Molotov's wife was the sister of the jew Sam Karp, who ran an importing business in Bridgeport, Connecticut. Another history assignment: Find the powerful jews of the Soviet Union who came from the United States. That would be easy. There are dozens of them. Don't forget the "American" bankers, all jews, who financed the "Russian" Revolution. The American working-class sucker is still financing these bastards, and apparently loving the chains which bind him.
No worries. That was the past. All jews are now patriotic Anericans. See what a few good meals at Burger King, plus a ball game, will do for people? Given an appropriate environment, a leopard can change its spots. If UU's jew pal Putin were only to be naturalized, what a wonderful manager for Little League he'd be.
The jews are desperately trying to equate 'jew' with 'American'. Gershwin wrote "American" music. Let the jew-written God Bless America become the national anthem. When this equation becomes etched in gold, then being anti-Semitic will become anti-American and anti-Semitism will become treason.
Communism, no matter what name it currently operates under – Zionism will do –, is a jew-invented, jew-managed world power movement. Maybe school youths should be given an assignment relative to the roots of the United Nations and its predecessor, the League of Nations, and see if any 'chosenite' names pop up. It's not called the Jew World Order for nothing.
Gen. Tommy Franks, commander of the Central Command, a 4-star political promotion under Clinton, is in charge of the gigantic U.S. troop build-up in the Middle East/South Asia war theater. He is the grandson of Moshe Franks, a Russian Khazarian Jew refugee from the Soviet Jewnion to the Jewnited States in the 1930's. It's deja vu all over again.
*** I stole this from an email by James von Brunn and it verifies FAEM's
position concerning the jew conquest of the planet using gullible goyim
as cannon-fodder. If it weren't for unscrupulous race-traitor christian
honkeys, the jews would still be
hawking rags from their pushcarts. Remember that our greatest enemy is the treacherous greedy upper-class of our own kind.
As I told the principal, it was not my job to keep the dishonest from cheating. I refused to let them be my burden. Let them steal their A's. It will not be a secret. They will be found out and shunned, to their disadvantage, by all worthwhile company. I often left a testing room unsupervised for I knew well my students. The honest would hide their answers from all interested, while the cheats stole each other's incorrect answers.
If one stands erect silently proud, he will be the target of hatred from the sewer people but it is far better to be the target of a rotten tomato, now and then, rather than living with garbage full time.
Robertsez – David Irving's problems resulted from his ignorance as to who really won WWII. Whites become perplexed when they are ignorant of who runs their country. The jews don't call White folks "cattle" for nothing.
Eve bore Seth and Seth took a wife. From Seth's son Enos through the subsequent sons Cainan, Mahadaleel, Jared, Eboch, Methusela, Lamech to Noah, all took wives from some plentiful female WalMart – in the sky, I would imagine. The begatting, begetting, begotting and begutting continued for generations without ever producing a shortage of females. The Lord favored Noah as we know, with more than just women.
Once we get to Abram, name-changing becomes fashionable. Abram becomes Abraham and his wife Sarai becomes Sarah. They had a son Isaac who latched onto Rebekah during a dating game. Becky, as she was known to close friends, had twins Esau and Jake, whoops, I mean Jacob. The Lord gave the youngest twin the keys to the Lexus and then something interesting began. Oh yes, under Abraham, the bizarre penis mutilation began traditional. (The mark of the beast?)
The older brother Esau became quite ill and it looked like he was going to die. He asked his brother Jake for food but Jake withheld it until Esau gave up his first-son birthright. (Extortion already?) Once Jake was in the driver's seat, he handed over the food. Esau recovered and his name was changed to Edom and Jake henceforth was known as Israel. The Lord gave Israel the whole world to plunder, rape, pillage and sell stock thereof.
Whether fratricide, extortion, bribery, incest (Lot), murder, hatred, name-changing, vengeance, infanticide, and all of the other noble forms of human entertainment, one does not have to read the Bible. He can visit the middle-east and see it first hand or move to New York City and enjoy it forever. None of this worries me as much as the question : Where did all of those women come from?
A tourist walked into a curio shop in San Francisco. Looking around at the exotica, he noticed a very lifelike, life-sized bronze statue of a rat. It had no price tag, but it was so striking he decided he must have it. He asked the owner, "How much for the bronze rat?"
"Twelve dollars for the rat. One hundred dollars for the story," said the owner.
The tourist gave the man twelve dollars. "I'll take the rat. You can keep the story."
