Je Suis Charlie

14 September 2025

During the terrorist attacks on employees in the offices of the weekly magazine, Charlie Hebdo, on 7 January 2015 by two French-born Algerian Muslim brothers, who left 12 dead in their “Allahu Akbar!” wake; and the subsequent flight north of Paris by those Islamic terrorists, and the hostage-taking and murders of four Jewish hostages in a kosher supermarket, from 7-9 January:

The State of France was in a state of siege from within.

French President François Hollande (2012-2017), the socialist-atheist bureaucrat who was promoted wayyyy behind his competence, he effectively surrendered the French people to the terrorists.  In the spring of 2017, the new kid on the Paris block, the soy-boy Rothschild banker with the very Gallic-looking nose and face, rode into the Élysée Palace on the bigoted tidal wave of:

“I’m not a Fascist or a Nazi, but Marine le Pen is.”

Macron also told the French people during that weird election to get used to having terrorist attacks.  He sure as heck wasn’t gonna do anything about them.

How does any civilized individual counter racist charges and evasions of reality with anything but the truth???

The truth, we’ve just learned, is not easily accepted by all people.

There was a time when truth could be debated, and, through that debate, many other truths arose.  I used to watch William F. Buckley debate Gore Vidal, and verbally shred him.  Mr. Buckley, however, enjoyed sniffing his rarefied intellectual air through that overly educated nose.  I won’t say that Bill was a snob, but he did lack the common touch.

The common touch, and common sense, that je-ne-sais-quoi magic that dared to share his love of discovering the truth with others:  that’s the peril that Charlie Kirk faced daily, and hourly, in the face of The Enemy Within.

That phrase, coined by the composer of Common Sense, is as old as America, perhaps older.  (I don’t believe that Thomas Paine cribbed that term.)  Charlie Kirk was the Nice Version of resolutely speaking the truth.  What happens next is anyone’s guess, but the patriots of this nation, and others, aren’t shutting up.

God is on our side.

During those three chaotic days of internal French terror, from 7-9 January 2015, I found myself in a unique situation of trying to digitally correspond with two women in France, one living in Prades, the other in Lille.  During the summer and autumn of 2014, I became acquainted with these women through my writer-self.  It was, however, my personal self that would profoundly seal our friendships over the course of the next few years.

The Frenchwoman in Lille had tried, with great frustration, during three days in early January 2015, to download these two books of the four that, up to that point in time, I’d e-published: the 2 volumes of THE DAWN, and THE GHOST.  She finally succeeded in her purchase of the digital files, and started right in on reading THE GHOST. 

That novel uniquely touched her. She sent quotes to me from the first few pages, with some questions, and I responded as best I could, without giving away the plot.

I tried to email her during those terror attacks, and discovered that her end of the internet wasn’t operational. In fact, she later informed me that her downloads of my novels, along with the entire digital contents of her online shop had vanished.

POOF!

 “Not too sure what’s going on there,” she wrote to me.

 “I am,” I replied, and said nothing more of that truth.

My other friend, in Prades, had just walked past the offices of Charlie Hebdo a few days before the attacks.  She’d been required by L’État, the State of France, to renew her passport.

“One passport office in all of France,” she informed me.  “And it’s in Paris.”

The terrorism threat within la France was being handled in the Vichy way:  subjugate, oppress and harass the Citizens, cause the Idiots-in-Charge don’t have a clue as to where to locate the Barbarians.

“The Chinese Fire Drill,” as she put it, was hilariously and tragically ongoing from 7-9 January.  Her three children held no doubts that this attack on the employees of this satirical French magazine had been an Inside Job; but she refused to believe the possibility of that truth.

The younger generations of France have much in common with what I call the Children of 9/11.

The Children of 9/11.  The Generation of COVID Lockdowns.  The Rising Tide of Patriots.  The Surge of Spiritual Seekers of the Truth.  The Silent Majority.

Call them what you will. We are all Charlie.

Et moi, je suis Charlie aussi.