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    Bloodlines -- by FIPS -- Now Showing!!!

    After several months of reading and doing other tasks, the first installment of WEB FIPS of "Bloodlines" is now available for jewr horrified viewing (dis)pleasure.

    Rated "RRR -- Triple "R"" for 'Really Really Racist' -- this serial chapter dystopia predicting the immediate future is not for femnisheviks nor mental children. Extreme viewing discretion is advised.

    Pastor Martin LD Lindstedt, in addition to writing and publishing his own material, has a long history of printing up other promising material from Resistance authors as well. Published with the permission of FIPS, a sometime poster to this forum as well.

    This is not an enjoyable book, but it is one which will make you think. It is a primal scream for White Devils. Niggers and jews and mamzers . . . . for jewrself there is nothing but horror.

    Pastor Martin Luther Dzerzhinsky Lindstedt

    by FIPS

    Table of Contents

    Introduction & Preface

    1898 France & Less Than 100 Years Ago -- the Forgotten Joy of Killing

    2000 -- The White Race Martyred - on 21st Century Altars of Jew-Worship, Negritude, and Faggotry

    2001 ?- Just before His arrest by the Temple Guards . . . .

    March 15, 2002 & 2003 -- A Method to His Madness

    2004 ?- An Informal Formal Lesson Plan for Whitey

    2005 -- On the Third Day . . .

    2005 ?- Left Behind on Death Row

    2006 -- U.N.: Torture, murder, cannibalism, blah, blah, ho ho-hum...

    Last edited by Librarian; 05-28-2009, 04:23 AM. Reason: Add Links
    I am The Librarian

  • #2
    Introduction & Preface


    BLOODLINES, being a FOUNDATIONAL MYTH OF THE 21ST CENTURY, con-text?d of scenae and scenarios, both sparsely reconstructuralist and deviationalist, yet adhering almost always in programmatic & paradigmatic commitment to discursive recursive-cyclic iconicity and deconstructionism?
    neither, of curse, preemptying the other, by ~ FIPS!

    ?Why do you cry out thus, unless at some vision of horror?

    ?This land reeks of death and dripping gore!

    How so? ?Tis but the odor of sacrifice on the altar of progress!

    ?The stench is like that breath from a tomb, still exuding the watery gas of maggots on fleshly decay?

    ?Home cursed of God! Bear witness unto me,
    ?Woes seen and yet unseen within -
    ?The blood-stained hands of them that smite their kin -
    ?The strangling rope, and, spattered o?er
    ?With human blood, the reeking floor!

    ?For I am persuaded by testimony from those who,
    ?Lamenting, were sacrificed in the womb,
    ?Their flesh roasted and devoured by physicians, their fathers and mothers,
    ?that Henceforth, You are all meat?


    You are trekking, too lightly attired. Suddenly, you slip on a path and tumble downslope, losing your pack and all. When you awaken, things seem to swim about your field of vision for a while. The typically brief but intense afternoon rains begin, and you try to find your way back to shelter. For whatever reason, you find yourself quite lost, are soon soaked.... and then hear voices. You approach an encampment, and call out greetings. The group includes men, women and children, and the men arise and approach to take stock of you. They are not afraid (after all, you are carrying no weapons, and must appear quite soaked and freezing by now). They bid you forward to their fire, in a language you are quite unfamiliar with.

    In physical appearance, you might almost interpret them as Polynesians, yet lighter-skinned and thinner overall ? and with quite another speech-sound. They are dressed in some kind of fur-lined "homespun", very chic (and very warm-looking at that!). You are offered a sort of robe, and sit down. The women urge you closer to the camp fire, and all nod agreement. Try though you might, you can't seem to find any words in common understanding, until you ask for water.

    They seem to understand that, and offer a beaker of pure, refreshing "vasa". The beaker is hand-made crockery, well-decorated with fine geometric designs. Somehow, you feel comfortable, and begin to relax. The women are cooking some kind of stew of meat and veggies. All others sit down in anticipation, and they pass around hand-made (well made, at that!) baskets with more kinds of berries and shelled nuts than you ever knew existed, apparently as a kind of hors d'ouerve. Together with the good water, you find the appetite really beginning to rise, and you wish to stay with these strangers. Suddenly, the word "apvel" is heard, you say apple and are immediately handed a smallish but very flavorful fruit. So, at least you have two words in common!

    Looking around, you realize one very young lady is looking intently at you. She is full-figured, with the pinkest skin and no makeup except for a bit of ochre-red on the cheekbones. She has the fullest head of very loose black curls you have ever seen, and dark eyes. Really pretty, in fact. Relaxing by the campfire, you begin to realize everything these folks have is hand-crafted, including composite wood and stone hammers and axes, bows and arrows. The basketry and pottery, the clothing, all hand-made, and beautifully so. The meal is served on their ware, and delicious simple fare it is at that!

    You can't believe how comfortable you're feeling. Twilight begins, and everyone pulls out some form of art they wish to show their guest. Sophisticated animal paintings on hide, wood, stone, and some kind of ivory carving. Their most artistic pottery, basketry, embroidery and beadware, ... all unimaginably attractive. Others pull out flutes, stringed and percussion instruments you've never seen before, and start singing, with a tone and inflection that floats and seems somehow timeless. One of the elders begins telling some kind of story. Although you don't understand the words, then again you do. You are escorted to one of their tents, again, they insist, the one closest to the fire. It's made of some kind of softened, flexible hide. You are given an undercover, and another robe blanket. You doze off listening to their speech and laughter in the background.

    When you awaken, it is very dark and very quiet. You realize the very young lady has your hand in hers, and that she is looking at you, and that she is smiling. You feel that you are finally... home.


    This is an image of what might have happened if you came unarmed and in need of assistance to an encampment of Europeans?30,000 years ago! It is based on the latest archaeological research. Now, think about the kind of ?welcome? you might be given by non-racial kin. Let?s say?you are transported defenseless to a non-white community not 30,000 years ago, but only 300 years ago. Certainly, these aliens should be far more civilized than 30,000 year old whites! And yet, after careful consideration, don?t you acknowledge that, rather than being greeted, you would quickly be killed and eaten by any typical early 18th Century non-whites?

