Thursday, July 31, 2008

The Censors of Google Strike

Hi, guys:

The Thoughtcrime blog (downwithjugears) has been locked on me, although for some reason this one has not been. Go figure. No idea what their reasoning is on this, if there is any. Thoughtcrime was actually a lot milder than this blog, but maybe it was my dissing Amy Winehouse that got it the chop. The official reason is "investigation of violation of Terms of Service"; I guess one of the geeks at Google in charge of these censorship gigs must be an Amy Winehouse fan.

They also locked down two other blogs of mine that I have not used in months, so there can be no question of "spam" or any such rubbish. (I've noticed that when ISPs want to censor inconvenient views and put a stop to people communicating, they always drag "spam" in there somewhere as a fig leaf to cover their moral nakedness.) Not quite sure how one can "spam" from a blog, but I'm sure they've got a good story, which I will try to obtain.

For the time being go to for a backup Thoughtcrime, although I've no idea how long that one will stay up. When they pull that one, I'll just set up another one, and when they pull this one, same thing.

I have moderated a Yahoo group for almost three years now, and during that time I've had to start over from scratch at least three times when the self-appointed censors pulled it down, and I have always built up my readership to the same level as before. It's what you have to live with in a totalitarian police state. Apparently the Usual Suspects have decided that there simply will be no criticism of Barack Obama in the blogosphere, period.

Illegitimi Non Carborundem - "Don't let the bastards wear you down."


Monkey Of The Year

[Somebody's still messing with this blog. Now it won't allow me to upload graphics. I apologize for all of this hassle to my readers.]

One thing that's been sickening me of late is the liberals and their orgasmic accolades of Hussein Obama, their Monkey of the Year. I don't care what liberal news channel you tune into, or what time of day or night it is, they'll have something about BO, his wife, his kids, or some other mundane piece of drivel playing.

I constantly hear words like "fantastic" and "powerful" and "heir to Kennedy", and other such puke. His speeches are always "powerful" or "groundbreaking", and his views on everything are always "insightful" and "prophetic". One blonde anchorwoman was chortling his praises so wild-eyed and excitedly that I could swear she had one hand under her dress while she crooned his praises.

And of course the tone changes immediately whenever they are forced to surrender 20 seconds of air time to McCain in the "interests of fairness" (gag). All the smiles are gone and they report about him like they're describing a new type of Ebola.

Granted, McCain is a steaming dog pile, but compared to that rubber-lipped chimp he's a saint. It's a sorry state for this country to be in when the two best candidates we have for President are a snob nigger and a power mad career criminal. Ain't America great?

Americans are fast getting fed up, and the status quo is about to become the status past if something doesn't change, and soon. Americans have reached the end of their collective rope. I've wondered a long time if it would ever happen, because whites have bent over and taken it now for over five decades without doing squat about it.

But I think Obama is the last straw. He's just too big of a piece of dung for America to swallow. The liberals have rigged the election, and you can bet your ass Obama will "win" the election. And when he does the government will fold in on itself like a house of cards in a wind storm.

Revolt is coming. The only question left is how it will start...

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Kafka Lives

After a Kafka-esque day I may have persuaded the Powers That Be to get all this silliness sorted out, although I presume we're still being monitored. We'll see.

It has not escaped my notice that I am making jokes about something that isn't really funny. That is the America of Jug-Ears and the Funky Monkey for you. Sometimes you just have to laugh, or you will bury your face in your hands and weep at what these pernicious vermin have done to a once great country.

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

The Secret Policeman's Balls-Up

Hi, guys:

More cyber-weirdness, which I won't get into except in a general way. Not being a rich Jew, I can't afford cable modem or DSL. Apparently what has happened is that one of the United States government's multifarious secret police agencies, Secret Service or whoever, have placed a tap on my telephone line which is sucking so much juice and creating so much static--I pick up the phone and it hisses at me like a tomcat--that I am having great difficulty getting a connection to the internet through my ISP.

Spent the day screaming and bellowing at assorted wogs gibbering broken English in comically misnamed "customer service" call centers which have been moved to India and Guatemala respectively, and eventually found that much out. It is apparently no longer possible to place any kind of call for any kind of customer service without getting sent to the Third World and trying to wade through a "customer rep's" broken English. They used to train these wogs to impersonate American or British accents and call themselves Kevin or Jennifer; now the secret's out and they don't bother any more, because they know that as always White people will grumble and then do nothing about it.

Anyway, it may be a while before your favorite blogs are fully restored to functionality. I was able to get this post up (obviously) and there's one at Thoughtcrime ( http://downwithjugears, ) trashing Amy Winehouse. Want to get things back up and running on all cylinders before I start ripping into the Funky Monkey again.

Oh, by the way, I presume you heard about that little contretemps with Michelle My Belle in the hotel room in New York? Looks like my "Michelle Has Fleas" story was spot on.

Weird Weekend

Hmmm...comments are back, in that I can approve them, but I can't post any of my own. Won't let me in, I get "Internet Explorer Cannot Display Page" when I try to post a comment. Could be someone wants to track the IP addresses of my commentators and doesn't want me re-posting them under my own IP. You might want to e-mail me your comments anyway and I'll post them directly to the blog itself.

Monday, July 28, 2008

Is He Going To Diss The Bitch?

Still no word on whether or not BO is going to let the Sea Hag onto his ticket as Vice Presidential nominee. He's getting all the mileage he can out of her, but supposedly a number of her top battle-axes, er, supporters, have already met with Mr. Potato Head's people to figure out how best to kneecap the Funky Monkey for his uppitiness. I understand that the Democrats are referring to Mommy Dearest's die-hard Gorgons as PUMAs ("Party Unity My Ass.")

Word has it that Michelle My Belle has already put her hoof down and said "No Hillary," so we may see a contest as to which one of these ugly broads gets to pussy-whip BO. However, if he does give Mommy Dearest the VP slot, Obama better start wearing kevlar underwear. Arkansas and Washington are littered with the dead bodies of people who got in the Clintons' way, and they have no scruples at all about doing in a brother. Was that business with Hussein's airplane last month really accidental? Remember Ron Brown?

NOTE: Someone, presumably at Google and presumably at the request of the secret police, has disabled the comments section on this blog, which in a way is something of an accolade, because it shows we're having an impact. I know it's somebody monkeying around, no pun intended, because none of my other blogs are so disabled. I am trying to actually raise a human being up out of his coffin at Google, which is something of an undertaking, and see if I can get something done about this. Will keep you all posted. Failing the return of the comments section I will simply re-post comments directly to the blog. They will eventually just pull it down, of course, like they have other anti-Obama blogs, in which case I will immediately start it back up again. Make of note of my addies so you can e-mail me and find the new URL: and

Sunday, July 27, 2008

Why Can't Anyone GO FIRST?

Jean Paul Marat posted a comment to yesterday's harangue: "Why do we keep waiting for a spark? This spark never seems to come. Why not just act already?"

The White man has many character-related problems, but I think he's put his finger on one of the central ones. White men seem to have completely lost the ability to GO FIRST on anything.

We used to be leaders in everything. Bear in mind that we are the race who piled into the Conestoga wagons and lit out for California and Oregon across lethal and uncharted plans, as recently as 150 years ago, without so much as a map, never mind a Motel 6. A few of us still have the moral fiber to still be good followers, good sergeants--but we produce no captains capable of leading a charge, and certainly no generals capable of planning a campaign any more.

It is true that we have largely lost our physical courage, but you still see occasional remnants of that in White firefighters and cops and those poor dumb bastards who ended up in Iraq because all the entry level jobs in their little home towns were taken by Mexicans, and they had no choice but the army if they wanted a paycheck and even rudimentary benefits.

I think with a little practice we could recover our courage. But what we can't seem to recover is our initiative. I have had more than one person comment who attributes the White man's failure to act as being due not to cowardice so much as pee-pure laziness, and I think there's a lot to that.

Ever since I completed The Brigade in December, I have been confronted with an odd phenomenon: all kinds of strange people whom I do not know have been trying to get me to call them on the telephone. (Not asking for my number; they want me to call them so that the LUDs will show that I initiated the call.) It's usually pretty clear from the contents of their e-mails or their chats what they want to talk about. These yo-yos quite seriously expect me to telephone them and talk about committing serious felonies on the telephone with people whom I do not know and never met before in my life.

