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Dedicated to awakening my fellow White Americans to the real common denominator of our race and country's destruction. I've studied the problem for many years and now work hard to expose these nation-wrecking parasites every chance I get.Truther Jew versus Hippie Truther
OK,
the latest fight going on in the “truth community” involves a guy named
Jeff Rense and another guy named Henry Makow. Not that I really give a
rat’s ass about this kind of stuff.Here’s what I know about both: Rense has a website chock full of ads and articles copied from everywhere. A few of mine went up in the past, but lately he removes them immediately if he finds out it’s from me. Most likely because he’s still deeply brainwashed by Jewy PC and thinks I’m a big White supremacist, racist homophobe hater, that kind of thing. Which is kind of funny, considering I used to be nicknamed “hippy” by redneck pals (more below).
Rense also has a radio show I’ve never heard (I don’t really listen to anything but eclectic jam tunes on my I-pod). I imagine Rense’s show is on some sort of truth network and broadcast in the wee hours of the night so guys sort of like me, but living in a desert bunker complex, can listen and sleep through the hot day.
Henry Makow is a Jew living in Canada someplace who, as a precocious childhood “genius,” did something or other to get on the B/W TV show, “What’s my Line” a seriously long time ago. I think he invented a board game, made some money and is now living off it. His big buggaboo is Feminism, Freemasons and Illuminati stuff.
Like Rense, he does name the Jew, but carefully makes the distinction it’s only the secret Globalist/Zionist/Freemason and/or Sabbatian bunch; which is on target for the big picture, but he’s also kind of a hypocrite since most of those he talks about are really only creepy “little” Jews — just doing their Jew thing for whatever GD reason, money usually, but also inner disdain of European Whites and Christians.
Look, doesn’t matter if you think the Jews are up to no good or not. Just think real hard for a minute what it means to have the Federal Reserve owned by private interests — Jews, Nazis, or green Martians. You and the entire country are getting screwed in the rear, big time, by somebody, somewhere.
“They” quite obviously don’t want us to get it.
The reality is that there has been a Globalist, Zionist conspiracy to rip us all off, as they created, continue to protect and soon expand the State of Israel. The vehicle used to achieve these aims is the financial, political, media and intelligence control of the West — now commonly referred to as ”The New World Order.” There can be no doubt any longer.
Little Jews are not getting secret instructions from Big Jewry. That’s the part most people think “conspiracy theorists” are trying to say and pretty much blow it off because they can’t see that happening. It’s really just the general assholyness of Jewry, expanding out like a balloon, while the long-term plans of Big Jewry to create a Jewish New World Order plays out at the same time.
The marginalization and slow genocide of the White race is part and parcel of Big Jewry’s NWO ambitions. This is the real driving force behind “PC” and the “culture wars.”
Getting back to the brouhaha involving these two guys: Henry Makow believes that there was no earthquake in Japan and it was a false flag or warning shot by this secret cabal, using nukes or HAARP to take down the Fukishima nuclear power plant. A supposed NSA guy wrote up something on his website, but Jeff Rense wouldn’t put the article up so Makow got pissed and ran ”tell-all” articles written by Rense’s number 9 wife Megan (above right).
Apparently, Rense is a big New Age stud puppy, bagging all sorts of hippie chicks over the years. I’ve known a few guys like this, myself. I once had a friend who seemed to specialize in the routine, but I grew sickened of his shallow behavior so I told him to get lost (he looked and dressed amazingly like Rense does in the shot above with wife 9). Last I heard he’s living on the West coast somewhere (totally appropriate).
Rense also lives out there with a nice spread in Oregon, a Harley motorcycle, real train tracks and tunnel on his property, etc. so Makow’s saying he’s milking the “truth community.” Trouble is, I doubt you could make all that much, unless you ignored the Jew and Zionists totally. Witness Alex Jones.
Now I’m not saying at all that Henry Makow and Jeff Rense are “agents provocateurs” or anything. Truth is, I don’t know. I’ve read a lot of stuff out of Makow and do think he’s a pretty smart and moral-minded man for a Jew. I don’t really know anything about Rense, so I can’t give him a hard time when it comes to this woman, since she might be a nutcase or maybe even a Jewess. No telling right?
There is also a possibility that any of these people might have made moolah from other things than being a “truther” or doing a site like mine. Hell, the issues going on today are far more important than people’s personal business and situation. That’s why I don’t get into it here that much, or go batshit with money making angles.
This kind of infighting crap happens all the time. One guy gets jealous of the other and starts dissing him. Another guy gets his feelings hurt over nothing and starts flinging shit.
Basically, I don’t pay much attention. There’s all sorts of more important things for me to do with my time. Like take out the trash, clean up the house, wash and wax my truck, do yard work, perform maintenance on my firearms so they are always ready to go when the rest of America finally has enough talking and getting ripped off.
Another extremely important thing you got to understand, AND GET THIS GOOD, Jews will specifically start crap within the White race so we are at each other’s throats and don’t see them.
Now, you’re probably saying to yourself, INCOG how the hell do you know that? Well, I’ve caught who I think are Jews doing it here, plus, I’ve read some of the things they write between themselves. I won’t go into detail about my past ”undercover” personas, but suffice to say, little Jews do indeed GET OFF on getting Goyim GOBBED-UP.
If a Jew can do this and still make money, they practically cream their pants with glee. Witness the state of the US media.
One
thing you need to note here on INCOG MAN is I don’t have a lot of
advertisements, etc. I use a low rent program for running little
rectangular ads over on the left. Only a few people have ponied up money
(of which I do appreciate) and I get occasional donations to my
coffee/tuxedo fund (very occasional unfortunately).You could do up an ad for here and I’ll run it. I get somewhere between 3000 to 5000 hits per day – at least when I’m not being targeted by Jew DOS attacks. And you’ll get 10 or so clicks back to your site daily, besides the eyeball notice (which some sites act like it’s a big deal). So please patronize my patronizers, or at least put them in your favorites.
I could run Google Ads and generate a little stream of money per month. The trouble with that is you have no control over the ad that pops in. It goes by “keywords” and “tags” so there is a big chance you would see J-Date and some other Jew crap ads showing up. I still haven’t ruled out running Google ads, or at least trying it.
I didn’t start this site to make enough money to buy things. I fully realized my audience and message wasn’t going to make me rich. I knew that I could do the whole “hate Muslim” bit and get more, but hell, I couldn’t write stuff about Muslims when I knew the real problem for this country was the Jews — big and little.
That’s not to say I’m a big Muslim lover, either. They can live in desert land all they want. America was founded by Whites and that’s all there is to it. I’m sick of the Jew race/social friction BS they’ve used against the White.
INCOG LAND is a site dedicated at awakening fellow Whites. I pull no punches here. Plus, I write stuff that I’d like to read. That’s why I sometimes get a little nutty and write up some seriously wacky things (or at least I find funny). I sometimes laugh so hard while typing, I tear up (but don’t tell anyone).
Lately, I got a major hard for a particular scope to go on my AR. OK, it’s going to cost $400-500+ with add-ons and improvements (that’s where they always get you). No biggie, so I’ll buy it. Wait, I stupidly tell myself: Maybe I should just pay for half and see if my readers will take care of the other half? Hell, I think I deserve a little back scratching — I know quite a few of you have fun here.