As he walked down the street carrying his bronze rat, he noticed that a few real rats had crawled out of the alleys and sewers and they were following him down the street. This was disconcerting. He began trotting. Within a couple of blocks, the herd of rats had grown to hundreds, and they were squealing. He ran toward the bay. He looked around and saw that the rats now numbered in the MILLIONS, they were squealing loudly, and they were coming toward him fast.
Scared, he ran to the edge of the bay and threw the bronze rat as far out into the bay as he could. Amazingly, the millions of rats all jumped into the bay after it, and they all drowned.
The man walked back to the curio shop. "Aha," said the owner, "you have come back for the story?"
"No," said the man. "I came back to see if you have a Bronze Jew."
For the most part, the internet crowd exhibits paranoia to an extreme. It used to think it was only the blightwing ingrates who did everything they could to hide their identity. I was wrong. It's nearly the whole assemblage of keyboard peckers. I offered my small expertise to an internet service whereby I would answer questions in math and physics. A person uses this service by submitting the question which is then forwarded to me. I send the answer to the service and they forward it. It's something like drop shipping where neither party knows the other. Many are referred to my website where an email address is easy to spot. As of now, only 1 person ever used that address. One female (on the internet, who knows?) needed a sequence of responses to get her problem in order. I suggested that we email each other direct so as to eliminate the time lag imposed by the service. I never heard from her again. I suppose she is now living in terror that someone might actually find out who she is.
I am merely stating fact and not submitting judgment. While Virginians are living in terror over 9 killings, one only has to recount the thousands of abortions (murders), gang killings, and traffic deaths which occurred during the same period, in order to get proper perspective as to probability. The probability of me getting nailed by a sniper honing his skills, is minuscule as compared with the probability of being killed by a mud after my wallet.
Without organization, there cannot be anything accomplished relative to White interests. The internet has shown to be a great medium for the dissemination of information but also has revealed that the probability of organization is next to nothing. Imbued with an Americanism which views endless chatter as a means of solution, I am afraid that nothing will advance beyond the entertainment stage. ZOG knows this and ZOG loves it. There will not be internet censorship because ending gassing, like idle gossip, is not a threat to anyone.
The position of an atheist is tenuous at best. He believes there is no such entity as "god" or "gods" and since he cannot be convinced they exist, then that is the essence of his proof. Yet, he will demonstrate a belief in the nefarious entity called "the universe".
To mention that we have "one god" and then snap our fingers while forgetting the matter, is rather shallow in my view. It's hard to say "I do not know" and let the matter rest. Thus we fashion some image in order to feel more comfortable with that which would otherwise leave us feeling as a speck of no consequence or importance. Since we observe one man doing something another cannot and one lion doing something another cannot, it fits our natural minds to ascribe different gods for different purposes since those purposes are all unequal. No man is top gun in all categories and since man is created in the image of "god" or "a god", that god cannot be superior in all categories. "One god" cannot logically exist.
I often use the term "the gods" to describe a force, fate, or something, which will determine events we are unable to predict. As my dog Spot has no idea where today's trip will take him, I am in the driver's seat and know what woods we shall explore. This lack of knowledge on his part in no way detracts from the observed feeling that rabbits and squirrels lie ahead. He senses something but does not know. We all, if we can unshackle the chains of our Marxist conditioning, have far more 'seat of the pants' power than we realize. ZOG must live in fear that someday White people will find themselves for the day we live, ZOG dies.
Few appear to understand the difference between being alone and being lonely. They are not the same. I have been alone for as much as one month, in the northern reaches of Canada's Algonquin Park, but never felt lonely. In fact, I felt wonderfully free unencumbered by the trivialities people often impose on one another. A lonely person can feel lonely in a crowed subway. "Alone" is the relation between you and others. Loneliness is an internal frame of mind.
Something may be boring, that is, tiresome and uninteresting. Boredom is an internal state of mind. Thus we hear people say, "I am bored." I have attended boring lectures but I was not bored, for I could always find something interesting to occupy my mind. I try to avoid anything which might prove to be boring and the most recent event was at the police academy, which I couldn't avoid. As the feminist assistant district attorney rambled on, I turned my attention to how many tiles were used in the construction of the ceiling of the hall. I must have been engrossed considerably since Capt. Roy came over to me and said the lecture was over and lunch was being served in the cafeteria. The lecture was boring. I was not bored. Whenever I hear anyone say that they are bored, I rapidly distance myself from them as experience has shown their mental capacity to be on a par with a lobotomized chicken.
