The Jews

The Jews.

Why do I always feel guilty about talking about such things, yet compelled to continue doing so? Not like I really care at this point what anyone thinks. But say the word “Jew” out loud in public and then let it linger and see a stony silence spread out from its epicenter like a bomb had just dropped. And why as a topic of discussion does that particular mutually exclusive little group always seem to rise to the surface where there is controversy or trouble? An insoluble haiku of our modern times? Or something much, much more?

The package of arguments might come with a warning label for all those who take up this question on the order of, “OPEN UP DISCUSSIONS ON THIS TOPIC AT YOUR OWN RISK!” For all those who are of a couple generations beyond freshly indoctrinated by the Liberal chess pool of public education realize that something is not quite right about individuals and organizations that proclaim membership with this brand name identity.

None dare criticize, nor make general observations about them lest they risk being outed from the larger society. Why? Are we speaking about some celestial species of human being whose actions both singular and collective are perpetually beyond reproach? Whenever the plural phrasing of their ilk is put forth in public it seems to have a long tail of discontent expressed by other cultures with their kind? The type of discontent that has led to them being ejected as a group from over a hundred and a half different societies. Why is this topic a ‘no, no’, to voice?

“Oh, that’s right! Because of the Nazi’s!”

Because in the last century, the Germans elected Adolf Hitler to be their leader and he tried to exterminate them! And it follows that all people designated as of European descent cannot be trusted because they might one day do the same? These people are to be referred to as ‘White‘ from here on out and not be trusted by any other group because they are the source of everything bad!

Do I bother looking up what happened at that time on the Internet or at the library to read about what happened in that time? NOT IF IT CONFLICTS WITH THE LATEST OFFICIAL VERSION! Otherwise that might be construed as HATE SPEECH.

I feel like expressing my intellect in absurdities these days because innocent conventional discourse in public is about as dead as the proverbial dodo bird. All discourse has a political twinge to it. Consider any festive party of intellectuals as set in the GDR during in the early eighties. Dare to say what you wish but don’t expect to come home to the same set of circumstances the next mooring that you had left the previous afternoon.

The only aspect of public civic life still operative is building high rises. Building higher, bigger and more industrially minded. Places of containment, places of demarcation, places to just find one’s self lost within wearing VR goggles. How does one make sense of rapidly destabilizing times of constant change, change, change, where the masses are urged ever on to make a difference. All hail the great revolutionary experiment of Liberalism. Something that in the last century might have been quickly tossed off as more than a bit Bolshevik.

Oak Park Illinois is a strange place rife with longstanding anachronisms amidst an ever brooding atmosphere of constant cultural conflict. A place to be privileged within if by chance you hold a little ‘ethnic‘ blood, along with other amenities, in the realm of the of the well to do. BUT WATCH YOUR STEP OTHERWISE!

Two odd places theoretically tied at the hip in some strange way might be singled out, Oak Park and Skokie. Rich Jew and poor Jew? I lived for a significant period of time within both. The erudite Jew as sleeper cell agent biding their time quietly going about the landscape preparing it for the next coming revolution by their kind?

In Orson Welle’s movie, “The Stranger“, this same phenomena is at work, except of course the polar identities are projected oppositely for the audience by the producers of the film. The rote meaning of the term Nazi being like many other popularly identifiable politically useful terms, a vehicle devised by extremist Left Wing Communist German authors of the past. Something coined not for simple description but for defaming.

Our current American culture constantly produces scapegoats. Some person or some group that by virtue of a single act in the present or at a distant time in the past past that has revealed themselves to be at odds with the current dogma of the hour. The sort of reaction one might have expected from the prewar Stalinist regime when simply not clapping one’s hand in applause for a long enough period would have given you a one way ticket to the Gulag the very next moment.

Somewhere between Orwell and Kafka. The Jew had managed eons ago to wangle the franchise for the administration of humanity from the Gods. The one provision in the agreement being that they could only administer indirectly from an oblique direction. Of course, try as they might over many generations, the humans they subtended could not make sense of these efforts as they resembled a form of endless chaos as opposed to civil administration. Jews seem to float like corks through hurricanes of political adversity that sink all others?

In a recent impromptu conversation with a person that turned out to have been born in Israel but residing for a long time here, the following topics were offered by him:

The Dreyfus affair, Satanism, financial inequity as a positive motive for increasing taxation upon the ‘rich’, public education’s rightful hold on Middle Class taxpayers as perpetual hostages, public school teachers as being unrepentant egoists, unrepentant display of his Israeli citizenship, a placid ignorance of common underclass illiteracy in the USA, loudly voicing the danger to the system and its teachers as posed by urban students, to name a few.

Every divisive Popular Leftist Liberal opinion that guards public discussion like a wounded tiger mom.

Who would have ever thought the end of the world as we have known it would sound exactly like a balloon frantically rubbing between the thighs of an overly frenzied discontent teenager?

And So That’s It, Chapter And Verse

Three Successive Nights OF Dream States

“A number of a mixed group of us get on an elevator at my bidding. It climbs up many stories to the top of the building where it jams between two floors with the bunch of us now trapped within it. The door gets pulled open by us and now we find that it is actually outside of the building and you have to hop over the gap to the sill of what appears to be a small outdoor patio. Though I am initially reluctant a young woman jumps across ahead of me and stands on the raised ledge. I step across after her apprising the drop of many stories in the wide gab between the elevator and the ledge. Though not as wide as I originally though, it still remains sobering.”