I’ll tell you what really gets my goat: I still haven’t reached my target. Sure, 3 or 4 of you ponied up when I started whining (one of you with a pretty nice donation — thanks, man). But I’m still a lousy $100 or so dollars away. Any of you who haven’t dropped a dime and can afford it, please take the time. If 10 of you popped for just $10, I’d have enough. Some of you could do $20 or more, just to cover the wusses who don’t or those whose personal circumstances can’t.
Someone once sent my Paypal account an “E-check,” but I’m not sure how that’s done but it did work. I’d like to set something else up, but I really haven’t got around to it. I’m sure you can put a few dineros on your card, maybe take up a collection down at the gun range and use your wife’s credit card to transfer it to me.
Oh yeah, put your screen name into the space for “purpose” when you donate so I’ll know. I rarely look at anything else about your donation, so you don’t have to worry. And I sincerely doubt if my little gig here is going to get you “targeted by The Man.” Well, at least for now.
I’ll keep you informed of the running total and put up a post immediately when I got the scope on order and remove the post soon thereafter so it doesn’t clutter up the place with my gun stuff lust and you don’t suffer unduly from guilt.
I wouldn’t be such a bitch about it, but I’m totally hot for this scope. Sure, I got a couple of other scopes already; but this thing just might be the tactical ticket for my AR. Looks like the poor man’s ACOG (but not some cheap Chinese junk). I plan to use it big time when the REAL SHTF. If it’s as good as I think, I’ll do up a review here.
Hell, any of you in the gun or SHTF/survival business ought to run an ad here. I think your “target market” is here in spades, plus I’m always pushing for people to arm up because I seriously think they need to. I just won’t whore myself for anything that I don’t think is worth crap, I don’t believe is legit, or is Jewish-owned.
Anyhoo (or whatever they say), enough of my Jewy whining!
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Israel pushes US to sketch more hawkish policy on Iran
Israel is reportedly fuming over what it describes as the United States’ soft stance on Iran’s nuclear energy program, pushing the White House to adopt a more hawkish position against Tehran.
Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu and other top Israeli officials have reportedly put the US President Barack Obama administration under pressure due to their rage over the “deliberate attempts” by the White House to undermine the effectiveness of Israel’s war threats against Iran, the Wall Street Journal reported on Tuesday.
http://www.presstv.ir/detail/229048.html
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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?”
The young “intellectual” laughed at his father. “Come on dad, that’s the kind of crap Hitler tried to peddle. Those racist attitudes were discredited years ago. There’s only one race and that’s the human race. Diversity is our greatest strength. Differences in so-called “race” are as insignificant as differences in belly buttons. And besides, UN statistics now show that low White birth rates, along with the fact that we live in an multicultural society, will mean that Europeans and their ethnocentrist and racist culture will have died out by the end of the century,” young George said.
Turning red with anger, the father yelled: “You are a walking cliché, you know that, boy? And you think it’s a good thing that the European peoples of the world will have faded out and ceased to exist?” Young George replied; “I think it’s great! It will mean the end of racism and the end of hate. The oppressed peoples of the world would have been better off if us racist Europeans had never existed to begin with.”
Suddenly there was a blast of cold wind, an explosion, and a huge smoke cloud. When the smoke had settled, George found himself alone and lost in a cold open field.
An angel named Clarence then appeared to him and said “Well George, you’ve got your wish.”
George asked: “Where am I? What’s going on here? And who are you?”
The angel answered, “George, I’m Clarence the Angel. I was sent here to show you what the world would have been like if Europeans, or Whites, had never existed. You now live in a world where Europeans never existed.”
“Oh. That’s cool. I’ll have no problem adapting because there’s not a racist bone in my body. And when I get back to my world, I’ll be able to tell my professor and my friends how great this non-racist world was. Say, I’m freezing my ass off out here. Where’s the nearest motel?”
“Motel?” replied the angel. “There are no motels here in what was once called North America. But there are some caves up in those mountains where you can find shelter.”
“Caves? No way, man. I want a nice warm bed to sleep in.”
“I don’t think you understand George. There are no buildings here in non-white America because the evil Europeans never came here to build them. Whites never existed, remember? The natives live in tents. Would you like to go meet some local Indians? Perhaps they’ll let you stay in a tent.”
“A tent? But it’s 10 degrees outside?…Oh well. It’s better than a cave I suppose. Let’s go talk to these Indians…… Wait a second, are these Indians friendly or hostile?”
“Why, George, that’s a racist question to ask. Just because some Indians were brutal savages who scalped their victims alive, it doesn’t mean they all were”, said the angel sarcastically.
“I know that Clarence. And I’m not a racist. I hate racism. Nonetheless, I’d feel safer if I could have a gun to defend myself if they turn out to be violent.”
“Gun?” replied the angel. “There are no guns for you to defend yourself with. Firearms were invented by evil Europeans. Though, we could make a spear with those twigs over there…”
“That’s too much work. Give me a telephone then. I’ll call the Indians to ask if it’s OK.”
“Telephone”? replied the angel. There are no telephones here. Alexander Graham Bell was another evil white man, so he never existed. No Europeans remember?” “Forget it then,” replied George. “I’ll sleep in the damn cave.”
Upon arriving at the cave, a shivering George asked the angel for a lighter so that he could light a fire. “A lighter?” replied Clarence. “There are no lighters here, and no matches. Those are European gadgets and evil Europeans never existed remember? If you want to get warm, you need to do like the locals do and start rubbing twigs together.”
“Oh come on man! You mean to tell me these people still rub sticks together for fire?”
“That’s right George. The Indians live exactly as they did before the evil pilgrims arrived from Europe just a few centuries ago.” said the angel sarcastically.
“I refuse to stay in this cold cave and I damn sure ain’t gonna light a fire with twigs, and I refuse to sleep in a teepee. I’ll go to South America. I can make it in a warmer climate and I’ll adapt quickly to the great Incan civilization I learned about at college. Since European racists like Columbus, Cortez and Pizzaro never existed, the Incans will still be there… I need a car”
“Car?” replied the angel. “There are no cars here. Daimler and Benz, the evil German inventors of the internal combustion engine, were never born…nor was Henry Ford. There are no paved roads either. This is a world without evil Europeans remember?”
“No cars! Oh. I’ll just have to take a train.”
“There are no trains in this world either George. Evil Europeans weren’t here to build locomotive engines or to discover the many uses of coal, oil and gas, or to build trains or lay tracks. But I’ll allow you to cheat just a bit. Grab hold of my magic robe and we’ll fly
south.”
George touched the angel’s robe and they flew south until they arrived in an abandoned mud hut in the midst of Incan territory. George was grateful for the warm weather but it wasn’t long until he began to complain about the heat and humidity.
“Clarence, this hut is a little ****hole and I’m sweating up a storm here. Get me an air-conditioner…please!”
“Air-conditioner?” replied the angel. “There are no air-conditioners here. Air conditioning and refrigeration were inventions created by evil White men.”
“What?!! You mean to tell me that in the year 2008 these people still haven’t figured out a way to keep themselves or their food cool?” a frustrated George asked.
“No George, they haven’t. And they never will.”