I've simply been assuming that these people are especially incompetent police informers or cops (your taxpayer dollars in action!) But maybe not. As the incidents keep on recurring, as people read The Brigade, I'm getting a slightly different impression as to what may be going on. Judging from the tenor of their e-mailed comments (FTR, I'm not nutty enough to call total strangers and talk about overthrowing the government, so knock it off, will you, guys?) I get the impression that they want, that they need to hear my voice to fulfill some deep psychological need in the White man--the need to get permission.

The White man has grown up in a quietly totalitarian society based on the corporate workplace where, in some cases, you literally need to get permission from the boss like some shamefaced schoolchild raising his hand in order to go to the bathroom. The White man has grown up in a society where he is accustomed to being not only told what to do for eight hours of the day, but told what to think by the television; he has become accustomed to allowing a box with an electronic screen to make his moral judgments for him. He has completely lost the ability to think and to act without permission from someone, the boss or the electronic box or someone or something else he has been conditioned to hold in authority.

Now there is another box with an electronic screen in front of the White man (this one) where he can at least find a few dissenting opinions, but the problem is reversed; it's TMI, too much information, too much choice, too many things that try to make him think and make the White man's head hurt. The White man can't think on his own any more; the attempt confuses him and upsets him.

The White man knows that things in this society are badly, terribly wrong. He gets it every time he pulls up to the gas pump or goes through the grocery store checkout line and hears the gabble of Spanish. His own primal, instinctive urge to strike out and smash Barack Obama's grinning monkey-face to a pulp with a hammer tells him this, not to mention the entire lifetime of crap he has put up with from America's swaggering bullies in black skins and black suits.

But the White man can't seem to GO FIRST any more. He can't act without permission. It's the way he's been conditioned, the way he's been socially engineered. He has to have someone hold his hand, and stroke him, and tell him it's really okay after all for him to think and feel these things that the television tells him he shouldn't. These weird people may well be trying to get me to call them because they want my permission to do the right thing.

But that's not the way it works. A White man (as opposed to a mere White male) does the right thing not because he has asked or obtained anyone's permission, but because it is right. And he doesn't need an electronic box or a talking head on a cable show or some blow-dried, bouffant-haired preacher to tell him what is right. The instinctive knowledge of what is right should be imprinted indelibly on his genes.

It's still there, guys. What you need. Seek for it within yourselves, and you'll find it.

Saturday, July 26, 2008

The Idiots Among Us

Congressman Jerry Lewis called me this morning, inviting me to join a town hall meeting he was hosting in my area over a conference call. When I joined in, I was astonished and disgusted and the sheer stupidity of the majority of the people voicing their opinions. Talk about brain-dead...

Many of them sucked up a ton of everyone's time with hmms and haws, and uums, etc., or stuttering, or talking about totally irrelevant crap. Many of them deliberately dragged out their time on the phone, simply because they loved to hear themselves talk.You think I'm kidding? I'm not. And even when they finally did get around to their point, it was almost always some ridiculous, childish complaint that had absolutely no basis in reality.

They embarrassed me and also the Congressman as well. It got so bad that I had to hang up.

I just couldn't take anymore of their idiocy. Repeatedly though, Lewis answered questions by saying that his hands were tied because Congress was now controlled by the liberals, whose agenda was completely the opposite of his and most of the country. And we all know the reason the liberals are in power, it's because of idiots just like the morons I listened to this morning.

And these are the supposedly smart ones of the pack...

The populations in the areas that elect liberal politicians are a majority of black and Hispanic. This is because they are the breeders. And the more there are of these parasites, the more liberals are voted into office. It's simple math. And as any fool with the intelligence of a turnip knows, the dark races are pretty damned stupid.

Uneducated, undisciplined, immoral, selfish, greedy, dishonest, and with an IQ bordering on retarded, these vast unwashed masses are allowed to vote our leaders into office. What's wrong with this picture?

The liberals (Democrats) learned a long, long time ago the key to political success: court the mud races. For as long as these animals have the vote, they'll have the power to further their agenda to destroy our culture and race. These stupid semi-savages are too arrogant and stupid to realize that they're cutting their own throats by supporting these monsters. Oh, they'll find out in time. True. But by then it'll be too late. They'll all be either dead, dying, or enslaved by the new liberal communist government. No more Welfare, Foodstamps, freebees or free rides. No more "ciboh raaahts" and no more protection for wetbacks. Just slave labor or death. That will be the ironic justice we'll see meted out to these lazy parasites in the end. A just end, true, but we'll suffer far more, because by then the damned liberals will have completed their agenda of destroying us.

This is not to say the conservatives are much better. They've swung to the extreme on the other end of the spectrum, favoring big business and the rich over the welfare of the working man every time. Like the liberals, they strongly believe in an elite class and do their damndest to keep the money out of the hands of those that could and would fix this country. For to do that would cut off the blood flow to these financial vampires.

There's only one cure for the mess we're in, and that's revolution. Congress and the Senate must be disbanded and all its members both past and present must be arrested, charged, and tried for high treason, then taken out and publicly shot as an example to all those remaining corporate and political parasites that survive, that in the future this type of rape of a country will cost them their lives. Evil only understands and respects one thing: force. And any fool that doesn't understand that is too stupid to hold any amount of authority.

This country was a great experiment in democracy for the masses. It worked, so long as only white men voted. Honor and intelligence. Both those necessary qualities are now missing in the average voter. Most couldn't tell you the capitol of their own state to save their life, or tell you what the issues are that they just voted for or against. The majority of them vote along party lines, regardless of the consequences or the abject evil of the candidate running for office. And those corrupt bastards know it. Don't ever think they don't.

McCain called us "ignorant peasants." He was right. Most shouldn't be allowed to vote for who's going to be the local dogcatcher, let alone leader of the free world. I use Obama as my prime example. The very fact that this chimp could become a senator, let alone a Presidential hopeful tells a disgusting truth about the American public. They're idiots.

Giving the vote to blacks, the uneducated, and the illiterate is like putting a gun in the hands of a baby. Sheer lunacy. The great experiment is over, and it failed. Democracy doesn't work.

We need to choose our leaders through a national selection process, where the best people for the job are found through background checks, psychological testing and honest intelligence tests. And there should be a caveat that no member of the elite class can hold any office. They have no clue as to the plight of the common man, having never lived anything but privilege, and have no business in power. Their agenda has always been and ever shall be, to make the rich richer at the expense of the People, whom they consider their personal cash cow. Take the Bush family and Pelosi as examples. No integrity whatsoever.

Let me drop this little bomb on you: last month, Jug-Ears tried hard to push through the senate a bill he created that would cut Medicare and Medicaid benefits for the disabled and elderly by 100 billion dollars! Well, it failed, fortunately. It was only shortly after the defeat of his bill that it was discovered that he was also asking congress for another huge chunk of money to support his war effort in Iraq. How much was he wanting? 100 billion dollars!!! No joke!! Pretty odd coincidence, eh? Yeah, right. And if you believe that, the check is in the

Jug figured he'd rob America's poor..again, as if they weren't already struggling, and use their money to fund his party's oil ambitions. Bastard..

Elitists are ruthless, evil people. Hell, they were raised that way. It's who they are. They don't know how else to think or behave and it's way too late to change them. The only thing we can do with them is remove them from power and make damn sure they never get back into power...ever.

So on one hand we have the vast unwashed masses, and on the other the corrupt elite. This is why we must take back our country and destroy the present system. A ruling party of carefully screened Americans must become our voting block, and the pool from which all our leaders are drawn from. Political clout and wealth should never be a criteria in gaining office, and stupidity must be weeded out like the cancer it is.

Our nation is headed for collapse. It's inevitable, thanks to the corrupt and incompetent that rule us. Afterwards it'll be up to us whether or not we want to go through this mess all over again or start with a clean slate. Sure, the old guard will fight tooth and nail to hold onto the very power they used to wreck our country, but they'll have to be dealt with in the harshest possible terms.

What exists now will pass, and we'll make damn sure it stays that way...

-The Lone Haranguer

Friday, July 25, 2008

A Word of Warning

Hi, guys:

Okay, I'm going to be working up some serious raves for this site, but before I do, I need to post a public warning. We should always assume that, in the 1984-like world of Jug-Ears and the Sea Hag and BO, we are under surveillance at all times. However, assuming is one thing and knowing is something else.