I found myself living in Mexico. Mexico? I mean California, but it might as well be Mexico. The last part being that some people of that heritage where, whatever, I was visiting for a few days or so. And they had an area their on a concrete slab where you could urinate, or whatever. I didn’t see a . . . ? Didn’t see uh, any type of latrine or anything like that. But it sure smelled and sort of evidenced the stains of a place where people urinated. A woman saw me and came out and said, “Well. there’s a brush under the round wooden cover there!“, pointing to the middle of one slab. “But it stinks!“, she added. I saying, “OK. no problem.” And I knocked off the cover and grabbed the brush and brushed down the general area where, whatever. You were supposed to pee one place under a tree and so forth. Oh, God knows what action before that it action’d? Before that . . ? Right now, as usual, with the dreams, and my brain, I went scooting right out. So, whatever!

So, Here I am in dreamland , once again at the end of an episode. I found myself as one of a class. A large public room though not necessarily a classroom in a school with a number of people of varied ethnic backgrounds studying the ancient American organized societies that included the Mayan’s and the Aztecs. A lecture now being conducted that could be loosely defined as anthropology but with a focus on a sociological orientation. They were all getting high on the idea of ancient rituals. The guy sitting ahead of me beginning to hallucinate. It seems one of the demonstrations then in progress had someone else dressed in MezoAmerican garb holding a bottle filled with smoke. On closer inspection turning out to be a clear plexiglass tube filled with a finely milled powder that looks like simple common earth. One would blow into it then agitates it until it would become airborne filling the vessel with a foggy cloud. The person demonstrating then pulling a furious column from the end to the tube into his mouth and down into the depths of his lungs in one long continuous inhale. This seemed to be more than a little bit much to me! Another one doing the same thing was going gaga! And here am I with my little camera taking videos of this watching him cut his wrist then get even more intoxicated with the taste of his own blood. And though seemingly still sentient, he is hallucinating now too! The visions invading his present tense reality while he starts to invite me along to join him, as if I am as crazy as he is. Another guy next to me has now donned a headdress and uses his knife to saw across his own neck producing a trickle of blood along the incision which he immediately ingests. Then he gets up and invites me to reel about the room with him. The whole room full of people reeling about in total reckless abandon seeking out their own personal vision state. I being more concerned about concealing my small camera than succumbing to his invitation to join this mass hypnotic event. A solitary feeling of someone trying hard to remain rational amidst all the insanity of the others furiously embracing their own unpredictable irrationalities.

My life has been a tragedy. Something hat I haven’t been aware of until now. Something I still don’t believe in with any conviction. Oh, I am making a recording and I have been taking pictures as if I have been spying on myself, waiting for some fundamental declaration of consequence that would explain and satisfy the feelings of guilt and remorse that I supposedly subscribe to. Yet this confession never really comes to the surface or steps out to the fore to be acknowledged. And yet within, I know somewhere deep down, I feel the shame for all my misdeeds to others. Deeds committed as much out of omission and maybe more so in commission. And yet, just as fateful and damming as if I had taken a knife and willfully plunged it into someone’s heart. And much like the fates, I am faced without the dilemma of atonement. How to make peace for all the many shortcomings that I should have known better about in the first place rather than fall into the trap of? Well, if that explains anything? Perhaps it explains nothing? My silence continues. There is always to leave it behind. After all, that is the coward’s way out. So I have to continue watching myself, and listening to myself, and waiting, until, I finally, reveal, what, I’ve been. Unwilling to reveal all along! Betrayal of those that love me is such a convenient excuse.

Being unexpectedly downtown today, and after my business had been concluded, walking down Walbash from the direction of Randolph; I happened upon a woman, an old woman, of some years that were within reach of the years my mother would have been had she continued to live another five years. Certainly within a stone’s throw of a decade. This woman looking as if she had maintained her youth from the time that she had reached adulthood. Looking out to the street in anticipation in a manner of dress and hairstyle, a little frail now, with the approach of a total of ninety years. But still vital enough to be standing their unassisted. Wrinkled skin with gray hair but with the attitude and bearing of everything that had not changed since she was in her early twenties. Looking out with the same anticipation with a care to come and pick her up in a manner that she had, no doubt, so many times before exhibited in similar circumstances. Her demeanor reaching across the gulf of intervening years to this same place where she had long ago stood wholly unchanged. Perhaps with the same sort of prevailing hairstyle and kind of features that my mother possessed in her own youth? It was a vision, a time machine, to a time before I was alive and able to appreciate such and occurrence. It was as If I was viewing the equivalent of a monument that never shows wear. A stone in the Sahara desert that looks like it might have been their unmoved all along. Even though one realizes superficially, that the years have moved on. This kindred spirit of my mother recalling her in a most immediate sense in a way that I never thought I could experience again. Her alive again! How wonderful and how sad at the same time.

My two best friends had moved to the country to a house that stood upon several acres of land. The yard behind the main dwelling offering a mostly untilled space allowing for the celebration of the birthday of one by the other. The planning of same falling in part to myself to come up with something special for her. My inspiration being to construct a small tower in the decor of a Middle Eastern equivalent of same. The demands of budget and my lack of experience in such things affording a structure that could only accommodate fifteen or twenty individuals at a time. The kitchen was at the bottom at ground level from which one would walk up a set of stairs in the manner of a lighthouse to a cushion lined lounge up above. The accessories within of Turkish origin including ornamental scimitars hanging between each of the windows. The whole thing somewhat ramshackle requiring zip ties to secure these elements to the columns. In terms of completion, it seemed a mixed success. The last delivery of items lacking some key elements that might have led to a greater authenticity. I feeling as if I had not done as good a job as I should have, if nothing else out of a sense of misguided responsibility for taking this task on and not knowing what I was getting into.

“Hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, . . . heeee!” My dialogue! At some point in the last twenty years, or earlier, I said to myself in a random moment doubtful of continued existence, that if everything in the world as I had all along known it, was to fall apart I wanted to be there to see it happen. And now it is three decades later, and everything is starting to fall apart. The world I knew is gone! And that thing which has replaced it is this really vapid, empty, grabbing, ever searching, mind numbing, soul destroying equivalent of death in slow increments. Like effluent pus from rampant bacteria consuming your body dripping out, drop by drop, as the gangrene takes over. And one by one, your extremities drop off into a pestilent mass on the floor vigorously consumed by all manner of vermin. And you have to sit there and watch it, unblinking and unmoved. That is what this time is like! I am sick of jumping from fantasy to fantasy, from lily pad to lily pad. The lurking expectation of finding an epiphany at every turn each fucking day is gone. That lifelong directional path towards something meaningful is now emptied. Sprinkled over with crusts from stale pieces of bread ground to crumbs upon its floor. “Ha, ha ha, ha, ha!” This whole idea of a connection with other human beings . . . ? We, that lasts as long as the last fleeting whiff of the smell of your sweat from the underarm of an old misplaced dirty T-shirt from the back of your closet where it long ago fell. Once it is gone, you’re gone. Animal uniqueness, “Huh?” Everything is an act, from a script, from a play, from a film, from a book that you can now barely recall from long ago. You don’t have your existence as it is caught in an oatmeal batter form of yesteryear. You’re just an ingredient! And not even a major one at that. Why anyone else bothers? Why, maybe it just got out of hand? Maybe its a virus too! Maybe it seemed like a good idea at the time? But then, some unknown voice rang out and said, “Go ahead!” Smash that vial full of a biologically deadly culture and let’s all see what happens. Just for the Hell of it! As if someone takes up a loaded revolver and puts it to their temple and declares, “Uh, I’m going to kill myself today!” “Everybody will miss me!” And that the instant that they pull the trigger realizes, “God, what a bad idea this was!” “This was really fucking stupid.” But now it’s too late!

Love is an animal fiction. Love, love, . . . ! Love is an ounce of cum splattered on a bedroom wall in motel somewhere that remains anonymous because no one carries batteries for a black light to know it was ever there. Love is a memory that is inspired by a Hollywood made for TV movie that is only available on Netflix, but due to the arrival of the latest batch of docudramas, has just been permanently retired from their current inventory, making your selection obsolete. Love is having ten cents for a BJ when only a dollar will do it! Love, what the fuck, is love? Because those who know love don’t know shit about it. Because nobody knows about love. Because there is no such thing as love. It’s just a biological imperative that allows you to get your rocks off. At least once or twice before the shroud salesman sells you a suit. Then the parasites start in and eat all! Recognition and the possibility of perception, extinguished from out of your very soul. Love is gone, never to return! As if it was ever there to begin with? That’s love, and you better get used to it!

Fucking Terry came to live with Jon and I, and he was a tyrant! He had a pistol and he was going to enforce, HIS rules! And if you didn’t like it! He had a gun! So don’t mess with him, “Cuz he’ll shoot ya!” But at some point he seemed to disappear? And was found to be hiding under a desk between one’s feet. A middle drawer above his head now the location of all his guns. The ones that were hidden there that were quickly pulled out by the sitter leaving him defenseless. Now he was trapped like a rat!

Within the span of an hour, within a neighboring community, four different people from the long forgotten past also appeared, one after the other in the span of a single hour. The last one being an erasable personality by the name of Bill that despite the years in between looked younger than when he had last been encountered so many decades ago. He had a tie and jacket that seemed to suggest that he was now semi-prosperous in the bygone era of people from those older times. An appointment to meet a group of friends and close family then threatened with his possible intercession. His abusive nature being mercurial and thus reliably ever unwelcome. Yet after a brief conversation, falling under the spell of his personality, as one was ever wont to do, inviting him along as a matter of polite good graces. Basically knowing all along within that he was up to no good as he had always been. Ever self-indulgent and self-centered when it came to the rest of the world. The voice and the act the same. The destination at risk being a home style family restaurant, now over there and entering into a door beneath a canopy. Not the main entrance but the kitchen! The staff busily darting about preparing a food under the direction of another whose official title was that of “Groiler?” Massive amounts of raw ground beef hanging from wire racks just to the side of a long charcoal fired grill patiently waiting for use. This man constantly checking the cooking of meat by dipping a little into the masses of the same and tasting it with similar aplomb of a wine connoisseur. Making sure that each of the restaurant’s creations was cooked just right. Then, becoming apparent that the only permissible into the dining room would be on the opposite side of the building. A short drive to park in the lot opposite to enter and find a couple of my party waiting at the table praying that Bill would not show up.