“This is ridiculous. Let’s go to the main city to see the Emperor. I can’t live like this. Where’s a car…oh I forget…no cars! Dammit I’ll walk. Let’s go.”
After walking through the jungle for about an hour or so, it began to get dark. George then asked Clarence to give him a flashlight so that he could see. “Flashlight? Sorry George, but Thomas Edison was an evil White man too…and he was never born. There are some branches over there if you want to make a torch.”
“Never mind that!” George shouted back.
By morning time, Clarence and George had arrived at the temple of the Incans. A bloody human sacrifice was in progress. George turned to Clarence and cried, “They’re going to butcher that poor soul! Somebody has got to stop this. What horrible murdering beasts! Can’t anyone stop them?”
The angel replied “I’m afraid not. Ritual killings are common place here.” Those evil European racists like Columbus, Cortez and Pizzaro never existed so the Incans just continued their brutal ways. In fact, it was the oppressed peoples themselves who made up the bulk of the Spanish armed forces. The people saw the Spaniards as liberators who would rid them of the oppressive Incan and Mayan rulers and give them a better life.”
“I can’t blame them for helping the Spaniards then. This is a horrible place. Get me out of this ****hole now!” said George.
‘Where would you like to go?” Clarence replied.
George said: “Take me to Africa, maybe there’s a more advanced and humane civilization there that I can fit into. Where’s the nearest airport?”
“Oh, I forgot…no Wright Brothers.” George said. “How about a boat?”
“Boats?” replied the angel. “I’m afraid the most seaworthy rafts available to you won’t be of much help in crossing the vast Atlantic Ocean. The great Viking sailors and European navigators never existed. No Phoenicians, no Leif Eriksson, no Henry the Navigator, no Columbus, no Magellan, no Hudson and no Robert Fulton. Even if you could build your own ship, there would be no compass for you to navigate with and no sextant either. I’m afraid you’re stuck here George.”
“Can I touch your robe and fly to Africa then” asked George.
“You’re cheating again George, but all right. Touch my robe and we’ll fly to Africa.”
When they arrived in Africa, George saw thousands of half-naked African tribesmen being herded along a dirt path. They were guarded by other Africans with spears. “What are they doing to those poor men?” George asked Clarence.
“They are being enslaved by another tribe. Slavery was common in Africa long before the whites arrived,” Clarence said. “In fact, most of the slaves who were shipped to the Americas were sold to the slave traders by African tribal leaders.”
“That’s so sad,” George said. “I want to meet Martin Luther King. Since his White assassin never existed, this great man should still be alive. He’s probably a great tribal chief somewhere and leader of an advanced civilization. He will free these slaves from their African masters. Take me to him, Clarence.”
Clarence led George to a little hut deep in the heart of Africa. The naked women and children looked at George in wonder. The young men were out on a hunt but the older men stayed behind. George was led to the dingy little hut of the tribal witchdoctor and spiritual leader. There he saw a wild-looking man with a necklace of teeth around his neck and a huge ring pierced through his nose. “What the hell is that?” George asked.
“Meet
Witch-doctor Matunbo Lutamba Kinga” Clarence said. He never became
Reverend Martin Luther King because there were no universities or
seminaries built to educate him. Europeans weren’t there to create such
opportunities. But he did become the tribe’s spiritual leader. He
specializes in casting evil spells. Perhaps he can help you?”
The witch doctor gazed in wonder at George. Then he motioned to his henchmen to seize young George. The tribesmen grabbed hold of George and tied him to a nearby tree.
“Stop it! Let me go. What are they going to do to me?” cried George hysterically.
“They’re going to perform a ritual killing on you, George. The good doctor King…I mean Kinga — believes that by cutting your heart out while you are still alive, it will bring good fortune and fertility to his tribe,” laughed Clarence.
“Clarence! Clarence! Help me Clarence! Help me!
“But George, you told me that you wanted to go to Africa and to meet your hero Reverend King.”
George said: “This part of Africa has not developed yet. I can see that now. Take me to North Africa where Egypt and Carthage established great civilizations. Just get me out of here, please.”
Just as the witch doctor’s spear was about to carve out George’s heart, George vanished into thin air. He then found himself on the banks of the river Nile in Egypt.
“Thank you Clarence. Thank you,” George said. “I don’t understand it Clarence. Why does so much of the world remain so brutal and primitive? I learned during Black History Month about many talented black inventors and scientists. Garrett Morgan, George Washington Carver, Benjamin Banneker, Granville Woods. Then there’s Dr. Carson, the preeminent brain surgeon in all of America. Where are these men?”
Clarence replied: “Don’t you understand yet? America, and Africa, exist exactly as they did before the Europeans discovered them. Civilization as you had known it had only been introduced to these people just a few centuries ago by the Europeans. There are no universities, no hospitals, no means of transportation other than animals, no science, no medicine, no machines. In fact, the wheel hasn’t even been discovered in Sub-Saharan Africa! Those black scientists, inventors, doctors, athletes, and entertainers you speak of were never given the opportunity to realize their full human potential because Europeans weren’t around to introduce higher civilization and learning to them. There are no George Washington Carvers in this non-European world, no Dr. Carsons, no Booker T. Washingtons, no Benjamin Bannekers, no Michael Jordans, no Oprah Winfreys, no Bill Cosbys, no…”
“Stop it! That can’t be!” cried George. “Let’s walk over to the great pyramids of Egypt right now and I’ll show you one of the great wonders of the world …built by non-Whites”
They walked a few miles before George stopped and asked where the nearest toilet was. “Toilets?” replied the angel. There are no toilets or urinals in this world. Plumbing was developed by evil Europeans. The people in this non-White world still relieve themselves in open fields.”
Clarence turned around so George could do his business. “I need some toilet paper.” George said.
“Toilet paper?” replied the angel. “There…”
“I know. I know. Toilet paper hasn’t been invented yet. Just hand me a rag then”.
Clarence obliged and the two of them went on their way.
“I don’t understand. According to my recollections from Geography class, the great pyramids should be near this very spot. We ought to be able to see them from miles away,” said George.
“Well, George, I’m sure your professors at the college never told you this, but the ancient Egyptians were not black or brown. They were Caucasians. The anthropologists who examined the Egyptian mummies confirmed this fact. There are no pyramids and no Sphinx either. And the Carthaginians were white too.”
George became depressed, but he was determined to prove his beliefs. “What’s in Europe?” he asked.
“Europe became populated by Huns and other Asiatic tribes. They’ve settled down a bit but life is much the same as it is in North America. A nomadic existence based on hunting and food gathering. No great cities, no science, no buildings, no culture, no fine art – just a hard daily struggle against life and the elements of nature. In a Europe without evil Whites, the Roman Empire never existed nor did the Greeks. There was no Renaissance either.”
“Take me to Asia then. Surely the great civilizations of Persia, India, China, and Japan will suit me” George said. “Clarence, to the Taj Mahal please.”
“The Taj Mahal?” replied the angel. “Don’t you know that the ancient Persian and Indian civilizations were established by ancient Indo-European tribes who crossed the Himalayas? They are the ones who civilized India and built the Taj Mahal. Those are the great civilizations that Marco Polo, Columbus, and others were searching for. Did you know that Iran is Persian for “land of the Aryan?”
