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Monday, June 30, 2008
The Ghost of Tom Joad
[This wandered in off the internet. It's from a site called Whiskey and Gunpowder, and while yes, the name "Kunstler" can be Jewish, it isn't necessarily. - HAC]
A catastrophe for Iowa farmers will not be just a catastrophe for Midwestern Americans. In the Iowa floods, we’ll see more evidence of how the problems of weird weather (climate change) combine and ramify the problems associated with Peak Oil. In this particular case they lead to an inflection point sometime around the 2008 harvest season, which will also be our time of political harvest.
These are not your daddy’s or granddaddy’s floods. These are 500-year floods, events not seen before non-Indian people started living out on that stretch of the North American prairie. The vast majority of homeowners in Eastern Iowa did not have flood insurance because the likelihood of being affected above the 500-year-line was so minuscule — their insurance agents actually advised them against getting it.
The personal ruin out there will be comprehensive and profound, a wet version of the 1930s Dust Bowl, with families facing total loss and perhaps migrating elsewhere in the nation because they have no home to go back to.
Iowa in 2008 will be an even slower-motion disaster than Hurricane Katrina in 2005. Beyond the troubles of 25,000 people who have lost all their material possessions is a world whose grain reserves stand at record lows. The crop losses in Iowa will aggravate what is already a pretty dire situation. So far, the U.S. public has experienced the world grain situation mainly in higher supermarket prices.
Cheap corn is behind the magic of the American processed food industry — all those pizza pockets and juicy-juice boxes that frantic Americans resort to because they have no time between two jobs and family-chauffeur duties to actually cook (note: reheating is not cooking).
Behind that magic is an agribusiness model of farming cranked up on the steroids of cheap oil and cheap natural-gas-based fertilizer. Both of these “inputs” have recently entered the realm of the non-cheap. Oil-and-gas-based farming had already reached a crisis stage before the flood of Iowa. Diesel fuel is a dollar-a-gallon higher than gasoline. Natural gas prices have doubled over the past year, sending fertilizer prices way up. American farmers are poorly positioned to reform their practices. All that cheap fossil fuel masks a tremendous decay of skill in husbandry. The farming of the decades ahead will be a lot more complicated than just buying X amount of “inputs” (on credit) to be dumped on a sterile soil growth medium and spread around with giant diesel-powered machines.
Like a lot of other activities in American life these days, agribusiness is unreformable along its current lines. It will take a convulsion to change it, and in that convulsion it will be dragged kicking-and-screaming into a new reality. As that occurs, the U.S. public will have to contend with more than just higher taco chip prices. We’re heading into the Vale of Malthus — Thomas Robert Malthus, the British economist-philosopher who introduced the notion that eventually world population would overtake world food production capacity. Malthus has been scorned and ridiculed in recent decades, as fossil fuel-cranked farming allowed the global population to go vertical. Techno-triumphalist observers who should have known better attributed this to the “green revolution” of bio-engineering. Malthus is back now, along with his outriders: famine, pestilence, and war.
We’re headed, it seems, toward a fall “crunch time,” and that crunching sound will not be of cheese doodles and taco chips consumed on the sofas of America. I think we’re heading into a season of hoarding. As the presidential campaign moves into its final round, Americans may be hard up for both food and gasoline. On the oil scene, the next event on the horizon is not just higher prices but shortages. Chances are they will occur first in the Southeast states because oil exports from Mexico and Venezuela feeding the Gulf of Mexico refineries are down more than 30 percent over 2007.
Saudi Arabian Oil Is Simply Not Enough
Saudi Arabia has recently decided to up its oil production. But the paltry amount the Saudi Kingdom has offered is hardly enough to slake our thirst.
What has happened to all the oil? We’ve been sold a bill of goods in one of the biggest hoaxes in history.
Perhaps more ominous is the discontent on the trucking scene. Truckers are going broke in droves, unable to carry on their business while getting paid $2,000 for loads that cost them $3,000 to deliver. In Europe last week, enraged truckers paralyzed the food distribution networks of Spain and Portugal. The passivity of U.S. truckers so far has been a striking feature of the general zombification of American life. They might continue to just crawl off one-by-one and die. But it’s also possible that, at some point, they’ll mount a Night-of-the-Living-Dead offensive and take their vengeance out on “the system” that has brought them to ruin. America has only about a three-day supply of food in any of its supermarkets.
The yet-more-ominous thing here is that shortages of food and oil are two fiascos that are pretty clearly predictable for the second half of the year. That’s bad enough without figuring in the “unknowns” that could kick up American hardship a few more notches. The hurricane season just got underway — obscured for the moment by the bigger weather story in Iowa. The fate of the banks is a train wreck still waiting to happen. As it occurs — also heading into the high political and hurricane seasons — we could find ourselves not only a nation wet, hungry, and out-of-gas, but also completely broke. I’m just sorry that Tim Russert will not be here to talk us through it all.
Regards, James Howard Kunstler
Greg’s Endnote: The current food and gas crises that we’re going through are certainly troubling. But that’s not all we’re facing. Just yesterday we saw the Dow have its worst day of the year so far. That just shows that we’re not out of the woods yet. There are still five more potential shocks that could bring the entire market down. If you’re not prepared for these events, you could become swallowed along with the rest of Wall Street.
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Barack Hussein Obama may be constitutionally ineligible for election to the Presidency of the United States, because he was not born in this country and he is not a U. S. citizen. His alleged birth certificate is not certified as authentic, and appears to be a photoshopped fake.
As much as I hate to give credit to the Noseboys for anything, we have some Jews in Israel to thank for turning this one up. A hebe named Ruven Korat, to be specific. It is well to recall that the Jews as a whole don't seem to be buying into the Funky Monkey's sudden convenient conversion to Zionism and his passionate vow to nuke Iran into molten glass 20 minutes after plunking his baby-shit brown butt down in the Oval Office. Most Jews seem to prefer the old neocon team who have served them so well for the last seven years, and who would of course be continued in power through a Potato Head presidency.
Check out my main Red Sea pedestrian Ruven's article at
This story, will, of course, simply vanish off the radar after a day or two, down the Obama-worshipping media's apparently bottomless Memory Hole. But it's interesting to note that the whole Barack Obama experience is starting to develop this odd fabricated air about it, like a Macy's parade balloon that's sprung a leak and is starting to deflate and drag the ground.
"The real owners are the big wealthy business interests that control things and make all the important decisions. Forget the politicians, they're an irrelevancy. The politicians are put there to give you the idea that you have freedom of choice. You don't. "You have no choice. You have owners. They own you. They own everything. They own all the important land. They own and control the corporations. They've long since bought and paid for the Senate, the Congress, the statehouses, the city halls. They've got the judges in their back pockets. And they own all the big media companies, so that they control just about all of the news and information you hear. "They've got you by the balls. They spend billions of dollars every year lobbying lobbying to get what they want. Well, we know what they want; they want more for themselves and less for everybody else.
"But I'll tell you what they don't want. They don't want a population of citizens capable of critical thinking. They don't want well-informed, well-educated people capable of critical thinking. They're not interested in that. That doesn't help them. That's against their interests. They don't want people who are smart enough to sit around the kitchen table and figure out how badly they're getting fucked by a system that threw them overboard 30 years ago.
"You know what they want? Obedient workers people who are just smart enough to run the machines and do the paperwork, but just dumb enough to passively accept all these increasingly shittier jobs with the lower pay, the longer hours, reduced benefits, the end of overtime and the vanishing pension that disappears the minute you go to collect it. "Now, they're coming for your Social Security. They want your fucking retirement money. They want it back, so they can give it to their criminal friends on Wall Street. And you know something? They'll get it. They'll get it all, sooner or later, because they own this fucking place. It's a big club, and you ain't in it. You and I are not in the big club.