I try not to let the environment dictate my frame of mind. I might be alone but I will not let that inflict a feeling of loneliness. Something might be boring, but I try not to let that inflict a feeling of boredom. As grandpa once said, "Ninety percent of your troubles are generated between your ears."
The jelly-bean shaped female, in the adjacent restaurant booth, told her friend that in the morning as she was about to go to the drug store, her young daughter under the care of her oldest daughter, looked "bored". Thus the woman canceled her trip to the store and remained home to "entertain" her young daughter so as to eliminate the imagined state of boredom. From what I know, these mis-named "mothers" are quite plentiful and have infected the population with nitwits dependent upon others for their states of mind. The seeds of, and the craving thereof, the lunacy called the "entertainment business" can be found in the American framework of child raising. We exist to be entertained! That's what our mommies did. They entertained us.
My mother was wonderful in all respects but she was still a female. At times, it took the intervention of my father to remind her that the main task was to help the kids GROW UP and that could never be accomplished unless childhood care CEASED at a time when the child could do it by themselves. The loving nature of a good woman never ends and most would still be spoon feeding their kids until one or the other died.
The waitress apparently returned to work after a respite from her job. She was talked into being a 'stay at home mother'. This lasted for about 2 months, as she confided to me. "They were driving me nuts! I had to return to work for my own sanity." Kids drive no one nuts simply because they are young. Undisciplined kids, that is, animated weeds, will exasperate nearly everyone. Brats are not born. They are manufactured by nitwit parents.
We were taught the value of patience and each favorable night, we'd gather under the large maple tree near the milkhouse for our 20 minute time of silence and observation. This training was indeed valuable, for in school we could sit still for very long periods without opening our mouths, or squirming like worms, and absorbing all the teacher presented. Today, this sort of self-discipline is noticeable by its absence and those extrapolating the worsening condition of our race, have an understandable itch to "do something" and the last thing they want to hear is "have patience". But alas, I can offer nothing else and our enemies know this full well. That is why they will move heaven and earth to make sure the slop trough is kept full and that enough false fear is generated so that the inquisitive are kept in line. For the young, they push drugs and sex, thus reducing them to the level of useless hedonist trash.
The whole world Zionist power grab is insanity run amuck and it will fail in its intent. It is only during its collapse that opportunities will arise for the insertion of more than noisy words. Our patience, our time of waiting, can be used educating others and above all, building a small community of like minded people around us. We need study no more since we wouldn't be asking "What can we do?" unless we knew what was needed. However, there are still many race conscious people out there who are asleep and need awakening. When 1/2 of our young approve of going to war with Iraq and only 1 out of 1000 is willing to take an active part by enlisting, it does not leave much space for optimism when it comes to spine.
The present political and social structure cannot be amended or appended into something more favorable for White people. It, like the jew Weimar Republic, must vanish from the world scene. The gods will soon see to that. Each time people get serious about elections, I can hear the gods' laughter. Watch and listen. We are supernumeraries waiting to be called.
If one removed the dialogue from "The Picture", the film would be action sterile for there were no explosions, bloody body parts nor two hedonists pawing each other's nude bodies. The theme of one's portrait getting older while one retained his youthful image, was the orchestration while the lines were the notes.
Today, movies are mostly bizarre spectacles of death and destruction, computer enhanced, of course. I've have seen outlandish scene where a stage coach actually burst into something resembling a miniature Hiroshima. In these "action" movies, the dialogue generally is disjoint, without depth, and used probably to insure the mindless audience that they are watching humans.
Comedy has fared no better. One only has to watch the negro "Comedy Hour" where laughter is generated by references to a penis mistakenly being jabbed into an eye – it's all about crotches and their various functions when they aren't bad-mouthing White people. BBC comedy shows depend upon one's intellect juggling the clever plays upon words and is decidedly not something the small mind would appreciate.
Make sure you read The
Godless – What
the Nazis were fighting against. If it weren't
for the United States, Communism, the essence of the jewish psyche, would
have died 100 years ago. More evidence on this site.
Make sure you bring this up in history class and watch your Marxist teacher go ape, if he/she/it isn't one already. Be warned – you probably will be tossed out of class and given an "F", thus proving indoctrination rather than truthful education.