George said: “Don’t tell me that the Indians were White men! That can’t be. In the world I came from, I knew many Indians and they were not White!”
Clarence explained: “As the centuries passed, the Indo-Europeans who created Indian civilization intermarried with the native majorities who populated the Indian subcontinent. Gradually there were less and less evil White people until they faded out completely, along with the advanced civilization they had built. You will notice that there are still a few white-skinned and fair-haired Indians and Pakistanis around today — in the world you came from that is.
George became worried. He knew he could never fit into the harsh primitive world he had been thrust into. Suddenly he thought of Japan. “Japan! I’ll show you now Clarence. Take me to Japan. If the Japanese can make TVs and cameras then I’m sure I’ll find a decent civilization that I can live in.”
Clarence transported George to Japan. George observed that Japanese society was the most orderly, advanced and civil that he had seen, but it seemed as if almost everyone was a rice farmer, a fisherman, or a soldier. There were no cars, no skyscapers, no lights, no stereos, no sciences, no technologies, and no universities. It was a stagnant agricultural society that seemed to have reached its high water mark and was incapable of moving forward. George knew he could not live here either.
Clarence explained to George: “Even the industrious Japanese and Chinese peoples had to rely on the evil Europeans to build the modern Asia that you had in mind. In this world, Japan exists exactly as it did before Commodore Perry’s American naval ships arrived in Japan in the 1850s. There’s no industry, no technology, no Fuji film, no Sony, no Hitachi, no Panasonic, no Toyota, no Sushi bars, no baseball…none of the trappings or comforts of modern life. These things don’t exist in Japan or anywhere else because Europeans weren’t there to create them and share them with the rest of the world. Would you care for a bowl of rice George?”
George began to feel sick in both his body and his mind. Not only was he depressed, but exposure to the harsh elements of nature had left him physically ill. “Clarence, I seem to have contracted some type of sickness. I must have some anti-biotics.”
“Anti-biotics? There’s no…
“Oh shut up already! Then just take me back to the world as it was!”
“Sorry George. I’m not authorized to do that. Only my boss can make that call.”
Clarence
said to him: “You see George. Your father was right. You really had a
wonderful race. Don’t you see what a foolish mistake it is to be ashamed
and guilty about your own people, and to let them die out? This is what
the world would be like without the creative spark of Edison and Ford
and Pasteur and Marconi. No great scientists, or mathematicians, or
inventors or fine artists. No Archimedes, no Aristotle, no Socrates, no
Alexander, no Renaissance, no Newton, no Kepler, no Goddard, no Mendel,
no Tesla, no Faraday, no Guttenberg, no Shakespeare, no Dickens, no
Twain, no Mozart, no Beethoven, no Davinci, no Michelangelo, no Galileo,
no Copernicus. No Venice, no Paris, no Lisbon, no Madrid, no Zurich, no
Berlin, no St. Petersburg, no Budapest, no Rome, no Milan, no Vienna,
no London, no New York, no Rio, no Sydney. No orchestras, no museums, no
universities, no hospitals, no libraries, no theaters, no radio, no
books, no television, no electricity, no refrigeration, no heating, no
plumbing, no houses, no steel, no stadiums, no vaccines, no cars, no
planes, no trains, no ships, no dentists, no surgeons, no computers, no
telephones, and most important – there’s no creative genius to be found
that could create and sustain such a high level of civilization. There’s
nothing for the people of this world to build upon. It’s just a daily
struggle for subsistence. It’s a brutal planet where the few people who
aren’t mired in eternal ignorance and darkness have reached their peak
of civilization and are advancing no further.”
Clarence
went on to lecture the broken and depressed young man for seven days
straight. He covered everything. History, science, economics,
philosophy, art, literature, fine music, architecture, medicine,
politics, agriculture, religion, and all the creations and contributions
that the European peoples had made in every conceivable field of human
endeavor. George listened closely to every word. He felt like a man who
had been reborn.
After his lecture, Clarence the Angel floated away towards heaven. “I hope you have found all this to be educational, and I hope you have learned an important lesson. Enjoy your world, George!” mocked the departing angel.
George began to sob like a baby. It was the year 2008 and he was alone and hungry in a backwards world where Europeans had never existed. He cried out to the stars: “Please God. I see what a fool I’ve been. I understand now what my father was trying to tell me. I want to go back to the world that I came from. A world where Europeans not only existed, but blessed the rest of humanity world with their unique creative ability. I want to live in a civilized world. Please God!…take me back!…take me back!…Oh God….please.”
Suddenly George was transported back to his college dormitory. Drunk with joy, George jumped into the showers before he could even take his clothes off!
“Warm water, and soap! Life is beautiful!” he screamed.
George’s roommates looked at him as if he was crazy. “George! Have you gone crazy?” asked a bewildered schoolmate.
“No, my friends, I haven’t taken leave of my senses. I’ve come to them!” George replied. George then began to sing classic European folk songs in the shower. Miraculously, he was able to sing in many different languages. He sang O Sole Mio in Italian, Amazing Grace in English, Gloire Immortelle in French, Das Ist Der Tag in German, and also Belgian, Spanish and French ballads and waltzes. Tears of sheer joy began to stream down his cheeks. The degenerate music of hip-hop and rap lost all of its appeal to young George.
After his shower, George drove to a nearby restaurant and ordered two whole entrees. One was Lasagna and the other was a delicious veal marsala. With his Italian food he had a Greek salad with Spanish olives and Russian dressing, drank a whole bottle of French wine, followed by a German pastry for dessert. He finished his meal off with a hot cup of English tea and a Cuban cigar.
George said out loud: “Oh, those European peoples and their delicious cuisine. Clarence was right after all. What a wonderful race!”
George was happy, but at the same time he realized there was much work to be done. He thought of all those poor whites in Rhodesia and South Africa who were being murdered and raped ever since they gave up control of those once-European nations. He thought of the many thousands of qualified Whites who were passed up for good jobs and college entrance because of racial quotas that discriminate against Europeans. He thought about the declining birthrates among all the European nations of the world. He remembered that Europeans everywhere were dwindling in numbers every year even as their own nations were being flooded with third world immigration. He recalled the O.J. Simpson verdict and how millions of blacks in America cheered when that brutal double murderer was set free by a black jury after he stabbed two Whites to death. He remembered the Los Angeles riots of 1992, where dozens of Whites were dragged out of their vehicles and killed like dogs in the streets by packs of White-hating monsters who were never even punished!
He
remembered the time when Jesse Jackson led a cheer at Stanford
University: “Hey Hey, Ho Ho, Western Civ. has got to go!” His European
blood began to boil in righteous indignation when he recalled how Jesse
Jackson once said he had spit in White people’s food when he was a young
restaurant worker. George now understood that that his people were on a
collision course with worldwide disaster and genocide. George realized
that this great people must not perish from the face of the earth.
George could not wait to see his father. He longed to embrace him and apologize for all of the foolish and disrespectful things he had said to him. But first, George had a score to settle with a certain college professor. He walked into Dr. Silverstein’s auditorium and quietly took a seat in the back row. The nasal voiced Silverstein was lecturing on and on about racial and gender inequalities in European-centered civilizations. It was vintage Silverstein. George’s impressionable White schoolmates, with their baggy pants, hip-hop clothes and backwards baseball caps, were swallowing Silverstein’s poison pills hook, line and sinker. After letting Silverstein spew his cultural poison for about 15 minutes or so, George raised his hand so that he could give the professor a piece of his newly educated mind.