"This country is finished." -George Carlin (1937 - 2008)
Looks like Bart Simpson may get his monkey-man after all.
The Washington Post tells us: "It has been 50 years since scientists first created DNA in a test tube, stitching ordinary chemical ingredients together to make life's most extraordinary molecule. Until recently, however, even the most sophisticated laboratories could make only small snippets of DNA -- an extra gene or two to be inserted into corn plants, for example, to help the plants ward off insects or tolerate drought. Now researchers are poised to cross a dramatic barrier: the creation of life forms driven by completely artificial DNA."
"Scientists in Maryland have already built the world's first entirely handcrafted chromosome -- a large looping strand of DNA made from scratch in a laboratory, containing all the instructions a microbe needs to live and reproduce. In the coming year, they hope to transplant it into a cell, where it is expected to boot itself up," (In six days, perhaps, with the scientists resting on the seventh day?) "like software downloaded from the internet, and cajole the waiting cell to do its bidding. And while the first synthetic chromosome is a plagiarized version of a natural one, others that code for life forms that have never existed before are already under construction."
I.e. Bart Simpson's monkey-man. Or Pegasus, the Winged Horse. Or somebody might decide he wants to see some Ewoks from the Star Wars movie series. Or maybe sell clones of famous actresses as sex slaves with canine or feline-level brains to get around all the civil rights crap. Or make the monster from Alien. Make aqua men with gills who can live at the bottom of the sea. Or create a whole race of fairies or elves or hobbits. Or real live atomic fire-breathing dragons that can level small towns. Or make a Golem of Prague for a wealthy rabbi to use as his personal assassin. Or whatever else weird mess some crazed egghead wants to do, or what some wretch or criminal or Jew with too much money is willing to pay to have done.
On this web site we have already mentioned the impending advent of scientifically engineered immortality, or lifespan so greatly extended as to amount to the same thing, and asked the question: in a politically correct society, who gets to be immortal?"
Now we need to ask ourselves, "In a politically correct society, who gets to play God and make new beings?" And what kind of new life forms will the Hillary Clintons and Barbra Streisands and Dick Cheneys of the world order to be made?
This one is pretty damned chilling. The Slow Coming Dark is descending, people, make no mistake.
TV 7's website reports: "A Louisiana teenager has been indicted on federal hate-crime and conspiracy charges after police say he drove past a crowd of civil rights protesters with two nooses hanging from the back of his pickup. Eighteen-year-old Jeremiah Munsen was arrested after the incident last September in Alexandria, Louisiana. The marchers had taken part in a demonstration on behalf of the so-called Jena Six, a-half dozen black high schoolers regarded as unfairly prosecuted in the beating of a white student. Munsen was initially booked on state charges of inciting a riot, driving while intoxicated and contributing to the delinquency of a 16 year-old boy who was riding with him in the pickup. Protest co-organizer Al Sharpton says he hopes the federal indictment means the Justice Department now takes 'hangman's nooses and hate crimes more seriously.'"
People, we need to understand what is going on here. It's official now: hatecrime no longer consists of any kind of act, however drunken or violent. Hatecrime now covers acts of symbolic speech and protest, the very kinds of speech that the Constitition was designed to protect. Even the pretense that hatecrime involves an actual crime has now been dropped. No one has even suggested that this kid attacked anyone, threw anything out of the truck, or even was speeding. Unless you want to count the possibly bogus drunk driving rap, which may still be technically necessary for a hatecrime charge and may be disregarded. This boy is looking at years in federal prison for an act of political speech, for publicly mocking the mighty Al Sharpton. Years in federal prison for his thoughts.
What's next? What else will the government decide constitutes a hatecrime? Sending a donation to David Duke? Buying one of David Duke's books? Owning a Northwest independence novel? Posting to Stormfront or Truth Commission? Driving around with a Ron Paul for President sticker on your car?
It's coming, people. The total surveillance state and Big Brother (and I do mean Bruthuh) is coming.
The Brigade - Chapter XVII. - Taking Down Tinsel Town
No, no, they do but jest, poison in jest; no offence i’ the world.
Hamlet – Act III, Scene 2
On a dark night in the following January, a high-level NVA conference convened in a private home in Westport, Oregon. Present were Red Morehouse, First Brigade Commandant Tommy Coyle with both of his urban battalion COs Bud Lawlor and Larry Donner, as well as Second Brigade Commandant Harry Hannon with his two battalion captains Mark Conway and Art McNeill. Lieutenant Wayne Hill and Lieutenant Charlie Randall represented the Third Section, with a nervous Captain Zack Hatfield and Lieutenant Charlie Washburn of Third Battalion acted as Mine Hosts. Once the men were all seated in the capacious living room of the safe house, and mugs of coffee or soft drinks distributed all around, Red opened the meeting. “Everything copacetic in the neighborhood, Zack?” he asked.
“We’ve got almost forty Volunteers outside and up and down the road, and patrolling the woods around and about,” Hatfield told them, taking his seat and taking off his broad-brimmed hat. “I’m not taking any chances. We made a concealed stand up on that little bluff behind us, and we’ve got a specially mounted twin M-60 rig and a couple of crack riflemen with infrared night sights in case any helicopters try to buzz us, but with all due respect, sir, I think we need to get through whatever it is you need to get done, and then break this up. I’m not happy about having this many of our people in one place, especially this many senior officers. The Wild Bunch has pretty much put the fear of God into anybody who might be inclined to drop a dime on us, but with this many bodies there’s bound to be some kind of accidental observation the longer we stay here, if only from Eye In The Sky satellites with infrared heat sensors. They can always send a Predator drone out here just on spec. I know you well enough not to have to say this, but this had better be important enough to justify this kind of risk.”
“It is,” Morehouse assured him. “All right, let’s get on with it, then. You all understand, I’m speaking for the Army Council now. I am going to be detailing a major strategic initiative, and the words top secret don’t even begin to cover the security we have to maintain on this until we’re ready to pop the top. First the bad news, and that is that I’m going to have to ask you guys for some of your best men, at least two dozen of them, maybe more, to be sent on detached duty for an undetermined amount of time. After a lot of consideration, the Portland brigades have been selected to put together a special active service unit for a series of highly sensitive and risky operations, the first extensive campaign the NVA has mounted outside the Northwest Homeland itself. The name of this unit will be Task Force Director’s Cut. Its mission will be to neutralize one of the prime weapons that ZOG has in this war, which is the Hollywood movie, media, and entertainment industry, and to render that industry as useless to the enemy as we can possibly accomplish. Put bluntly, we are going down to Hollywood, and we are going to take the Dream Machine apart at the seams.”
There was a low round of chuckles and approving grunts and comments. “Do we get to volunteer?” asked Conway. “I need to work on my tan.”
“I’ll need a cover job as a waiter or a soda jerk so I can be discovered by a big Jew producer,” said Lawlor. “Full frontal nudity is no problem.”
“I get dibs on wasting that obnoxious hebe Bert Steinfeld,” said McNeill, naming a well-known Hollywood leading man of the Mosaic persuasion who claimed to be a karate black belt and former Green Beret, a claim disputed by the United States Army, and who specialized in tough-yet-sensitive cop roles where he and his black or female or gay sidekick beat up on wicked white racists of various kinds while laying on snappy witticisms and one-liners.
