Good News And Shameless Self-Promotion

Well, I gotta admit…I’m kinda excited.  About a lot of things at this point.

This is official launch-day for my new book.  YAY!  You can order it here.  I encourage you to buy as many copies as you can afford.  Not for my profit(I don’t get that much per copy), but to cover costs of distributing it world-wide.  Not that I think that it is the greatest book since “Moby Dick”.  But it is another nail in the coffin…albeit a small one(maybe a finish-nail?) of jewish rule.  If it makes it to the Jew York Times best-seller list, or I win a Nobel/Pulitzer…all proceeds will go to Palestine.  Barring such accolades, I will use what small returns I get from sales to put back into Amazon’s world-wide promotions and even pay to get it in the brick-and-mortar book stores down the street.


If you use your second-sight, so many positive things are happening against the tribal clutch on things.  The o-bomb-uh administration told Shimon Perez to go stick the synagogue-of-Satan’s Jonathan Pollard pardon plea up his yiddish ass.  Ben Stein is making ridiculous “holohoax-let’s-bomb-Iran-as-a-passover-treat” videos(anyone?anyone?), AND my new book is now available…did I mention that you can get your copy straight off the presses here?  In a few weeks…if israeli intelligence doesn’t cuff me on my front doorstep, it should be available on amazon.  I don’t think it will be shippable to anyone outside the United Snakes from them however, until I can afford to put an ISBN number on it.  That costs.
But until then you can buy world-wide at Lulu…here 

I would also not object if some of my more disagreeable followers in countries where holocaust-denial, or inciting “racial hatred” is a crime, were to deem it necessary to take a copy to their local prosecutor’s office and demand my arrest.  
Ok, ok…I have a martyr complex.  But I see it this way; firstly, it might help sales and that means more money being funneled to Palestinian relief.  And secondly; I don’t care if they lock me up for writing a book.  They can throw away the key for all I care.  My race is almost run, and I can’t think of a better way to depart this veil than to go with a sparkling clean conscience.  Three hots and a cot is all I require till then.  Of course I dramatize and over-estimate the consequences and importance of this little book…but the yiddish have a maxim: “Hope for the best, but expect the worst”.  Maybe that is why their cult has survived so long.  Who knows.
But for these very reasons, the tribal powers that be will probably just ignore my publication.  Either way is ok with me.  It’s kinda like the old academic maxim “publish or perish”, only it may be “publish AND perish”.
I would also ask all the great online friends that I have made over the years to help me sell this tome on their sites. We have never really met, but I certainly feel a kinship with you all.  We are in this together, after all.  I promise that what I have said about any profits or consequences concerning my meager efforts in this publication are true…and I won’t “Jeff Rense”,”Mikey Rivero” or “Alex Jones” you. Any Mediterranean home that I will buy as a consequence of my book sales could likely be one behind bars on the South-Eastern shores.
Even if my readers can’t afford a copy…and I am sure there are some that cannot(hell, I had to save-up for months just to afford publishing it)…I would encourage you to review it with 5-stars on any online venue at which it will be sold, to push it in the face of the jewish powers that be.  Help me strike at that root of most of our problems.  Any effort/sales on your part will be enormously appreciated by myself, and all our grandchildren.


There.  That is about as much shameless self-promotion as I can stand.  So short of making myself gag from tooting my own horn, I will leave it at that…and leave it up to you.



Holmes,The Line And The Fall Guy…

He is not stupid.  Our adversary.  Well…the ones in power anyway.  Oh yeah, his rabbis and IDF generals slip up constantly in voicing their hatred for the Goyim.  They call for violence against any Gentile that dares question the supremacy of the chosen ones.  But…we have our Pat Robertsons and John Hagees.  They too preach violent horseshit.  But few take real notice of any of them.  These opinions don’t raise the price of a Big Mac.  So….
Generally speaking(and yes I DO accept the scientific fact that intelligence can be bred), the jewish power structure is not made up of dummies.  He is not easily foiled, and he is indeed after centuries of patient evil cunning, in the fabled cat-bird seat now.


I’m kind of a murder-mystery fan.  I love to see the intelligent detective outwit the psychopath.  We all do, I guess.  It started with my reading of A.C. Doyle’s Sherlock Holmes mysteries as a kid, and it has always brought me pleasure to see evil outwitted.
And although the story-lines to these tales vary little in their basic premise, throughout the hundreds of thousands of such whodunnits, there are lessons to be learned from this genre of novel that, although opinions vary, was coined by an Amerikan…one Edgar Allan Poe.  Yeah, I know.  Simple.  But enjoyable on a very basic level.  As Doyle demonstrated however, this type of narrative can also appeal to the most intelligent of our collective human readership.  For we all try to match wits with the criminal and our hero in plotting the murderer’s next move and how to use it against him.  Fun.  A mind game…a puzzle.