    The White Man ONCE KNEW from EXPERIENCE what sort of monstrous savagery he would be on the ?receiving end? of should he ever let down his innate racial guard. Consider that ?gentle? and ?noble red man?, ?in tune with all things? - whom ?we so victimized?:

    In 1779, Mohawks captured 16-year twin sisters Maria and Christina Manheim from their home in Pennsylvania. The band who captured the twins thought it would ?cause? conflict among their owners when they were turned into slaves, they looked so much alike, so the chiefs decided the girls should he destroyed. The Red Niggers sharpened a supply of pine splin?ters about 5 inches long, then dipped the blunt ends in turpentine. The twins were stripped naked, hung from a sapling by their hands tied together, then had more than 600 splinters hammered into their bodies from their knees to their shoulders. Each of the splinters was set on fire. It was al?most 3 hours before they died. By that time they had lost ?almost every resemblance of the human form?.

    In 1757, drunk Indians ?killed one of the (British) prisoners, put him into the kettle, and forced his wretched countrymen to eat of him.? Another witness saw the Indians ?compel mothers to eat the flesh of their children.? The Red Niggers were at ALL times motivated only by brutal serial killer sex murder lust and wantonness. Pregnant women were ripped open and their babies thus ?born? thrown into flames or stewpots.

    Near the close of 1763, the ?Great? Chief Pontiac invited several prominent French settlers to a celebration feast. When it was over, he asked one of the guests how he liked the very good young beef. Pontiac said, ?Come, I will show you what you have eaten.? Whereupon he opened a sack and held up by the hair the still bloody head of a British soldier, and added with a wide grin: ?There is the young beef!? [Here it should be noted that in the late 20th Century, the self-styled ?Emperor Bokassa I? of the ?Central Africa Empire? did exactly the same thing ? again to the French?but told them it was ?young lamb? saut?ed in its own pulverized brains!]?

    ?They begin at the extremity of his body, and, gradually, approach the more vital parts. One pries and tears his nails by the roots, one by one; an?other takes a finger into his mouth, and chews off the flesh with his teeth; a third thrusts a finger into the bowl of a ?peace? pipe, which he smokes like tobacco; then they pound his toes and fingers to pieces between two stones; when tears are discovered, hot coals are applied under his eyes with the statement that his face was wet and would be dried for him.

    They cut circles about the fleshy parts of his limbs, and try to pull the skin and flesh away from the bones; red hot irons cut, burn, squeeze, tear and pull off his flesh; bit by bit, they devour with greediness pieces of torn and broiled meat, smearing their faces with the burnt fat. When they have thus torn off the flesh, they pry loose and twist the bare nerves and tendons, tearing and snapping them, whilst others are employed in pulling, twisting and extending his limbs in every way that can increase the torment, until the arms are, one by one, torn off. This continues five or six hours; and sometimes days together. They frequently unbind him, to give a breathing to their fury, to think what new torments they shall inflict, and to refresh the strength of the sufferer. They then run sharp reeds into every part of his body; drag out his teeth with pincers, rip off the eyelids and finally, slowly tear out the eyes, one at a time, by the roots. After having mutilated his face in such a manner as to carry nothing human in it; after having peeled the skin from the head, and heaped red hot coals or boiling water over it, they will free him to wander about the camp blind and armless, prodded this way and that until finally, prodded to a huge kettle, he is lifted with huge regales of laughter and thrust in feet first, to cook down?Of the heads and their contents they will make a form of Indian pudding.?

    ?They made the prisoner sing and dance for some time, while six gun barrels were heating red hot in the Fire; after which they began to burn the soles of the feet until the bones appeared, and they continued burning him by slow degrees up to his privates?This barbarity they continued about six hours?They cut off his thumbs and offer?d them him to eat, pluck?d off all of his nails, and then stuck splinters of pine all over his body, and put fire to them?At last they ran two gun barrels, one after the other, red hot up his fundament, upon which he expired by the Grace of God? ? Benjamin Franklin

    Mutilation was in fact practiced out of timeless tradition and racial habit. It was not uncommon for a Cheyenne warrior to cut off the arms of an enemy and preserve the severed limbs as trophies. Strangers captured by the Cheyenne faced a gruesome fate. Captives were stripped and spread-eagled over anthills, their hands and feet lashed to pegs driven deep into the ground. There they were abandoned, to go blind from staring at the sun, insane from hunger and thirst, and eaten by ants and wild animals. It was then considered ?mercy? to burn them alive.

    One Cheyenne brave recalled the killing of an old man. ?We cut off his hands, his feet?We ripped open his breast, breaking the ribs away, and opened his belly. I stood there and looked at his beating heart and quivering liver?We stayed there until there was nothing left but ashes, having crushed his burnt bones.?

    Soldiers found after the quite typical Indian massacre ?had strips of skin cut out of the body, noses and other members cut off?iron nails thrust through the testicles into the ground, pinning them?here a penis cut off and stuffed in the mouth....there cookfires built over stomachs, or a body ripped open, with a coffee pot and cup filled with blood, and obviously drunk from?heads with the eyes pulled out by fists would be ?arranged? to ?stare? at one another or would-be rescuers. Many had arms, legs and noses twisted until actually wrenched off. Many had their flesh cut off in strips the entire length of their bod?ies.

    As for the legend that Custer was ?untouched? as ?a suicide?, he was in fact untouched to the extent of an arrow rammed up the penis, and arrow shafts hammered into each of his ears?.

    A favored Indian yuck was to cut a body in gashes, fill them with powder, then set fire to the end of each. Indians would often dance with the naked headless body or lower half of a white woman, sawn through. Sexual violation would then follow, cheered on from the sidelines. Pubic area scalps ripped off the bodies of shrieking white women and teenagers shaking with pain would be worn after ?drying? either as merkins over their own pubes?
    or as eye-patches. Sometimes they would hack away all of the upper torso from around the backbone without removing either it or the head atop, tie the detached upper torso to the nearest horizontal branch by the fingers in either a ?pull-up? or ?chin(less) up? position, and rig the lower torso, protruding backbone, and head ?sitting up?-for relatives to find thus. White babies, when not killed immediately, were often taken along on the trail, and then hung from broken tree branches rammed deeply into their lower jaws, so that anyone following them would be able to join in on the joke.