I now have been given actual and indisputable proof that this web site is being monitored by the secret police. I have a moral duty to my readers to warn them of that fact. My name is not Tom Metzger, and I will not lead my readers and supporters into a trap just for money or to feed my own ego. This web site contains forbidden words and ideas. The government seriously does not want you reading it, and it is entirely possible that visiting this site could "get you into trouble" in whatever form the regime chooses to dish it out, to those palefaces whose minds are insufficiently under control, and who wish to partake of the forbidden fruit of knowledge.

I have considered disabling the comments section altogether, so as to shield your IP addresses from surveillance and maybe keep some of you from getting into the regime's databases, but as a believer in freedom of speech and in the old pre-9/11 Constitution, as little as it was honored even before September 11th, I realize that is not my decision to make. It would in essence be silencing some of you and giving the tyrant what he wants.

So here is what we will do:

You can, if you choose, e-mail your comments to me at or or any of my other e-mails addresses which are known to some of you but maybe not to our friends in the silk suits. I will then re-post your comments to the Tyrannicide or Thoughtcrime blogs myself, either anonymously or using a pseudonym of your choice.

Even this may sound a bit paranoid, but you don't want a couple of our friends with the broken noses showing up at your workplace one day and losing you your job, just because you visited the wrong web site.

Thursday, July 24, 2008

My Attitude Has Been Noted

"Your attitude has been noted, you know. Oh yes, it's been noted!" - Dr. Zhivago

There was a joke going the rounds back in the Cold War days. An American and a Russian were arguing about the respective merits of their countries' systems of government. "In the USA, we have freedom of speech," said the American.

"But in the Soviet Union we have freedom of speech as well!" insisted the Russian.

The American countered, "Yes, but in America, we have freedom after the speech!"

"Aahhhh....." said the Russian.

No more, unfortunately. Congratulations are in order to Your Friend and Humble Narrator. I got my first Knock On The Door in a long time earlier today, so I am now an official Dissident Writer. Can't be a proper dissident without an occasional Knock On The Door. If you don't get any, it shows you're not doing your job.

Of course, this is America, and the whole idea behind America was at one time, in theory at least, that there would be no Knocks On The Door. Now let me tell you the one about the Three Bears.

The rationale behind my Northwest novels, and this blog as well, was that the morally denatured pond scum who rule us aren't quite ready to arrest people who write books the government doesn't like, and who discuss in public subjects the government does not wish to be discussed, such as the Death Of The King. Suppressing and silencing a writer because the state finds his writing uncomfortable and annoying would open too many cans of worms--I hoped.

But it may turn out that I was in error on that. These people have gotten away with so much over the past eight years, including warrantless wiretapping and surveillance, warrantless covert entry, secret prisons overseas and legalized torture, and they have met so little in the way of opposition, that they may have decided to push the envelope a little further.

I don't see what I could possibly be charged with, although I'm sure a creative US Attorney (one of those who wasn't fired by Alberto Gonzales) could think of something bizarre and outre. Jug-Ears and his little Jewish friends have twisted and bent the law like a pretzel, until it has taken on weird and demented forms. It's even possible that I could end up taking an all expenses paid vacation to sunny Guantanamo Bay. They have to ratchet it up another notch and try that shit on native-born White Americans sometime, after all, if indeed they're not doing it already. (They may be doing so. How would we know if they were? All we would know would be that certain people have disappeared, and I can think of two of my acquaintances at least who fit that bill, including my former publisher Donald O'Shields.)

Most likely, though, they'll just complain to Google, and since Google already has a track record of "disappearing" anti-Obama blogs, you may click on Tyrannicide one day soon and get "Page cannot be displayed" or that weird page of Bible rubbish that was coming up for a day a while back.

Please note my two e-mail addresses: and and try to contact me if this blog vanishes. I'll tell you where it's been moved to.


Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Who's Running The Funky Monkey? Part #2

It seems fairly obvious that BO was plucked from a well-deserved obscurity and groomed for his eventual role of keeping Hillary Clinton out of the White House sometime fairly early in this decade. If not an outright Muslim Manchurian Candidate, then who did the plucking? My guess is a cabal of high-ranking Democrats who, having seen the Sea Hag close up, have developed such a visceral loathing for Hillary that they would do anything, anything at all, to keep her and her shambling drug-addicted husband out of the Oval Office--even hand the whole country over to a monkey.

But who specifically? My guess would be the Kennedies, in view of the fact that Hussein has now appropriated the tattered Kennedy mantle and is now swanning around Europe pretending he is a reincarnation of the power-mad satyr JFK. Without the drunkenness thus far, I'll give him that much, although we don't know about the philandering--the Obama-worshipping media wouldn't let us know about it if it was going on, just like the contemptible dogs covered for JFK for decades and even covered for Billyboy during the first part of his reign.

Monday, July 21, 2008

Cacking Barack - It's American As Apple Pie

"The U.S. bombing of Iraq, June 26, 1993, in retaliation for an alleged Iraqi plot to assassinate former president George Bush, "was essential," said President Clinton, "to send a message to those who engage in state-sponsored terrorism ... and to affirm the expectation of civilized behavior among nations." * (Billyboy failed to whack Saddam in '93 and 15 years later, his wife so far hasn't managed successfully to whack that bubble-lipped Chicago street nigger.)

The following is a list of both successful and failed assassination plots, and coups and coup plots involving the assassination of foreign leaders the wonderful democracy of the United States found inconvenient or annoying. Fortunately for most of these foreign leaders, the CIA and the assorted gangsters and local hoodlums that the CIA hired were not especially competent at killing people, but then the United States government is not especially competent at anything. In no definite order or priority:

The following is a list of prominent foreign individuals whose assassination (or planning for same) the United States has been involved in since the end of the Second World War. The list does not include several assassinations in various parts of the world carried out by anti-Castro Cubans employed by the CIA and headquartered in the United States.

1949 - Kim Koo, Korean opposition leader (successful)

1950s - CIA/Neo-Nazi hit list of more than 200 political figures in West Germany to be "put out of the way" in the event of a Soviet invasion

1950s - Chou En-lai, Prime minister of China, several attempts on his life. (all failed.)

1950s, 1962 - Sukarno, President of Indonesia (failed)

1951 - Kim Il Sung, Premier of North Korea (failed)

1953 - Mohammed Mossadegh, Prime Minister of Iran (successful)

1950s (mid) - Claro M. Recto, Philippines opposition leader (successful)

1955 - Jawaharlal Nehru, Prime Minister of India (failed)

1957 - Gamal Abdul Nasser, President of Egypt (failed)

1959, 1963, 1969 - Norodom Sihanouk, leader of Cambodia (failed)

1960 - Brig. Gen. Abdul Karim Kassem, leader of Iraq (failed)

1950s-70s - José Figueres, President of Costa Rica, two attempts on his life (failed)

1961 - Francois "Papa Doc" Duvalier, leader of Haiti (failed)

1961 - Patrice Lumumba, Prime Minister of the Congo (Zaire) (successful)

1961 - Gen. Rafael Trujillo, leader of Dominican Republic (successful)

1963 - Ngo Dinh Diem, President of South Vietnam (successful)

1960s-70s - Fidel Castro, President of Cuba, many attempts on his life (failed)

1960s - Raúl Castro, high official in government of Cuba (failed)

1965 - Francisco Caamaño, Dominican Republic opposition leader (failed, if memory serves)

1965 - Charles de Gaulle, President of France (failed)

1966 - Hendrik Verwoerd, Prime Minister of South Africa (successful)

1967 - Che Guevara, Cuban leader (successful)

1970 - Salvador Allende, President of Chile (successful)

1970 - Gen. Rene Schneider, Commander-in-Chief of Army, Chile (failed)

1970s, 1981 - General Omar Torrijos, leader of Panama (failed?)