“That’s one reason we’re here, to start working out the nuts and bolts,” said Morehouse. “Gentlemen, I don’t have to tell you that ever since the invention of the motion picture over a century ago, the movie industry has been the most completely Jewish field of private enterprise in the world, with the exception of international banking and the stock exchange. Even today, Yiddish is considered to be Hollywood’s second language. Literally so. It is spoken regularly on movie lots and sound sets, and in every office and casting department and boardroom. The senior executive office complex of every major production studio contains a private synagogue or chapel called a mincha, with one or more rabbis attached, as well as special glatt kosher catering facilities and kitchens. Entire boards of directors in Hollywood and also at their parent companies in New York sometimes hold Jewish religious services prior to meetings. Every crucial, non-technical job on the business and creative end of any major movie is either held by a Jew or is in the power of a Jew, from the studio heads, the producers and the directors, down to the scriptwriters, the casting directors, the agents, the accountants, and anything to do with the money. Even in areas that seem to be controlled by Gentiles, you will find that somewhere along the line during the process, Jews have crucial input and veto power. This control by the Tribe is pervasive and complete, and it extends into television as well, with the exception of two of the major cable networks, which are heavily Jewish in their senior personnel but are owned by consortiums of super-wealthy Protestant evangelical Christians of the Israel-worshipping, neo-Zionist persuasion, major neocons and Republican party backers, who are in their own way even more poisonous in their evil than the Jews themselves, because they have no excuse for turning on their own blood.
“I do not need to tell you of the terrible and largely irreversible damage that Hollywood has done to the white race and to Western civilization over the past century. For four generations, the international bankers and the corrupt politicians have committed unspeakable crimes against humanity, especially the war after war after bloody war they have plunged our people into for Jewry’s sake, but it is Hollywood and Hollywood’s mutant bastard spawn television that has made the white people of America and the world swallow these atrocities and actually support them with enthusiasm. It is Hollywood that has spent the past 50 years pushing every conceivable kind of perversion of body and mind down the throats of white people. It is Hollywood that has turned the loathsome practice of homosexuality into something cute and trendy, the subject for silly jokes, when it is in fact a poison of the very soul. It is Hollywood that has turned white women as portrayed on film into either mindless sex objects, or else de-gendered, masculinized, man-hating neurotics. It is Hollywood that has poisoned the minds and broken the spirits of generation after generation of white children who are now beyond recovery, and turned them into whiggers. "The bankers have stolen our money. The federal government of the United States has stolen our lives and our freedom and soaked the earth with Aryan blood, spilled to save a filthy race of Asiatic parasites. But Hollywood has stolen our peoples’ minds and souls, and in some ways that makes Hollywood more evil to my mind even than the sinks of iniquity centered in New York and Washington, D.C. Comrades, we will go down to southern California, we will grip this monster by the throat, and we will cut its heart out!” There was a cheer from around the table; the men found the project to their liking. “At this point I’ll turn the floor over to Lieutenant Hill,” said Morehouse.
“Thank you, Red, and isn’t this a great audience in our studio tonight?” There was a chuckle from the assembled men. “I need to begin by explaining just what has precipitated this operation, which by the way, has been designated Operation We Are Not Amused,” said Hill. There was more laughter. “Obviously, any revolutionary movement within North America has to deal with the Hollywood problem at some point or other, and it’s always been on our back burner, even back in the pre-10/22 days of the old Party. But for the past several years, our main problem has been survival on the streets of our own land. Although we have taken on the printed and electronic local media here in the Pacific Northwest and largely neutralized them as an effective weapon for the occupiers, we haven’t had the time and the manpower and the resources to go for the very root of the problem, that cesspool down in Los Angeles. "That’s changing now. It’s pretty obvious that barring some catastrophic event, the NVA is here to stay as a permanent feature of Northwest life, and for us, to survive is eventually to win. The time has come for us to take our offensive for balance in the media right into the belly of the Beast.
“As odd as it may seem, in view of the rubbish they put on the tube about us every night, we’ve actually been surprised by just how relatively restrained the reaction of the Hollywood establishment has been to events in the Northwest. Restrained by their standards, anyway. The news programming originating outside the Northwest is pure government propaganda, of course, since they think we can’t get at them in New York or Atlanta or Los Angeles. Especially the cable TV talking heads. We get the sarcastic needling jokes by the late night celebrity show hosts, and there have been a few television episodes in various series dealing with the main characters fighting wicked racism in the Northwest and heroically saving cute little black babies and kiddies in yarmulkes from the Satanic racist revolt during the Sixteen Days, that kind of moo, but all things considered, the treatment that we’ve gotten at Hollywood’s hands hasn’t been nearly as vile an outpouring of hysterical hatred and incitement as we might have expected.”
“Yeah, I kind of noticed that myself,” spoke up Donner. “They’re just being snide and vicious, not full-bore screaming. Why do you think that is, Lieutenant?”
“A couple of subtle and complex reasons,” said Hill seriously. “First, we need to realize that Hollywood is not a monolith. As in all empowered élites, there are a number of competing and antagonistic factions within the top echelons, bitter personal feuds and conflicts of interest, and all kinds of wheels within wheels. Mostly these factions are concerned with personal prestige and wealth, and the acquisition and use of what was, up until Coeur d’Alene, real power in this society, i.e. media power, money power, and political power emanating from La Cesspool Grande on the Potomac. There are a lot of people of power in Hollywood, men and women, Jewish and otherwise, who are genuinely opposed to President Clinton and her clique for a wide variety of reasons, some ideological, others personal. [Author's note: This was obviously written before the advent of the Funky Monkey. Oh, well, one can't be prophetic all the time. - HAC] "You will notice that the slant of some of these television shows that have in fact come out over the past two years about events in the Northwest have not been so much about how wicked and evil we are—that’s taken as a given in the Hollywood ethos and our people are portrayed as simple stereotype villains—but how bumbling and incompetent and compromised Hillary and her government and her FBI are in the face of their increasingly obvious inability to do anything about us. There are also a lot of people in the industry who are really concerned that Hillary is going to throw the Constitution out the window and set up what amounts to a Presidency for Life.”
“Word is she’s going to put Chelsea in the Oval Office to warm her seat for her, while Mommy Dearest keeps on calling the shots,” said Morehouse. “I don’t know, though. Chelsea is so completely hopeless that I’m not sure the Sea Hag could get even this brain-dead electorate to swallow her.”
“Sir, you’re talking about a nation of people who actually re-elected George W. Bush in 2004, when everyone knew perfectly well that he had lied to the whole country to make up an excuse to invade Iraq and begin this horror show in the Middle East that hasn’t left us since then,” Hatfield reminded him. “There is no limit to the stupidity of the American electorate.”
“Point taken, Cap,” said Morehouse with a chuckle. “But Lieutenant Hill is correct in that so long as we don’t start shooting them, there are empowered people in Hollywood who, although they would never come right out and say it, don’t really mind having us around as a stick to beat Hillary with. They have fallen into the error of believing their own stereotypes about us. They don’t take us seriously and in the insulated, incestuous and self-absorbed world of Hollywood, it’s simply inconceivable to the empowered élite that we can win, so they don’t see us as a long-term threat to their own wealth and position.”
“But now we are about to start shooting them,” Harry Hannon interjected.
“And that’s another reason I think they’ve gone comparatively lightly on us since 10/22,” said Morehouse. “I said that the Hollywood élite don’t take us seriously as a long-term existential threat to their world, but remember, they live in a kind of money-fortified Green Zone down there, surrounded by criminals, junkies, black and Mexican and Vietnamese gang-bangers, and psychos of every stripe. Men with guns they can wrap their minds around. These people aren’t fools, comrades, and like all Jews they have a very highly developed personal sense of danger awareness and an almost instinctive threat assessment. They understand that we don’t like them or their filthy movies and boob tube, and that it wouldn’t take much provocation for us to come down there out of our northern forests and take a crack at them.”