    When the Red Nigger was ?exhausted? by his ?sport?, he might choke the victim to death by cramming sand or ramming stones down his throat. [Again, it is fascinating to noted that this was again exactly how ?Sergeant Sammy Doe? of the Liberian Presidential Bodyguard Unit treated his own leader, before immediately thereafter promoting himself to General of the Army.]

    When settlers turned to Arizona after the Civil War, they confronted the Apache, who were a ferocious tribe. The Apache captured white women, then literally tore their bodies apart. Prisoners were hung head down over small fires, their uncontrolled jackknifing giving amusement to the Apache for hours while the prisoner?s brain slowly roasted into a mush until death. Eyes torn out would be laid on nearby rocks; chins hewn off; teeth chopped out; brains taken out and placed on rocks with other members of the body; entrails taken out and wound around branches; feet smashed by cobbles; arms twisted out of sockets and then?off; private parts severed and placed in the eye sockets, ears, and mouth; and muscles of calves, thighs, stomach, breast, back, arms, and cheeks sawn out.

    After gang-raping and murdering one woman they found hanging the wash to dry, they found one white infant in a cradle in the cabin, and put the baby in the oven with the day?s bread?Women and children not killed immediately were often tortured to death later that same day, for blood sport. The Red Niggers would bet one another on screams, fainting, crying, begging, madness, and death. The scalps of women and girls with long red or blond hair were especially prized, being worn on the belt, and were highly valued when offered as collateral on the gambling floor.

    Families were burned alive in their cabins, children crucified, girls nailed to doors - first backwards and then forward, raped by dozens of ?braves?, then hacked to pieces while ?standing?, while babies were dis?membered by ripping and their limbs flung in the mother?s face.

    One Chief said to a war party in front of captives from an earlier assault: ?War now. War forever. War upon the living. War upon the dead; dig up their corpses from the grave; our country must give no rest even to a white man?s bones.?

    Don?t ya hate the Red Man now, grandfather??

    Let?s try one final approach to reality. You are set down in a black ?hood? somewhere in the world, not 30,000 years ago, nor even 300 years ago, but only some 300 seconds ago! Will you be welcomed by your oh-so-civilised black brethren , or are you far more likely to be tortured to death amid general rejoicing, glee, dancing and drunkenness? Come on, white fool! Your ancestors from 3,000 generations ago would be better neighbors than the common jig you find on the street only 30 minutes travel time away?

    And if I was a pagan living without any sin I was aware of in a thick beech forest in a clearing near year-round running water or perhaps a beaver pond, subsisting with my wife and children on game, beechnuts, our pear orchard fruit, mallow, roots, mustard, marsh plants, berries and mushrooms as my ancestors had done since time immemorial, would we all still "need" (let alone the diversity of ?modernity?) the sacrifice of some Savior centuries and thousands of miles away? Never having stolen, nor cheated, nor killed but for food? Never having broken any oath sworn on my father's maul or axe? Never having worshipped aught but the forest, breeze, soil, running water, and the milky way in the sky? Would I or they need any-thing else? And isn?t our only Sin NOT living in such a place, of our own, and God?s, making?

    Time itself calls to you, calling again and anew for (horror!) white lands flourishing with sustainable uses, natural places for wildlife (and our souls) to forever be protected, purity of air, water and soil, unity of neighborhoods, real social justice for the majority, eternal pride in and respect for the awesome accomplishments of our ancestors, and finding truth in beauty and beauty in truth. How dare anyone stand in the way of such real human progress!

    And yet they do. They stand unashamedly for melding the good with the evil, the high unto the low, the heavenly into the foul, and for a future of social integration at the point of some Federal agent?s gun. Will we ever be go home again?
    I am The Librarian


    • #3
      1898 France & Less Than 100 Years Ago

      1898 France

      The state, falling into Jewified decadence, decaying from within, squeezed dry of soul, was pulled this way and that by the puppetmaster, while the nation was facing a war to the death with them. Our ancestors have demonstrated the physical and spiritual fertility of our race?Deep down all the non-Judaized among us still have the deliberate valor, courageous pride, and analytical good sense, that is, the virtues of the original race in us today?What we desire is to rekindle our old spirit as a race, our natural character?

      A nation is an expanded family that has developed normally from a territorial zone in harmony with its temperament. What constitutes the nation is first of all our national territory, which has its special conformity, its soil, its flora, its fauna, its flowers?mountains and valleys, streams and rivers, its very atmosphere?A set of customs, practices and mores constitutes the harmonious natural law common to all truly of this land. All this glorious and precious patrimony is today compromised and tomorrow threatened with destruction by the corrupt, perverted, chaotic, inchoate, and forever ?mysterious? minds of the nomadic wanderlust-souled Jews?We are their prisoners, they are our scourge, stabbing and strangling us from behind, our blight and cancer, our national leprosy, arrogant maggots at the feast of the dead, buzzards that batten down into their entrails, putrid gangrene, vampires after the last drop of our racial blood, and vermin in the gut of the worst kind?

      The Jewish question is and always will be one of race. On one hand we have men of the land, with their religion based on the admiration and study of nature, their social science based on equity and justice, their sense of family, respect for the work of our ancestors, the worship of heroes, possessed of a sacred love of hearth and home, feelings of honor, and the ultimate truth-telling of laboring with one?s own hands On the other are the Jews with their dark and anarchical thoughts, their extreme materialism, and their rapacity, destroying the cult of the native land, the dignity of work, respect for the family and for ancestral traditions, vipers, asps that inject the most lethal venom into our entrails, rats that gnaw into the body politic and the national soul, devouring both, only to shit them out, toads that stink up our earth with their poisoned spittle.

      This accursed syndicate of woe, vile and shady, spins its web of deceit, represses the nation while distracting, diverting and perverting its people, as pimps of those who have sold their souls to the Devil, pornographers, and would-be national whoremasters?There is the same difference in quality of soul between this Jew and the Aryan, with our noble passion for glory and the ideal, as between the Aryan and the lumpen Chinee or the savage Nigger. Do you really want to end up the way Poland has? No, then excrete the Jews! What is in the blood and soul does not change?In this race war, the Jews must all be driven off into the night.

