HERE AND THERE

by Eric Thomson

11 November 1999

I'm enjoying a lull in my work schedule to do laundry and organize various items in my bunker.

Decades ago, I told a college buddy that we are living in the "era of the packed suitcase" and that "security" will fall to the World War I standard, i.e., "security is a fresh shellhole."

Here in 'peacetime" Yakima, as elsewhere in the Jew-Nighted States, one thinks before going out on the streets. The police radio scanner picks up all sorts of illegal and violent activities after dark. Does this mean that criminals work at day jobs or do they sleep while the sun shines?

We mentioned the concept of community or the public interest. When one lives in a community, lying is not a pro-community practice; neither is corruption, nor crime. But when lives in a fragmented, unstable, dysfunctional society like this one, there is no community. One's honesty may be, and often is used against him. "What the ZOG doesn't know can't hurt you" is a little slogan I coined years ago.

Today the post office was closed. This day commemorates the end of "the war to end war" and "to make the world safe for democracy" (which the U.S. never was!). We might just as well have declared our intention of making the world safe for anarchy. Obviously, democracy has been "for export only", for we cannot have it here. Even such decisions as are permitted the voters are often overruled by judges who exercise their 'royal prerogatives', quite as much as did the British monarchs, whose absolute rule we supposedly threw off. Although the monarch is now a figure-head, our anonymous jew rulers are pretty much absolute in their treatment of us as their subjects, or livestock.

As the Beatles sang, "I read the news today, oh boy!" Israel is about to sell AWACS radar systems to China. This is par for the course, according to Canadian columnist Eric Margolis. Whatever the U.S. does not want China or Russia to have is routinely supplied by Israel. It was an open secret during the U.S. boycott of Iran that Israel supplied "the rogue state" with spare parts for their U.S.-built air force, using parts we gave Israel! With friends like Israel, one never needs enemies. One dumb Goy described Israel as "our lifeline to the Middle East". I said it is odd for a man on the gallows to describe the noose around his neck as a "lifeline". I guess it can be called that, for it will shortly end his life. Israel is the major trouble-maker for the U.S. in the Middle East. Before the Khazars invaded Palestine, we had no trouble whatsoever from the Arabs – they kept the price of crude oil low. That's why Sec. of Defense Forrestal objected to U.S. recognition of Israel in 1948, and that's why he was murdered, after being doped with LSD.

Today, I listened to a radio feature on the return of U.S. P.O.W.s to their scene of death and suffering at Bataan. FDR promised them relief and reinforcements, but he sent everything to the aid of his Khazar comrade, Stalin, instead. The U.S. commander at Bataan was really out to lunch. Before he decided to surrender, he destroyed all the weapons and ammo, but kept the trucks and gasoline, thinking the Japs would let his soldiers be driven into captivity. The Japs accepted these goodies with a smile and (probably) said, "Sank you very much!" Yes, the G.I.s were driven the 70 miles to the P.O.W. camp – with bayonets and rifle butts. The G.I.s and their Philippino allies had been holding out with no supplies, in the rugged mountains and swamps of the Bataan Peninsula. They were already starving and sick with various tropical diseases when they surrendered to the Japs, so they were in no condition to walk 70 miles in the blistering heat, even if they had been fed and given water to drink by their captors. It is a wonder that any of them survived the forced march. The slow-moving prisoners infuriated the Japs, who thought the sick and starving men were malingering! Those who were deemed "too slow" were bayonetted. When the survivors arrived in the U.S. military camp the Japs had taken over they were welcomed by the camp commander who let them know he did not like Americans very much and there would be no escapes, period. His "no escape" policy was enforced very simply: the prisoners were divided into "squads" of 10 men each. Any member of the squad who escaped meant that the other 9 would be killed. First, they were made to dig their own graves, then they were shot in the back of the head, and fell into their freshly dug graves. I don't know how many escaped, but that policy definitely reduced the number considerably. Isn't it wonderful to know that "we're all equals" and "there are no racial differences." I wonder what these men would have done, had they known their fate in advance, by being taught about Jap behavior. The Russians found out what it was like to surrender to the Japs in 1905: Big mistake! What did the Americans think? Was the Jap mistreatment of the Russian P.O.W.s different because they were Russians? Had the Jap character changed since then? What about all the Chinese they used for bayonet practice in 1937? Of course, the real war criminal was FDR who did everything possible to start a war with Japan, using U.S. servicemen and women as bait and as pawns to be sacrificed. One wonders at the Americans' bovine refusal to comprehend the fate in store for them. Even the Bataan survivors carried deep wounds, physically and mentally. One said that his unit had been great before their capture: 'all for one and one for all'. But after capture, it was 'every man for himself' and their rottenness rose to the surface. That, combined with the torture and suffering, the constant fear, etc., the constant hunger, makes me wonder why they had not made an American-style banzai charge on the Japs and died happily and quickly. When one fights Asiatics, one should "save the last bullet for yourself."