“From the fury of the Northmen, good Lord deliver us?” said Hatfield.
“Exactly,” said Hill, nodding in agreement. “They’re taking precautions, against us and against their own environment, which ironically they have helped to create with their own crapulence. One of the biggest industries right now in Tinseltown is high-powered and discreet bodyguarding, personal, home, and corporate security. If you’re an ex-cop or ex-FBI you can write your own ticket down there. The stars’ homes have been fortified for years anyway, because of stalkers and gang-bangers and the general parade of lunatics that comes out under every southern California full moon, but now every studio and every lot and every office building in the industry is almost like Stalag Thirteen, surrounded by electrified fences and razor wire, with checkpoints and armies of hired goons patrolling the grounds, guard dogs, security clearances for various levels of employees, electronic surveillance everywhere, you name it.”
“But it’s not just simple fear that’s made Hollywood go a little easy on us so far,” Red Morehouse said. “I don’t want to get metaphysical, but Hollywood has always been the American ruling establishment with its heart on its sleeve, and southern California has always taken point in the culture wars, openly and brazenly, so you can read them like a book. And I can sense a deep and definite malaise. The Jewish and liberal establishment down there is not just afraid, they’re puzzled, disturbed, confused. They don’t know what to make of us quite yet. They’ve never seen white men act like this before—hell, no one in living memory has seen white men act like this before. Comrades, even if we were all wiped out tomorrow, the NVA has managed to achieve one incredible accomplishment, something that for the entire twentieth century, no one ever thought was possible. We have reintroduced the gun into American politics, the ultimate fount of all law and political power.”
Morehouse smiled and shook his head in admiration. “For the first time since the Civil War, the United States of America no longer has a credible monopoly of armed force, and that fact has thrown the whole ruling élite in this country for a loop, unbalanced them. Jews, Senators, judges, sheriffs, prison guards, lawyers, bureaucrats, corporate CEOs, asshole bosses, arrogant teachers and professors who destroy kids’ lives for a politically incorrect remark, faggots and dykes who corrupt and seduce teenagers, liberal and neo-con talking heads on TV, federal house niggers who are used to Mau-Mauing the honkies and seeing us tremble, all of these people who were once cock of the walk are now having to adjust, to come to grips with the fact that they can no longer just do any damned thing they please. If a tyrant in a black robe or sitting behind some government desk or directing a movie camera fucks over white people, there is now at least some chance that he will be shot for it, that he will be punished, that he will be held responsible. "You can’t imagine how completely freaked out these arrogant ruling élitist sons of bitches are over this, and in Hollywood, where the Burger Kings, the Big Kikes, are neurotic as hell anyway under the best of conditions, we see signs that they are going quietly bonkers with paranoia. Those Hollywood Men of the Nose in their boardrooms and their jacuzzis and their limos, with their little twenty-room hideaways in Carmel and their reserved tables at the plushest restaurants, and their special trailers on set with the casting couches for blonde shiksas, know damned well that their turn is coming.”
“Which is why they may have decided to strike the first blow,” said Wayne Hill. “For reasons we have not been able to determine yet, the movie industry’s hands-off and go-slow policy regarding the NVA over the past two years seems to have been abandoned. This appears to have occurred several months ago at a hush-hush weekend house party at the Beverly Hills mansion of Sid Glick, the head of Paradigm Studios, attended by over 50 people. The guest list included other studio czars, industry CEOs, independent producers, directors, screenwriters, and some major actors and actresses. All without exception were Jewish, and according to our sources down there, even the caterers, the masseurs, the cocaine dealers and the poolside prostitutes were all Jewish, provided by a specialty madam in Bel Air. Whatever was discussed that weekend by Sid Glick’s swimming pool, and in his hot tub, and on his private handball court was not for goyische ears. The results of that meeting weren’t long in coming.”
Hill opened his briefcase and took out two large, bulky typescripts hand-bound in heavy cloth report covers. He handed them around the room. “About a month ago, Third Section came into possession of two highly classified documents from the Dream Machine down there. Both of these are movie scripts. Each studio copy of these preliminary scripts is numbered, a number you will see that I have effaced in these photocopies. The first, the blue-bound one, is from World Artists, chairman of the board Manny Gelblum, Senior Vice President in Charge of Production Hyman Landauer, you get the idea. This script has the working title Great White North, written by two top-echelon Hollywood writers, Josh Horowitz and Andrea Franken, and it’s being pushed through WA by the producer David Katz, with Arthur Bernstein slated to direct. "This abortion is up to the slimiest Judaic standards, needless to say. It’s the story of a wicked and evil NVA terrorist who discovers to his horror that he’s really Jewish, and so he ends up returning to his Jewish roots and turning over his whole brigade to the feds, led by a sassy and charismatic black FBI agent with a lame white sidekick for comic relief, and of course his Strong Womyn supervisor. In the closing scene the rabbi places a yarmulke on this character’s head in a prison synagogue while he’s in chains in an orange jump suit, and he weeps for joy at having found peace at last as they take him away to the needle room to be executed.”
“Oh, for God’s sake!” snarled Larry Donner in disgust, throwing the script on the table.
“We’ll take your word for it, Lieutenant,” said Lawlor.
“You don’t need to eat all of a bad egg to know it’s rotten,” said Hannon contemptuously. “The smell is enough.”
“Yeah, well, if that one smells, this one in the brown cover reeks like the sewers of Calcutta,” said Hill. “It’s from Mammoth Productions, which is a subsidiary of Sid Glick’s Paradigm and run by his brother Shlomo, but this one has Sid’s fingerprints all over it. The working title is Homeland, and I won’t even try to describe the plot to you. It is a compendium of every anti-racist, anti-Nazi, anti-white cinematic cliché since To Kill A Mockingbird. We are not just wicked and evil. We’re ugly and fat, or else alcohol-skinny, usually covered with prison tattoos, we have black teeth and body odor and we fart and pick our noses, we’re psychotic killers and craven cowards, we bomb babies, we’re all closet queers of course, and needless to say we abuse white women—in fact, the flick opens with a group of so-called Volunteers gang-raping a beautiful blond white girl whom we suspect of being an informer and then cutting her up with a chain saw. Do you want me to go on?”
“We get the picture, Lieutenant,” said Hatfield grimly.
“If we’re all supposed to be queers, then how do we come to be gang-raping women?” asked McNeill sarcastically.
Morehouse raised his finger bookishly. “A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds. Ralph Waldo Emerson.”
“You need to understand that these are not just made-for-TV movies or B flicks that will hit the theaters for three weeks and then go to DVD,” Hill told them. “These are going to be the biggest blockbusters Tinsel Town has put out in years. They have both been granted starting budgets of one hundred million dollars each. Virtually every speaking role in both movies will be played by a major or minor star. Some of these are only cameo roles or walk-ons, and they’ve got every once-famous has-been from the past twenty years lined up for the parts, even some old coots from the 80s and 90s they’ve dug up out of retirement or some nursing home. Mary Steenburgen is playing an old lady in a wheel chair, Ted Danson’s doing a wino and Melissa Rivers is playing a Yiddishe grandmama, with a nice long shawl to conceal her colostomy bag. The opening titles will read like a Who’s Who of Hollywood for the past quarter century; the casts alone will draw audiences since almost everybody’s favorite star is bound to be in there somewhere. And get this—they’re digging into the old archives and they’re going to be including some gratuitous dream sequences and fantasy scenes and whatnot with old movie footage never before seen, outtakes from Casablanca and Citizen Kane and old Westerns, so they can legitimately give new credits to old stars like Bogart and Bacall, Charlton Heston, Orson Welles, John Wayne, Glenn Ford and Jimmy Stewart.”