      Our young people, national republican, national democrat, and national socialist, march and sing with all their hearts old songs with new words to poison the Jews?They shout ?Hatred grows with each step?When will we finally arrest the Jews en masse and put them safely away??We say drown the Jews with their filth in the sewers!?They are ours now??They burn the publications of the enemy, boycott their stores and shops, and bar the way to others?They break all the windows in their shops and synagogues, and take little tours through each?They call for the Jews (even three generations from Jewish racial purity) to be barred from elective office, public service and public education, and demand ?a good bit of confiscation?Never buy from a Jew?Throw off your chains and no longer be their slaves?Drive the parasite Jew from the host nation?deported to the east, or perhaps to a tropical colonial ?paradise?.

      ?Heroic brawls take place at every public meeting, as they challenge the rest of us to combat the Jewish presence and battle the Jewish race relentlessly?They thus rediscover the moral sense of their own traditions, rooted in one?s own soil?They cry for the nation to be resurrected from the dead, and the peoples? minds to be remolded as of old to fit the national spirit?

      ?In 20 years time the Jews will wring the neck of the nation, if we don?t cut theirs within10. Think of your children, your families, and their enslavement, then think again of the nation?and act. Your good blood does not lie. The cursed race of the Jews must be exterminated. There are many noble means to act?the Jews should beware of being scalded or steamed to death?We have enough lampposts and enough of rope?enough ponds they could drown in, and gold and silver will not stop lead?Yet there is a difference between letting the Jews take control of your lives, and murdering them on the spot like mad dogs?We war not only against the Jews but even more so against the Jewish ?spirit?. Death to the social power of the Jews, and to their state within a state. We yet do not want a general massacre and extermination of all the Jews, merely of the Jewish peril to the nation. The Jews, as people, may merely be excluded. And yet it is just as clearly time to take up the final challenge, and end it all, one way or the other?

      Onward, children of the nation ? the day of vengeance has arrived! Against you and us the obscene banner of Yiddischry has been raised. Tremble, Yids who would murder the fatherland! You will finally get your reward, when every one is a soldier against you! We?ll begin to rummage through the shitpile that is Jewry, and dispose of it. If we face asphyxiation from the hideous stench, others will come to relieve us for a while and allow us to breathe a little good fresh air before returning to the sacred task at hand. And if our young heroes should fall, the nation will produce new ones to replace them, to destroy you. Sacred love of the nation leads and strengthens the might of our vengeful arms. We pray to the Living God to deliver us from the Jews. The sons of Judas, traitors all, will pale upon seeing the Leader of Tomorrow. Freedom, o cherished freedom! May all the dying Jews know with their last breath God?s victory and our triumph over them?We must at all cost continue the work cleansing ourselves of the Jews. The day will come when all these have disappeared, as we will simply kill them. We will not pardon any, and may spare no more than those of us spared entire from their terror?It pleased them to fight to the death of all of us or all of them. Yet we will stop and pause for a memorial, when the Yids have all been hanged?and not regret spilling their blood for our sakes. Long live the slaughterers of the Jews!

      Less than 100 Years ago

      The Forgotten . . . . . Joys of Murder

      Increasingly, we in defenseless, suicidal white Amereeka, seem to have forgotten the thrill and sheer joy our antecedents felt at butchering a well-defined enemy. "Once upon a time"...we volunteered for armed service to a REAL nation! - in which the essence of such service was to kill. Far from genocidal killing then being "the realm of vicious psychopaths", it was ordinary, God-fearing people of the finest intentions who found themselves quite capable of mass murder for the highest, holiest, and most irreproachable reasons, including EVEN those who "found a joy through stalking human prey...which more than made up for incessant fighting and weariness indescribable", when one of their bullets or grenades would be followed by "a few groans and then silence".

      At least one white woman in Vietnam repeatedly went out on successful night sniper patrols when her Special Forces boyfriend begged off, finally saying "I know exactly who I am".

      We USED to be proud of narratives of women who had been captured by the Red Nigger Indians turning around once their captors were asleep and hatcheting entire Indian "families" to death.

      As for men in vengeance, they once "often delighted in giving death and unrestrained slaughter", their "killings were enthusiastic, the massacres frankly merry", and when one cried guiltily that he "had become a murderer", his WIFE said "and you've also become a man"! The 6 foot 2+, 240 lb. red-bearded, blue-eyed ?mountain? man Jeremiah Johnson was a God in terms in racial understanding. He killed hundreds of red niggers by kicking them in the balls to death, punching them in the throats, or poisoning them. He also killed within minutes the only black he ever met, and resigned from the Civil War when they asked him not only to scout trails?but to kill white men.

      Wartime instructors insisted the very purpose of male life in defense of one's nation was to kill cleanly, kill quickly, kill efficiently ("Never cease to think how you can best kill the enemy...If necessary, stomp right between his eyes and push the nose right into his brain. Or stomp on the ribcage, in order to push splinters into the lungs, and THEN stomp on his heart to smash it...for mercy's sake").

      All knew that "killing" was murder (see the constant war diary entries of having "been murdering all week!"), and often reveled in that powerful knowledge. Time and time again we read of the joy of killing.

      "I sought out this new religion of Blood and Fire, the Blood that cleanses, the Fire that energizes." In Britain, training included splashing warm blood in the face, with men encouraged to "smear it about" and "scent it".

      Men cherished the hopes of bayoneting someone..."How they hungered for the wild exultation of the pursuit of prey and the heavenly joy of driving "home" deeply the blade, crunching through manrib-bone, and twisting it to hear either deep bubbling groans or sobbing little screams and to FEEL jets of blood spouting out amidst the bodily shaking, so that one's blade would not only be stained but bejeweled with bits of hair or flesh...I would have driven my bayonet into the throat or eye without the slightest hesitation and my conscience would not have bothered me in the least"...

      As a ripper, this was the kind of fighting that rejoiced the hearts of pirates. It was "beautiful, awesome work", "joy unspeakable", "hot exhilarating butchery", "murder to weep over with joy"... and "gorgeously satisfying". How far would one go for these "good feelings"?...To the point of willingness to see absolute hatred in eyes that you have stilled forever, and then simply to move on to your next murder...

      The very essence of unit morale in war was the degree to which its potential fears had been converted into murderous hatred, and preparations for serial murder. The side that hated the most would be victorious.

      Snipers also received immense satisfaction from their jobs, and were highly motivated killers engaged in a labour of love..."I had a feeling of the essential rightness of both my stalking AND my murder of man-animals that might kill me otherwise...To use your own skill, single-handed, against the enemy; It could be murder most foul, AND most delightful"...

