The Joy of Curmudgeonry – Idemeneo and the Poltroons

In other words, before the Mohammedans have even had the time to whet their knives or sharpen their damnations, the poltroons of the West are grovelling for their pardon. No specific threat is required.

If we were dudes, we’d be telling the Germans, “Dude, you’re so whipped.” But the dude would still be married, wouldn’t he? Thus: permanently whipped. A lesser man. A second class citizen in his own house. A castrated shadow of his former self. Etc.