In reality however, the bad guy is not always out-maneuvered.  Right doesn’t always win.  As a matter of fact when you are dealing with global affairs, I can’t think of a time when it really ever has.  For very long anyway.  Oh there have been times of world peace…or whirled peas…but those have usually also been the eras of injustice.  For the two rarely coexist.  Show me a time when there have been no wars, and I’ll show you a time when the common man is forced to keep his mouth shut and his shoulder to the wheel of those in power.  It just seems to be our history.
So given this enigma…this “mystery”, how do the bad guys really get defeated in their short-lived glory following the raping of the commoner?  How are they finally turned out of power?

Well, historically, I must conclude that it begins with such power(we all know now to be the jewish/zionist) overplaying his hand.  But how much?  Where is that illusive line that he will cross that brings his retribution?

In my short life, I have only seen that tipping point once.  That was during the 60’s.  It wasn’t hippies.  It wasn’t the economy. It wasn’t corrupt politicians.  It wasn’t even really the Viet Nam war in itself, that brought the outrageous rebellion that you can watch covering the streets of our nation only in old news footage now.  It was the result of the tribe’s underestimation of two things.  They undervalued the impact of the Draft.  And they meddled too deeply…stirred too hard…the pot of racial tension.  For of course, it was their hand being tipped in both instances.  They owned and still do, the military-industrial complex that made a killing from the killing of well over a million of that country’s inhabitants, and a quarter million of our own.  It was their hand that dusted off the draft laws to supply our children to fill body-bags. That was too far.  It was their hand that backed the racial strife here at home.  Their media touted racial equality, then vilified the black man as a racist and violent creature, almost in the same breath. Things quickly got out of hand on both yiddish fronts.  That was too far.  But he escaped down a dark alleyway…only to resurface shortly thereafter.  And although you would think he would have learned…he is at both of these tactics again.  Perhaps he isn’t as intelligent as he would himself believe.
The OWS movement and the backlash over racially motivated killings saturating jewish airwaves, lacks something.  They are generally unaware of the reasons for their protest.  And definitely unaware of the force they protest.  They are weak and ineffectual at the moment.  What they lack is a fall-guy.  A focus.  Until now all they protest is the symptoms.  I read a bumper-sticker the other day that said “Stop Bitching and Start a Revolution”.  I agree.  But you have to have a personage…a bad guy.  He isn’t some vague wall-street accountant or bureaucrat.  He isn’t a corrupt congressman.  He isn’t a bubble-headed bleach-blond on the evening jew-news. He isn’t the greed of human nature. He is the ashkanazi zionist jew working for his masters in Tel-Aviv. Behind the scenes.  They must see him.  But they won’t until our detective pushes their noses into this excrement.  And that is what we need.  Not a hero.  Not a superman to save the day.  Mere collective intuitive intelligence. 
Intelligence to outwit the psychopathic murderer that covers his tracks so well.  One, or many, which can declare to the rest of the simple Watsons…”It’s elementary”.

But first he has to cross that line of which I spoke.  He will not cross it voluntarily, I’m afraid.  This IS Moriarty we are talking about, after all. He must be nudged a bit. He must be baited according to his weaknesses. His vanity…for he has more of this predilection than we…must be exploited.
We are doing this…and his footing is slipping as we speak.  But unlike the so-called Christians on your pulpits will preach, this is no time to let him off the ropes.  No time to turn cheeks.
For the game is afoot.

All I Know And A New Religion…

I was having a discussion with a friend and she said something to the effect of “I can’t pin you down.  At times you seem to agree with everything I hold to be true…that is, left of center.  Then other times you seem so right-wing that it is scary”.  Well, that’s not verbatim, but you get the gist of her conundrum.

It took me a minute to gather my thoughts in answer to her query.  But I began with “I don’t give a flying fuck about minorities or their rights.  I also don’t care about immigration, the state of the nation in which we live, any political left-right squabbles or saving whales.  For the most part, I dislike people. They are stupid and easily swayed.  Few if any think for themselves, and they reap the consequences.  Then they whine about it.  No sympathy. I hate all religion.  For what little comfort it supplies the dull-witted, the horrific influence of it as a whole is hardly worth it”.
I  went on to explain that my view of the world comes from my understanding of a few things.  One thing I do not understand however is death.  I don’t know what it is.  I don’t know what lies in the time period after we cease to exist, if anything.  So I don’t know if it is something we should fear, welcome or merely accept.  Perhaps there is a reward of sorts after our short lives…I dunno.  Perhaps the shorter our tenure here, the better.  Hope springs eternal…but as I said, I don’t know.
I do know three things however.  I know what pain is.  I know what fear is.  I know what loss is. None of these things are good.  
You may be saying to yourself, “Wow…this guy is brilliant to know all these things” with your tongue planted firmly in your cheek.  But when I use the word “know”, I mean it as first-hand experience.  As many of you reading this do.  These are the things in life to be avoided.  They can’t be for the most part.  Simply because they are part of life…part of our human experience and make-up.  Part of uncontrollable nature.  However, when any of these three horrors is caused by one human upon another, deliberately…that is where I object with all my being.
So if that makes me a lefty…a bleeding heart…well, so be it.  But a tempered one. I have a huge social conscience then.  One which directs me not to keep silent when I witness man’s inhumanity to man.  And we all witness this daily.  But over the years, although quite a few groups have infringed on the copyright, it was filed many centuries ago by the group that I rage on about here daily.