1972 - General Manuel Noriega, Chief of Panama Intelligence (failed; Noriega abducted to U.S and tortured instead in late 1980s)

1975 - Mobutu Sese Seko, President of Zaire (failed)

1976 - Michael Manley, Prime Minister of Jamaica (failed)

1980-1986 - Muammar Qaddafi, leader of Libya (failed)

1982 - Ayatollah Khomeini, leader of Iran (failed)

1983 - Gen. Ahmed Dlimi, Moroccan Army commander (? Can't locate any reference to this)

1983 - Miguel d'Escoto, Foreign Minister of Nicaragua (successful; some question about U.S. involvement)

1984 - The nine comandantes of the Sandinista National Directorate (failed)

1985 - Sheikh Mohammed Hussein Fadlallah, Lebanese Shiite leader (successful; 80 people killed in the attempt, large bomb hallmark of Israeli Mossad)

1991 - Saddam Hussein, leader of Iraq (failed; Saddam later captured, handed over to hs tribal enemies by U. S., and murdered in 2006)

1993 - Mohamed Farah Aideed, prominent clan leader of Somalia (failed, Aidid later assassinated in late 90s but believed to be by his own internal rivals with no U.S. involvement)

1998, 2001-2 - Osama bin Laden, leading Islamic militant (boy, has this one ever failed!)

1999 - Slobodan Milosevic, President of Yugoslavia (failed; Milosevic later abducted by U.N. and believed poisoned to death in his cell because he was scoring too many political and moral points during his "war crimes" show trial at the Hague.)

2002 - Gulbuddin Hekmatyar, Afghan Islamic leader and warlord (failed; U.S. asset "Hollywood Haq" who made the attempt captured and hanged from a lamp post)

2003 - Saddam Hussein and his two sons (see above. Both Uday and Desay Hussein betrayed for money to U.S. Special Forces, dying in combat with blazing weapons in their hands, so that is not exactly assassination.)

2008 - Barack Hussein Obama......

* Washington Post, June 27, 1993

Taken from Killing Hope: U.S. Military and CIA Interventions Since World War II

Sunday, July 20, 2008

Who Is Running The Funky Monkey? Part #1

It's an interesting intellectual exercise to try and figure out just who the hell is actually behind Barack Obama. Maybe if we can figure out who's running him we could figure out what it would take to get rid of him.

First off, BO doesn't have the intelligence to run a campaign like this. Despite his White blood, he's actually pretty dumb. He inherited his skin from his slut mother but not her brains, what brains she had that weren't burned out on smack. If you've ever listened to this nig-nog try and speak off the cuff, without his Jewish speech writers, he just sort of maunders vaguely about nothing in particular, while all the pundits subsequently fall down swooning in adoration about how brilliant he is, and patch him up with sound bytes and creative editing so he doesn't sound like a cretin. But he's been running for President for over a year now, and he hasn't actually said anything.

What he did say back in January, he is now busily flip-flopping on like a fish out of water. Remember BO's promise to pull out of Iraq right away, and his promise to make do with public funding instead of private donations? Boy, didn't they go the way of the passenger pigeon and the Great Auk in a hurry? Now Hussein's lips are glued to every Jewish buttock he can find, he's swearing to nuke Iran, and he just promised the American puppet ruler in Afghanistan a perpetual lifeline to make sure he doesn't end up swinging from a lamp post like his Soviet-appointed predecessor.

Hussein's handlers and campaign strategists are all Jews, of course, but you can't read anything into that. All political campaigns are run by Jews and all politicians have a little hose-nose in an expensive suit standing behind them and whispering in their ear. That's just situation normal. I shriek with laughter when I hear these dumb-ass niggers talking about "the O-man"; some kike is writing the O-man's speeches and the O-man is allowing his whole campaign to be run by the very people who brought blacks here in slavery in the first place, the Jews. (See Louis Farrakhan if you coons won't believe me, which I don't give a damn if you do or not.) Where was I?

Okay, back to the O-man. What you need to do when you want to figure out what's going on in this society is to follow the money trail.

Where the hell is this bush ape getting all these shekels? $52 million in June alone and we're expected to believe that all of that came from Little Miss Clueless in the San Fernando Valley making two-figure donations on her Daddy's credit card and Aunt Jemima in Alabama kicking in her big jar of pennies she saved from her welfare check for years? Oh, come on, now!

Who has that kind of money to throw around? Certain robe-wearing fat men from a certain desert region of the world with a lot of metal things sticking up out of the ground, is who.

I am still of the opinion that Obama was groomed to take down Hillary Clinton as early as 2002--but that money factor puzzles me. I just can't see dissident Democrats coming up with all that kale, no matter how much they despise the Sea Hag. At some point along the line, the oil sheikhs got involved. Why?

There may well be something to this "secret Muslim Manchurian candidate" after all.

Saturday, July 19, 2008

Obama Go O-booma?

BO is supposed to be including Israel in his pre-coronation victory lap of the world to let everybody bask in his baby-shit brown glow. (A victory lap wherein he very pointedly left the gorilla-faced Michelle and her bodily vermin behind.)

I rather doubt that the hebes would want the embarrassment of him going splat and ending up looking like a pile of dog doo on some sidewalk in Jerusalem, so they'll probably guard him closely, but hey, some Palestinian dude who doesn't know about Hussein's Manchurian Candidate status might get lucky. Won't be the first time the left hand hasn't known what the right hand is doing over there.

And remember, Arabs are brave, unlike chickenshit American White males. They'll actually do things.

Friday, July 18, 2008

The Future

[More excerpts from an old article I wrote back in the days when Barack Obama was still standing around with his homeys doing coke on the corner in Chicago.]

Aside from the massive vote fraud which has become a regular feature of American elections, demographics increasingly dictate against our use of electoral politics. The simple fact of the matter is that White people in general are becoming outnumbered in large parts of this country, and racially conscious White people even more so. The various Third World minorities, the left-wing, union, feminist and faggot bloc votes will combine with that solid lump of White jackasses who simply will not change their voting patterns no matter how much it would be in their racial interest to do so.

And suppose we did win a few minor public offices? Elected officials in this society no longer wield much in the way of effective power; true power is concentrated unconstitutionally in the hands of the federal judiciary and the massive civil service bureaucracy. There is little point in getting our people elected to talking shops whose primary function in these times is to rubber-stamp the power structure's true agenda.....

At some point in the future, the White man in North America will be confronted with a choice: he must either fight for his right to exist here, literally, in the sense of armed combat with military weapons, or he must perish and hand his children over into slavery.

We cannot save our people if we persistently refuse even to discuss physical resistance against the government which is enslaving us and the anthropoid sub-species who butcher us like hogs for sport. We cannot hope to lead our children out of the terrible world into which they have been born if we lie to them and lie to ourselves that ultimate salvation will be found in a ballot box or a computer terminal behind which we can sit on a soft cushioned chair. If our race is to survive, then there must come a time of death, blood and fire.

Thursday, July 17, 2008

God, Keep That Thing On A Leash!

I notice that Michelle My Belle is not going with her Main Nigger What Counts to Europe, Iraq, and Afghanistan. I can well imagine why not. World statesmen and leaders are going to have enough of a hard time pretending to take the Funky Monkey seriously as a player, without even a full term in the Senate under his belt yet. They don't want to have to look at that female creature and pretend to converse with it. That face is enough to put anybody off their feed at a rubber chicken diplomatic dinner.

In fact, BO's Jewish handlers seem to be doing their best to hide Michelle My Belle away from public view, as well they should. Michelle is distinguished for her passionate racism and hatred of White people, but above all by her phenomenal ugliness, even by negroid standards, not to mention her flea infestation, which is kind of embarrassing to take with you on a diplomatic tour. Barry, okay, he's got enough White blood in him to make him sufficiently baby-shit brown so you can at least stand to look at him in daylight without heaving. Michelle--oh, my God! The woman literally looks like a gorilla.

You look at these critters somebody seems to be planning to put in the White House, and you have to ask yourself: how the hell did this happen? Is this some kind of joke? You know, Hillary may have some grounds for complaint about her votes in the primary being diddled, as bad as she herself would have been.

Who in God's name is really behind this monkoid, and where is all that money coming from? It ain't coming from ditzy Valley girls making little donations on Daddy's credit card, I can tell you that. Who the hell is about to inflict this horror on our country?

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Islam's Manchurian Candidate

The Jihad Candidate
by Rich Carroll

How long did it take Islam and their oil money to find a candidate for President of the United States? As long as it took them to place a Senator from Illinois? The same amount of time to create a large Muslim enclave in Detroit? The time it took them to build over 2,000 mosques in America? The same amount of time required to place radical wahabbist clerics in our military and prisons as "chaplains?"

How long to find a candidate who can get away with lying about their father being a "freedom fighter" when he was actually part of the most corrupt and violent government in Kenya's history? Find a candidate with close ties to the Nation of Islam and the violent Muslim overthrow in Africa, a candidate who is educated among white infidel Americans but hides his bitterness and anger behind a superficial toothy smile?