His found himself unexpectedly back at the ranch house living with his mother in her still in the prime of her youth. There was a man there who claimed that he was visiting from Israel. A smart ass mother fucker that acted with an unbelievable level of unbounded arrogance, as if he were a petty duke or a tyrannical king. He walked around with this intolerably superior attitude making demands as if he owned the place. The son at some point in time finding himself alone in the kitchen in earshot of voices behind a nearby closed door. The ringing male voice from within, unaware or simply uncaring. His mother had given a competent sales job in terms of how wonderful her boy was as a dutiful son. The other voice slyly playing her along to what seemed increasingly to a devious end. The flattering act barely concealing that something very bad was in the offing concealed by that door. Something, the suggestion of which, made the son’s blood begin to boil. An act that if revealed to plain sight would have cause this boy to kill the man abusing his mother on the spot. Some of the family artifacts pertaining to the achievements of the son now taken in outside that door carelessly handled and strewn about. A closer inspection showing that some had purposely been defaced to demonstrate this interloper’s underlying derision for this hosts. The door now open and the cad walking about the room as if in expectation of being graciously served in some way acting completely oblivious to the distress that he had caused. His nonchalance causing the son to suddenly blow his stack to which the lanky offender crawled immediately under the dining room table. The boy with a glass of sand in his hand threatening to dump it straight into this impudent rascal’s grinning face. The enraged son reciting a litany of many accusations come of the dire speculations wrought be the previous muffled dialogues overheard from behind that door. “You’re not going to get away with it!“, the boy crying out with full menace in his heart. A strange sense of inhibition felt by the boy stopping him short of any actual violent aggression. The son unexpectedly then recalling that he had just previously been that morning in a corner restaurant owned by this man’s close relatives. Somewhere despite a paucity of funds he had decided to buy a breakfast. The owners, his relatives, then demonstrating the same virulent ugly attitudes to those around them, whether they be customer or employee. The boy coming to the conclusion that this clan was vey adept at projecting their unreasonable behavior upon others that they abused while acting like they were the actual victim of same. That long practiced skill of ceding what by the standards of a host society any form of culpable guilt for their foul actions elsewhere. The connection now made that the larger society of movies and Internet and all things governmental of this current day likewise seemed to operate with the same sense of amoral bent. Something that no one dare seem to call out the reality of but just ignored its presence as if it never actually occurred? Something fundamental prevented the boy from avenging his mother’s disgrace at the hands of this weasel? An inhibition that magically prevented him from getting his hands on the guy and throttling him to an inch of his life! A form of lifelong programming enacted of his side of the species that caused him to be overly tolerant of this small group? God knows where or what what nursery school had occasioned this behavior to be implanted?

The era of the modern Kafka when it comes to ethics and the destruction of justice for the everyman. No one is going to go down with the ship, baby! They are just going to take the gold from its hold as it sinks in the drink. That’s what the legal profession does. “Oh, we have to have legal fees!” Something to keep the paper flowing and their mouths moving! That same old call to arms to have the requisite amount of money for the defense to defend one’s common rights. They scoundrels being double agents because they all worship as the same golden Babylonian idol of their supposed rivals. Because it;s all about money! The system steals the wealth from below on mere pretext of a too elastic of a law. And with this pretext simultaneously builds a bulwark to keep them from getting it back. “Otherwise!“, they snivel, “It would be chaos!” “It would be anarchy!” so wouldn’t it be lovely to take some of those massive estates with all their purloined treasures and chop them up for foreword to warm the homeless locked out on a freezing street? Burn the lot of them to the ground and mine out the money back from the safes hidden beneath the ashes of their foundations! Because these fuckers are never going to quit! They remain fucking human parasites dedicated now, as in millennia past, to infecting all then reaping the rewards format those same sorts of ashes. One better be in it for the species, for the human species is on the endangered list. Whatever the species they come from possessing horns and a tail. Given the constant atmosphere of unending destruction in boom and bust it seems to make some sense explaining the greater chaos. A species that has no love for humanity that after long practice in the art of persuasion, herds the rest of us yo be penned up within our daily unremitting toil. Entrancing the majority to value the fantasy of all things material above their own kind, promising an eternity of value. An eternity to be spent in a self-posed prison of foolish fantasies that enslave them in perpetual debt. The matter of true justice being up to those who finally fucking get it and pull their heads out of the gopher holes in the berry patch. All those plastic coated chassis from the same factories monthly soaking up the bank accounts of those that can only afford to lease them because all the rest of the members of their family, all combined, can barely make enough money to afford their weekly groceries and keep a roof over their heads. And for those sporting new George V three piece uniforms in the executive suite a little farther up the food chain, a bucket full of cold Michelob, and a hot chick to fuck in the ass on their sofa at halftime. That socially empowered female looking through the Bergdorf Goodman online catalog imaging all the dresses that he’ll buy her for the privilege of treating her like another dumb cow. But I will tell you what! It ain’t gonna last long! The rest of you breathing CO2 from those lofty balconies will soon be down in the prison without he rest of us. Then you too will know what it is to spread ’em on your hands and knees upon that cum drenched sofa!

Those SJW savants that rabble rouse the local communities of the institutionally dispossessed promoting their unending virtue with promises to the tune of the latest donations speeding the good word saying, “Without God, you won’t get very far!” But which god? All claiming outrage at seeing the little guy getting banged around as a matter of standard procedure. That permanent stain upon the ethnic community a likely place to preach virtue. Interesting to see these people as regular people just trying to do their best in a fractured non-culture that has been build up around them like a self-confining wall of a prison. A place where their children are held short as hostages of perpetually less than because they won’t do what so many other ethnicity’s in similar circumstances have down over the course of centuries. Their world within a world within same, the perfect place to promise and inch and walk away with a mile. Their camel’s blocked from the promise of waiting paradise by that square peg in a round hole. The narcoleptic fit of the current unnumbered sequel of the American Dream who too willingly go out each day to suffer more abuse without the backup of their own kind caught in the mantra of mindless soulless constant wrongs. The process of production no longer having anything to do with realistic output but simply keeping them too busy to care. “Let the rest of the planet do the stinky work!” We’ll mourn our true hero’s at the local bar. Or, whatever!