“George? Is that you? I remember you from last semester. I wasn’t aware that you were here today. I failed to recognize you in that shirt and tie, and without your earrings. You must have enjoyed my course so much that you signed up again eh? Class, I’d like for you to meet George. He was one of my brightest students last semester. He truly has a thorough grasp of the ideas presented in this course. George, would you be so kind as to tell my class about that brilliant term paper you wrote about European racism, imperialism, and the need for monetary reparations?”
That’s when young George let loose on the unsuspecting Professor.
“ENOUGH! You scheming devil! You mendacious fabricator of falsehoods! You pusillanimous purveyor of pinko propaganda! How dare you try to corrupt and manipulate our young minds with your filthy lies. We Europeans have nothing to be ashamed of, nothing to apologize for, and everything to be proud of. And most of all, we don’t owe anybody jack-**** – not one thin dime! To the contrary, it is the rest of humanity that owes us a debt which can never be repaid! We are the rightful heirs and protectors of a rich cultural heritage. You vile manipulator! We are the sons of the Romans, the sons of the Greeks, the Celtics, the Vikings, the Normans, the Saxons. Why do you inflict shame and guilt upon us? We Europeans didn’t just contribute to civilization…WE ARE CIVILIZATION! And I declare that I will no longer tolerate you ****head “intellectuals” trying to tear our people down. Never again will we walk on eggshells when we speak, always fearing that we might be called “racist.” I no longer care what people think. All that matters is the truth which you have sought to pervert!”
“What are you up to anyway? Why do you to corrupt my young peers by shoving false heroes down their throats. Enough of your Marxist games of divide and conquer, you commie pinko subversive! I don’t want to learn anymore about Martin Luther King, Jesse Jackson, Al Sharpton or Black History Month. They would not have amounted to anything without the institutions of high civilization created by the European peoples. I’m going to set this class straight about who the truly great men of history are – the European statesmen, scientists, explorers, monarchs, navigators, conquerors, inventors, artists, writers, philosophers – the innovative giants of history that you and your ilk have erased from our collective memories. You speak of a world liberated from European influence? Permit me tell your students about such a world, Silverstein, because I can speak from personal experience, you wretched little conspiring monster!”
Silverstein
turned white as a ghost. He was shell-shocked and rendered speechless
for the first time in his career! Never in all of his years at the
university had a student dared to so boldly challenge his falsehoods.
Speaking from the heart as well as the mind, and with an eloquence he
never thought he could muster, George broke out into a 60-minute
monologue on history, science, philosophy, culture, and all the other
attributes that constitute high civilization. The young students were
captivated by George’s brilliant oratory. Many were moved to tears. By
the end of his tirade, George’s reawakened classmates were thundering
their approval of his speech. The class gave George a standing ovation
and they thanked him for helping them rediscover and reclaim their own
sense of pride and lost identity. The unstoppable power of truth had
melted away years of Marxist guilt-tripping, self hate, wimpishness and
cultural brainwashing in just one unforgettable hour. The inspired
students proceeded to storm out of Silverstein’s class, throwing their
hip-hop baseball caps and nose earrings at him as they stampeded out and
vowed never to return. They lifted George up upon their shoulders and
carried him out of the auditorium like a conquering hero. With a glint
in his eye, George glanced up towards the sky, winked and said “Thank
you, Clarence.”
Dr. Silverstein was left humiliated and visibly shaken. He knew that these reawakened European kids could never again be brainwashed with “political correctness” and White guilt. Silverstein’s greatest fear was that more of these proud European youths would one day reawaken and take their country and civilization back from the Silversteins of the world.
Silverstein
was worried, but he remained confident that most young men and women
would never learn the truth about their glorious past and unique
creative abilities. After all, the mass media, Hollywood, the music
industry, the colleges, and the public schools are all controlled by
“liberals” like Dr. Silverstein. With the power of political correctness
in their hands, they can continue to tear down our European ancestors,
destroy our institutions and traditions, instigate blacks and other
races against the whites, flood America with third-world immigration,
and push “hip-hop” music, homosexuality, and other garbage onto a weak,
confused and morally degenerate youth. After reflecting upon these
facts, Silverstein smiled a devilish grin and muttered to himself: “A few of these European sheep may wake up to what’s being done to them, but the majority of these idiots never will.”
And he smiled again….and laughed with diabolical Marxist glee. Then he
repeated to himself “No…they will never figure it all out until it’s too
late.”
Or will they?
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YOU MUST DIE FOR ISRAEL. DO YOU READ ME?
YOU ARE A SLAVE TO ISRAEL AND YOU MUST DIE SO SHE CAN HAVE THE ENTIRE WORLD.
It’s a Wonderful Race
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?”
The young “intellectual” laughed at his father. “Come on dad, that’s the kind of crap Hitler tried to peddle. Those racist attitudes were discredited years ago. There’s only one race and that’s the human race. Diversity is our greatest strength. Differences in so-called “race” are as insignificant as differences in belly buttons. And besides, UN statistics now show that low White birth rates, along with the fact that we live in an multicultural society, will mean that Europeans and their ethnocentrist and racist culture will have died out by the end of the century,” young George said.
Turning red with anger, the father yelled: “You are a walking cliché, you know that, boy? And you think it’s a good thing that the European peoples of the world will have faded out and ceased to exist?” Young George replied; “I think it’s great! It will mean the end of racism and the end of hate. The oppressed peoples of the world would have been better off if us racist Europeans had never existed to begin with.”
Suddenly there was a blast of cold wind, an explosion, and a huge smoke cloud. When the smoke had settled, George found himself alone and lost in a cold open field.
An angel named Clarence then appeared to him and said “Well George, you’ve got your wish.”
George asked: “Where am I? What’s going on here? And who are you?”
The angel answered, “George, I’m Clarence the Angel. I was sent here to show you what the world would have been like if Europeans, or Whites, had never existed. You now live in a world where Europeans never existed.”
“Oh. That’s cool. I’ll have no problem adapting because there’s not a racist bone in my body. And when I get back to my world, I’ll be able to tell my professor and my friends how great this non-racist world was. Say, I’m freezing my ass off out here. Where’s the nearest motel?”
“Motel?” replied the angel. “There are no motels here in what was once called North America. But there are some caves up in those mountains where you can find shelter.”
“Caves? No way, man. I want a nice warm bed to sleep in.”
“I don’t think you understand George. There are no buildings here in non-white America because the evil Europeans never came here to build them. Whites never existed, remember? The natives live in tents. Would you like to go meet some local Indians? Perhaps they’ll let you stay in a tent.”
“A tent? But it’s 10 degrees outside?…Oh well. It’s better than a cave I suppose. Let’s go talk to these Indians…… Wait a second, are these Indians friendly or hostile?”
“Why, George, that’s a racist question to ask. Just because some Indians were brutal savages who scalped their victims alive, it doesn’t mean they all were”, said the angel sarcastically.
