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Oh, I remember that bickering, shuffling crowd and those forever nights so long ago. We all marched along, sometimes stumbling, but ever forward we went — never stopping, never thinking, never saying no.
It was never a silent crowd, by any stretch. Although most just grumbled far too quietly to be heard by anyone but their closest neighbors, still quite a few raised their voices loudly and indignantly over the least little thing. Usually, I had no idea what was shouted because I had long since tired of listening to it. Yet, I do remember that almost all the marchers stridently insisted that we continue the course we were on and those who disagreed were shouted down as misguided, evil or derisively hooted into embarrassed silence as crazy.
And I was never exactly sure of the shape to that marching crowd. Most thought it to be widely amorphous and impossible to measure, but the only thing I was ever sure about was that we were all marching forward, towards some final destination, of what no one seemed to really know.
Often, I gave thought to the further sides, maybe off someplace to the left or right of me. But never could I see much other than all the bobbing, gibbering heads that surrounded me in the darkened gloom. Likewise, it was dangerous to turn around and go backwards — the pressing legions behind would quickly overwhelm you and grind you into the ground.
by James Bronson
There once was a college freshman named George who thought he knew it all. One night over dinner, George got into an argument with his father. The argument began when the young student tried to explain to his father that as White people, they should be held accountable for all the evils that they had inflicted upon non-Whites throughout history. George explained: “Because of European racism, we stole the Indians’ land, we held blacks in slavery, we persecuted the Jews, and we plundered the environment. We’ve been oppressive racists for thousands of years so it’s only fair that we pay economic reparations for all the harm we’ve done to the world. I’m pleased to see that we are ending our political and economic domination of the oppressed peoples.”
George’s dad was shocked to hear such talk. “Who put such commie-pinko nonsense into your head, boy? Did one of your sandal-wearing hippie college professors teach you that?” the father asked.
To which the son replied: “That’s the truth dad. My anthropology professor, Dr. Irving Silverstein, says so. He ought to know. Dr. Silverstein is a well-respected Ph.D. People of your generation just don’t understand because you were raised in a White supremacist, racist society. That’s why I’ve come to admire Dr. Rev. Martin Luther King as the greatest man in American history. He stood up to the racists of your generation. Because of him, my generation of White kids is completely color blind.”
The father angrily replied: “That’s bull****! I’ve always been fair-minded and tolerant of people from all backgrounds and races. I haven’t ‘oppressed’ anybody, and furthermore there’s nothing wrong with being proud of one’s own people, including the European race of people. Your race is in your blood. It’s like an extension of your biological family and you ought to be proud of your European heritage and identity, just like every other racial group in America is proud of its. Why is it OK for them to have a strong sense of racial identity but it’s evil for us Europeans to feel that way?”
Here’s a portion of what George Lincoln Rockwell had to say in his book “White Power!”
In the Old Testament, we can read the story of a typical Jewish operation in any nation they invade. Jews almost always come to a new nation as hapless “refugees,” or prisoners and slaves (having had “difficulties” with their previous hosts).
So it was in ancient Egypt.
A Jew named Joseph was out tending sheep. His brothers were at first going to kill him for his “coat-of-many-colours” and threw him into a pit. (Genesis, 37) But then some Midianite slave traders happened along and we learn in verses 26 and 27 that these Jews decided it was wasteful just to kill their brother, when they could SELL him for a profit.
So his own Jewish brothers sold Joseph as a slave for twenty pieces of silver, and Joseph wound up an Egyptian slave.
In Genesis 39:6, we find Joseph doing such a good job of running an Egyptian household as a slave that the master makes him the “overseer.” In verse 6, the Jewish slave has become so indispensable to the Egyptian master that Joseph is made the boss of the entire Egyptian household.
But Joseph gets in difficulty with the Egyptian’s wife. She claims he tried to rape her. Joseph claims, innocently, that she tried to rape him. (Genesis 39: 12)
Don’t let these young, smarmy Jewish faces fool you for a minute: Should you say one thing against illegal immigration or even about the evils of the State of Israel; these faces would quickly twist into utter hatred – as they curse you for being a ”Xenophobe,” ”Nativist” and, of course, the usual “Nazi” BS they spit at the drop of a hat. People, that’s the deal they have going on our heads, anymore. Because of their atavistic hatred of us White Goyim (their own slander for ANY non-Jew), they seek to break the White racial backbone of the very same country that once fought against Hitler in WWII!*
Let’s say your name is Bob and you have a nice big house in a pleasant, quiet neighborhood. You also have a beautiful wife and a couple of kids, who might sometimes be a little too punk-ass liberal but are otherwise OK. You have a good job and also a lot of nice things: a 72″ Plasma Hi-Def TV, a killer sound-system, nice clothes and furniture. Life is good.
One day, your wife gets a phone call from her mother. Seems like your brother-in-law, Dupree, has been mercilessly kicked out of yet another marriage, another house – for no good reason, they all say – and needs a place to stay. The wife pleads with you to take him in. So you buckle and go along. You put Dupree up in that new room you just built for yourself and your hobbies – hoping things will only be temporary.
Soon, your daughter and son make good friends with Dupree and are always hanging out with him doing something or other. Just what, you have little idea. Your wife also has taken a renewed shine to him. It’s cool. Dupree does have a good sense of humor and all. But when something comes up at the dinner table and you take one side to it, all of them seem to take Dupree’s cool and iconoclastic view on the matter.
They’ve also sweet-talked you into running all your stock and money market accounts through Dupree’s Uncle Greenspan’s financial business (he’s so smart about such things) and he’s guaranteed you so many fine returns. Soon your entire household budget is also managed by him. And he’d never screw you – he’s kind of family, right?
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