I mentioned a few posts ago down there, that I was to be interviewed about the sixties. As wise as I am…the young naturally flock to me for guidance. Well, I set a few things straight, you will be glad to know. But that’s as may be. And just more “I, me, mine”.
I do a lot of that. See? I just did it again. It’s all about me, after all.
I am reminded of a gentleman(I use the term with tongue-in-cheek) in this little town who’s child was in my son’s class a few years ago. He took on the responsibility to host a Christmas party for the kids and we accepted his invitation to attend. I understood that this man was an ashkanazi, but I thought that little harm could be found at a Christmas celebration for the kids. I gave him the benefit of the doubt. I love when I do that. It makes me feel all fuzzy and warm to be so “liberal” at the starting gate. We traveled out to the wealthy area of the city…far away from the real-life streets of town, to his abode. You could have parked a 737 in his living room, if you were so inclined….perhaps for maintenance. Suffice to say that for his 3 person family…the size and grandeur of this home was a bit much.
Anyway, as we walked through the front door we were almost knocked over by all the young fathers vying to get a brief audience with the head of the household. He is a powerful local business owner whose company, as he so humbly puts it “makes some little plastic parts”.
Well, after the Christmas party and Santa visit, the host brought out a menorah for his son to do his hanukkah thingy. You know me. I was seriously offended. Scooped up the family and we were outta there.
A friend that was there also, was shocked that we would make such an obvious and ill-timed exit. I expressed my feelings about this host’s religion and that culture briefly in explanation, and the friend thought I was nuts. I didn’t even KNOW our host, he pointed out. Admitting that I may have acted a bit hastily, but not regretting my actions, we kind of let the issue drop. A couple years later I ran into my friend again. He told me that he had recently had occasion to do some business with that man…and in his words “what an asshole. This guy treats everyone like they are inferiors…you were right!”
It’s like a magician that wows the audience with a trick that if explained would make them feel foolish and gullible. It was no feat of paranormal powers of human judgment that led me to get my family out of that man’s house. It is just a simple trick. Assume that at some point, a jew will act like a jew. If he doesn’t and behaves himself, you can be pleasantly surprised. But more often than not, somewhere down the line, he is going to drag out the menorah. At some juncture he is going to impose his cultural upbringing…and you are going to want to drive the porcelain bus. Trust me on this.
We all have our “jew” stories, I know. I welcome my readers to contribute theirs…I have read some amazing ones. But further than that, this one is typical. Typical of khazarian hubris found in most that are reared in such horrid homes and taught to foist their rotting stench of a filthy cult upon unsuspecting Gentiles. As if there was something noble in such a display…a show of power…and superiority.
My reaction to this little display was much like the Islamophobia that I see being instilled in Gentiles today. Disgust. Disgust for the abnormal among us. But, I have reasoned my revulsion. I know the religions and culture of Christianity and of Islam. There is little that is revolting there. The S&MSM would have you believe that all Muslims are potential “Extremists”. I know better and so should you. I would posit that the ashkenazim are extremist by the very nature of their religion and their upbringing. Christians do not teach their young that they are better than others. Nor does Islam. Only the twisted judaic do this. This is dangerous and requires revulsion at every turn. It summons that stomach churning that warns to be afraid. Be very afraid of this ancient cult. It is not for the innocent to monkey with. My friend now understands what I was talking about, and if for only that purpose, I am glad that I left the party. Let’s all leave.