for a thousand years, with the result that the once great tree of Western Europe is now dying, your roots all unwatered, your branches all withering, your autumnal leaves all falling. Quo vadis, Europa?

France, 15 July 2016