Some see this as an illness in me.  An eccentricity standing alone in my otherwise rather normal personality.  Some people are stupid and to my way of thinking, most are willingly ignorant. But.
So what has this hatred of a philosophy…talmudic tribalism…gotten me over the years.  Very little if anything positive.  A handle to hold on to perhaps…to steady me on this subway-ride…so at the next turn I don’t go tumbling down the aisle.  We all need these hand-grips.  Perhaps in my anti-religion this is my religion.  It has all the earmarks.  It explains some of life’s anomalies.  It is a “faith”, because it entails prognosticating the behaviour of mankind, in foretelling that if you place your bets on his weakness before decadence…you will always win. It mimics most religions in acknowledging the presence of this decadent Satan-entity which must be resisted at every turn.
So it’s kind of a here-and-now type of religion to which I belong.  One that doesn’t deal in the unseen, unheard or spiritual.  But one that deals with things as we perceive them.  The behaviour all around us.  Uncloaked and naked in all its un-spiritual realness.
No obfuscating.  No defense lawyers.  It is what it is.  Hallelujah! Can I get an “Amen”…can I get a witness? 

There are many downsides to this new religion of mine.  Like the Christians of old you will be sacrificed to stupid hungry beasts, just for the entertainment of those in the expensive seats.  You will lose friends and family regard.  You will be more alone than you have ever been.
But the upside is a BRAND NEW shiny never-before-used conscience.  AND as an added bonus….if you call now…you can rest assured that this faith is for this board-game only.  When you leave this earth, you can leave baggage-free.  You are under no obligation to take this belief any further than death.  Although it is improbable that I could be sued by the recently deceased, my attorneys tell me that I cannot place myself or the tenets of my religion in legal jeopardy by guaranteeing that this philosophy will serve beyond the grave.
 But seriously…up there I mentioned that when I witness the big three being imposed upon others by fellow humans, is when I start preaching from my illusory pulpit.  And that at this moment in our short human history, there is a group of people following the dictates of a “religion” of hate, that endorses just such violation of the human spirit.  In name and deed.  And no one…I mean NO one deserves to be frightened, maimed, killed or endure grief by the hand of another, simply to satisfy the aggressor’s greed or feelings of supremacy.
So to my friend that asks me to explain myself in terms of right-versus-left…other than this answer…I cannot.  It is all I know.


Wow.  I wrote a whole essay without using the word “jew”.  Oops.  I blew it.


The Merchant Of Lies…

I know.  There are more important things going on in the world than my opinion of a five-hundred-year-old play.  But to me, the following is as current as it gets, when it comes to tribal lying, cheating and theft. 

I’m gonna wax Shakespearean again.  For those of you that do not recognize the genius presented you by the Bard, you might skip this one altogether.
For the rest of you…and just for shits and giggles, I watched the latest film treatment of “The Merchant of Venice”, starring Al Pacino and directed by jewish Michael Radford.  I fully understood that it would not be a true representation of the original play, for after all, it is a movie.  One for “viewers”, not for AUDIEnces. That is to say, those that listen to words spoken.  Well they should have loved this treatment.  It had everything from kosher killing of animals to bare boobs.  For all to see.
As with most treatments of this play in the last century or so, it was a falsehood.  Shakespeare wrote two key words at the beginning of his play about the ‘jew’.  Those two words on the title page are “A Comedy”.  And it was.  Then.  Every key line caused laughter, I’m sure, in the Globe theater during its first performances back then.  Any Shakespearean scholar can tell you as much…but dare not. They dare not revel in the humor spat upon judaism, as the Bard wrote it.
 
 Now it is a tragedy.  To hell with Shakespeare and his antisemitism…we will play this as the tragic eternal suffering of one of G_d’s chosen.  And so it has been played, ever since the modern Shylock got his hands on it.  To the point of losing the original point of the play.  It almost surprises me that modern directors of this humorous play don’t insert a scene in which 6 million Venetian jews are deliberately drown in the canals.