“Jesus, that’s overkill!” exclaimed Lawlor.
“Yeah, but can you imagine what the playbill is going to look like?” Hill asked. “It’s a blatant trick, but it will work. People will go see these damned things just to see Charlie Chaplin, Marilyn Monroe, Robert DeNiro and Brad Pitt do a scene together, and to watch all those hams falling all over the set trying to upstage one another. "Needless to say, these pictures will be given the very best cameramen, sound men, grips, and crew in the industry, the most skillful cinematographers and set designers, top-notch special effects and fight coordinators, the zonks. They’re already scouting Northwest-looking locations for outdoor shooting, in Colorado, around the Great Lakes and in New England. They have sense enough to stay away from the Homeland itself, of course, and they’re doing their damnedest to keep it all hush-hush. They know how we’re going to react. As if it was ever possible to keep any secret in that goldfish bowl down there! But this is what’s coming down the pike, comrades, and if we don’t put the hammer down on these shenanigans, then from now on it will be more and more of the same, lies, vilification, insults, contempt, world without end!”
“We’re putting the hammer down, comrades,” said Morehouse. “We’ve taken a hundred years of this shit from these people. No more! It ends now!”
“Who gets to be the hammer?” asked Tommy Coyle eagerly.
“Sorry, Tom,” said Morehouse, genuinely commiserating. “You and Harry are too badly needed up here with your brigades, and that goes for you battalion commanders as well. I’m afraid the reason you are here is because we’re going to need your help and your concurrence to cherry-pick your units. The actual hammering will be planned and organized by the Third Section, but the nails will be from Portland and the North Shore.”
“Who ya gonna call? Jew-Busters!” laughed Charlie Washburn.
“But we don’t want to just arbitrarily start snatching bodies right, left, and center for Task Force Director’s Cut,” Wayne Hill assured them. “We have a list of names and we want to go over every one of them with you beforehand.”
“Who and what, exactly, will you need for this special team?” asked Hannon. “What kind of skill sets are you looking for?”
“For that I’ll hand over the floor to a colleague of mine. I’m sure you’ve noticed that we have a comrade here tonight who hasn’t said much so far,” said Hill. “Gentleman, allow me to introduce Lieutenant Charlie Randall, one of our racial brothers from Down Under, who will serve as company commander for Task Force Director’s Cut.” Randall got up and stepped forward, and stood by the hearth, leaning on the mantelpiece.
“G’day, gents,” said the young Australian. “Threesec chose me to ramrod this little shindig because you can tell I’m not from around these parts the first time I open me mouth, and of course because of me rugged good looks as well, which will make it credible that I’m an aspiring actor and give me an excuse for hanging around movie people and places at all odd hours. Not to mention that me life’s vocation is manufacturing dead sheenies, a craft I’ve gotten bloody good at, if I do say so meself.”
“I will be the XO, the planning and intelligence officer,” Hill told them, “For the third member of the task force’s Trouble Trio, I would like to ask Zack here for the services of Lieutenant Christina Ekstrom as quartermaster. I heard she had to go under a while back.”
“Yeah, she’s been helping her dad out, and she’s as knowledgeable on guns as he is,” said Zack. “But before that she was our eyes and ears in local law enforcement for almost two years. I think she could do with a change of scene. The FBI have a real case of the ass for her because of the first tickle she helped us with, and they want her almost as bad as they want me. She’s a good choice.”
“We want to bring in at least six or eight other female comrades so we can make up boy-girl teams for the large amount of surveillance we’ll need to do,” said Hill. “Established couples would be best if you can spare them. I also want Lieutenant Vincent Pascarella and two Volunteers of Pascarella’s choosing from First Brigade EOD. I really want the Red Baron himself, but I was told flat out by the Army Council that he’s too badly needed here and the risk of losing him would be too great, so I can’t have him. We’re going to be making some noise down there, and we might even pop a chug-chug or two.”
Coyle nodded. “Okay, you got Pascarella and two EODs.”
“Then from Second Brigade, I’d like to take Johnny Featherstone along for torch work. I hear he’s good at it.”
“Yeah, he uses some goop one of our techie nerds made up that burns hot enough to melt steel, and he knows just where to place it and how much,” agreed Hannon. “When Johnny flicks his Bic, you can put what’s left of the joint in a teacup. Okay, you got him.”
“Now, dollars to donuts here’s where you comrades are going to go downright mulish on us,” said Randall, with a friendly grin. “We want at least four of your best snipers, including Cat-Eyes Lockhart himself.”
“I kind of saw that one coming,” admitted Coyle. “To be honest, I’ve been worried about Cat. Things are getting really hot for him in Portland again. His face is on TV every night and on every damned wall and telephone pole. They want him so bad they’re slavering, and his DT bounty is the only million-dollar reward in the NVA for a non-officer. He seems to have some kind of magical ability to move almost openly in the city without being spotted, but that kind of luck can’t hold forever. As much as I hate to lose Cat and his body count, I actually think it would be a good idea for him to go on the road again for a while outside Portland, until the heat here cools down a bit. You got him.”
“We need at least four good full auto men for watch-dogging and for spray jobs where necessary,” continued Randall. “Machine-gunners who can actually hit what they aim at and not just play John Wayne on the sands of Iwo Jima. Two from each brigade.”
“Jimmy Wingo,” said Coyle reluctantly. “Ace Biedermann to back him up.”
“Mike Gauss,” said Hannon. “And, uh, let’s see—Willis Nixon.”
“Machine Gun Mike? Good on him, mate,” said Randall happily. “As a sweetener, you can tell them they’ll be given two M-60s, a PKM, and an HK-11, with plenty of belts and ammo, and they can pick and train their own crews once we get down there.”
“You plan on playin’ Rambo down there, Lieutenant?” asked Conway, intrigued.
“We plan on rattling those Hebrews’ cages but good,” said Randall firmly. “Now, I mentioned we need at least six or eight gun bunnies, couples are fine, but bear in mind we’re dealing with Jews here, and so we’re going to need at least a few of those girls to serve as Loreleis and set honey traps. This will usually require the Sheilas to pose as aspiring actresses. As male chauvinist and crude as this may sound, they’re going to have to be built and look good enough to be Loreleis and starlets in Hollywood, where there’s a ten on every corner. Our girls have to stand out enough to attract some randy kike across a crowded cocktail party, you know wot I mean. You need to square that with them before they sign on. Let me know who’s willing.”
“Mmmm, we got that really sweet looking preppy girl in A Company, Becky, but her father’s a major knob and she’s too well known in society circles under her real name,” said Bud Lawlor. “She might run into someone who knows her at the wrong moment. Kicky McGee would fill the bill, if you can target a kike who likes ‘em blue-collar and tattooed. She’s uh, experienced. No disrespect to the comrade, she’s a cool hand and she’s gutsy. She’s carried some packages, she’s driven for Cat Lockhart, and we all saw her in action on Flanders Street.”
“Any of her tattoos racial?” asked Randall. “Any Confederate flags or Swastikas, or anything that might give the game away?”
“No, not racist, just Celtic biker kind of stuff, some flowers and barbed wire and witchy motifs. She’s got a couple of leather and denim outfits she looks hot as a two dollar pistol in.”
“She hooked up?” asked Randall.
“She and Jimmy Wingo have a thing going,” Lawlor told them. “That’s another reason I thought of her.”
“She’s in, then,” decided Randall. “Maybe she can lead Sammy Steinberg into a close encounter with Jimmy’s M-60.”
“What will be your plan of attack, Lieutenant Randall?” asked Hatfield.
