3 March 2001
In my previous message, found below, the reader will notice that even the N.S. people relied upon documents, and general knowledge, in order to determine who was jew. I am not singling out jews at this point, for what I say is applicable to anyone of mixed race and "jew" should be understood in this context. The premiss in Nazi Germany was that papers and such had already determined "jew". One of the major weaknesses in certain respects of the analytical mind is that it relies heavily upon material which is not gathered by one's marvelous senses. We see this today where young people are "educated" to such an extent that they can no longer recognize dangers, and differences, which are plainly evident to the ignorant. Here again I make the distinction between ignorance – the lack of knowledge – and stupidity – the lack of intelligence. Ignorance can be cured. Stupidity cannot. Once the mind is divorced from the senses, it then free to do well in the area of abstract written concoctions know as tests and exams. Doing well on these then confers upon the scribbler the status of being "smart". We except this nonsense as we accept many patently ridiculous religious notions on faith alone and often in spite of massive evidence to the contrary.

There are several racial markers which give guidance as to one's biology such as skin color, eye color, hair texture, and so on, but very often some attributes are buried deep within as recessive characteristics. To get some grasp of this problem, one only needs to read what the "racists" have to say about the topic. None offer much more than did the Nazis, for all rely upon superficialities, paperwork and accepted notions. By blood, the actors Martin and Charlie Sheen are mestizos but the blightwing and the general population for that matter, accept them as white folks. An old friend of mine considers himself about as white as white can be. He punctuates this with complaints about niggers, spics, chinks, and on and on, but if one bothered to check his ancestry, he would find an Injun in the woodpile. You can see it in his face and hair if you focus enough. Unlike most of my family, I do not have blue eyes. This, in my view, is evidence of some non-white blood in my family tree. I don't lose sleep over this because I am what I am and that's all I have to work with. I often wished I had blue eyes but I envy no one who has them and I certainly will mount no crusade in this regard.

Biology governs behavior. Cheetahs do not act like lions. The Homo genus, due perhaps to a joke played by the gods, have the ability to imitate to an astounding degree. In this land, we daily see black people behaving as if they were white. In their own groups the language and behavior changes drastically, thus proving the point. Chimps can be trained to ride bicycles and smoke cigars but these are simply acts which should not be interpreted as indicating that they are "one of us". The dilemma is that behavior follows from two sources, the innate biological one and the imposed superficiality of imitation. No one can avoid their biology and pretense is a difficult load to carry for any period. Thus, if we are observant and patient enough, the "act" will soon enough reveal itself for the monkey's circus ends the moment someone tosses peanuts on the stage. My father reminded us that we should pay particular attention to the way our friends behaved towards others, particularly their parents and grandparents for that was a better indicator of their character than how they behaved toward us. A young foolish girl confided to me, while I was still teaching, that she was aware that her boy friend was disrespectful to his mother and lies to his parents, siblings and teachers, but, as she explained, "He tells me the truth because he loves me."  At one time, I had great faith in a certain blightwing 'leader'. I offered my meager talents and my even more meager financial support. As the days added, I gradually withdrew from his company not because of anything personal, for he always treated me well, but because of the way he treated other people.

We should not expend great energies in this "race" business even though it is of paramount importance. It is real and most of us are white to one degree or the other and ascertaining that degree can only be diversionary to our disadvantage. Watch behavior and watch it closely, and patiently. Play acting simply cannot override biology for extended periods. There will be "slip ups", and you should be alert enough to notice them. Connie once told me she loved me. I took the attitude of "we'll see". Within eight weeks, she found someone else to "love". I never handicap my mind by getting intimate with women as a result of such comments nor my own primal desire to "sow my wild oats". I never dive into any lake without knowing the lay of its bottom. An ounce of prevention is always worth six tons of cure, perhaps even more.

We all know the feeling of something half remembered and always we should listen to that inner voice when it comes to association. Never allow "book learnin'" to interfere with your instincts for instincts are geared to survival while ZOG's system of indoctrination and propaganda is geared to insure the demise of white people all over the planet. They cannot alter our biology but they can screw with our minds – if we let them.

