Ever since the first World Trade Center attack in 1993, the Posse has believed that worse was yet to come. We looked about us at the complacency and prosperity of the 1990s, the utter fatuousness of the political debate and the pathetic nonchalance of the Clinton administration and we knew that even though we rested, our enemies did not.
On that bright clear September morning in 2001, when the world stood rooted in place and gazing with astonishment - and joy for some, horror for others - one of our coworkers remarked that our prediction had come true.
Since that day, we have sometimes had the sensation - a strange feeling, starting at the base of the skull and spreading around the back of our head - that the Abyss was only a few steps away.
This notion doesn't come often. Since the reelection of George W. Bush, elections in Iraq and success in Afghanistan, the fits (if you will) have become less common.
Still, every now and then we feel a cold touch on the heart and it seems as though our hair is standing up because we sense that the Abyss - that place of darkness that threatens to consume all light and civilization - is very real and very close.
The anti-war movement denies that it exists, but it does. For centuries it dominated the world with wars, feuds and death.
It has been banished in our small corner only for a half century, and most have already forgotten about it.
The creeping feeling of doom returned.
The Abyss is close.
The Posse does not believe that Europe will surrender to Islamofascism. Some parts, perhaps, but not all.
We have no better words to describe it than to say it is a vision: A vision of camps, genocides and a return to 1930s militarism. Europe possesses the resources and the technology, it needs only the will. Backed into a corner, under siege from within and without, the Posse can easily see the chanting, anti-American "peace activist" masses returning to the homicidal militarism of their past.
To us, Germany's protestations of pacifism are nothing more than a reformed alcoholic staying away from demon rum. One sip is all it takes to fall of the wagon. The successors of Charles the Hammer and Don John of Austria will not easily succumb to the Islamic tide.
There. The moment has passed. The Abyss recedes.
Back to sleep.