      Bodily "trophies of the hunt" were also inherently approved of at "killer-level"...Indeed, a necklace of ears in Nam could be called love beads...One ack-ack gunner from WWII remembered how those on his ship had partaken of fresh-dead Japs..."Parts of destroyed suicide planes were scattered all over the ship. During a little lull in the action, we would go on bugeye hunts...We didn't have to go far; the deck near my mount was covered with guts, brains, torn tongues, scalps, hearts, arms, etc., from dead Japs. Someone would either have to scrape them off, or paint over them. One scalp had black hair, cut very short, and the color of the skin was real Japanese yellow...

      I put a tongue with deep bucktooth marks in it on a pie plate. It was very big and long, with part of the tonsils and throat still attached. Otherwise, it looked like something you'd buy in the market...One of the Marines later told me he'd found the best way to interrogate a Jap prisoner was to slap him in the face with the hand on a severed Nip forearm"...

      As for THEM, the Japanese were every bit as proudly racist as Americans once were. While it is fairly well-known that the Japanese baked, broiled, fried and crucified, beat, whipped, frothed, and then ate white westerners (see ?Prisoners of the Japanese?), it is less well-known that they did the same things to others of the East Asian race. Koreans, in particular, were prized for medical experimentation because, though "not of the Yamato race", they were as close as these Jap versions of St. Mengele were going to get, with actual members of the Yamato race being holy things.

      Even in the first months of the war, Japanese OFFICERS ordered surgical teams to sever white Aussie prisoners' genitals, staunch the bleeding so they would not die of that, and sew the mens? cocks and ballsacks into their mouths and over their nostrils, so they would asphyxiate "on themselves". Virtually no prisoners were taken by the Australians during World War II thereafter.

      "Guadalcanal Diary" includes the following entry: "Everywhere one turned there were piles of bodies; here one with a backbone visible from the front, the rest of the flesh peeled up over the head like an artichoke; there a charred head, hairless but still equipped with blackened eyeballs; pink, blue, yellow entrails drooping (the color depending on the time of day, it seemed); a fresh red bullet-hole through the eye here; one there still wearing his tortoise shell glasses over buck teeth, lying on his back, with his chest a growing and constantly changing mess o' ground meat...There was no horror to these things." There was only Glory.

      Wholesale slaughter of large numbers of the enemy, men, women AND children, might be "a godly affair of great and seductive power", and "full of spiritual resonance", with some preferring the silent omnipotence of napalm, others the showy exhuberance of white phosphorus, with its fulsome elegance, wreathing a target in intense and billowing smoke, and throwing out glowing red comets trailing brilliant white plumes...

      Other forms of killing were "closer to the heart" - "a shot should never be fired if your enemy can be disposed of by the blade, the strangling wire, or a shovel to the head...for the demoralizing effect is great when one is found thus mutilated." Flamethrowing was "most intimate"...After all, human warmth was essential to the offensive spirit, and that is what murder in defense of your own is all about.

      The link between savagery and heroism is unmistakeable, with no hero more feared than the fanatical fighting man imbued with ruthless and impelling racial, political or religious ideals. Asked to comment on the My Lai village depopulation project, one officer up the line in command said: "A very good tactic; if you scare people enough they will keep away from you." Patton said: "We will get the name of killers, and killers are immortal".

      Psychologists have LONG recognized that more men break down in any theater of war because they are NOT allowed to kill than those "who broke under the strain of killing itself". It is "the sensitive individual who cannot develop a pleasure in killing (who) quickly develops fear, from which surrender or his own death is the only escape." Those quite "unable to kill...were (and are) men who lacked the ability to understand complex ideas, such as patriotism, appreciation of the alternative to winning a war, tradition, (were) psychologically inadequate ineffectives, and narcissistic poseurs concerned only with self-pleasuring"...

      There is then only ONE moral question involved with killing..."If the only way to adequately protect one of our babies is to kill theirs, then it is OUR duty, however repugnant, to accomplish this." Men who expressed reservations about killing "innocents" always had to be reminded that they were doing so out of allegiance to the still higher moral authority of their OWN group's long-term survival. "You may discover extreme danger in some apparent innocent, when God has educated your spiritual sights". Or in the words of a former military chaplain: "If one has blown away women and children but experiences no unpleasant feelings about it, then there is no issue left to resolve."

      Training one to kill, to murder and then sleep like a child to awaken refreshed, thinking "what a glorious morn to sink a knife to the hilt in someone's belly"...starting all over again with a new wind of righteous ice-hatred, is essentially just remembering that killing, in the end, is part of Everyman's natural inheritance"...

      The real problem for our vets returned from Nam perhaps was in NOT responding to catcalls 'bout "whether they enjoyed killing babies", by saying: "Indeed, I enjoyed it a great deal!".
      I am The Librarian


      • #4
        2000 - The White Race Martyred

        2000 - The White Race Martyred --
        On 21st Century Altars of Jew-Worship, Negritude, and Faggotry

        There are filthy brown clouds dimming the White-hot Sun God in the skies,
        brave Helios and his steeds needs must fear an end.
        Your beloved grandancestors, ancient, dreaming of the Forest and the Glade,
        are shocked no doubt to see you Otherside -
        now it is for you, my Dead Race, to grant the favor of stories tragic in their telling...
        "Deep within a frozen wasteland of shit
        filling the spirit of hoomanity,
        brownblack, redyelloworange and "chosen" murderers
        smashed and shat upon the souls of every white friend, peer, and fellow
        simply because they feared --
        our spirit, our being, and our love
        in Race eternal.
        We were, we are...and...will be (again?)
        The Universe's brilliant beams.
        Now we have precious little time and twilight is falling on our souls
        as Despair makes his calling.
        In darkness it creeps in on mist-y shades of niggerous night,
        casting horrid shadows over love's shining.
        We keep on walking into Non-existence.
        So many are happy creatures of the loneliness,
        dying quietly in well-moneyed latter-day dreams.
        We stand on the brink of an abyss, a desert, the edge of never-ending pain.
        We don't even know enough to say our last farewells,
        Though we are sentenced to be shot,
        or buried alive to die.
        At the "beginning" of a "new" millenium,
        On the way from hell to hell,
        Some still carry the Love of centuries,
        Inside our hearts,
        Where the sunset still burns.
        Yet, can we remain white covered with our own ardent blood?
        How many times today will a white child be born,
        not knowing the life they'll face?