Find a candidate who changes his American name of Barry to the Muslim name of Barak Hussein Obama, and dares anyone to question his true ties lest they be accussed of racism? Nurture this candidate in an atmosphere of anti-white American teaching and surround him with Islamic teachers?

Provide him with a bitter, racist, anti-white, anti-American wife, and supply him with Muslim Middle East connections and Islamic monies? Allow him to be clever enough to get away with his anti-white rhetoric and proclaim he will give $834 billion taxpayer dollars to the Muslim controlled United Nations for use in Africa?

Install your candidate in an atmosphere of deception because questioning him on any issue involving Africa or Islam would be seen as bigoted racism; two words too powerful to allow the citizenry to be informed of facts. Allow your candidate to employ several black racist Nation of Islam Louis Farrakhan followers as members of his Illinois Senatorial and campaign staffs.

Where is the bloodhound American "free press" who doggedly overturned every stone in the Watergate case? Where are our nation's reporters that have placed every Presidential candidate under the microscope of detailed scrutiny; the same press who pursue Bush's Skull and Bones club or ran all the other candidates off with persistent detective and research work?

Why haven't newsmen pursued the 65 blatant lies told by this candidate during the Presidential primaries? Where are the stories about this candidate's cousin and the Muslim butchery in Africa? Since when did our national press corps become weak, timid, and silent?

Why haven't they regaled us with the long list of socialists and communists who have surrounded this out-of-nowhere Democratic candidate or that his church re-printed the Hamas Manifesto in their bulletin, and that his "close pastor, friend and mentor" met with Middle East terrorist Moammar Gaddafi, Guide of the First of September Great Revolution of the Socialist People's Libyan Arab Jamahiriya? Why isn't the American press telling us this candidate is supported by every Muslim organization in the world?

As an ultimate slap in the face, be blatant in the fact your candidate has ZERO interest in traditional American values and has the most liberal voting record in U.S. Senate history.

Why has the American main stream media clammed-up on any negative reporting on Barak Hussein Obama? Why will they print Hillary Rodham Clinton's name but never write his middle name? Is it not his name?

Why, suddenly, is any information about this candidate not coming from main stream media, but from the blogosphere by citizens seeking facts and the truth? Why isn't our media connecting the dots with Islam? Why do they focus on those bad American soldiers while Islam slaughters non Muslims daily in 44 countries around the globe? Why does our media refer to Darfur as ethnic cleansing instead of what it really is; Muslims killing non Muslims?

There is enough strange, anti-American activity surrounding Barak Hussein Obama to pique the curiosity of any reporter.


Change for America?

What change?

To become another nation of Islam?

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Barack The Teflon Negro

Remember de Revvund Wright? Remember Michelle's crazed Hate Whitey rant in the same church, after they were supposed to have left it? Remember BO's childhood in a Muslim madrassah in a foreign country? Remember his drug-dealing past, which he himself admits to in his flaky memoirs? Remember the questions about BO's birth certificate and whether he's even legally and constitutionally eligible to be president?

These stories all disappeared, right off the radar. Poof. Gone in a puff of smoke, along with anything else even remotely critical of the Funky Monkey. The drive-by media want this coon as prez so bad they are willing to overlook anything and let him get away with anything. This nigger could drop his trousers and expose himself on nationwide TV and the media wouldn't report it. When Michelle had her little Whitey outburst they literally made the tape disappear.

The lefties have been bitching and moaning for eight years about our having a President who was not elected, but effectively appointed by the Supreme Court, and so they should. But now it looks like we may get an affirmative action President who was in essence appointed by a left-wing liberal media who refused to do their job, investigate this nigger, and expose his stupidity and his criminal past and find out who the hell is really behind him.

Monday, July 14, 2008

At The Press Conference

[Excerpted from A MIGHTY FORTRESS by H. A. Covington, available online from and Barnes and Noble.]

Frank Barrow got up and addressed the American delegation down the table. "I think that in all fairness to those who have died on both sides of this war over the past five years, I need to tell you people flat out, from the beginning, that if you think we're going to walk out of here with something besides an independent, sovereign Aryan Republic in these briefcases, then not only are you completely mistaken, but it's clear that you know us so little that there is no point in continuing these discussions. We might as well close up shop right now and get back to slaughtering one another, until you guys are ready to get serious. I know that in your minds you have some idea that you will be able to buy us off with money or with shiny toys, or else you think we're so dumb that you're going to be able to run rings around us and swindle us out of the prize. Fair enough. I suppose you wouldn't be who and what you are, if you didn't try. Deception and contempt for white people is in your very blood. You think you're going to palm us off with some kind of dominion or territorial status, turn the Northwest into some kind of white Puerto Rico or some nonsense like that. That's not going to happen. If you don't understand that, then you don't know anything at all about us.

"We began this rebellion to be free of you, free of your government, free of your capitalism, free of your filth and your sexual perversions, free of your Jews, free of your soulless greed, free of everything that you are. We do not want to be you any more. We do not want to be Americans any more. Manifest destiny might have been a good idea once, when that destiny was in control of the white men who made this continent. But it's no longer valid. America was once the shining city on the hill, but you people have turned it into the world's largest experiment in landfill. Well, all that's over now. We dawdled and screwed around for three generations after the end of World War Two, and there is a price to be paid for that cowardice and foolishness on our part. The price is that we can't take all of our country back. But we're damned well going to take some of it back. If you want to put this Biblically, long ago you from us the birthright of our race, and in return all we got was a mess of pottage called democracy, and Ronald McDonald. Fine. Well, now you're going to give Esau back what you stole from him. One last thing. Just remember as we progress, that it was you who called this pow-wow and not us. We were ready to keep on fighting for the next thirty years when you contacted us in June. We're ready to do it now." Barrow sat down.

"You don't seriously imagine that you have defeated the United States of America with your vicious little terrorist campaign?" demanded Brubaker with a sneer.

"I don't care what you want to call it," said Barrow. "The fact is that when all is said and done, you are here talking to us, and you called the meeting, not us. You can rationalize it all you want, and I have no doubt that American historians will spend the next hundred years rationalizing and explaining it all away. It is pointless to try and threaten us. The greatest glory of the past five years is that we are no longer afraid of you, because we have now seen that American bureaucrats and American cops and American assholes bleed just like anybody else." He turned to O'Connell and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't intend to launch into a speech, but I really do think it will save everyone some time if I make clear what our position is."

"I don't think we need to dignify that disgraceful tirade with an answer!" spluttered Weintraub.

"Ignore it all you want, Christ-killer!" thundered McCausland. "Swagger and strut and cut a caper all you want in front of your tame jackals here! But the Lord has lifted his hand once again in the affairs of men, and He has brought us here to extract from you another payment on your eternal debt, the holy blood that was spilled on Calvary!"

"We did not kill your God!" shrieked Weintraub hysterically. "God damn Mel Gibson! You have seen that filthy movie, haven't you? I thought we'd melted down every copy!"

O'Connell stood up. "Gentlemen, please! You're not at the bloody hog market in Dingle, so yer not! Now sit down, the both of yez!" When things had subsided he said, "Now let's at least be civil shall we? Mr. Ramirez from the Los Angeles Times, please."

McCausland spoke low to Barrow "Look, I'm sorry, Frank, I know you don't want religion injected, but Christ-killer always gives them the heebie-jeebies, and it's such darned fun to watch them flip their sheeny-beanie!"

"This is going to be a dog's dinner!" moaned Barrow.

Ramirez from the L. A. Times got up and asked his question. "Mr. Stanhope, would you comment on the recent talks held between government officials, senior members of Congress, and representatives of Frente de La Raza regarding the establishment of an autonomous Hispanic territory in the southwestern United States? Is this conference here at Longview the precursor to the break-up of the North American continent into separate ethnic and racial enclaves?"

There was sudden dead silence from the American side of the bench and from the assembled media. "That's the first I've heard of any such talks," said Barrow. He called over to Stanhope, and he was heard all over the room. "What, you're giving the spics their own country in North America, but the white man can't have one, too?"

Stanhope leaned over, and quietly said, "No comment. I think this would be a good point at which to bring this press conference to a conclusion." And without another word the whole American delegation got up and walked out.