“The main strategic objective here is to neutralize the Hollywood movie and television apparatus as an effective weapon of enemy propaganda,” said Randall. “It is now such a weapon because of the Jewish control of these industries. We have to get the Jews’ hands off the levers of power and creative control down there as much as possible, not only by terminating individual hebes, but by establishing a credible deterrent sufficient to prevent those reptiles from producing dingo doo like those things there.” Randall pointed to the scripts on the coffee table. “They have to know that even to contemplate producing an anti-NVA movie or television episode means bloody near certain death. We won’t be so much going after movie stars or actors themselves as we will be taking down the Jews who actually decide what movies and shows are made, and what their contents will be—studio heads, producers, directors, and screenwriters, and the money men. We have several objectives. First, to physically prevent these Jews from doing the dirty. A dead Jew can’t make an anti-white movie. "Secondly, to create a psychological disincentive to make propaganda movies and telly for the Americans, since live Jews and liberals don’t wish to become dead ones. Finally, and this is a long-term goal, we want to demonstrate to the extensive Gentile community in the movie and television world down there that Jewish control of their industry, their money, their speech, and their creative talents is not some kind of perpetual, God-ordained inevitability. We want to show them and the whole world that Jewish power can be broken, right in the heart of their own oldest and most cherished empire in this country.”
“Gentile Hollywood people have been conditioned all their lives to a second-class status in their own world, in their work, and in their thoughts and their public utterances,” said Red Morehouse. “To them the Jewish control of their existence seems to be a law of nature, an immutable fact of life. Anyone who dares to stand up against it, or who makes a drunken slip like even the biggest stars like Max Garrett sometimes do, is crushed. But no one who has to live under Jewish rule likes it, and no one who is confronted on a daily basis with Jews in the flesh likes them as individuals. In a way, we’re trying to show the stars and the genuine film artists down there the same thing we’re trying to show our own people here in the Homeland—that it is possible to resist, and that the enemy is not invincible.”
“Which brings us to our own debut,” said Randall with an evil chuckle. “Gents, I am sure you’ve all seen the great blood and gore flicks of the past. Halloween. Friday the Thirteenth. Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Prom Night. Black Christmas. Well, the Northwest Volunteer Army is going to add another memorable date to the calendar of Hollywood horror. The one that will beat all those other nights of horror all to hell and gone, the goriest splatterfest of them all.” He leered and leaned forward as he hoarsely stage-whispered:
"I have given my life to alleviate the sufferings of Africa. There is something that all White men who have lived here like I have must learn and know: that these individuals are a sub-race. They have neither the mental or emotional abilities to equate or share equally with White men in any functions of our civilization. I have given my life to try to bring unto them the advantages which our civilization must offer, but I have become well aware that we must retain this status: White the superior, and they the inferior. For whenever a White man seeks to live among them as their equals, they will destroy and devour him, and they will destroy all his work. And so for any existing relationship or any benefit to this people, let White men, from anywhere in the world, who would come to help Africa, remember that you must maintain this status: you the master and they the inferior, like children whom you would help or teach. Never fraternize with them as equals. Never accept them as your social equals or they will devour you. They will destroy you."
It may be viewed as sacrelige, but I was thinking if most of the readers of the NW Observer have computers, then why are you bothering to put so much money & effort into the publication & mailing of it? How many actually are w/o computers? You could save alot of time & money by making it mostly online & maybe mailed to a small handful of subscribers. I don't need a printed copy.
Just my 2 cents worth.
Basically, Northwest Observer is the last toehold the Movement has in the real, physical world, to give our people something real that they can hold in their hands, before this whole things becomes nothing more than a computer game for sad old men sending one another electronic newspaper clippings.
This was the front page lead from Northwest Observer #72, which you must have missed:
As narcissistic as this sounds, it may be a good idea to examine the role in our struggle of the Northwest Observer itself. Since the internet is so inexpensive and so much more easy, why do we need a printed publication at all? What does this old-fashioned periodical propose to accomplish, and how?
I will say again what I have said hundreds of times before, although I know that no one believes me. I am convinced that at some point in the future, our Movement is going to lose the internet in some way. ZOG has been trying for years to find some effective method of muzzling dissent in cyberspace, or of denying access to it to those whose minds are insufficiently under control. Eventually they’re going to find one.
Secondly, for years I’ve been shocked and appalled at the level of ignorance prevalent in "our" ranks regarding what might be called the basics, the fundamental facts and ideas and concepts of our entire belief system and the history of the White movement itself. This is especially true on the part of younger people who drift into our ranks through the internet. Few of them have any idea who Henry Ford or Francis Parker Yockey even were. Few of them know what the Protocols of the Elders of Zion are, never mind having actually read them. Few of them can explain what the Federal Reserve is or why it is wrong. In depth racial or Judaic knowledge? Forget it. Khazar? What’s a Khazar?
We need what Oliver Cromwell described as "plain men in russet coats who know why they fight and love what they know." There has to be some basic grounding in the facts of history, economics, politics, and ideology so that our own people will have at least some vague idea of what it’s all about. It used to be there were a dozen journals in the Movement explaining these basic tenets to people, like Instauration, Liberty Bell, The Cross and the Flag, South African Observer, and the old Perseverance. Now they are all gone, their editors dead or superannuated. The Northwest Observer must carry on that tradition.
I know everyone is going to think I am making this up, and since I can't go into detail on my source for this information without getting someone in very, very bad trouble, I'm just going to have to accept that. But this is the goods, guys. This is straight up. Michelle Obama has fleas. No kidding. Her "condition" is generally known throughout her campaign team and has caused problems with cleanup in hotel suites, in TV studios after appearances, and on buses and planes. Apparently she doesn't just have fleas, she has a lot of fleas, to the point where it's noticeable, as in they hop off onto white table cloths at campaign dinners, etc. BO's Jewish spinmeisters are going batshit trying to keep this from public knowledge, and of course the subservient, Obama-worshipping media are playing along. No one dares to speak to her about it because Hussein himself has placed her off limits, but part of her alleged "image softening" recently reported in the New York Times is supposed to be a diplomatic attempt to get her to bathe more frequently and use a medicated flea soap like vets use. Just thought you assholes would like to know what you're letting into the White House.
We Are Right. They Are Wrong. Period, End Of Story
"We National Socialists know that in holding these views we take up a revolutionary stand in the world of today, and that we are branded as revolutionaries. But our views and our conduct will not be determined by the approbation or disapproval of our contemporaries, but only by our duty to follow a truth which we have acknowledged...Posterity will have a clearer insight, and will not only understand the work we are doing today, but ratify it and exalt it." - Adolf Hitler, MEIN KAMPF II, 2
You might think this is a little strange, but bear with me.
I had a dream last night about the Northwest Homeland. I don't know what brought it on, maybe it was reading about Scientology last night for several hours.
Anyway, in this dream I got so fed up with life here that I decided to drive out to Montana (I'm not sure why you were in Montana) and meet you. From what you write in your e-mails I expected to find a lone cabin or apartment, but instead I discovered that a whole complex existed, the main building of which used to be a large school. Inside were stores, gardens, a pharmacy, and apartments. Everything that the core group of Northwest revolutionaries would need. People who arrived there were given a job and a place to live; as long as they worked. I remember in the dream that I was amazed by the whole thing.
Here's where the Scientology comes in. If someone with an idea as blatantly bizarre as Scientology can attract hundreds of thousands of followers and own several properties more sophisticated than the one mentioned above, then why can't we?
Would it really be that difficult for five or six adults, family men or bachelors, to put the money together and purchase such a place? I know there are plenty of old buildings here in rural Illinois that couldn't cost more than $50,000. I don't know what the property values are out there, but it still couldn't be that cost prohibitive if several people pool their resources. Then again, I can't even get people to donate $10 to sustain a newsletter.