        Some will wonder o'er it, take long walks through the empty sands
        thinking they are held in God's protecting hands.
        Some will cry about it,
        awake at night bleakly watching the walls
        and die a bit remembering how you left us one beautiful Fall.
        Race, was your brightness
        too much for this world?
        Or goodness, too?

        That the powers of darkness in the creatures of the night did swell up red and black, bloated like weeks-old death,
        and with brutality unimaginable,
        seek to snuff out?
        your brilliant light.
        And all for "equality".
        On the last day of sun in winter's depth,
        Suddenly I'd remember the Race
        and be moved to tears to raise Him from the dead,
        or die with Him.
        "No!", Grandfather shakes me awake!
        "Have only hate,
        for the monsters
        who do exactly what they must,
        in their eternal nature of suffocation!"
        But, what of the silent,
        who voice not at all,
        'cause the fear has them?
        "You must make them learn to scream again!"
        A defender's shout.
        Feed the Hate, whilst
        others breed the Lies.
        Oh, yes, Christ would weep,
        but that will NOT stop THEM from shitting you to Hell!
        You can ONLY spin the planet backwards, a mad thing!
        by blinding white passengers with Healthy Hatred.
        Look, there is still a royal blue sky!
        And warmth remaining in the year's life.
        Today above the last flower fields,
        a thousand voices sing raceworth;
        And you need NEVER travel alone again that road at night!
        Ask no mercy, grant none at all.
        At night hunt in small wild packs, befriended by the noble silvery frost moon.
        The yellowing year,
        the bitter constraint,
        skin-parching wind,
        even the remorseless coming of winter
        brings occasion
        in the woods and caves,
        for the hungry to look up, and
        scent out blood.
        Yes! We should have known it sooner.
        We should have cried, "Don't wait!"
        To all loved!
        NOW, do not stand at my grave and weep
        I am not there, I do not sleep
        I am the silent, soft winds that blow
        I am the gliss on new fallen snow
        I am the Eagle in a high Freedom Flight
        I am the star that lights up your wolf eyes.
        I want you to hate and be pure in its close embrace.
        It will warm you
        That, and fresh blood in the night.
        I will then laugh,
        dance with joy.
        my soul,
        re-filled, sated,
        Heal thyself and
        heal me.
        And for all
        who love
        men who
        love their own
        God's grace will be expressed
        in their every action.
        Yes, we've lost
        sons, daughters,
        brothers and sisters,
        fathers, even mothers!
        In racelove,
        We mourn,
        and come
        in rage.
        wild, intoxicated with blood in the snout!
        Interdependent on the others,
        no longer neurotically, necrotically isolated!
        Self-expressive with cruelty,
        and rugged of spirit with violence in intent!
        What subtle
        Morbidities will then be bulletblastblown
        Across the fields,
        everlasting in their own demondust.

        What stinking "divinities" will we
        plant with the new soil, to remain
        in winter a perennial whorefrost?
        What livid indignities
        were suffered upon
        our Racial body, echoing,
        like the cries of
        a slain eagle
        faded across
        the canyons in
        gasping whispers?
        But the slayerjew's
        rancid secrets,
        fetid truths can yet be expelled
        from consciousness,
        today imprinted underleaf
        on the drunken "culture", resting on its "laurels"
        on a bed of incestuous lies,
        a pile of shit,
        season by season,
        it "progresses" unto Death and self-sodomy.
        If necessary we must kill the seasons,
        and plant at all times, even through caustic ground,
        unyielding, thick or acrid,
        if only to bury the Things!
        Be generously hateful
        to the putrid.
        Savage sons
        you may yet win
        the day on a splitskull,
        and slaughter their
        foul winds back into oblivious vermin
        Whose feasts would otherwise be
        your mother's blood
        and your father's bone.

        We am not alone though many
        have turned and gone away,
        The golden trees have lifted up
        your sweet racesoul to the sun,
        And every power we possess
        needs simply be the re-discover'd land!
        To undo what's been done with Winter's grip
        which deeply holds
        the hearts of many men.
        The death dealt by the dead is powerless itself amidst
        the rise of Race's Spring again!
        And each time flowers bloom with
        white-all-color living brilliance on display,
        We will never be alone!
        Did the trees writhe for you, White Race,
        were not the stars ashamed?
        Sometimes it seems like the darkness will never turn.
        the struggle never be won.
        That's when you call upon your demons, and go mad with hatred.

        Sons and daughters
        In your time
        do not wait
        to be liberated
        on this land
        It is yours to reap
        and benefit
        And to bury
        your lowing "brethren".
        Then, only then,
        golden youth, may you
        rest beside the stillwater,
        knowing we will be
        For years the battle
        will roaring render on,
        for us the darkness
        still encroaches.
        Pray that your light,
        God's light,
        might shine fierce over and
        until all the pitch and filth
        is finally banished
        and racelight eternal
        embraces us.
        Then with rejoicing
        we will be joined with you,
        Grandparents and all,
        and see once again
        the brightness of your smiles.
        I hear the mighty chorus of dear ones gone before:
        Light a match and burn the face off a devil, yid cherti!
        Mark the boundaries of the world with rivers of their blood
        And unite the race as one.
        Open the haters' eyes with steel
        And remember for our death they...lusted.
        Who has learned to truly love their race,
        knows both the shadows and the sunlight,
        And a song lost in the wind.
        yet keeps summer in their heart...
        Who grasps the gift of honor fought
        In some deserted, barren spot?
        Step forward, hero...survivor.
        carver of death
        bloodlord of war
        agent of God's destruction
        hear my shriek
        focus my rage
        purify my hatred
        narrow my passion
        point my spear
        'gainst all the brood
        of those who murder senselessly
        the only Race worth its weight in wisdom;
        those who destroy claiming "to create"!
        who tear the singers from the dance
        and the dancers from the play
        who wouldst spatter upon the ancient cycles
        ...yet who "create" only cancer.
        I call down the purified rage of my people
        and the backlash of torture
        to burn their eyes away
        from the psyche of real humankind.
        May my earth-black and fire-red emotions
        of rage and death
        blast away the stagnant undergrowth
        in which choking weeds take tangled root,
        and crack open the dormant seedlings
        of real Truth and Justice.
        We will make their skulls into communion chalices
        and use their bones for candlesticks,
        with executioners' eyes and garrote hands,
        and a smile knowing He is finally avenged.
        The rats scurry;
        watching with unlidded terrified eye,
        they know now what you are capable of, white monster!
        Today beautiful little creatures will come
        to sniff the decaying spongy mess of your societal rot.
        And I laugh at seeing them eat of you.
        HATE be the Sun that warms
        our souls, bring back the light
        to darkened rooms of indifference,
        pull back the shades and fling open the windows,
        freshen the air--let the light prevail--
        be the heat that ignites our hearts white hot.
        Stoke the flame
        of outrage.
        Consume that part of us lost, and
        Weld it anew.
        All of you, white men and women!
        The Race is forever your child, your son, your own!
        Let every fear be waning, lift up your eyes forlorn,
        the Hammer's strike is calling,
        as it sings the sky back to Godly blue.
        Eternal Hate reigning, and eternal life re-born!
        So listen to the sad songs and cry for ten seconds more.
        Then prepare to celebrate possible new revolutions
        emerging from the ashes of lost dreams
        burn with love and fury crushed terribly in one,
        breath sucked back into throat to cry that last cry,
        ...and kill.
        Think of them burning, and then...
        Bury them all where
        Vast and cold,
        Fields once flowerful, calmly lie,
        under our control again,
        ...seasonably White with snow.
        I am The Librarian