As the population gets muddier, guerilla warfare becomes less possible since the guerilla must "blend into the population". I remember one time where ZOG was training blue-eyed, six-footers, Vietnamese so that they could be more effective in the Viet Nam war by "blending in". Possession of power does not imply intelligence.
ZOG allows the revisionists to fart around with their nit-picking and cyanide revelations. The reason is not difficult to understand. With their control of the media, and access to bagel billions, they can launch a barrage of 'holocaust history' any time of their choosing. They also know that if 'revisionism' got to be a big pain in the neck, then jail, bribes and what all, can easily be brought into play. I feel confident that if the bagel boys had a crystal ball, they would have chosen to bribe Zündel with $6,000,000 which would have been accepted. Then again, this might establish some sort of unacceptable precedent. You get more bang for your bribe when politicians are bought.
Let the complainers babble while ignoring them. This proves that freedom of speech is still in force. If the complainers get too numerous, or powerful, see that they lose their jobs and property, that is, if you cannot buy them off outright. If this fails, search the laws to see if they have run astray and then nail them for that. Make sure that nothing political can be tied to it. This is a demcracy, isn't it? As the last desparate action, make sure the complainers have an 'accident' or at least die from a 'heart attack'.
Well today's Wall Street Journal has a front page story about our wonderful good Samaritans in good old goofy U.S.A. In particular the University of Nebraska Medical College of Dentistry, where they are putting new teeth into the void of beauty of our new wonderful Dinka citizen additions to this gentle land of good and plenty. Gee! That sounds like a candy brand. Maybe if our new Dinka citizens eat enough candy they can again create a toothless void and start a new religion and call it toothless beauty.
If you can get a copy of today's Journal
you can see what our new citizens look like. Of course some of our dippy
blue eyed blondes might go ga ga over them. It often seems that the uglier
the more impressive. Maybe it's the beauty and the beast syndrome. Sort
of like a weird Picasso painting – the less understood the more admired.
In any event there sure is a lot to admire in our country these days.
Robertsez – I am waiting for the White savage-imitating whigger idiots to add nose-bones, and ear plates, to their collection of earrings, pierced navels, tongues and nipples. I hope someday that the tattooing lunacy picks the image of a range target for a favorite to adorn their chests. When the time's right, it would make target selection a mite easier.
The girl ahead of me, at the stop sign of some side street off La Habra Blvd., left her stopped position only to be broadsided by another who ran a stop sign. The drivers left their vehicles, as I did, and the man proceeded to shriek violently at the young lady for "being in his way." I held her in my arms, amazed at the ruckus which could do nothing to turn the clock back. What was done, was done. There was only some mess to clean up. Often people waste much of their lives in wasteful emotional pursuits which changes nothing other than depriving a person of doing something else.
As my father related, he was standing forlorn on the street corner sometime in 1937. He was out of work, as many were, and received notice that the "ice box" would be repossessed the next day upon failure to come forth with the $35 balance due. In those days, if you owed someone money, even rent, you could lose whatever at a moment's notice. People were evicted if payment were late by one day, and the police would enforce that.
The situation perhaps appeared hopeless to my father since the probability of him coming up with the money was stacked against him. An unusual thing then happened. A well dressed Mr. Burlingame came up to him and said, "Remember me? About 3 years ago, when I was on the skids, you helped me out with money and other generous favors. Well, I fell into some good times and am happy to return the $65 you gave to me. I know it wasn't a loan, but I would feel better if you accepted it as a gesture of my affection for your consideration." Although it appeared that way to my father, the situation was not hopeless. At the conclusion of his story, my father told all of us that since that day, he never allowed himself to feel that sort of self-pity again. As usual, he kept his word.
The nuts of the White male are being hammered daily. The world appears aligned against us including many of our brain-washed women folk who feel that if they put on a jockstrap, some magic will fill it. We should remember that all catastrophes contain a large seed of opportunity, nay, only disasters provide any ray of hope. We have a right to hold more hope for our future during a disaster, then we do during this malaise called peace. It has been precisely this "peace" which has progressively reduced our power to a point where many adult males cannot now be told from over-grown children or women. The gods will favor us, eventually, but none know the day. The worse things become, the more we have to look forward to, but that future will be one of great struggle where the wimps will be filtered out, as they should be, but never could be, if life continued on as a placid pasture full of contented cows. No man is worth the air he breathes unless he is engaged in struggle – defending his property, supporting his family, building bridges, overcoming all that presents itself. Life is struggle and I have seen injured rabbits, with guts to survive, making a mockery of some of the so-called "men" we gawk at and hold to be important. Would our noisy President exhibit bravery if he were forced into a one-on-one duel to the death with Saddam? I know where I'd place my bet.