"Well, ah, I suppose that's it, then," said Ambassador O'Connell, clearly nonplussed. "Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your…"

"The Americans may be done, Mr. O'Connell," said Barrow, "But I see no reason why we should be. I'm sure these folks have a lot more questions they'd like to ask the NVA representatives."

"Yeah," boomed out Morgan. "Hell, let those sorry assholes walk out. We're not like them. We ain't afraid of questions. Ask us anything you want. Just so long as you understand that you might not like the answers you git."

So for the next hour, the rebels fielded the reporters' questions, and it turned into something like "Everything You Always Wanted to Know About the Northwest Volunteer Army But Were Afraid To Ask." By vacating the conference in confusion, the Americans had managed to leave their opponents a clear field, and Barrow made the most of it. Every NVA Volunteer at the conference was asked at least one question. Cody was glad that Doctor Doom and Jack Cannon weren't present, but were upstairs going about their de-bugging, lest someone get curious about what they were there for.

The journalists' questions ranged from weighty points of political and racial principle and National Socialist ideology, to trivial and nosy personal queries from the tabloids, such as when one geek from a supermarket rag asked Jane Chenault what her measurements were, to which she replied "With or without the kevlar?" and then batted him aside. Nightshade was asked again how old she was, and she simply shrugged and told them, without any wisecracks, which impressed Cody.

The same reporter asked Cody the same question. "I just recently turned eighteen," he told them. "Which makes me old enough to be drafted into the United States Army and be sent overseas to fight and kill people who have never done me any harm, by the way, so I can't really see what the issue is with our ages. America thinks we're old enough to bleed and old enough to butcher for them. The way I see it, if the state considers itself qualified to decide for me who I am to risk my life and limb for, I'm old enough to decide for myself. Comrade Pastras and I have simply decided to stay here in our own land and fight against people who have done us wrong."

"Yeah? What wrong did America ever do to you, boy?" jeered the nationally known anchorman of a network true crime show.

"Well, to begin with, America destroyed my family," replied Cody calmly. "America sent my father to prison for the so-called crime of defending himself against an anthropoid who should not have been anywhere on this continent to begin with. What kind of state unleashes hordes of wild animals on the nation, and then punishes people for protecting themselves, or for so much as daring to say out loud that these are wild animals and unfit for human society? America abducted my sister and sold her into a form of slavery. I have no idea where she is today. America sold me to a family of vicious Jewish perverts who made what was left of my childhood an endless nightmare from which I could never awake until I finally struck back, and at long last made one of those people pay for their vileness, as I will someday make all of them pay. But I like to think that even had I not personally been victimized by America, I would still have had the perception to understand its evil and the courage to take up arms against it. I hope so, anyway."

"How many white kids your age feel the way you do about racial minorities, hating people because of their religion or the color of their skin?" called out one of the liberal female reporters.

"As usual, I notice that the issue of what these colored people do has disappeared from the question," noted Cody. "We don't have a problem with the color of anyone's skin, we have a problem with their behavior. The first thing a white child notices on the playground is that the worst bullies, the stupidest and dirtiest and meanest violent kids are always black and brown. From middle school on, the drug dealers and vandals and gang bangers are all black or Hispanic, and the bad white kids are mostly stupid whiggers who are trying to act black because they see the niggers getting away with murder. White kids aren't stupid, and they have eyes. They understand that they are forbidden to speak out loud of what they see and of what they go through in the educational system thanks to forced diversity, and they know perfectly well that the bulk of what they're learning is crap. But I think you'll find that now the threat of punishment has been removed, and they can hold up their heads and speak their minds, your kids will tell you some things you don't want to hear. Leaving aside your misuse of the term hate, we don't hate anyone, as you put it, because of who or what they are. We hate them because of what they do."

"The great thing about these kids is that they're pretty typical Volunteers. We are a very youthful movement," put in Barrow. "One of the major accomplishments of the Northwest Imperative is that we have been able to motivate young white people, and give them a sense of their racial identity and some personal goal in life besides racking up the highest score on some computer game or seeing how drunk they can get. For many years, the racial right in this country was nothing more than a bunch of sad old men with big bellies who spent their time mailing each other news clippings telling one another how bad things were. For a long time the Northwest Migration consisted of nothing other than the Old Man sending out e-mails ranting and raving into the void of cyberspace."

"Then what changed?" asked one of the reporters.

"I don't know, exactly," admitted Barrow honestly. "It's something of a mystery. A few years ago, somehow we all just got it, finally. All of a sudden, for some reason that no one has ever been able to explain, one day white people decided to quit screwing around. They started actually listening to what the Old Man was saying instead of just reading his e-mails and deleting them along with the porno spams and Viagra ads. Instead of just reading his little photocopied newsletters and then throwing them in the wastebasket or putting them away to gather dust in a drawer for the next twenty years, until the wife found them and threw them out, all of a sudden white males actually began to act on what he was saying. Instead of sending him a ten-dollar tip every now and then for being entertaining like he was some kind of court jester, all of a sudden he had men coming forward offering him serious material support in money, in plant, in land, and in logistics to capitalize and structure a bona fide political and social movement.

"I've heard the Old Man was living in a homeless shelter, but he still managed to keep a post office box open in Olympia, and one day he opened an envelope and found his first five-figure contribution check. He was so stunned that he fainted right in the post office. Above all, people started Coming Home, migrating here to the Northwest, physically coming here from all over the world. The old-timers tell me that through some incomprehensible mental and spiritual process, suddenly white men got up one morning, went out to the garage and started cleaning out the junk, packing the U-Hauls, and heading out on the interstate."

"It's called a miracle, General," asserted McCausland confidently. "At the very last moment, God finally awoke His sleeping children and bade them to leave the fleshpots of Egypt and Come Home to the Promised Land."

"That may well be, Pastor," conceded Barrow. "God, the gods, the Force, the Great Pumpkin, some kind of cosmic alignment, some kind of historically inevitable mass time bomb going off in thousands of white minds-I don't pretend to understand it. But it happened. Suddenly we all just got it. The few people who had taken the gap before and were already living here in the Northwest looked up, and they saw those moving vans and those out-of-state license plates coming over the hill. The cavalry had arrived. Almost too late, but they arrived. With the influx of new racial residents, we were able to create the Party on a just barely adequate foundation of money and manpower, and begin the process of converting native-born Northwesters like myself to the cause of independence. It couldn't have been done without those first incoming white migrants. I think it's fair to say that the bulk of the NVA were actually born here in the Northwest, but on our own, without those racial settlers from the rest of the country and the rest of the world, the whole thing would never have got off the ground. I mean, who locally would have joined one middle-aged man sitting alone in a boarding house with nothing but a computer? What the hell did he have to recruit with? Was he supposed to stand on a street corner waving a sign all on his own, like some fruitcake? But the influx of White racial migration gave the Old Man the resources both human and material that he needed to bring the Party into existence, and the rest is history, as they say."

The high point came when James Keller, a senior editor for Time magazine finally asked the question, "General Barrow, this may be a bit esoteric, but you have said that you are a National Socialist, a Nazi. What, exactly, does that mean? I don't mean Hitler and the Third Reich and World War Two and all that. What I'm asking is, what does it mean to be you? Do you understand what I'm asking?"

"I think so," said Barrow with a nod. He took a deep breath. "A National Socialist is someone who accepts the burden of history. Look, cutting through all the sound and fury, I think everyone in this room knows that the Party's analysis of the present world situation is accurate. The issue boils down to this: a hundred years from now, are there going to be any more people on this continent who look like most of us do here in this room? The question is brutal in its simplicity. The white man: yea or nay? Will we as a race continue to exist? The Western world has reached a turning point, by the steep stages of a crisis mounting for generations, a crisis brought on us through our own weakness and cowardice and sloth. We as a people must acquire the will to survive the crisis of civilization, where that will is elsewhere divided, wavering, or absent. At issue is whether our sick and weakened society, which we call Western civilization and which is the sole product of the Aryan race, can in its extremity still call up men and women whose faith in it is so great that they will voluntarily abandon those things which men hold good, including life, in order to defend it.