Just wondering what your thoughts were on that,
We can have what you describe above, Mike, whenever we make the collective decision that we want it. Right now we're still loafing around, kicking a hacky-sack and waiting for Harold to come up with the magic beans and just make it all happen without any risk, effort, or involvement on anyone else's part. It's still a spectator sport, with the result that there's nothing to spectate.
Over the past year I have described over and over again what I need in order to make this happen; I call it the Three C's. Refer back to your organizational letters. Orglet #6 is on the way today, in fact.
Guys, that world I describe in my novels? You can have it, if you want it, but you have got to understand, it's not free, or even cheap. And I'm not just talking about money.
I'm ready when you are, guys. Let me know what you decide.
Δεν κατηγορώ εκείνους που επιζητούν τη δύναμή, αλλά εκείνους που είναι πρόθυμοι να υποταχθούν. — Θουκυδίδου, Ιστορία, Δ 61 "I do not blame those who yearn for power, but those who are willing to submit to them." — Thucydides, The Histories, D 61
[A while back I put out a discussion topic on one of our private lists entitled "Why is everything so dead?"]
Actually, I think you've covered the topic [of why everything's so damned dead] fairly well in most of your other postings and newsletters.
As I've pointed out many e-messages ago, the one thing that will turn this thing around is m-o-n-e-y, and lots of it. But it seems that the individuals who can hear and understand what you are saying don't have enough to fund any really big projects, HQ acquisitions or much of anything else. The few people out there who do have gobs of money and could fund whatever is needed to turn this around either can't hear or understand what is being said, or perhaps they're afraid if they do come forth with the required $$, that TPTB would see to it that's the last thing they did with their money - and take the rest of it away from them.
We've all, for the most part, been subjected to decades of brainwashing from the boob tube - and had it driven into our collective consciousness what the blue meanies will do to us if we get out of line. Waco should have seen a reaction from the last real Americans in this country the likes of which we haven't seen since the Revolutionary War. But nothing happened afterwards. OKC was not a response to "them" from "us." It was just another false flag event that was cooked up by "them" to not only cover the Waco evidence stored in that building, but also give the government yet one more in a long line of excuses for instituting yet more controls on this almost totally brainwashed society.
Just like 9/11.
It's a wonder that there are even this many people on this list or in the discussion group. Or that some kike idiot even bothers to infiltrate it. [I have since re-assessed my views on that character. His latest heckles indicate he's not a Jew, he's a faggot, a "modernizing" Movement kook, which I have to agree explains an interest any serious Jew infiltrator looking for something he could sell wouldn't bother with.]
I look at the effectiveness of anything that is allegedly anti-government from a very different point of view nowadays. When I was expressing my concerns about my presence on the periphery of a certain group in Arizona, back in the day, and wondered about being targeted, a friend suggested that if I (or we) really presented any threat to the government, we'd be dead. I guess the same can be said of almost any group of so-called White Nationalists even today. If we really presented any credible threat to TPTB, we'd be dead.
We're all sitting at our keyboards reading this, aren't we? So I guess that means that in the eyes of those who could pull the plug on this whole discussion by merely calling any ISP they want, at any time, and telling them to delete our accounts, we really are no threat at all. We're not even worth that small effort. How's that for an assessment? Sounds pretty sad, but it's true.
All "they" have to do is make sure we don't ever get enough resources to amount to a hill of beans. We'll just keep on typing away in the dark . . . -Dave Evans
Thank you for such a prompt response to my e-mail requesting a copy of your newest work, The Brigade. Imagine my pleasant surprise to have it delivered today, along with The March Up Country and Dreaming the Iron Dream! [One should never express interest in an author's work; they'll load you up with it. - HAC] By separate post, I also received copies of the Northwest Observer and Northwest Organizational Letter. By the by: use of the term "Old Man" is both a sign of respect as well as endearment. However, sir, chronologically, you are not much older than I am. [I am 54 going on 107.] I understand, however, that you are the earliest advocate of the Northwest Migration, and, as such, are certainly entitled to the appellation!
-R. V. H. Actually, no, and I'd like to correct that. I am not the first advocate of Northwest Migration, not by a long shot, and I have never made any such claim. The first actual advocates of Northwest Migration in the form we know today were Pastor Robert Miles and Pastor Richard Butler, both of whom I had the honor to know personally. Then came the immortal Robert Jay Mathews, who along with the Order men in 1983 attempted the first armed insurrection against the United States since 1861, and who was later killed in action at Whidbey Island. -HAC
[Another one of those voices of desperate illumination floating around out there, completely ignored.] Hi HAC,
I got one more of those tear-jerker stories about (insert some candidate here visiting somebody and trying to identify with the family, etc.) that get endlessly passed around the so-called "patriot" lists and decided to voice my opinion - again.
[Sir, maybe you can forward this response to your list]:
I'm sorry, but I've had just about enough of this nonsense and need to say (hopefully for the last time) the following:
We, the folks out here in the rest of America who are laboring under some false pretense that voting has some kind of effect on who will be the next President, do not, I repeat do not, have any effect on that process at all. This is one huge sham to make the sheeple think they have some kind of function other than to make the billionaire bankers and multinational CEOs of the world even more wealthy that they already are. They are the ones who decide every 4 years who their mouthpiece will be - not us!
For once in your miserable lives get this through your heads! Voting (with anything other than bullets) is a waste of time and only serves to polarize people into two nonexistent camps. The party system is a sham. The whole government is a sham. It is merely the corporate face of the world-wide banking/crime families and their slave-system we are all a part of. McCain is nothing more than another meat-puppet who will do as he's told, just as any other so-called candidate whose future is being decided this weekend at the Bilderberg meeting in Chantilly, Virginia will do as they are told. No amount of this emotional bullshit chain-jerking that gets passed around as a reason for "getting out the vote" for this or that organ-grinder's monkey will make any difference in anybody's lives - not yours, not mine.
The military does not "protect" anybody's country. It serves only to protect the assets of the current corporate contractor in charge of whatever commodity is being stolen from whatever country Halliburton is robbing on that particular day. That's all. If the banking families decided tomorrow that the US should be overrun by hordes of Mexican drug gangs and have 100 million Americans wiped out, then that is what would happen - and no amount of US military "might" would be able to stop it. In fact, the military would be told to stand down and watch it happen - or even help them and make sure it happened! Any officer who acted on his own and ordered his troops to protect America would probably be shot on the spot by his commanding officer and replaced by a more compliant robot.
The military works for them, the globalist elite, not us!
When you people begin to pull your heads out of your asses and wake the fuck up, only then will you possibly have something to say that will mean anything. This (the forwarded email below) is total nonsense and a waste of time and electrons. That's all.
Please tell me how much to send you for a copy of your newest book, The Brigade. I just finished reading your Northwest Trilogy- The Hill of the Ravens, A Mighty Fortress, and A Distant Thunder. I enjoyed them and I look forward to more.
-R. V. H. "Extremism in the defense of liberty is no vice. Moderation in the pursuit of justice is no virtue". Dear Mr. H:
The Brigade is longer than any of the Trilogy books, 355,000 words and 736 pages to be precise. It's $23.99 retail and with shipping costs here and then to you, oh, let's make it an even $30.00.
You're fortunate in that you caught me with a couple in stock. If you want to e-mail me your address, I can go ahead and send you the book. Whenever is convenient for you, you can drop me thirty. I am actually not worried so much about money at the moment, although my friends all rant and rave at me that I should be. But in my mind the main thing is to get this book into circulation.