We, All Of Us, Have Become The . . .

When one goes out into the world each day in the sense of encountering some form of external challenge by way of radio TV or the Internet or an echo of same in so may cases before they even offer the first toe outside the covers chances are under fire of a singular group directed consensus. This is termed propaganda. That is modern life. Repeat anything endlessly and one is liable to begin to believe it. That is what is expected in maintaining all the simple mindsets and prejudices of a specific tribe that one is told that they belong in. That is the fundamental driver of modern society in a singular hierarchy of illusions. When the world was fragmentary in the eighteenth to nineteenth century that might have been based upon allusions where different groups having full sovereignty over their own territory also had respect based upon the ability to enact a force response to outsiders. The current world focused hegemony now in charge demanding an illusory sense of apples and oranges based overall conformity respecting no other viewpoint or opinion of life outside the one that it demands of its inmates. I say inmates and not citizens because citizens have the right to speak and independently think and act on those thoughts. Inmates do not and are there to follow orders either in a direct sense or by well-honed sensitivities inbred in childhood to not engage anything ‘hot‘.

The greatest taboo in this current scheme comes in daring to consider who in specific forms is at the basis of this empire! The simple answer of the moment at least in the American-sphere of Western governed societies is ‘the Jews’. The ‘Jews’ defined not so much as a definable boundary around a cult and its overt actions holding long-standing historical cohesive belief systems that daily motivate them to pull back from all others. But individuals of a group that form a special key club that all others are never given access to or allowed to institutionally influence. Consider the greatest ally of Judaism, the Nazis! A consciously focused projection of every possible evil act imaginable, much of it from current day actions of the authors of that ever growing mythos. And interestingly enough fostering the dissolving of any other national, religious or ethnic identities while denying any ability to call into question their own. A very simple and visual analogy explaining basic structure might be of a traveling team of acrobats that are adept at burglary by creating human pyramids when called upon to gain access. The effect of their growing presence in society having been proven by historical accounts to be likened to that of an infecting virus where this group inevitably always seeks independent control of the host culture by replicating its viewpoints and disrupting those of the society that they have invaded. No doubt stating this by this point raising trigger warnings in many readers who are probably fearful of allowing that as a self-proclaimed group they are beyond reproach if for nothing else their own shake and bake popularized history as the victim. But if one is ready to restrain their knee jerk reactions of brainwashing from TV/Movie/Media cradle to grave Liberal programming and observe actual names and stated affiliations in terms of membership in organizations and then research what these organizations actually do then another picture every much less comfortable to current consensus is liable to arise.

Though the herd instinct and tribalism in all its many forms is an essential inescapable human trait. No group or modern hegemony has ever been this successful in constantly infiltrating and converting a population simultaneously from the top down and the bottom up. The key point of entry being to be the source of all things illicit as well as its opposite. Experts at herding the herd by carrot and stick as their influence builds over a society. Some have coined this trait aptly as the Jewish Revolutionary Spirit. Something that is blatantly exposed in the public by its adherents in Socialism (i.e., Communism, Political Correctness, Cultural Marxism, Kalegi-ism, etc., etc.). One merely has to look up the names and the evolution of those that were responsible for creating them and their manifold corollaries of national and community based organizations and the important most influential host institutions that they infect. The main titles being Finance, Government, Media, Education, etc., etc. The safe term in public being ‘Liberal’. One cannot fault success or those that have mastered the same except when it becomes clear that they might find themselves the host being rapidly diminished by the parasite. The term parasite being when one organism is being invaded by another that simply takes resources but does not give anything in return that benefits the survival of the host. The result being that the host dies and the parasite jumps to another healthy candidate to begin the process anew. This can be seen historically time and again in the historically documented examples of France, Germany, Italy, Britain and of course, the USA to briefly name a significant few where indigenous society collapsed or is in the process of doing so. So, as one might expect a quick and useful summary of the symptoms one might quickly break down the standard techniques of this cult as applied to other culture in general:

1. A call for sympathy and compassion by the host posing as a perpetual victim posing no threat while begging aid both emotional and material support for their group at large.

2. A devious and duplicitous introduction of the forbidden that is chaotic and corruptive to the host while simultaneously pleading innocence to a concerted effort to substitute fantasy for reality through artful popular narratives.

3. Fragmenting the host by selectively marginalizing segments of the host society as they gain power in its affairs and then setting one group against the other so that they become unable to congeal any competing consensus.

4. Enlisting surrogates from opposing sides to act as enablers, adjudicators and servants to promote their dogmas and initiatives against other hosts while training them to revile any other mindset.

5. Slash and burn the host society until its ceases to be as a result of the purposefully inspired chaos and collapses. Then move on the the next one in the spirit of the Phoenix bird.