        • #5
          2001 ? Just before His arrest by the Temple Guards . . . .

          2001 ? Just before His arrest by the Temple Guards . . . .

          In late 2001, just before His arrest and disappearance for ostensible racistreason, Grant Curtis issued one last declaration on the revolution:

          ?We are accused of murder; in fact we are totally guilty of such murder, all in pre-emptive self-defense. Consider that THEY have been murdering us for decades now, with:

          A. Murders of over a million whites by free-range non-whites in street crime that "authorities" say "has nothing to do with hate crime" (such a statement is itself cause to kill);

          B. Murders of the spirit of tens of millions of white victims of non-white street crime that "little can be done about" (another statement meriting the death sentence);

          C. Murders of the memory of hundreds of millions of white ancestors, by public school and jewsmedia "ejewcation" that my and your grandparents were, without exception, evil racist bastids morally inferior to the most foul street animal blue-gum buck -- because they would not give said niggers, fag child molesters, etc., free reign over the nation!.....and finally,

          D. Murders of billions from future white generations that will be murdered in the streets of our inner shitties and integrated-by-court-order schools and neighborhoods; aborted; forever unborn because of phony guilt installed in white minds by the jewsmedia and pubic ejewcation; and/or mongrelized out of existence by the hypnotic MTV suggestion that only whiggers will be cool enough to be allowed into the dark future, while whites really should hate themselves in any event for being white and "oppressin'" the brown turds of this world to such an extent . . . .that they themselves come to believe the white race should not continue.

          It is absolutely essential for the Jew World Odor that all future white generations from the earliest age be Jew-drugged, Jew-loving, Jewsmedia-mind-f?ed and, most important of all, Jew-obeying into believing that NONE OF THE TRUTH IS TRUE?.Because THAT is what ?social integration? is really about. Social integration is that future urban shitpot filled to overflowing with the waste of every ?human type? on earth, never flushed, in which our young people will be expected to ?work together?. In such a pile o? shit, most will believe God has abandoned them, and lose their faith. Most will beg (with all their $) the Jew psychiatrist, psychologist, counselor, lawyer, politician, and media-whore for a ?helping hand? - or the slightest diversion from the squalor of a cultural wasteland covered with dog-shit ?.and thus lose their souls?

          Is there help beyond Hope for the white man, woman and child? Not in any aboveground means I can imagine being allowed to exist and persist in the future?I believe one man with brand new clothes and hat over a skin diving suit, new mass market Targe?t steak knives and a bag of sweepings from a barber shop he himself never frequents might accomplish more than any organization, legal or otherwise, that would start up today?

          Claim the same proud place in history where your ancestors once stood! First, put on a new of quiet placid cunning, in full court preparation for that future face of wild, hate-filled, blood-soaked triumph (Imagine during the hunt scenting the clammy, terrified skin of your real enemies through the snout!)...

          YOU will decide IN ALL CARE when to unleash the torrent of bitter cravings for revenge...and be cleansed in spirit by bathing in showers of THEIR blood! (hopefully while wearing fullbody plastic sheathing, of course!). No more alienation, fragmentation, nor "de-construction"...only the indescribable rapture and harmonious euphoria...of breathing in deep fresh mudblood...Grind them alive, or strain "industrially".

          ONLY with such a radical approach can YOU assure that the white race will even exist in 500 years, essentially because you shall make THEM choose between living life in fear or living life by design physically separate from us. Learn from our own RECENT past. Let them know you are already smelling them out. Make 'em terrified! Be a warrior. BE...a terrorist.

          Our job now? MAXIMUM violence, hate, and dehumanization of the enemy. Complete encouragement of unlimited atrocities. Speak with ALL the bestial savagery and in-humanity that characterized the Israelite taking of the Promised Land from its occupants.

          Particularly dehumanize the Jews, who regard themselves as Seraphic Beings. Make jokes about eating their children babyqued in gas ovens. There is after all NOTHING a mind-fuck Jew "reprogrammer" would NOT do to convince white Christians that they are scum, WANT to be scum, and should sexually enjoy wallowing in the filth until they die of old age, WITHOUT white progeny?WE must be seen as SO violent, with such complete and utter disregard for those we identify as our enemies (vermin, vampires, utter filth and parasites that they are), that we must finally be left alone.

          These then are the "skills" I wish to see our best and brightest pursue, as lone wolves in sheeple clothing and snakes in the grass, if need be. Calmly look into the eyes of your victims when the time comes, silently watch them still, and move the future.

          You must turn those baby blues, hazelbells, luscious green or fine brown eyes set in a graceful white face to your advantage, smiling and wise when you must "fit in", but letting the enemy see only shark or doll-eyes when they finally realize they are to die badly?