“I know that Clarence. And I’m not a racist. I hate racism. Nonetheless, I’d feel safer if I could have a gun to defend myself if they turn out to be violent.”
“Gun?” replied the angel. “There are no guns for you to defend yourself with. Firearms were invented by evil Europeans. Though, we could make a spear with those twigs over there…”
“That’s too much work. Give me a telephone then. I’ll call the Indians to ask if it’s OK.”
“Telephone”? replied the angel. There are no telephones here. Alexander Graham Bell was another evil white man, so he never existed. No Europeans remember?” “Forget it then,” replied George. “I’ll sleep in the damn cave.”
Upon arriving at the cave, a shivering George asked the angel for a lighter so that he could light a fire. “A lighter?” replied Clarence. “There are no lighters here, and no matches. Those are European gadgets and evil Europeans never existed remember? If you want to get warm, you need to do like the locals do and start rubbing twigs together.”
“Oh come on man! You mean to tell me these people still rub sticks together for fire?”
“That’s right George. The Indians live exactly as they did before the evil pilgrims arrived from Europe just a few centuries ago.” said the angel sarcastically.
“I refuse to stay in this cold cave and I damn sure ain’t gonna light a fire with twigs, and I refuse to sleep in a teepee. I’ll go to South America. I can make it in a warmer climate and I’ll adapt quickly to the great Incan civilization I learned about at college. Since European racists like Columbus, Cortez and Pizzaro never existed, the Incans will still be there… I need a car”
“Car?” replied the angel. “There are no cars here. Daimler and Benz, the evil German inventors of the internal combustion engine, were never born…nor was Henry Ford. There are no paved roads either. This is a world without evil Europeans remember?”
“No cars! Oh. I’ll just have to take a train.”
“There are no trains in this world either George. Evil Europeans weren’t here to build locomotive engines or to discover the many uses of coal, oil and gas, or to build trains or lay tracks. But I’ll allow you to cheat just a bit. Grab hold of my magic robe and we’ll fly
south.”
George touched the angel’s robe and they flew south until they arrived in an abandoned mud hut in the midst of Incan territory. George was grateful for the warm weather but it wasn’t long until he began to complain about the heat and humidity.
“Clarence, this hut is a little ****hole and I’m sweating up a storm here. Get me an air-conditioner…please!”
“Air-conditioner?” replied the angel. “There are no air-conditioners here. Air conditioning and refrigeration were inventions created by evil White men.”
“What?!! You mean to tell me that in the year 2008 these people still haven’t figured out a way to keep themselves or their food cool?” a frustrated George asked.
“No George, they haven’t. And they never will.”
“This is ridiculous. Let’s go to the main city to see the Emperor. I can’t live like this. Where’s a car…oh I forget…no cars! Dammit I’ll walk. Let’s go.”
After walking through the jungle for about an hour or so, it began to get dark. George then asked Clarence to give him a flashlight so that he could see. “Flashlight? Sorry George, but Thomas Edison was an evil White man too…and he was never born. There are some branches over there if you want to make a torch.”
“Never mind that!” George shouted back.
By morning time, Clarence and George had arrived at the temple of the Incans. A bloody human sacrifice was in progress. George turned to Clarence and cried, “They’re going to butcher that poor soul! Somebody has got to stop this. What horrible murdering beasts! Can’t anyone stop them?”
The angel replied “I’m afraid not. Ritual killings are common place here.” Those evil European racists like Columbus, Cortez and Pizzaro never existed so the Incans just continued their brutal ways. In fact, it was the oppressed peoples themselves who made up the bulk of the Spanish armed forces. The people saw the Spaniards as liberators who would rid them of the oppressive Incan and Mayan rulers and give them a better life.”
“I can’t blame them for helping the Spaniards then. This is a horrible place. Get me out of this ****hole now!” said George.
‘Where would you like to go?” Clarence replied.
George said: “Take me to Africa, maybe there’s a more advanced and humane civilization there that I can fit into. Where’s the nearest airport?”
“Oh, I forgot…no Wright Brothers.” George said. “How about a boat?”
“Boats?” replied the angel. “I’m afraid the most seaworthy rafts available to you won’t be of much help in crossing the vast Atlantic Ocean. The great Viking sailors and European navigators never existed. No Phoenicians, no Leif Eriksson, no Henry the Navigator, no Columbus, no Magellan, no Hudson and no Robert Fulton. Even if you could build your own ship, there would be no compass for you to navigate with and no sextant either. I’m afraid you’re stuck here George.”
“Can I touch your robe and fly to Africa then” asked George.
“You’re cheating again George, but all right. Touch my robe and we’ll fly to Africa.”
When they arrived in Africa, George saw thousands of half-naked African tribesmen being herded along a dirt path. They were guarded by other Africans with spears. “What are they doing to those poor men?” George asked Clarence.
“They are being enslaved by another tribe. Slavery was common in Africa long before the whites arrived,” Clarence said. “In fact, most of the slaves who were shipped to the Americas were sold to the slave traders by African tribal leaders.”
“That’s so sad,” George said. “I want to meet Martin Luther King. Since his White assassin never existed, this great man should still be alive. He’s probably a great tribal chief somewhere and leader of an advanced civilization. He will free these slaves from their African masters. Take me to him, Clarence.”
Clarence led George to a little hut deep in the heart of Africa. The naked women and children looked at George in wonder. The young men were out on a hunt but the older men stayed behind. George was led to the dingy little hut of the tribal witchdoctor and spiritual leader. There he saw a wild-looking man with a necklace of teeth around his neck and a huge ring pierced through his nose. “What the hell is that?” George asked.
“Meet
Witch-doctor Matunbo Lutamba Kinga” Clarence said. He never became
Reverend Martin Luther King because there were no universities or
seminaries built to educate him. Europeans weren’t there to create such
opportunities. But he did become the tribe’s spiritual leader. He
specializes in casting evil spells. Perhaps he can help you?”The witch doctor gazed in wonder at George. Then he motioned to his henchmen to seize young George. The tribesmen grabbed hold of George and tied him to a nearby tree.
“Stop it! Let me go. What are they going to do to me?” cried George hysterically.
“They’re going to perform a ritual killing on you, George. The good doctor King…I mean Kinga — believes that by cutting your heart out while you are still alive, it will bring good fortune and fertility to his tribe,” laughed Clarence.
“Clarence! Clarence! Help me Clarence! Help me!
“But George, you told me that you wanted to go to Africa and to meet your hero Reverend King.”
George said: “This part of Africa has not developed yet. I can see that now. Take me to North Africa where Egypt and Carthage established great civilizations. Just get me out of here, please.”
Just as the witch doctor’s spear was about to carve out George’s heart, George vanished into thin air. He then found himself on the banks of the river Nile in Egypt.
“Thank you Clarence. Thank you,” George said. “I don’t understand it Clarence. Why does so much of the world remain so brutal and primitive? I learned during Black History Month about many talented black inventors and scientists. Garrett Morgan, George Washington Carver, Benjamin Banneker, Granville Woods. Then there’s Dr. Carson, the preeminent brain surgeon in all of America. Where are these men?”