Or if you don't want to wait and you don't mind reading a long book on a computer, or printing off a very long manuscript on your printer, you can download it for free at
As Dick "Toe-Sucker" Morris points out, the Sea Hag is still circling overhead like a buzzard, waiting to drop down on BO's nappy head if the opportunity offers. She has gone through the ritual public humiliation that the Democrats apparently demanded of her, but she has not officially released her delegates to the convention yet. I tell you, Mommy Dearest is up to something, even if it's only waiting for the Funky Monkey to stumble. There are rumors of a real nasty hate-whitey rant from Michelle My Belle caught on videotape and floating around out there. The invertebrate media have successfully suppressed this tape so far, but for how long? There is also the possibility that Mr. Potato Head's team, if not Mr. Potato Head himself, will actually decide to put up a fight instead of roll over and play dead. After all, Potato Head was supposed to roll over for Hillary, not a smelly Chicago street nigger.
[Ernst Zundel is a Prisoner of Conscience in his 60s, serving a lengthy prison term in Germany for Thoughtcrime.]
Ernst Zundel JVA Mannheim Herzogenriedstr.111 68169 Mannheim
Dear [name deleted]
I want to thank you for the birthday card, the E 5.00 and the stamps you enclosed for me. A word of caution! The greeting card you sent had elaborate foam pads behind the actual image to give it a 3-D feeling. Although it is nice, it was suspicious even to the Canadian postal authorities - it was bulgy and it was held back, opened and examined in Toronto already - and thus received Special Handling Attention, which delayed it for that reason.
Once it arrived here in prison, it again caused suspicion for the same reason, because it could contain dope or worse. Remember they had the same fears in Canada at Toronto West and did not let me have some cards. So keep that in mind, please, and let our friends know that these nice, expensive cards cause problems for people in prisons. Plain cards, and even some photocopies are now allowed, even the odd booklet. They do not allow me full size books - they go to the "Asservaten Kammer" and are kept there till I am released on 1. March 2010, unless of course higher courts overturn the verdicts etc. of lower courts. In my opinion - after the kind of "quality" of justice I have seen and hear of every day from other prisoners - the Germans have a long way to go before they even come near Anglo-Saxon legal traditions and treatments of people in courts. Only ignoramuses about the situation here and Germanophiles cannot see what ails this system.
They have no verbatim/word for word transcripts in criminal trials, which invites - no, it guarantees! - abuses and injustices. The German system of Criminal Justice can not recover its reputation of fairness or procedural correctness until they restore what was routine in Germany and is still routine in the Canadian, American and British justice systems for centuries!!! The Inquisition had verbatim transcripts, even Nuremberg tribunals had transcripts - although there, testimony could be expunged from the record, which was done for instance in Streicher's case where, incredibly, the Streicher "defense" attorney agreed to have important testimony about Streicher's torture stricken from the record at the request of the prosecutors - with the consent of the presiding judges!
Every regime since before Bismarck, including the Weimar Republic and even the Third Reich [and what followed] had verbatim transcripts till 1972 - then it was done away with in criminal proceedings, but not in civil proceedings - apparently. The reason? "To make the court more efficient" - a lie of course. I suppose civil suits can remain inefficient?
Even Judge Blais in Toronto was astonished when I mentioned the no transcript situation. But who is aware of these details of history, as Jean Marie Le Pen would call them? No one! But now for the actual legal situation on the ground here. I still am battling for my mail from 2005, 2006. 2007. There are approximately 1500 pieces of mail in boxes that have not been released to me. I negotiated a release-deal-method with officials - instead, after releasing some postcards and short letters - suddenly 185 letters were seized that were 2 to 3 years old. The reason for the seizure? People wrote me letters and cards that contained compliments, calling for me to hang in there etc.! - That, it was felt, was opposed to the aim of my conviction!
Remember, I am still subject to spot censorship!
I was also ruled ineligible for transfer to the pensioners' prison in Singen and was ordered to serve my whole time - that means till March 1, 2010 - here in Mannheim. The reason? They were amazingly frank about it. The Singen Facility would allow me to live in a much more relaxed and open atmosphere, with frequent trips into town to shop, etc. Media people would seek me out, and that would result in articles - and that, in turn, would bring unrest into the institution, made up of mostly elderly people, all of whom would have suffered under the old regime. Thus, for the good of the other inmates, I would have to be kept here, even though by age 62 I was to be entitled to serve my time in an "Altenknast."
It was decided by the prison administration's resident jurist that I would get no relaxation of conditions, but would have to serve my time in full, "ohne Freigang", which is when one gets to go into town in the presence of uniformed (?) prison officials. Instead I would serve my time, locked up in prison.
I have hired a new woman lawyer. She is a specialist in Prison Rights - and has now submitted these decisions to the local "Strafvollstreckungskammer" which has a reputation to see things the prisons and the convicting judges do as a rule. That means we will have to appeal that "3 rulings package" to the Oberlandsgericht Karlsruhe. All that of course takes time. That is the aim of all this chicanery, for every day I am forced to spend in the "non-relaxed" atmosphere - [the opposite of what] I am entitled to by age and tradition - means what in America is known as cruel and unusual punishment. Should the OLG Karlsruhe decide against me, then I could appeal it to theBundesgerichthof and the Bundesverfassungsgericht.
[Comment: The first has already turned down Ernst's appeal...]
All these legal moves take their time because the courts are busy, dockets are full. Add this to the legal fees and especially the court costs, which are steep here and have been regularly assessed against me - for instance a 1 1/2 pge. decision, naturally against me, at E 1200.00 just for this one sheet of paper that had to be paid "sofort" [immediately]. My court costs for the Mannheimer Verfahren were assessed at E 59,829.00. To this must be added the payments for legal fees for my own "Wahl-Anwalte" (chosen Solicitors) like Rieger, Dr. Schaller, Sylvia Stolz, R.A. Bock and Gisa Pahl in Hamburg, and now this new Mannheim specialist lawyer. These costs, too, had to be paid at once. Ingrid and I are paying off these horrendous costs in installments.
Dr. Schaller challenged the "non-counting" of my two years and one month in Canada's Guantanamo North- (Toronto West and Thorold), with the local "StaatsanwaltschaftStrafvollstreckungskammer". They ruled that the two years would not be counted, as the lower court had decided last year already. We challenged that with the appeal court(Oberlandesgericht-Karlsruhe). They, too, ruled against me - the two years would not be counted.
Now I have to decide if we can raise the money to go on to the Bundesgerichtshof and then the Bundesverfassungsgericht - and of course for the legal fees for my lawyers.
And, finally, one of the most important legal moves was to submit "eine Beschwerde" (a complaint) an appeal for review and redress with the European Court of Human Rights in Strassbourg. That was one hell of a document to prepare, and I had to wrestle and argue with my own lawyers, to expand the document to the events of my kidnapping and expulsion first from the US, then explain the reasons for the arrest and proceedings in Canada before Blais - and how all this came about. Luckily we gained access to very important documents during the Mannheim and the American proceedings that showed e-mails and lots of faxes on official letterheads by the highest authorities in America, Germany and Canada, documenting and detailing at least some aspects of this "Operation Atlantik" as the Germans called the hunt for my capture in documents going way back to the 1990s. Dr. Schaller's document finally condensed all this down to 63 pages - and for the first time explained it more or less coherently, given the constraints and format of these Strasburg proceedings.
The title of the documents is:
"Ernst Zundel gegen BRD". The date it was submitted was May 8, 2008. All that work, legal research, preparation etc. have to be paid. [END]
Comment: Our readers need to understand that all the bills are handled and paid by me, his wife, since of course Ernst is prevented from keeping such regular, emotionally and time-consuming fundraising efforts going from inside his cell.
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