"A National Socialist accepts this challenge, this burden, this destiny. Above all things, National Socialism means duty. Duty to one's self, to be true to one's racial destiny. In this soft and supine era, most White men run away from duty, will do anything to avoid it, for it is difficult and demanding and interferes with their television. We are the ones who don't run away. We are the ones who take upon ourselves the burden of deciding in what form human destiny will be shaped. To be a National Socialist means taking on not only responsibility but moral authority, the right to determine the fate of others, and that is a terrible duty to assume, one which frightens and horrifies most modern men. To be a National Socialist entails the courage to determine that this society is sick beyond saving, and that mercy itself requires its swift extinction. To be a National Socialist requires cultivating the character, the intelligence and the moral strength to recognize the true issues at stake for our race and our civilization in the face of overwhelming opposition. There are some things in life that just plain have to be done. You don't argue about them, you don't debate over them, you don't try to justify them. You simply do them and you don't talk about it afterwards. We are the men and women who do what has to be done to secure the existence of our people and a future for white children. That is who we are, and that is why we are here."

Saturday, July 12, 2008

Who Will Cack Barack Obama? #3

Maybe some pissed-off Muslims, given the way the Funky Monkey panders to the bird-brained neocons and against his own people in a (futile) quest for votes.

Remember those two Muslim girls BO wouldn't let sit behind him on camera at one of his public appearances, lest the public see their headscarves and be reminded of his own religious baclground? They got an apology, but what they didn't get was a chance to sit in his cheering section on TV and be seen in public with him. Only pretty White girls get to be seen in public with Barack the Magic Negro. No head-covered Muslim maidens or bubble-lipped female Congoid apes with shit-colored skings and jaws that could anchor a cargo tanker.

Well, none except Michelle, anyway.

Friday, July 11, 2008

It Is Time For The White Man To Change

Finally, we will inevitably hear the last quavering objections of the Nervous Nellies who wail and bleat, "But it's the LAAAAAW! We can't break the precious, wonderful, sacred LAAAAAW of AMURRRRRICA!"

Well, they're quite right. If elected, as it probably will be, Obama would be the law. Tyrants always are. That's what distinguishes tyrants from ordinary gangsters. Stalin was the law in Russia, too. Integration is the law. Affirmative action is the law. Quotas in university admissions are the law. Every April 15th the law robs you of one-third of what you earn all year. Drugs and black crime and the Third World hordes swarming over the borders are ignored by the law. Any little light bulbs coming on over your head yet?

The law is a weapon, and like any other weapon, it is only as good or as bad as the people wielding it. Right now the law is in the hands of the present United States government and the liberal establishment, one of many such weapons. It is being used to pillage you, disrupt and break up your family, rob your children of a future, and will eventually destroy you in your old age. The law in its present state deserves no respect from any White man or woman in America. Indeed, obedience and respect for the law have become counter-survival, and, human nature being what it is, anything which is counter-survival will not endure.

Adolf Hitler himself stated in Mein Kampf: "When a people is being driven to destruction through the instrument of governmental authority, then rebellion is not only the right, but the duty of that people." This point is so obvious that I really can't make it any more clear; if you honestly don't understand this, then you should not be in the Movement at all.

Finally, there is the moral dimension to be considered. Looking for easy outs and safe shortcuts is not only futile, it is wrong. Before we can have a new White world, we must earn it. That's the way life works.

Like all persecuted minorities, White males are despised. We are despised by the government, by the liberal establishment, by the congoid criminals who rob and rape and kill our people, by the media, and to a large degree we are despised by our own children. We are despised because we are correctly viewed as weak, cowardly, lazy, incapable and unwilling to defend ourselves or take any serious action against those who despoil and victimize us, other than to go whining to the enemy's police and the enemy's courts. Why in the name of God should anyone respect us? Why should we respect ourselves?

It's time White men recovered our self-respect and the respect of those who hate us. And it is a long standing human truth that respect among men is earned by the shedding of blood.

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

It's Been Done, You Know

[Secret Service agents, please note: you, too, are allowed a conscience.]

The Death of The Mad Emperor

The emperor Caligula came to his death in the following manner:

His wanton and remorseless tyranny often awakened very deep feelings of resentment, and very earnest desires for revenge in the hearts of those who suffered by it; but yet so absolute and terrible was his power, that none dared to murmur or complain. The resentment, however, which the cruelty of the emperor awakened, burned the more fiercely for being thus restrained and suppressed, and many covert threats were made, and many secret plots were formed, from time to time, against the tyrant's life.

Among others who cherished such designs, there was a man named Cassius Chærea, an officer of the army, who, though not of high rank, was nevertheless a man of considerable distinction. He was a captain, or, as it was styled in those days, a centurion. His command, therefore, was small, but it was in the prætorian cohort, as it was called, a sort of bodyguard of the commander-in-chief, and consequently a very honorable corps.

Chærea was thus a man of considerable distinction on account of the post which he occupied, and his duties, as captain in the life guards, brought him very frequently into communication with the emperor. He was a man of great personal bravery, too, and was on this account held in high consideration by the army. He had performed an exploit at one time, some years before, in Germany, which, had gained him great fame.

It was at the time of the death of Augustus, the first emperor. Some of the German legions, and among them one in which Chærea was serving, had seized upon the occasion to revolt. They alleged many and grievous acts of oppression as the grounds of their revolt, and demanded redress for what they had suffered, and security for the future. One of the first measures which they resorted to in the frenzy of the first outbreak of the rebellion, was to seize all the centurions in the camp, and to beat them almost to death. They gave them sixty blows each, one for each of their number, and then turned them, bruised, wounded, and dying, out of the camp. Some they threw into the Rhine.

They revenged themselves thus on all the centurions but one. That one was Chærea. Chærea would not suffer himself to be taken by them, but seizing his sword he fought his way through the midst of them, slaying some and driving others before him, and thus made his escape from the camp. This feat gained him great renown.

One might imagine from this account that Chærea was a man of great personal superiority in respect to size and strength, inasmuch as extraordinary muscular power, as well as undaunted courage, would seem to be required to enable a man to make his way against so many enemies. But this was not the fact. Chærea was of small stature and of a slender and delicate form. He was modest and unassuming in his manners, too, and of a very kind and gentle spirit. He was thus not only honored and admired for his courage, but he was generally beloved for the amiable and excellent qualities of his heart.

The possession of such qualities, however, could not be expected to recommend him particularly to the favor of the insane emperor. In fact, in one instance it had the contrary effect. Caligula constantly attempted to tease and torment him with sundry vexatious indignities and annoyances.

It is the custom sometimes, in camps, and at other military stations, for the commander to give every evening, what is called the parole or password, which consists usually of some word or phrase that is to be communicated to all the officers, and as occasion may require to all the soldiers, whom for any reason it may be necessary to send to and fro about the precincts of the camp during the night. The sentinels, also, all have the password, and accordingly, whenever any man approaches the post of a sentinel, he is stopped and the parole is demanded. If the stranger gives it correctly, it is presumed that all is right, and he is allowed to pass on,—since an enemy or a spy would have no means of knowing it.

Now, whenever it came to Chærea's turn to communicate the parole, the emperor was accustomed to give him some ridiculous or indecent phrase, intended not only to be offensive to the purity of Chærea's mind, but designed, also, to exhibit him in a ridiculous light to the subordinate officers and soldiers to whom he would have to communicate it. Sometimes the password thus given was some word or phrase wholly unfit to be spoken, and sometimes it was the name of some notorious and infamous woman; but whatever it was, Chærea was compelled by his duty as a soldier to deliver it to all the corps, and patiently to submit to the laughter and derision which his communication awakened among the vile and wicked soldiery.

[Lengthy discourse on Caligula's nuttiness redacted; for those of you who are interested, catch the movie. It is said that Caligula once made his horse a Senator. We are now about to make a monkey President.]

[Chaerea] determined immediately to take measures to put Caligula to death. This was a very bold and desperate resolution. Caligula was the greatest and most powerful potentate on earth. Chærea was only a captain of his guard, without any political influence or power, and with no means whatever of screening himself from the terrible consequences which might be expected to follow from his attempt, whether it should succeed or fail.

So thoroughly, however, was he now aroused, that he determined to brave every danger in the attainment of his end. He immediately began to seek out among the officers of the army such men as he supposed would be most likely to join him,—men of courage, resolution, and faithfulness, and those who, from their general character or from the wrongs which they had individually endured from the government, were to be supposed specially hostile to Caligula's dominion.

[The likelihood of finding any such men of character anywhere in the vicinity of Washington D.C. is remote to the point of being non-existent, I know, but hope springs eternal.]