Clarence replied: “Don’t you understand yet? America, and Africa, exist exactly as they did before the Europeans discovered them. Civilization as you had known it had only been introduced to these people just a few centuries ago by the Europeans. There are no universities, no hospitals, no means of transportation other than animals, no science, no medicine, no machines. In fact, the wheel hasn’t even been discovered in Sub-Saharan Africa! Those black scientists, inventors, doctors, athletes, and entertainers you speak of were never given the opportunity to realize their full human potential because Europeans weren’t around to introduce higher civilization and learning to them. There are no George Washington Carvers in this non-European world, no Dr. Carsons, no Booker T. Washingtons, no Benjamin Bannekers, no Michael Jordans, no Oprah Winfreys, no Bill Cosbys, no…”
“Stop it! That can’t be!” cried George. “Let’s walk over to the great pyramids of Egypt right now and I’ll show you one of the great wonders of the world …built by non-Whites”
They walked a few miles before George stopped and asked where the nearest toilet was. “Toilets?” replied the angel. There are no toilets or urinals in this world. Plumbing was developed by evil Europeans. The people in this non-White world still relieve themselves in open fields.”
Clarence turned around so George could do his business. “I need some toilet paper.” George said.
“Toilet paper?” replied the angel. “There…”
“I know. I know. Toilet paper hasn’t been invented yet. Just hand me a rag then”.
Clarence obliged and the two of them went on their way.
“I don’t understand. According to my recollections from Geography class, the great pyramids should be near this very spot. We ought to be able to see them from miles away,” said George.
“Well, George, I’m sure your professors at the college never told you this, but the ancient Egyptians were not black or brown. They were Caucasians. The anthropologists who examined the Egyptian mummies confirmed this fact. There are no pyramids and no Sphinx either. And the Carthaginians were white too.”
George became depressed, but he was determined to prove his beliefs. “What’s in Europe?” he asked.
“Europe became populated by Huns and other Asiatic tribes. They’ve settled down a bit but life is much the same as it is in North America. A nomadic existence based on hunting and food gathering. No great cities, no science, no buildings, no culture, no fine art – just a hard daily struggle against life and the elements of nature. In a Europe without evil Whites, the Roman Empire never existed nor did the Greeks. There was no Renaissance either.”
“Take me to Asia then. Surely the great civilizations of Persia, India, China, and Japan will suit me” George said. “Clarence, to the Taj Mahal please.”
“The Taj Mahal?” replied the angel. “Don’t you know that the ancient Persian and Indian civilizations were established by ancient Indo-European tribes who crossed the Himalayas? They are the ones who civilized India and built the Taj Mahal. Those are the great civilizations that Marco Polo, Columbus, and others were searching for. Did you know that Iran is Persian for “land of the Aryan?”
George said: “Don’t tell me that the Indians were White men! That can’t be. In the world I came from, I knew many Indians and they were not White!”
Clarence explained: “As the centuries passed, the Indo-Europeans who created Indian civilization intermarried with the native majorities who populated the Indian subcontinent. Gradually there were less and less evil White people until they faded out completely, along with the advanced civilization they had built. You will notice that there are still a few white-skinned and fair-haired Indians and Pakistanis around today — in the world you came from that is.
George became worried. He knew he could never fit into the harsh primitive world he had been thrust into. Suddenly he thought of Japan. “Japan! I’ll show you now Clarence. Take me to Japan. If the Japanese can make TVs and cameras then I’m sure I’ll find a decent civilization that I can live in.”
Clarence transported George to Japan. George observed that Japanese society was the most orderly, advanced and civil that he had seen, but it seemed as if almost everyone was a rice farmer, a fisherman, or a soldier. There were no cars, no skyscapers, no lights, no stereos, no sciences, no technologies, and no universities. It was a stagnant agricultural society that seemed to have reached its high water mark and was incapable of moving forward. George knew he could not live here either.
Clarence explained to George: “Even the industrious Japanese and Chinese peoples had to rely on the evil Europeans to build the modern Asia that you had in mind. In this world, Japan exists exactly as it did before Commodore Perry’s American naval ships arrived in Japan in the 1850s. There’s no industry, no technology, no Fuji film, no Sony, no Hitachi, no Panasonic, no Toyota, no Sushi bars, no baseball…none of the trappings or comforts of modern life. These things don’t exist in Japan or anywhere else because Europeans weren’t there to create them and share them with the rest of the world. Would you care for a bowl of rice George?”
George began to feel sick in both his body and his mind. Not only was he depressed, but exposure to the harsh elements of nature had left him physically ill. “Clarence, I seem to have contracted some type of sickness. I must have some anti-biotics.”
“Anti-biotics? There’s no…
“Oh shut up already! Then just take me back to the world as it was!”
“Sorry George. I’m not authorized to do that. Only my boss can make that call.”
Clarence
said to him: “You see George. Your father was right. You really had a
wonderful race. Don’t you see what a foolish mistake it is to be ashamed
and guilty about your own people, and to let them die out? This is what
the world would be like without the creative spark of Edison and Ford
and Pasteur and Marconi. No great scientists, or mathematicians, or
inventors or fine artists. No Archimedes, no Aristotle, no Socrates, no
Alexander, no Renaissance, no Newton, no Kepler, no Goddard, no Mendel,
no Tesla, no Faraday, no Guttenberg, no Shakespeare, no Dickens, no
Twain, no Mozart, no Beethoven, no Davinci, no Michelangelo, no Galileo,
no Copernicus. No Venice, no Paris, no Lisbon, no Madrid, no Zurich, no
Berlin, no St. Petersburg, no Budapest, no Rome, no Milan, no Vienna,
no London, no New York, no Rio, no Sydney. No orchestras, no museums, no
universities, no hospitals, no libraries, no theaters, no radio, no
books, no television, no electricity, no refrigeration, no heating, no
plumbing, no houses, no steel, no stadiums, no vaccines, no cars, no
planes, no trains, no ships, no dentists, no surgeons, no computers, no
telephones, and most important – there’s no creative genius to be found
that could create and sustain such a high level of civilization. There’s
nothing for the people of this world to build upon. It’s just a daily
struggle for subsistence. It’s a brutal planet where the few people who
aren’t mired in eternal ignorance and darkness have reached their peak
of civilization and are advancing no further.”Clarence
went on to lecture the broken and depressed young man for seven days
straight. He covered everything. History, science, economics,
philosophy, art, literature, fine music, architecture, medicine,
politics, agriculture, religion, and all the creations and contributions
that the European peoples had made in every conceivable field of human
endeavor. George listened closely to every word. He felt like a man who
had been reborn.After his lecture, Clarence the Angel floated away towards heaven. “I hope you have found all this to be educational, and I hope you have learned an important lesson. Enjoy your world, George!” mocked the departing angel.
George began to sob like a baby. It was the year 2008 and he was alone and hungry in a backwards world where Europeans had never existed. He cried out to the stars: “Please God. I see what a fool I’ve been. I understand now what my father was trying to tell me. I want to go back to the world that I came from. A world where Europeans not only existed, but blessed the rest of humanity world with their unique creative ability. I want to live in a civilized world. Please God!…take me back!…take me back!…Oh God….please.”
Suddenly George was transported back to his college dormitory. Drunk with joy, George jumped into the showers before he could even take his clothes off!
“Warm water, and soap! Life is beautiful!” he screamed.