As white folks, we need apologize for nothing for we have given, and sadly are still giving, sustenance and care to those not of our race which their own biology forever forbids them. As white folks, we have a right to have communities of our own and a right to determine the course of that community. We are the rightful heirs of 1776 and not the mud hordes which are submerging this once great white nation with their hideous and diseased predatory 'diversity' at the behest of a government which IS NOT the rightful heir of our war of independence. We are denied community and we know it. This fact alone should inform all but the dead, that we are the target of something very evil – very evil.

Where in the book of fates is it written that white people are born as slaves? Where is it written that it is our obligation to feed those not of our kind – kin, nation? Where is it written that we owe something to others who apparently owe nothing to us? Where is this written, white man?
The White race is on the way out at the present time but its extinction is not inevitable. The more one's family tree contains non-Whites, the less White a person is. This is where the danger lies as White genes get submerged in a biological mishmash which history has demonstrated to be not capable of rising above what they descended to.

Our efforts consist of (1) ending race mixing which includes Whites (we don't care what the others choose to do) and (2) develop practices which lead to the extraction of the White components in more concentrated form. This is future orientated and obviously means little to those who care not about the quality of their offspring or the future of much of anything.

Aluminum, one of the earth's most abundant elements, is not found in a metallic state in nature. It has long since "race mixed" with other elements to form a variety of compounds one of which is the very common bauxite. Think a bit about all of our present uses for aluminum and then imagine a world without it. The separation of aluminum from the others elements was a White achievement as is nearly everything we choose to call technology or scientific. Without the White man there would not now be metallic aluminum since the others races have revealed absolutely no evidence to indicate that they could, or ever would, perform such an astounding feat. Think about a world without Whitey and his inventions and products. What you'll envision is a gigantic Third World which even its denizens flee at the first opportunity. The White component of our Homo genus deserves to be perpetuated.

In this cosmic struggle, who shall be our soldiers? For one-half of a century the blightwing has bickered over who is White and who is not as it that were the alpha and omega of the struggle. It is not, but if one cannot bring himself to know that "White" does exist, he might as well return to his beer can and boob tube. In previous essays I have described what White means but this should not be taken to mean that it is an item of exclusion. It is not and I did not intend that it should. There are many, many people who lie somewhere between biological groups and we need some guidance as to what extent those of mixed blood should join the battle on our side. Keep in mind that any effort to save the endangered cheetah does not impose 100 percent cheetah blood upon its supporters. Indeed, many of mixed blood do see the necessity of maintaining efforts of this kind. National Socialism in Germany had many jewish supporters and Herr Hitler never said "We are the master race," as the Hollywood Spike Jones musical nonsense of that time claimed. The future orientated Hitler wanted to improve the biological, as well as economic, condition of his people and he fully recognized the extent of jewish blood in Germany. Let me refer you to an item, in this regard, which is on this site:

 "The lot of such persons, who stand between two essentially different races, is especially difficult and has been the subject of much discussion. To solve the question it was necessary to make far-reaching concessions. These consisted in laying down the rule that all those who have less than three Jewish grandparents and do not declare their allegiance to the Jewish people should not count as Jews and should be allowed under certain circumstances to be absorbed into the German nation. Only those subjects who are descended from three or four Jewish grandparents count as Jews. Subjects who have two Jewish grandparents can get the permission to marry persons of German blood. They and the subject who only has one Jewish grandparent may in future be absorbed into the German body politic under certain conditions."

The above is from F.A.E.M.:  /letters/j1020.htm
The reader can decide if this represents foaming-at-the-mouth racism as the ZOG distorters would have you believe.

Anyone with eyes to read and a mind to understand will conclude that the policies of N.S. Germany were not some wild variety of rabid anti-Semitism. Once you understand that ZOG has lied to you for over 50 years, and is still doing it, you'll be approaching the light – the truth – which draws all to its brightness. Do we have the temerity to be more restrictive than Adolf Hitler?

Germany essentially had a racial problem which revolved about jews and Germans. Our lost nation is not so fortunate. Our task will be far more difficult and time consuming. As we seek guidelines it perhaps might be wise to follow Herr Hitler's words only using "jew" to represent all of those who do not pass the "lily White" test. Thus, at the present time, no one should feel excluded because he is not blue-eyed, blond and 6 feet tall. Essentially, this will be a measure of character. If you feel that all worthwhile in this world must be in your image, then I am afraid that I will never choose to call you comrade. One can never recognize the sun when he is blinded by his own ego.