From among these men he selected a few, and to them he cautiously unfolded his designs. All approved of them. Some, it is true, declined taking any active part in the conspiracy, but they assured Chærea of their good wishes, and promised solemnly not to betray him.

The number of the conspirators daily increased. There was, however, at their meetings for consultation, some difference of opinion in respect to the course to be pursued. Some were in favor of acting promptly and at once. The greatest danger which was to be apprehended, they thought, was in delay. As the conspiracy became extended, some one would at length come to the knowledge of it, they said, who would betray them. Others, on the other hand, were for proceeding cautiously and slowly. What they most feared was rash and inconsiderate action. It would be ruinous to the enterprise, as they maintained, for them to attempt to act before their plans were fully matured.

Chærea was of the former opinion. He was very impatient to have the deed performed. He was ready himself, he said, to perform it, at any time; his personal duties as an officer of the guard, gave him frequent occasions of access to the emperor, and he was ready to avail himself of any of them to kill the monster.

The emperor went often, he said, to the capitol, to offer sacrifices, [as will our tyrant; it will be us he will be sacrificing] and he could easily kill him there. Or, if they thought that that was too public an occasion, he could have an opportunity in the palace, at certain religious ceremonies which the emperor was accustomed to perform there, and at which Chærea himself was usually present.

Or, he was ready to throw him down from a tower where he was accustomed to go sometimes for the purpose of scattering money among the populace below. [Whack BO while he is signing the bill restoring the old welfare system?] Chærea said that he could easily come up behind him on such an occasion, and hurl him suddenly over the parapet down to the pavement below. All these plans, however, seemed to the conspirators too uncertain and dangerous, and Chærea's proposals were accordingly not agreed to.

At length, the time drew near when Caligula was to leave Rome to proceed to Alexandria in Egypt, and the conspirators perceived that they must prepare to act, or else abandon their design altogether. It had been arranged that there was to he a grand celebration at Rome previous to the emperor's departure. This celebration, which was to consist of games, and sports, and dramatic performances of various kinds, was to continue for three days, and the conspirators determined, after much consultation and debate, that Caligula should be assassinated on one of those days. [Throwing out the first baseball of a new season?]

After coming to this conclusion, however, in general, their hearts seemed to fail them in fixing the precise time for the perpetration of the deed, and two of the three days passed away accordingly without any attempt being made. At length, on the morning of the third day, Chærea called the chief conspirators together, and urged them very earnestly not to let the present opportunity pass away. He represented to them how greatly they increased the danger of their attempts by such delays, and he seemed himself so full of determination and courage, and addressed them with so much eloquence and power, that he inspired them with his own resolution, and they decided unanimously to proceed.

The emperor came to the theater that day at an unusually early hour, and seemed to be in excellent spirits and in an excellent humor. He was very complaisant to all around him, and very lively, affable, and gay. After performing certain ceremonies, by which it devolved upon him to open the festivities of the day, he proceeded to his place, with his friends and favorites about him, and Chærea, with the other officers that day on guard, at a little distance behind him.

The performances were commenced, and every thing went on as usual until toward noon. The conspirators kept their plans profoundly secret, except that one of them, when he had taken his seat by the side of a distinguished senator, asked him whether he had heard any thing new. The senator replied that he had not. "I can then tell you something," said he, "which perhaps you have not heard, and that is, that in the piece which is to be acted to-day, there is to be represented the death of a tyrant." "Hush!" said the senator, and he quoted a verse from Homer, which meant, "Be silent, lest some Greek should overhear."

It had been the usual custom of the emperor, at such entertainments, to take a little recess about noon, for rest and refreshments. It devolved upon Chærea to wait upon him at this time, and to conduct him from his place in the theater to an adjoining apartment in his palace which was connected with the theater, where there was provided a bath and various refreshments. When the time arrived, and Chærea perceived, as he thought, that the emperor was about to go, he himself went out, and stationed himself in a passageway leading to the bath, intending to intercept and assassinate the emperor when he should come along. The emperor, however, delayed his departure, having fallen into conversation with his courtiers and friends, and finally he said that, on the whole, as it was the last day of the festival, he would not go out to the bath, but would remain in the theater; and then ordering refreshments to be brought to him there, he proceeded to distribute them with great urbanity to the officers around him.

In the mean time, Chærea was patiently waiting in the passageway, with his sword by his side, all ready for striking the blow the moment that his victim should appear. Of course the conspirators who remained behind were in a state of great suspense and anxiety, and one of them, named Minucianus, determined to go out and inform Chærea of the change in Caligula's plans. He accordingly attempted to rise, but Caligula put his hand upon his robe, saying, "Sit still, my friend. You shall go with me presently." Minucianus accordingly dissembled his anxiety and agitation of mind still a little longer, but presently, watching an opportunity when the emperor's attention was otherwise engaged, he rose, and, assuming an unconcerned and careless air, he walked out of the theater.

He found Chærea in his ambuscade in the passageway, and he immediately informed him that the emperor had concluded not to come out. Chærea and Minucianus were then greatly at a loss what to do. Some of the other conspirators, who had followed Minucianus out, now joined them, and a brief but very earnest and solemn consultation ensued. After a moment's hesitation, Chærea declared that they must now go through with their work at all hazards, and he professed himself ready, if his comrades would sustain him in it, to go back to the theater, and stab the tyrant there in his seat, in the midst of his friends. Minucianus and the others concurred in this design, and it was resolved immediately to execute it.

The execution of the plan, however, in the precise form in which it had been resolved upon was prevented by a new turn which affairs had taken in the theater. For while Minucianus and the two or three conspirators who had accompanied him were debating in the passage-way, the others who remained, knowing that Chærea was expecting Caligula to go out, conceived the idea of attempting to persuade him to go, and thus to lead him into the snare which had been set for him.

They accordingly gathered around, and without any appearance of concert or of eagerness, began to recommend him to go and take his bath as usual. He seemed at length disposed to yield to these persuasions, and rose from his seat; and then, the whole company attending and following him, he proceeded toward the doors which conducted to the palace. The conspirators went before him, and under pretense of clearing the way for him they contrived to remove to a little distance all whom they thought would be most disposed to render him any assistance. The consultations of Chærea and those who were with him in the inner passage-way were interrupted by the coming of this company.

Among those who walked with the emperor at this time were his uncle Claudius and other distinguished relatives. Caligula advanced along the passage, walking in company with these friends, and wholly unconscious of the fate that awaited him, but instead of going immediately toward the bath he turned aside first into a gallery or corridor which led into another apartment, where there were assembled a company of boys and girls, that had been sent to him from Asia to act and dance upon the stage, and who had just arrived. The emperor took great interest in looking at these performers, and seemed desirous of having them go immediately into the theater and let him see them perform. While talking on this subject Chærea and the other conspirators came into the apartment, determined now to strike the blow.

Chærea advanced to the emperor, and asked him in the usual manner what should be the parole for that night. The emperor gave him in reply such an one as he had often chosen before, to insult and degrade him. Chærea instead of receiving the insult meekly and patiently in his usual manner, uttered words of anger and defiance in reply; and drawing his sword at the same instant he struck the emperor across the neck and felled him to the floor. Caligula filled the apartment with his cries of pain and terror; the other conspirators rushed in and attacked him on all sides; his friends,—so far as the adherents of such a man can be called friends—fled in dismay.

As for Caligula's uncle Claudius, it was not to have been expected that he would have rendered his nephew any aid, for he was a man of such extraordinary mental imbecility that he was usually considered as not possessed even of common sense; and all the others who might have been expected to defend him, either fled from the scene, or stood by in consternation and amazement, leaving the conspirators to wreak their vengeance on their wretched victim, to the full.

In fact though while a despot lives and retains his power, thousands are ready to defend him and to execute his will, however much in heart they may hate and detest him, yet when he is dead, or when it is once certain that he is about to die, an instantaneous change takes place and every one turns against him. The multitudes in and around the theater and the palace who had an hour before trembled before this mighty potentate, and seemed to live only to do his bidding, were filled with joy to see him brought to the dust.

The conspirators, when the success of their plans and the death of their oppressor was once certain, abandoned themselves to the most extravagant joy. They cut and stabbed the fallen body again and again, as if they could never enough wreak their vengeance upon it. They cut off pieces of the body and bit them with their teeth in their savage exultation and triumph. At length they left the body where it lay, and went forth into the city where all was now of course tumult and confusion.