The same John Oliver who assured us last month that the Middle Eastern migrants could not possibly have terrorists among them had this to say to the Paris killers.
Because go ahead, bring your bankrupt ideology; they’ll bring Jean-Paul Sartre, Edith Piaf, fine wine, Gauloises cigarettes, Camus, Camembert, madeleines, macarons, Marcel Proust, and the fucking croque-en-bouche. The croque-en-bouche! You’ve just brought a philosophy of rigorous self-abnegation to a pastry fight, my friends! You are fucked! That [croque-en-bouche] is a French freedom tower!”
Mr Oliver is materially wrong: the Islamic terrorists are not “bringing a philosophy of rigorous self-abnegation to a pastry fight”, they are bringing guns and suicide vests to a pastry fight.
People from the fashionable center-left, the kind of people who might enjoy watching John Oliver’s smug rants, often invite religious believers like me to join the reality based community. Then they go ahead and recommend countering guns and suicide vests with croque-en-bouche and existentialist philosophy.
Maybe they do that because they know, deep down, that they don’t have the courage to fight a shooting war? Or that they don’t have the political will to, at minimum, screen migrants, control borders, and police suspects? Have they accepted, deep down, that Paris is now the West Bank, and that this is the new normal that their politicians have foisted on them? If that is the case, the terrorists have already won.
Oliver’s rant is not intelligent or sophisticated. It is bizarre and deeply, deeply deluded.