Bad news, but not for me. Relatives.
John is old and unstable on his feet. He has Parkinson's and needs to be watched most of the time.
Vera is his wife. Both are 'born agains'.
Vera had to visit the doctor. She left John alone asking Jesus to watch over him.
In the meantime, John fell down a flight of stairs and stayed there for about 1 hour before Vera came home.
He is now in the hospital. I will visit him.

The odd thing is that she apparently leaves him alone frequently and asks Jesus to watch over him.
Falls have happened before and somehow Vera has not connected with the fact that John was not looked after – by anyone.
There are services available for this sort of circumstance, but when you have a friend in Jesus, mortals just do not count.

Now that most of American 'christianity' is for the most part, judaized, we can look for ZOG Inc. to start promoting 'religious values' and its attendant trappings.

Do yourself a favor. When you read, do something more than exercise your eye muscles. Go over the material at least two times and let the message sink in. I found that after the third time reading Lesson #2, White Leadership Academy, I gained an insight and lessened my objections to a few lines. We are all like this. When something confronts us with something which doesn't fit into our preconceived notions, we have a tendency to slam the door on it and declare it bunkum. We are the primary targets of the jews' assault on Western/American civilization and only at the very beginning of our coming White revolution. It's about time you got rid of those earrings, tattoos, beer cans and crotch grabbing tendencies and started thinking about leadership, which will necessarily come from the ranks of those much younger than I.
Food fads, food fads, dear old stupid food fads.

Low fat, no fat and nothin' sweet; adding nicely to the profit sheet.

Hey man. Remember when chocolate was out? Now it's in, anti-oxidants and all. Eggs were once poison but now they're great. Fat was in, now fat is out. Once we were mad to eat starch and now we're glad to eat the same. Left and right, back and forth; up and down and in and out. One wonders what these idiots really have in mind. It was oscillation I know .....

The situation of the White race is desperate but is is not widely perceived as such at this moment. This is not at all unique to history for the Russian Revolution caught the old Bolsheviks by surprise. Lenin was in Zurich writing increasingly arcane books, Trotsky (Bronstein) was making movies in New Jersey and the minor leaders were all scattered abroad starting to settle down.  Stalin was in internal exile for bank robbery.  And virtually all of them were compromised and had been 'turned' as Ohrana double agents and informers. As a long shot I wonder if 'history' isn't making a perverse reverse semi-repetition, this time with Duke in 'exile' in Russia.

Lesson #2, White Leadership Academy, was started from a classic analysis as used to be taught in Sociology at many universities decades ago, combined with my historical studies of several decades. The results were surprising. The inputs and outputs keep coming up the same:  We are already well into the pre-revolutionary period.  History recycles but never the  same.  But if the clock is at all correct concerning the revolutionary anarchist, we're already pretty deep into the pre-revolutionary period. (Taken in part from the remarks of the generous author of our 'lessons'.) 

Many people have wondered why I am so full of hate. I think this is due to the way I was brought up. Mom and dad always saw eye to eye on nearly everything. This blocked my Constitutional right to pit them one against the other. Mom, in retrospect, always had ample warm milk for her infants which deprived me of my right to "scientific" nutrition such as Pabulum and fortified blends of something or the other. I was always allowed to suffer. When I pointed to a scratch on my finger, mom refused to take me to the emergency room at the local hospital. Even the doctors, who at the time lowered themselves to actually making house calls, were unsympathetic. I remember one time I had a strong pain in the right side of my abdomen. Mom told me to lie down on the couch and wait for Dr. Manchester. When he came, he poked here and there before asking mom what I had for dinner. She told him that it was beans mostly and the doctor thumped me again and concluded that when the gas pressure had subsided by way of a generous issuance, so would the pain. How inconsiderate. I could have had intestinal cancer, appendix problems, hernia, bullet wounds and even the heebie jeebies. I could have died in spite of the fact that after a visit to the toilet, I returned to my then increasing hateful nature – without the pain, of course.