If I were to write a one-sentence summary for today’s readers of this play, it would be “Silly jew…justice is for Gentiles!” But the concept of “spin” was born a long time ago, and used no more successfully than to pervert the charm and wisdom of this glorious comedy.
In its time, the audience was meant to laugh at the silly jew.  As they all did.  It was hilarious to Victorian theater goers to see this dastardly character slip and slime his way through the play in all his obvious “jewishness”.  A two-dimensional bad guy that through his own devious machinations and greed brought about the just and happy ending due this comedy. 
So what’s a jew to do with this play nowadays when he has the power to censor?  He cannot bury it.  Pretend that it was not one of Shakespeare’s most popular efforts.  The world knows the complete works of wisdom and poetry of the greatest author of all time.  The jewish “cat” is out of the bag, so to speak. So they must spin.  With warnings and disclaimers that would have William spinning in his grave, they turn a popular occasion to laugh at the jew, into a passion play of suffering for Shylock the money-changer; now a noble and misunderstood man.
Jewish influence in the theater started exerting this effort of misrepresentation of the play well over a hundred years ago and it becomes more ironic and absurd with each new treatment of “The Merchant”.  
As I said at the beginning, this play is modern in every sense of the word.  Shylock is still here.  He is still as usurious, slimy and sneaky as he was in the Victorian era.  He still raises his children to steal and indulge in temptations of the flesh, and still reviles the Gentile.
He still “craves the law”.  He still relies on the kindheartedness of the goyim to accomplish his selfish goals.  He still rewrites history to suit his intrigues.  And above all…he yet demands his pound of flesh.
The only difference between now and the time when this play was presented, is that then the jew was a clownish figure in his deviousness.  All understood him and his filthy religion.  He was the laughing stock that he should have been.  He was not taken seriously.  
He must be dealt with now.  Because of such ill regard for his cunning, he stole the bank of Shakespeare’s England.  He financed wars.  He enslaved nations, murdered millions and took control of the very destiny of our human breed.  All without mercy for anyone but his own number.

“The quality of mercy is not strain’d,
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest:
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.”
This, Portia speaks to the jew.  But after observing that such wisdom falls on his deaf ears, proceeds to beat him at his own game.  Baiting and foiling the ridiculous money-changer in the end.  Oh, for a Portia now…
Oh, for a time when through segregation, ridicule and such prosecution… this evil cult can be removed from our midst, and banned for all time.
So to Mr. Radford…a belated tip of the hat.  You have protected your tribe well.  Even furthered their dark purpose by twisting the meaning of a play by the greatest author ever to put pen to parchment.  And ironically, you have used Michael Corleone to accomplish this. It must be some sort of jewish joke.  Well, at least THAT is comedy.

What Must Be Said – New Gunter Grass Poem…

What must be said

Why I am silent, silent for too much time,
how much is clear and we made it
in war games, where, as survivors,
we are just the footnotes.

That is the claimed right to the formal preventive aggression
which could erase the Iranian people
dominated by a bouncer and moved to an organized jubilation,
because in the area of his competence there is
the construction of the atomic bomb.

And then why do I avoid myself
to call the other country with its name,
where since years – even if secretly covered –
there is an increasing nuclear power,
without control, because unreachable
by every inspection?

I feel the everybody silence on this state of affairs,
which my silence is slave to,
as an oppressive lie and an inhibition that presents punishment
we don’t pay attention to;
the verdict “anti-Semitism” is common.

Now, since my country,
from time to time touched by unique and exclusive crimes,
obliged to justify itself,
again for pure business aims – even if
with fast tongue we call it “reparation” –
should deliver another submarine to Israel,
with the specialty of addressing
annihilating warheads where the
existence of one atomic bomb is not proved
but it wants evidence as a scarecrow,
I say what must be said.

Why did I stay silent until now?
Because the thought about my origin,
burdened by an unclearing stain,
had avoiding to wait this fact
like a truth declared by the State of Israel
that I want to be connected to.

Why did I say it only now,
old and with the last ink:
the nuclear power of Israel
threat the world peace?
Because it must be said
what tomorrow will be too late;
Because – as Germans and with
enough faults on the back –
we might also become deliverers of a predictable
crime, and no excuse would erase our complicity.

And I admit: I won’t be silent
because I had enough of the Western hypocrisy;
Because I wish that many will want
to get rid of the silence,
exhorting the cause of a recognizable
risk to the abdication, asking that a free and permanent control
of the Israel atomic power
and the Iran nuclear bases
will be made by both the governments
with an international supervision.

Only in this way, Israelis, Palestinians, and everybody,
all people living hostile face to face in that
country occupied by the craziness,
will have a way out,
so us too.