One mechanism that is evident within all such afflicted societies being the various initiatory lodges and community organizations that gather up the leading indigenous influencer’s of the host communities at a local level and then neutralize them as a threat to ending the ensuing chaos. Even a single facilitator working hand and glove to selectively disrupt at the local PTA being useful to the larger goals. The disunity that results not ironically the exact opposite of what they promise. This phenomena being one of incessantly projecting their own misdeeds publicly on those that oppose them or ‘Projection‘. Their techniques and agendas freely available in print as with the Communist Manifesto, Priories of Zion, Rules for Radicals, etc.. The key tool of the implanted social mindset that places emphasis upon concepts of from “those according to their ability to those according to their needs“and “the ends justifying the means” and “Whites are inherently Racists“. The constant call for Internationalism being their most significant strategy to negate all other identities beyond their own in importance.

The final word being to consider the terminology of ‘Jew‘ or its socially polite version of ‘Liberal‘. If anyone had substituted the term ‘White‘ for ‘Jew’ then for too many the outrage engendered might very well become the polar opposite in opinion. Something akin the mentioning ‘the Japanese‘, or ‘the French‘ or ‘the Germans‘ and so forth. Statements about groups that encompass same being understood not to unilaterally define all with a swash of paint from a single brush but inclusive of a general overall mentality just the same. The major irony that does define the argument of parasite and host being when the host takes on the viewpoints of the parasite diminishing them. That normalization suggesting that we in the West have become complicit in our own destruction as a definable society. We in that sense have all become ‘the Jews‘.

A Message To Those Officially On The Liberal Hate List

Everything considered ‘White’ is to be destroyed and replaced. All signs of European civility and culture and the legacy of history that accounts for it. That is what the future offered by the Left leaning Zionist powered Jewish liberals have brought to the United States since the beginning of the last century and before. The fact that such criticism is considered a crime shows the extent of the corrupting influence that their organized culture has wrought upon what might have been a enlightened genteel gentile society. Think of what sort of people would be so hateful as to harbor centuries of hatred for an imagined wrong according themselves a status far above all fellow humans as masters and all others mere animals useful only to their whim. Destroying all who would resist their evil intentions and then vilifying them by projecting their own crimes and intentions for carrying out same on these nations and their leaders. Those who cannot or will not read the record of events associated with these terrorists and their barbaric exploits recounted by many peoples that have endured their treachery are simply asking to become its victim. The world is entering a dark age where technology is already being used to govern treating mankind as a whole like commodities affording them no basic rights to be sovereign in their own land. When the ‘Whites’ have been eliminated then the groups that have been used as useful idiots to subsume them will suffer the same fate. One by one each culture will be dissolved and those remaining be considered as beasts. The end game of those with such wicked intentions being at some point an inevitable overreach and summary self-destruction. Those that bide their existence by the wishful record of past infamies expanded out into gigantic all consuming myths will eventually be swallowed by their own sick creations. Evil will consume evil and the world with or without mankind will right itself without any help of its misguided guests.

The great chaos of nature that the colonists faced several centuries back enshrined in the dwindling remembrance of a annual celebration of harvest home of just being found alive with a slim chance of perhaps being so in the future not too different than what so many face now. The perversity of those self-empowered with the notion of perpetual exploitation of their fellows no matter how all pervasive is in some respects not too different than the European born Pilgrims. Or in the same respects as the modern refugees transposed from their original homes by the despicable brutal mischief of greed and empire. The enforcement of 24/7 doom and gloom propaganda will not hold those of well-meaning intentions back from forging on with their lives and providing a future for their kith and kind. The evil cancer of those that would pervert that will in time fail and fall. It is the nature of the species of mankind to fail and struggle just like all other species of life. The element of hope and positive struggle for something better beyond just meaningless existence niggardly accorded by those who set themselves above all others will prevail.

Happy Thanksgiving!

The SJW Game

God save us from those that wish to save the world! They will inevitably have a well-hidden self serving motive that they bury in a fog of stern sanctity that they hope will fool all the suckers that they claim to save. Or worse yet! Actually might believe that they are chosen by their own self-appointed god to correct all the ills that others have wrought being lesser creatures unable to find the correct ways. Or maybe to atone for some long imagined internal shortcoming? Generally the former predominates over the later to be detriment of those that are expected to be eternally grateful to be saved. If not then they must be an enemy of all things good and righteously human. To the common sensibility that sort of mindset is a steaming pile of horse dung. The level of arrogance that is inferred by such an infernal posture is beyond insulting to the point of intolerable. Begging as part of its ruse a higher degree civility from those under attack than it deigns to offer. One expected to be thrown off guard by a attack then parry approach but return a nervous sense of unease rather than the slap back that it so richly deserves. A cheat after all is a cheat! And why? Can the unending fervor behind all this unbound energy to change be completely misaligned. This unshakeable belief being more in evidence of what one would consider in a group of religious fanatics. All the more curious since this group will not tolerate any other God but that mysterious one spouting its unending spew of unipolar rhetoric. Hardly surprising when one scratches the surface and sees its historical source in some age old continuum of vengeful retribution that clouds the judgment of the faithful like a blanket thrown over a horses head in the frenzied chaos of a barn on fire. In this case the burning referenced being that irrepressible desire for achieving a world revolution resulting in the complete sovereignty of the apex leading those tiresome God’s chosen. The same old story of practiced deceit spread again and again like a virus from those that perpetually work from within to corrupt their own faithful to continue on such an unwholesome mission against their fellow human beings.