Patrick Henry would have understood, as did Hermann Goering, that mere existence is often purchased at a terrible price. The Germans have a wise saying, obviously pre-Christian: "Better a horrible end than an endless horror." The horror of their Jap captivity still haunts these men who survived Bataan. It is not unique in the human experience for the living to envy the dead. The German prisoners of Eisenhower might have behaved differently, had they known the fate he had in store for them. Aren't we lucky to have such 'humanitarians' as our rulers! The saddest and true observation of this Bataan commemoration was made by the young Flipwogs who wondered what these old White men were doing out there, pointing at things which weren't there. Poor fellows! What did they think they were fighting for? Their country? It is no longer theirs. It has been invaded and conquered without a fight. In fact, World War II vets fought to facilitate that invasion and conquest, albeit unwittingly. I am reminded of the pathetic Veterans' Day ceremonies in Canada, in which White men who fought for the British Empire wear their obsolete uniforms and inscrutable medals before the multitudes of nignogs, golliwogs, sambos, mestizos, et al. who gawk in wonderment at their strange and meaningless rituals in commemoration of a great struggle. Many old vets are even embarrassed to admit they fought for the British Empire, for that makes them not only imperialists, but racists! Because Whites are now such a minority, they are an ace away from being dubbed war criminals, rather than heros.

We are victims of colored imperialism, and we fear to acknowledge what ails us in what was once 'our' territory. Even now many White war vets do not comprehend the cause-effect relationship of their actions and present results thereof. "Where have all the White folks gone?" They may dimly wonder. Well, G.I., you helped kill them off and sometimes you got killed in the process. Result: fewer Whites all around but more and richer jews. Now, wasn't that worth fighting for? When the Brits in Rhodesia heard my American accent (or Canadian, if they were in a good mood), they'd chide me on the U.S. war effort in World War II. I told them bluntly: "If you're not wearing an Iron Cross, then all you did was make the world safer for Communism and more dangerous for Whites." That always shut them up. I don't know what they may have said amongst themselves afterwards. "Egad, a bloody Nazi!"

Sometimes I hear myself speaking about my colonial war experience in Africa and my travels I east of Suez', and I think I must sound like "Colonel Blimp", a British fictional character who was often satirized as being one whose experience was not only ancient, but irrelevant. Then I proceed into the "Balkan crisis", which was hot stuff around the turn of the last century, and is now, once again. Nevertheless, I must sound to young people like a centenarian who hums tunes the band played on The Titanic, etc.

Meanwhile, here on the Western Front, my premises may go up for auction. It seems the owner(s) 'forgot' to pay property taxes, and if they are not paid, the building and lot will go up for auction early in the year 2000, which may result in the residents being evicted. That is why I am culling things I don't need, in case I must move at short notice. Most of the denizens in this building are too dimwitted or too demented to consider this possibility: "What, me worry?" is their motto, if they know it or not.