George’s roommates looked at him as if he was crazy. “George! Have you gone crazy?” asked a bewildered schoolmate.
“No, my friends, I haven’t taken leave of my senses. I’ve come to them!” George replied. George then began to sing classic European folk songs in the shower. Miraculously, he was able to sing in many different languages. He sang O Sole Mio in Italian, Amazing Grace in English, Gloire Immortelle in French, Das Ist Der Tag in German, and also Belgian, Spanish and French ballads and waltzes. Tears of sheer joy began to stream down his cheeks. The degenerate music of hip-hop and rap lost all of its appeal to young George.
After his shower, George drove to a nearby restaurant and ordered two whole entrees. One was Lasagna and the other was a delicious veal marsala. With his Italian food he had a Greek salad with Spanish olives and Russian dressing, drank a whole bottle of French wine, followed by a German pastry for dessert. He finished his meal off with a hot cup of English tea and a Cuban cigar.
George said out loud: “Oh, those European peoples and their delicious cuisine. Clarence was right after all. What a wonderful race!”
George was happy, but at the same time he realized there was much work to be done. He thought of all those poor whites in Rhodesia and South Africa who were being murdered and raped ever since they gave up control of those once-European nations. He thought of the many thousands of qualified Whites who were passed up for good jobs and college entrance because of racial quotas that discriminate against Europeans. He thought about the declining birthrates among all the European nations of the world. He remembered that Europeans everywhere were dwindling in numbers every year even as their own nations were being flooded with third world immigration. He recalled the O.J. Simpson verdict and how millions of blacks in America cheered when that brutal double murderer was set free by a black jury after he stabbed two Whites to death. He remembered the Los Angeles riots of 1992, where dozens of Whites were dragged out of their vehicles and killed like dogs in the streets by packs of White-hating monsters who were never even punished!
He
remembered the time when Jesse Jackson led a cheer at Stanford
University: “Hey Hey, Ho Ho, Western Civ. has got to go!” His European
blood began to boil in righteous indignation when he recalled how Jesse
Jackson once said he had spit in White people’s food when he was a young
restaurant worker. George now understood that that his people were on a
collision course with worldwide disaster and genocide. George realized
that this great people must not perish from the face of the earth.George could not wait to see his father. He longed to embrace him and apologize for all of the foolish and disrespectful things he had said to him. But first, George had a score to settle with a certain college professor. He walked into Dr. Silverstein’s auditorium and quietly took a seat in the back row. The nasal voiced Silverstein was lecturing on and on about racial and gender inequalities in European-centered civilizations. It was vintage Silverstein. George’s impressionable White schoolmates, with their baggy pants, hip-hop clothes and backwards baseball caps, were swallowing Silverstein’s poison pills hook, line and sinker. After letting Silverstein spew his cultural poison for about 15 minutes or so, George raised his hand so that he could give the professor a piece of his newly educated mind.
“George? Is that you? I remember you from last semester. I wasn’t aware that you were here today. I failed to recognize you in that shirt and tie, and without your earrings. You must have enjoyed my course so much that you signed up again eh? Class, I’d like for you to meet George. He was one of my brightest students last semester. He truly has a thorough grasp of the ideas presented in this course. George, would you be so kind as to tell my class about that brilliant term paper you wrote about European racism, imperialism, and the need for monetary reparations?”
That’s when young George let loose on the unsuspecting Professor.
“ENOUGH! You scheming devil! You mendacious fabricator of falsehoods! You pusillanimous purveyor of pinko propaganda! How dare you try to corrupt and manipulate our young minds with your filthy lies. We Europeans have nothing to be ashamed of, nothing to apologize for, and everything to be proud of. And most of all, we don’t owe anybody jack-**** – not one thin dime! To the contrary, it is the rest of humanity that owes us a debt which can never be repaid! We are the rightful heirs and protectors of a rich cultural heritage. You vile manipulator! We are the sons of the Romans, the sons of the Greeks, the Celtics, the Vikings, the Normans, the Saxons. Why do you inflict shame and guilt upon us? We Europeans didn’t just contribute to civilization…WE ARE CIVILIZATION! And I declare that I will no longer tolerate you ****head “intellectuals” trying to tear our people down. Never again will we walk on eggshells when we speak, always fearing that we might be called “racist.” I no longer care what people think. All that matters is the truth which you have sought to pervert!”
“What are you up to anyway? Why do you to corrupt my young peers by shoving false heroes down their throats. Enough of your Marxist games of divide and conquer, you commie pinko subversive! I don’t want to learn anymore about Martin Luther King, Jesse Jackson, Al Sharpton or Black History Month. They would not have amounted to anything without the institutions of high civilization created by the European peoples. I’m going to set this class straight about who the truly great men of history are – the European statesmen, scientists, explorers, monarchs, navigators, conquerors, inventors, artists, writers, philosophers – the innovative giants of history that you and your ilk have erased from our collective memories. You speak of a world liberated from European influence? Permit me tell your students about such a world, Silverstein, because I can speak from personal experience, you wretched little conspiring monster!”
Silverstein
turned white as a ghost. He was shell-shocked and rendered speechless
for the first time in his career! Never in all of his years at the
university had a student dared to so boldly challenge his falsehoods.
Speaking from the heart as well as the mind, and with an eloquence he
never thought he could muster, George broke out into a 60-minute
monologue on history, science, philosophy, culture, and all the other
attributes that constitute high civilization. The young students were
captivated by George’s brilliant oratory. Many were moved to tears. By
the end of his tirade, George’s reawakened classmates were thundering
their approval of his speech. The class gave George a standing ovation
and they thanked him for helping them rediscover and reclaim their own
sense of pride and lost identity. The unstoppable power of truth had
melted away years of Marxist guilt-tripping, self hate, wimpishness and
cultural brainwashing in just one unforgettable hour. The inspired
students proceeded to storm out of Silverstein’s class, throwing their
hip-hop baseball caps and nose earrings at him as they stampeded out and
vowed never to return. They lifted George up upon their shoulders and
carried him out of the auditorium like a conquering hero. With a glint
in his eye, George glanced up towards the sky, winked and said “Thank
you, Clarence.”Dr. Silverstein was left humiliated and visibly shaken. He knew that these reawakened European kids could never again be brainwashed with “political correctness” and White guilt. Silverstein’s greatest fear was that more of these proud European youths would one day reawaken and take their country and civilization back from the Silversteins of the world.
Silverstein
was worried, but he remained confident that most young men and women
would never learn the truth about their glorious past and unique
creative abilities. After all, the mass media, Hollywood, the music
industry, the colleges, and the public schools are all controlled by
“liberals” like Dr. Silverstein. With the power of political correctness
in their hands, they can continue to tear down our European ancestors,
destroy our institutions and traditions, instigate blacks and other
races against the whites, flood America with third-world immigration,
and push “hip-hop” music, homosexuality, and other garbage onto a weak,
confused and morally degenerate youth. After reflecting upon these
facts, Silverstein smiled a devilish grin and muttered to himself: “A few of these European sheep may wake up to what’s being done to them, but the majority of these idiots never will.”
And he smiled again….and laughed with diabolical Marxist glee. Then he
repeated to himself “No…they will never figure it all out until it’s too
late.”Or will they?
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