If it all sounds like a bunch of hackneyed rhetoric layered upon ones ears like too many coats of varnish slathered on an old bedstead of deteriorated rotting wood. It is! Yet the continuing curse of tenuous civilization over history seems to favor such cliche’s much in the way that greed and avarice never seem to go out of style. Human nature being permanently susceptible to contamination in a biblical sense. And in fact, the old dusty volumes of the world’s religions act as playbooks of past scams that were successful for a while but as they always do eventually collapse leaving a short hiatus until the next round. If there are a pantheon of ever omnicient entities that govern such things they seem habitually fixed on the same old television channel. Welcome all to another round of Wheel of Fortune with your host Pat Sejack!

It’s Your Party, And We’ll Cry If We Want To!

– NEWS FLASH! – NEWS FLASH! – NEWS FLASH! – NEWS FLASH! –

I’m living in the neo-Liberal Gulag baby! And you are too! Except many of you are too dumb or educated to know or admit it! The perfect ‘WE’ is a financially orchestrated institution that puts out a lobby card of all the value and virtues of planting your wealth in terms of the hours you spend in your daily soulless toil. That virtual capital is then distributed by your betters to streamline the garbage pit of structures that oppress your daily existence. Oh, I’m wrong! Check out the amount of ‘money’ (ha ha ha) you pay in food, rent and taxes! You know that stuff on the plastic card that you never get to touch and is administered automatically for you as if you are some careless infant. Well, you are! Like the Lusitania trying to reach shore with a torpedo in its guts you’re just being driven down into Davy Jone’s locker that much faster! It’s a fuck you or be fucked universe and your children are being taught to eat you bones while they plot away after college in your basement! So ignore those NGO’s that the career thieves in Congress empower with appropriations of the amount of tax money (assumed debt!) that will drown your offspring’s children’s children will be under the burden to pay, or else. Check out the killer robots and drones that might arrive at their door if they don’t! Those devices don’t care about old impressions of the law and right and wrong as once seen in a pre-WWII movie with Jimmy Stewart! Elect your butt surfers to Congress because they don’t make mean tweets! Impeach that fat loud mouth  Mickey-D burger munching White man by any means possible and get a nice well-scrubbed Negro female to squat for the next eight years in his place. Forget those old dusty White Privilege tainted law books and always do what’s right just like we were told in school by that LGBT dildo for a baton waving teacher. Take down all that old signage publicly stating the uncomfortable and un-chic notion of borders, regional government and the individual sovereignty of a nation so we don’t have to feel guilty anymore. And let’s welcome everyone! It’s going to be your last party after all. And your funeral.

That Ignorant Old Jew Boy

There was recently an incident from ‘real’ life that in some respects had validated an old popular stereotype that today has been soundly quashed as a matter of internal social politics. Something that once was considered tolerable or even occasionally humorous in a time when stereotypes abounded and feelings were not made out of very fragile crystal glass. One that served to refresh one’s own experience of life in the most immediate terms that of course in the present era was considered unmentionable. They say that those that one dare not mention in public are the one’s that are in control. They also say at the same time in hushed tones that, “A tiger never changes its stripes!” Or equally that, “Once a Jew, always a Jew!” An anathema in our modern politically correct prison of corporate devised online hate speech monitored thought. The penalty for transgression, as laid down by our currently reigning one-eyed cyclops of daily doctored facts (AKA., the universal indentured corporate hegemony monopolized mass media) being an outing from society in general. The subsidiary penalties for this transgression to include: loss of job, permanent isolation from friends and family, continual social ostracizing; and for those who refuse to recant, a reputation permanently demeaned down to the status of their favorite anti-heroes, into the amoral basement of the Klan and the larger than life mythical Nazis. A place where one is from that point on thought to be a key player in the daily killing women and children in order to use their skins to construct abominable handcrafted lampshades. Be that as it may, that general sense of internal conversation still being free of monitoring by A.I. deep state operatives for the moment, allowing for a more universal hushed sense of total agreement by many others who have had similar dealings. The specter of world politics periodically providing a useful and informative primer in this regard.

I, in the approach of my old age had found affordable recreation in every Wednesday morning boarding public transit to travel to the city center to enjoy a free classical concert at lunchtime. From where I reside on the edge of the suburbs, the connection involved a short bus ride to the end of the western line and a fourteen mile long trip, station by station, across one of the lesser advantaged urban sections of the neighboring ‘rust belt’ metropolis that, over the course of a long life of varied circumstance, I have referred to as my home. The fact being, that like a significant number of others born into such circumstances, a place that I have periodically tried to physically escape from during that time. But eventually, time and again, found myself returning to like some Capistrano maddened bird. The main transfer point being a community afflicted with that politically mind rotting disease of blindly irrational Liberalism as first introduced in the Roosevelt era also known as that Socialist inspired dogma spewed ever since then by the exclusive fraternity born of the politically corrosive Frankfurt school. The dirty little secret lurking behind the same being the common a Ashkenazi origin of all these players within the most significant to the power structures of both Soviet Communism and its evil twin, Wall Street Capitalism. The most convenient term popularly recognized in our present modern era being, “Cultural Marxism.”

The daily gauntlet of these station stops leading into the business section of the metropolis around a half circle of elevated track then continuing due south into the center of the city’s black belt composed almost completely of strictly regimented city hall controlled Democratic voters. The politics of city long ceded to the hands of a tightly interwoven cadre of North Shore situated primarily Jewish overlords. The traditional most popularly employed minions of what is currently referred to today as “The Deep State.” Once again, be that as it may, this description offered merely as a backdrop to the tale. This travel being moderated by the time of day known as rush hours by the legion of professional classes composed of all race, color and creeds and relatively indistinguishable by the fact of all theoretically possessing good paying jobs. The stainless steel cabins known as rail cars fitted out with some sense of wicked perversity to only properly accommodate children or midgets, but not normal sized adult human beings. The daily detente of all entering to surrender their lives to a very informal type of cheek to cheek familiarity. Sometimes very pressingly so! All abiding by an unwritten code assuming that all are to give a little without seeming to take to much from their own reasonable creature comfort. Or at least, one would have thought!