I don't know if you ever encountered the book on "One-Upmanship", "Gamesmanship or How to win at games without really cheating" and, the magnum opus: "Godmanship". The former has all sorts of formulas for getting 'one up' on people. There is the greeting: "My, you're looking marvelously relaxed today!" Any listener would interpret this to mean that the person is normally a nervous wreck. The one upmanship retort is to declare: "On the contrary, you're looking much more relaxed!" Then there is the ploy for dealing with an 'expert' at a party, especially when he is cantivating all the desirable females with his descriptions of his little known area of exploration. The One-Upman joins the listeners and nods approvingly, but when the 'expert' winds down a bit, One-Upman will interject: "Quite so, but not in the east!" – or the north, west or south, as desired.

All One-Upmen are advised to carry with them at all times a small map of Bulawayo, with the southern or northern part shaded. I was reading the book at that very moment in the Bulawayo Public Library, and my outburst of laughter disturbed some of the nearby readers, for which I apologized. In Gamesmanship, there are little ploys for winning at golf, such as loading your opponent's golf-bag with lead golfballs. Then there is a special hat which has a swivel headband that allows the slightest hint of a breeze to flip the brim up, as if the hat is about to blow away. This device is useful when one's opponent is about to tee off, for the Gamesman will suddenly throw his arms up to 'prevent, his hat from 'blowing away', thus startling the opponent sufficiently throw his game off.

Well, a 'boomer' on my staff just quit, so I have only a partial day off. I don't know if you're familiar with that old railroad term, a boomer being one who quits a job and moves on at short or no notice. When I was a kid, a black shirt was called "a thousand-miler", for one could wear it on a 1000 mile train trip and the coal smoke would not show! Boy, how one's vocabulary can date one. As a ten year old, I filled out a multiple choice questionnaire in a newspaper, in which one's age was determined by the words they used: Victrola, gramophone or phonograph. I chose the 'modern' term, phonograph, but I added 20 years to my age by choosing "icebox" instead of refrigerator, fridge, because we always called our old Coldspot fridge an "icebox".

A neighbor wants me to get a computer. Well, I barely have time to type letters, so how does he think I'd have time to clean the bugs out of a computer. If I now owned a yacht, I could not sail on it, for I need time to do so. He does not understand that a computer saves me no time, for it impedes me from putting my thoughts on paper. I do not use a computer in my work and, like the telephone, I have no time to use that on a 24 hour daily basis. He seems to think that the whole world must be retired and well off, as he is. I guess he would advise me to eat cake if I had no bread. For an educated world-traveller with varied experience, it strikes me that this neighbor has lived in a political vacuum, like a traveller who gets on a train without asking where it is going. If the ride is comfortable, who cares? That's like many Goyim I've encountered.

George spent his most productive years making money. Because of his lack of political education, he spent the remainder squandering his fortune. On the other hand, I set out as a youth to find out what was going on in the world, so as to make a better investment of my time, labor and money. The immediate reward of my quest for knowledge was adventure, on a low-budget basis, of course. As a kid, I always thought that adults were hiding really important stuff from me, that there was, behind the social facade, an impressive array of clockwork which made it all go, and which would be really fascinating to study. It turned out that 99.99% of the adults I've known knew about as much as I did about the dynamic state of world events, even those events which impinged directly on their own immediate concerns. I have met veterans of wars who only knew that their faces were down in dust, mud or snow; that their officers never told them where they were, nor why they were there, except that the enemy was always around. They had no knowledge of war aims, even from official propaganda, which had no meaning to soldiers immediately concerned with survival in dangerous, demanding and exceedingly uncomfortable conditions. Dietz, who was more jew-dazed than he would ever admit, chided me on the basis of "if you're so smart, why aren't you rich?" I replied that my knowledge did not make me much money, but it saved me lots of money I'd havE lost without it! He told me that held never have done anything with my approach to life. I replied that I never had to undo the bulk of my doings, as Dietz was then doing, with his thoughtless changes of editorial policy. He said, "Oh Eric, you have to have a reason for everything!" I agreed, saying that to do otherwise would be unreasonable, crazy in fact, especially in politics!