My latent artistic talents were suppressed. Not once did mom let me use my crayons on the walls nor paint the cat with lipstick. She insisted that all of us use paper while properly seated at the table. No wonder I never became a Rembrandt! Hell, we were not allowed to talk back to our parents. What sort of freedom of speech was that? Snacks? Here my mom showed her utter ruthlessness in regard to our eating and such. My sis would whisper to me that it would be nice if we had pork chops for dinner. We might hint at it but to demand such would be a very foolish exercise. When it was time to eat, all my mom did was ask us how much, of what was on the table, we would like. Mom was quite hard-headed in this regard. She maintained that if there was food available, no child would voluntarily starve himself. What an outrageous belief! If we didn't want to eat anything, she removed our plates and said that we might be hungrier at the next meal. How inconsiderate of her to not allow nibbling whenever the urge dictated and why was the ice box always off limits?

On occasion, mom and dad would take off by themselves to go fishing. We'd be left at uncle's overnight. Dad always said to his brother, "If they get out of line, you know what to do." Imagine that! My very own father giving other people the right to abuse, torture and mistreat us. My aunt enjoyed our visits and often made cookies for us but hanging over our heads was the terrible specter of being a victim of some adult outburst. I lived those few hours in absolute terror not knowing whether I could throw spaghetti sauce at the walls or not.

My dad loved to travel far north to the pristine lakes where we would live in a tent and eat the fish we caught. We often had these vacations. We'd do other things together but the routine was indelible. Dad would gather us about the table and we'd discuss where and what we'd wanted to do for vacation. After he'd listened to everyone, he'd ponder a bit and then tell us how it was going to be. What sort of democracy was that? I was 8 years old and I had the Constitutional right to have as much say as my father who provided us with all the food, clothes and shelter. Even when it came time to buy a shirt, mom would select a few which "we could afford," as she said. What kind of choice was that? It was I who was going to wear them! Except for Christmas and birthday, I could never buy anything unless it was with money I earned. How damned inconsiderate and selfish. Dad did weaken as I got older. At 13, I wanted a bicycle and he said that for every dollar I earned, he'd give me one. I had a Constitutional right to a bicycle but the oppressive household atmosphere denied me what was rightfully mine without me lifting one finger to help. I was but a slave. Sis even had to wash the dishes!

At one time, we had virtually no food to eat. What did my parents do? Mom tried a different way to serve cornmeal mush and asked us to pretend it was pot roast. Why didn't my dad steal some food for us? No. He just let us wait until he could bring some more potatoes home from his part time job on the farm lands.

My dad demanded that we always be on time for school and strive to never be absent. We were never to interrupt conversations and he never wanted to hear about any disobedience relative to our teachers. What sort of freedom was that?

I was glad when I became an adult. I enlisted in the Navy. Those g.d. officers acted just like my father. No heart. In fact, upon arrival at boot camp, one of them smiled and said, "You are here on your own account. You asked for this and if you aren't satisfied, then you should have spent more time in thinking about what you were about to do."

I respected, admired and loved my father and I did respect those officers over me. It is very rewarding to be a part of a family, or organization, which functioned correctly and efficiently, like the dependable machines of our Western world. However, this demanded certain inner controls from me. I couldn't piss where I wanted; bash who I wanted; steal what I wanted; lie when needed; rape the first skirt which I desired, and so on. Where is my freedom to do what I want, when I want and be immune to the consequences of my actions? The world owes me a living and it has failed to provide it. Between childhood abuse and adult denials, no wonder I am full of hate. You understand that, don't you?

Common remarks: "It's a very good school. It has an excellent drama program." "I hear their basketball team won the regional last year. That's what I call a great school." "They are all for improvements in education. Last year they spent 6 million dollars on a new gymnasium and music rooms."

Sour grapes remark from Dad – In my day, there would never have been such a thing as a Black varsity team. You see, the high schools required at least an 85 in all subjects in order to play sports. Sports was extracurricular and not a part of school time. David S. was a top student and the star of both basketball and football. Handsome and blond, he was a far cry from the simian uglies we now parade about as objects of worship.

