Italian author Oriana Fallaci died of cancer after a full, eventful, and interesting life at age 76 on Friday. She has been one of the leading voices speaking out against the rising threat of Islamofascist terrorism of our time, and she will be sorely missed. Anyone who has received death threats, who has been put on trial for "defaming Islam", and who reduced former Secretary of State Kissinger to a quivering pile of mush in a single interview is alright in my book. Emperor Misha wrote a worthy tribute, so it's reposted here. For another stirring tribute, check out the link below to Michael Ledeen's remembrance of a great woman, someone definitely worthy of respect and emulation. Godspeed Oriana and thank you for your wisdom and insight, go on in peace to your eternal reward, for it is well deserved, and as the Emperor says, we will indeed take it from here...
Oriana Fallaci Dies at 76
"…and a guiding light in the fight against Islamic Fascism and the creeping conquest of the West goes out. I first learned about her shortly after 9/11, when her book "The Rage and the Pride" came out, a book that no home should be without a copy of.
Oriana was a kindred spirit, somebody who understood that, in order to have any hope of defeating an enemy, you must first acknowledge its existence and realize the true nature of it, without excuses, squeamishness and the cowardly unwillingness to face reality that the modern West has become infamous for.
And she did.
As was to be expected, she was met with vilification and hatred rather than intelligent arguments. She was accused of inciting hatred against Islam and was even dragged into court. France, in the best traditions of fascism, tried to have her books banned even as Paris was burning, set alight by members of the "Religion of Peace" that they would accept no criticism of.
In an irony that I'm sure wasn't lost on Oriana, the politically correct cowards of what she called "Eurabia", in their desperate attempts to fascistically oppress her dissent, proved every single one of her points about them: that what was once a proud civilization had degenerated into a spineless caricature of itself, busy whoring itself out to whoever might come asking.
Mercifully, she passed on before she could witness the final Islamization of the country and continent that she loved, but I'm sure that she hoped, right up to the last minute, that somehow the seemingly inevitable fate of Eurabia and the world could be avoided. Our job now is to make sure that her hopes were not in vain.
Pick up the torch that has fallen from her hands and carry the light of truth forward. Refuse, like Oriana did, to ever let your language be castrated by politically correct shibboleths.
Describe the world as it is, rather than how the gutless weasels that we call "leaders" would like for it to be. The one sure way to get run over by an oncoming freight train is to be caught looking in the wrong direction.
Rest in peace, Oriana. We'll take it from here."