As of late, based solely on my politically defamed visually verifiable PC moderated demographic as an “old white male patriarch“, I had been increasingly singled out for aggressive intimidation by angry financially dispossessed black vagrants to the point of extreme that others coincidentally of the same genetic heritage had come to my aid unsolicited. Something that though distressing seemed to be occasionally part and parcel of my weekly travel experience. The reigning climate of “Hate Has No Home Here” inbred hatred of resident non-Liberals softening the polices of local community policing what in the old days would have been referred to as ‘beggars’, ‘bums‘ and ‘wackos‘. The level of civility customary in that pre-Millennia era taking care of the rest. Unfortunately, hubris and the vainglorious notion nursed since birth of being member of a preeminent cult of God’s chosen now unchained by the taxonomy of the extreme sentiments of a prevailing far Left. A gray tinged curly locked gentleman arriving before me carelessly crowding the empty seat beside me with both his backpack and briefcase roughly jammed into my side. There he stood, bent over seemingly proposed, staring forward into the resources of his offending bindles exuding an air of pleasurable indifference to his role in my plight. My own facial expression exhibiting a terse but silent call for the alleviation of this invasion. I figuring that once he deposed his kit that he would remove them to his lap as required by signage and periodic computer voiced invocations. At that point, the usual customary sense of travel decorum would be observed.

WRONG!

Instead, like one of these larger than life Shoah bound Holocaust administrators attired solely in black with death heads he jammed himself down and straight into me. Perhaps at this juncture for the sake of clarity I might recall one particular cinematic feature film moment when in the movie, “300“, the tight phalanx of bare body muscular Spartan males push hard in football linebacker fashion to physically propel many times their number out of the pass. That seemed mild when compared the effort expended by my new traveling companion. It was obvious that he, in his unique way, had taken a shine to me in particular. Though not sporting a one inch square mustache or fundamentalist Christian neat bow tie, I had to assume that my Day Glow green cap and dark sunshades must have sparked some offense within the pulsating expanse of his Hebrew mindset. Could it be that he had seen some Chabadnik artist’s faithful rendition of a Pentatuch based visage of that hated Babylonian Haman and found that it resembled me? Could it be that on the way to Hebrew school as a little boy some offending Goy had menaced him by casting a glance at his yarmulke in passing on the side walk and smiled in what he felt was a superior manner? A manner that the Rabbi had just previously lectured upon specifically noting in a summary chapter of the Talmud in which he outlined how those of European Christian descent were the natural aggressors against Askhenzum Jews. Of could it be that my attitude was not immediately subservient enough to his liking? The penalty imposed by him for my imagined transgressions be a stiff onslaught of elbow, knee and shoulder. Something that after a while of being cast in a dilemma of truing to gracefully suffer in silence, I at the third stop voicing the fact of his assault vocally protested asking at the end for some reasonable detente. His response being a self-righteous victim voiced exclamation that I should, “Close Your Legs!” The audience of I-phone fanciers crowded closely about hardening their gaze into their respective screens obviously trying not to take notice of this unseemly tempest of antsy words exchanged. The last benediction offered being a vociferously voiced, “You’re a big asshole!” Something that I have to claim ownership to.

From that point on the long progression of some seventeen stops was a silent cold war of occasional tactile micro-agression’s with electronic tablet and phone suffered over the hotly contested battle lines of too little space. The description of same not worth noting beyond a simple degree of pettiness for little tricks continually played by my unwanted companion. His ego fully engaged in a Masada-like struggle to not be pushed around like the stereotype of perennial innocent victim that the media had from its movie business inception worked hard to promote. At every stop as the rocking of the car slowed my inner seismic monitor judging the amount of counter pressure to exert to stay in place without being pushed into the other passenger next to me. Several times along the way carefully considering whether I should allow my own steaming caldron of personal justice to raise to a vigorous boil and physically demonstrate my pique or just bear up until my stop and quietly exist without comment. The countdown of stations down to the final three before my own point of exit I resolved to favor the later. At the next station just ahead, my own personal gadfly ceremoniously rose out of his seat and replaced his toys. Some of which he had made sure to make intimate contact with my own frame with during the duration of the trip. Then, standing in an attitude of self-righteousness obviously copped from some lecture on the successor to Moses, Joshua and began to verbally weave what I can only suggest was his intelligent ‘Tough Urban Jew‘ speech. One that in hindsight I surmise I was supposed to be intellectually intimidated by while feeling righteously called out and publicly demeaned. Instinctively, I turned with a smile and shrug of the shoulder to another passenger, then turned back and provided my amusement to what for me was a pathetic display of arrogance. My own verbal response being that he might not consider trying such tricks on a regular basis as not everyone was a nice as I had been. His facial expression now aflame with further outrage as he verbally attempted to regain the summit of animal superiority. The doors to his stop opening up and he striding forward as the eternally righteous offspring of Jehovah having smite’d another Philistine. My only comment offered at his leaving being . . .

GOOD RIDDENS!