If you wish to reduce hope for our kind to an absolute minimum, then go along with the process which got you to this point – believe elections will change things; send money to worthless parasites who get fat on your desire to "do something"; buy books; complain anonymously but never in public; hold 'protest' demonstrations; ignore the whole thing by watching niggerball, taking drugs, getting drunk, chasing orifices and all of that other all-American "fun". We got to this point by spending our time tinkering under the hood while ignoring who was in the driver's seat. First, we must stop going in reverse. Until that happens, there is no point in considering a way to go forward.
Animals, which means anything which we can't breed with, have no souls, no thinking process, no feelings, no love and no nothing, as the song goes. They are little more than mobile rocks to be used, and abused, for our entertainment and profit. This seems to be the commonly believed fare. Of course, anyone brought up on a non-"factory" farm knows better from the wealth of observations available.
Animals have behaviors breed specific. Foxes do not act like chickens and crows never behave as deer. No one disputes this but when it comes to "us", we are taught, behavior is then distinct from physical characteristics and indeed, a separate domain entirely. Behavior, and even tendencies, come only from environment so that any Eskimo can be taught to behave as a Matabele. The same Eskimo can then have his Matabele behavior replaced with the behavior of a Jivaro. Therefore, if we extend this notion, then universal race and cultural mixing will produce a people with the same values and behavior, thus assuring peace on earth, good will to men and profit for our masters.
In my younger days, I'd pack my canoe, tent and fishing gear and drive to the northern reaches of Algonquin Park, Ontario, for a month of peace and quiet where I'd subsist on fish, cattail roots, berries and such. It was rare to ever see another human but when I did, they were always northern European types. Over the years, I have always noticed that non-Whites always preferred the congestion, dirt, and stink, of urban areas and I soon believed that "White flight" had its main thrust in a natural desire to have "elbow room".
During the days of Black marches through White neighborhoods, Rockwell decided to have a White march through a Black neighborhood. As we moved from Marquette Park to Gage Park, in Chicago, down a street obviously filled with the same sort of houses, price-wise and age-wise, one was taken by the profound visual difference between the Negro section and the mostly Estonian section. Here we have Americans on the same economic level, living in comparable homes, and all enjoying the benefits of the "American dream", separated by an overhead trestle. As we passed under the trestle, the filth and squalor of the Black section gave way to freshly painted houses, green lawns and flowers decorating the porches. Yes Greta, race does make a difference.
I would have a very difficult time believing that our myriad of inherited characteristics would somehow leave out behavioral tendencies. I mention 'tendencies' since that encompasses that nefarious item we call intelligence. One cannot raise intelligence by eating magic berries or listening to the lark's warble. Intelligence is a capacity. It's like a pail that can be filled to whatever extent the owner chooses but the size of that pail remains fixed for life. Sure, one can take drugs and destroy one's potential but, like Humpty Dumpty, it cannot be put back together again. Marxist education cannot alter one's intelligence but it does stir up the contents of the pail so that anything described as coherent thought becomes non-existent.
A racist therefore believes that behavioral tendencies are a part of the genetic influence. We certainly have no problem with Blacks who behave as Whites and all discrimination has its roots in this. We reject no person simply because he is colored differently. However, since color is part and parcel of the genetic package, it is an obviously easy tool to use when we get serious about our companions, neighbors and future mates.
As the comical 'holocaust' dissolves under close examination, all the anti racist crowd has to do is prove that behavioral tendencies are not inherited and that Blacks, after full conditioning in a White society, will retain those White outer garments when left to themselves. If this be true, then all of our 'White acting' Blacks should be commissioned to return to their prized Afro homelands and share those benefits. The Black community, it is noted, looks with contempt upon any of their kind who is an Uncle Tom. It appears then, that Blacks recognize that White behavior and Black behavior are different.
We, and it's a Disney thing where animals act like humans, frequently deceive ourselves by accepting behavior which is an act, as the real indicator of the actor. Clint Eastwood's orangutan Clyde, is passed off in a couple of movies as a near-human. But, as with all kinds, when peanuts are tossed upon the stage, the monkeys' bicycle riding act soon becomes unglued.