White Power 'rap'? How about Black Power 'mozart'? Where do these odd people come from? It's obvious that a whole wad of ostensible Whites have a hard time acting White and if they find it difficult to act White, then one rightly questions whether they think White, or are even think – or are even White, for that matter. If a goat started mooing like a cow and crawling on its back like a snake, would you still think you were looking at a goat?
Theresa was looking for a husband. She probably would have done anything I asked but I wasn't looking for a wife and so I requested nothing. As she was getting ready to accompany me to the local movie house, I sat on her couch cleaning my fingernails with one of those long springy nail file things. She had a pet monkey which crapped anywhere its affirmative action urge directed. The house was somewhat out of the ordinary in aroma even though Theresa was meticulous in cleaning up after her welfare critter. The fuzzy little pest came over to me and parked on my left arm chattering some ghetto dialect directly into my face. If I could understand monkey talk, I probably would have heard some tear jerking story about monkeyism. I tried to chase it away but the little ingrate bit me and yammered louder. I flexed the nail file; lined it up with the critter's nose and let it snap. Monkey Mike issued a loud shriek; leaped into the air and proceeded to demolish whatever it landed upon in its circuitous journey about the room. I thought I was at a rap/rock concert. When the sound of lamps crashing had subsided, Theresa ran into the room asking what happened. I said the monkey probably felt I was guilty of simian-profiling and that his civil rights were violated. The noise – the damage – the smell – here was a microcosm of our lovely American diversity dump. By the way, we both enjoyed the movie.
When one wishes to dispose of
the hated White race, it can be accomplished most readily by simple extermination of the better part, political take over of the remainder and then pick off the dregs at convenient intervals. In view of the massive power of the West, there is no force on earth capable of this. Another way to dispose of a species is by poisoning but the poisoning must not be so abrupt as to awaken that enemy as to what is going on. He just might recover and see the procedure in all of its nakedness. Thus, the enemies of White people adopted a long-term strategy of annihilation by gradual down breeding and many are only too happy to oblige. It's certainly not a matter of wealth and plunder since the enemies of all mankind, and much of the other world, have never been so affluent as they are today. If one is reaping the benefits of the Golden Eggs, then one not need kill the Golden Goose. But the Goose must go for hatred is always blind to practicality.

Sixty years ago, Whites had no desire to breed with Blacks and many states had laws enforcing this. Certainly some did take place as well as men copulating with sheep, and faggots with each other's large intestines. Certain women were known to have trained their dogs to assist in perverted acts. The world has never been pristine in this regard.

Forced integration began in the 1950s and without bayonets and guns, most healthy people naturally separated themselves as does all other life on this planet. Thus, the Black was given special privileges to intrude upon White society and the program to depreciate education began in earnest. Whites were browbeaten to such an extent that many lost their will to resist and stand erect. The 1960s ushered in the "make love – not war" era where the whoopee of hedonist copulation was elevated to an ideal to be achieved. Sex education – as if any animal ever needed instructions – became a part of "learning" and its omnipotence legitimized the rather simple act of indiscriminate orifice stuffing. To keep the diminishing effects of  education from being noticed, the standards were lowered in tandem thus deluding the non-objective into believing that genius was still abundant. Kids copulating with kids became a part of life and with it, the family unit was shattered as well as all responsibily for it is well known that early sexual encounters prevent emotional maturity and ravage the brain as assuredly as any drug. Those who raised their weak voices in protest were drowned with shouts of "intolerance" and so on. Once the fornication barrier was removed, it was free for all time among the young. A Black stud had the same apparatus as a White stud and since copulation was the object, any pole would do and any crevice was equally accommodating.

The racial descent in America is now entering its incipient growth stage but there are several who still oppose it. Although nothing can be done to stop it in a legal sense – since the government is behind it – some do speak out even in the face of growing opposition. The last bastion of White strength still lies within the individual where he can conduct his life in a manner not conducive to racial destruction. Even now, there are financial rewards for race-mixing albeit not expansive, but more will be on their way. A young White fellow might do well to ask himself why he would insert his appendage into the rear of a cow, a Black female, or a plastic crotch lubricated with carboxyl methycellulose gel. How does one justify perversion anyway? 

Someone had better tell the cops that Mr. Genome has now declared that there is no such thing as race. Police critics also look foolish when they render their accusations of "racial profiling". 
Who says all hope is dead? 82 percent of the White students in a 50/50 mixed school played hooky the day a nigger history program was presented in the Whiteville, NC, high school. Their parents wrote out "doctor's appointment" excuse slips for the most part. Interesting name, Whiteville. Are there any Blackvilles around? Those honky kids should be a little more tolerant. After all, it only takes about an hour to present 10,000 years of Black history.
Good Old Days

One evening a son was talking to his father about current events. He asked what he thought about the shootings at schools, the
computer age, and just things in general.

The dad replied, "Well, let me think a minute... I was born before television, penicillin, polio shots, frozen foods, Xerox, contact
lenses, frisbees and the pill.

There was no radar, credit cards, laser beams or ball-point pens. Man had not invented pantyhose, dishwashers, clothes dryers, (clothes were hung out to dry in the fresh air) electric blankets, air conditioners, and he hadn't walked on the moon.

Your Mom and I got married first – and then lived together.

Every family had a father and a mother, and every boy over 14 had a rifle that his dad taught him how to use and respect. And they went hunting and fishing together.

Until I was 25, I called every man older than I, 'Sir' – and after I turned 25, I still called policemen and every man with a title,
'Sir.' Sundays were set aside for going to church as a family, helping those in need, and visiting with family or neighbors. (I miss that most).

We were before, computer-dating, dual careers, daycare centers, and group therapy. Our lives were governed by the Ten Commandments, good judgment, and common sense.

We were taught to know the difference between right and wrong and to stand up and take responsibility for our actions.

Serving your country was a privilege; living here was a bigger privilege.

We thought fast food was what people ate during Lent. Having a meaningful relationship meant getting along with your cousins.
Draft dodgers were people who closed their front doors when the evening breeze started.

Time-sharing meant time the family spent together in the evenings and weekends – not purchasing condominiums. We never heard of FM radios, tape decks, CDs, electric typewriters, yogurt, or guys wearing earrings. We listened to the Big Bands, Jack Benny, and the President's speeches on our radio. And I don't ever remember any kid blowing his brains out listening to Tommy Dorsey.

If you saw anything with 'Made in Japan' on it, it was junk. The term 'making out' referred to how you did on your school  exam.

Pizza Hut, McDonald's, and instant coffee were unheard of. We had 5 & 10-cent stores where you could actually buy things for 5 and 10 cents. Ice cream cones, phone calls, rides on a streetcar, and a Pepsi were all a nickel.

And if you didn't want to splurge, you could spend your nickel on enough stamps to mail 1 letter and 2 postcards.

You could buy a new Chevy Coupe for $600, but who could afford one? Too bad, because gas was 11 cents a gallon.

In my day, 'grass' was mowed, 'coke' was a cold drink, 'pot' was something your mother cooked in, and 'rock music' was your
grandmother's lullaby.

'Aids' were helpers in the Principal's office, 'chip' meant a piece. 'Aids' were helpers in the Principal's office, 'chip' meant a piece of wood, 'hardware' was found in a hardware store, and 'software' wasn't even a word.

And we were the last generation to actually believe that a lady needed a husband to have a baby.

No wonder people call us "old and confused" and say there is a generation gap... and I am only 51 years old.

Author Unknown

Modem medical practice is truly astounding. During my wild days, I bashed around on a Harley 74. One time, while taking a corner at a decent clip, my front wheel encountered gravel which caused the bike to slide over a precipice where I was stopped by a tree before I hit the bottom. I received one hell of a bash. The pain and inconvenience passed after a few days – the bruises took a little longer – and I returned to my exuberant and carefree ways. About two years later, while picking up a heavy object, I collapsed in terrible agony. It was obvious that my cycle injury had left my lower spine damaged to some degree. With this in mind, I babied myself relative to lifting things ever since. Occasionally, this area announces that it is still with me but I suffer no serious debilitation. I had a bad back and that was that.

About 5 years ago, I complained about a transcient twinge in the presence of a woman who apparently had an interest in me. She suggested that I visit her wonderful doctor who would "take a look at it." I complied and made an appointment. The doc asked what the reason for my visit was and I replied that I had a bad back. I consented to be the recipient of simple x-rays, blood tests, probing here and there, Cat-scans, MRIs – the whole deluge of medical artillery. What was discovered was that my blood pressure was the same as when I was 25 and I was absolutely of sound body except for one thing: I had a bad back. I'll let the reader guess how often I see doctors for such revelations.