          What does even this 21st century ?society, culture, and psychology? teach us? -

          1) To be true to one?s self, and follow each day?s passions;
          2) To acknowledge your human frailties, and let your heart lead on;
          3) To honor your feelings, and show that you care; and
          4) To let your soaring spirit carry you to evermore incredible places!

          But doesn?t this describe ANY truly committed white soldier, killing his race?s enemies, as much as ANYONE else?

          White revolutionaries need to be "stakeholders" in the old sense: pounding it mercilessly into the chest of every race-sucking white blood-encrusted fanged vampire they can find!...Then we'll indeed come to our ?place at the table?...when our enemies are being served...on it, with a nice Bordeaux, Cabernet Sauvignon, or even Syrah (pairs well with game and robust meat dishes!)...Let them then see and know...the Horror, the Horror!

          I pray to God for a killer who hunts down these yehudist things and eats the living eyes out of their souldead skulls. I want to hear them scream.?

          Being subsequently and consequently designated as an enemy combatant, the Man was held in silence for the next 1000 years, through putrefaction/mummification/petrifaction/fossilization . . . . until all that remained was the silent scream of an entire race.
          I am The Librarian


          • #6
            March 15, 2002 & 2003 - A Method to His Madness

            March 15, 2002 -- Growth Visioning Visionary Update

            DATE: March 15, 2002

            TO: Environmental Conformance Committee

            SUBJECT: Growth Visioning Visionary Update


            One of the keys to successful visioning is to clearly define developmental values that will shape all of our visions for the future. To that end, a set of regional growth principles was crafted by the Growth Visioning Sub-committee after much visioning, thought and discussion. The principle-concepts of Mobility, Livability, Prosperity, and Sustainability for the region are sought today and for all future generations. Each principle is followed by a set of sub-principle-actions.

            Criteria such as ?Locate All New Housing near Existing Jobs and All New Jobs near Existing Housing? can be measured, as the scenarios contain enough detail to determine the number of new households within a proximity or acceptable travel distance from centers of employment.

            Growth principles that express values of the region applicable to all actions, of curse including social equity, environmental justice, civic engagement, equal access, and the lick, would be measured by their overall applicability.

            Investments and land use decisions must be or be made mutually supportive, to:

            ? Locate All New Housing Near Existing Jobs and All New Jobs Near Existing Housing.
            ? Encourage Mass Transit-Oriented Development.
            ? Promote a Variety of Travel Choices, bicycle, equestrian, pedestrian, etc., increasing street, path, street-path, and path-street connectivity.
            ? Continuously forever reduce Vehicle Hours under Congestion or Vehicle Hours of Delay (VHC or VHD) regionwide = ?Hours spent in congestion?, consumption of fuel, greenhouse gas emissions, etc., etc., etc.

            Livability must be fostered in all existing communities by new communities, by:

            ? Promoting In-Fill Development and Redevelopment to Revitalize Existing Communities.
            ? Providing, in each neighborhood, a variety of housing types to meet the needs of all income levels, and the homeless.
            ? Promoting ?People-Scaled? scalable communities.
            ? Offering access of population to open space, varying by time, to different classes of open space, and reuse of ?brownfields?.

            Urban amenities (connectivity + job density + population density) must be available to all, promoting Prosperity for All People for All Eternity.

            Rural, Agricultural, Sloping greater than 18%, Recreational and Environmentally Sensitive Areas must be preserved for all future generations for All Eternity, focusing development instead in Urban Centers, Existing Cities, Existing Centers, and Urban Cities, with green development strategies to accommodate growth that does not use non-human resources, eliminates pollution, and significantly reduces waste.

            Benchmark indicator-evaluation criteria-objective performance-technical modeling measurement systems will be developed within the context of Growth Principles.

            Are there any questions?

            2003 - "A Method to His Madness"

            For the first time in my life, I would say, I was appalled by a group of white women talking about their white children to the point that I wished the building to fall on their heads. They were talking about . . . . what each of them thought their own kids would "need therapy for" as they grew older. It seems little Jennifer would likely soon need "treatment" to "deal with an absent father" - that mom kicked out. Megan will equally "need" therapy to deal with mom's only-perceived "coldness" due to her exhaustion after returning from business trips. Several of the children were alleged to need therapy already to "deal with socialization problems" in pre-school.

            One mother felt that her beautiful little Brandon, although no doubt beautiful, might still "have issues with attractiveness to the other sex". Blainey might need to "be treated" for the loss of his grandmother, or of a broken toy. Gabrielle needed Dr. Whorewitz' best efforts to deal with her fears of abandonment; Anthony "to cope" with his parents' choice to abort his little white sister and instead adopt an AIDS-orphan from Botswana; and Joanna "to learn to accept" mom & dad's vegan atheism.

            Several of their children apparently also had "issues" with "anger". I can't imagine why. As the hours passed into darkness, I kept shaking my head?and thinking I or another like me would have to get back to all of them someday. But for now, I was waiting for -- that special someone?

            I watched from hiding as one unsuspecting fat beasty tossed by. It, oblivious, I by now quite resigned to the unpleasantry that always comes with murder. It was as if I was gradually wiping stardust from my shark sharp, and as doll-cold. Could I stealth up behind him and slit his throat or bash in his skull? A messy surprise to all.

            If he let out even a dying grunt, his "kind" in the neighbor-hood might set themselves upon me like bug-eyed hyenas on a fresh compound fracture. Centuries of indignity suffered at the hands of the Jews made me want to kill while roaring, but I wasn't ready to snuff it yet, me boyos?

            I thought back to my teacher: ?You must find place (and peace) in that rhythm and pattern of living a life so concealed that when it reveals itself to kill one of THEM, here an adult, there a child, only to slip silently will be as if you had never been at the scene of the "crime against society" at all . . . . and are licensed to kill again on your race's secret service?Who do we speak and write and act thus for? For beautiful white men and strong white women we have never seen, and never will. They are as yet unborn.?

            In my mind I would speak now for a boy with red hair and freckles, and his older sister, blonde with grey eyes wise beyond her years, walking over the grasses to the woodland, and a white-washed home in a white homeland. I walked on awhile.

            I settled back into the shadows of the building overhang, and drank in the glory of the place for blood-letting?having waited as the ?Conservative? Synagogue closed up ?shop?. Perhaps they were performing the official "grieving ritual'' for a couple after an abortion?"You made a choice, choosing life for (the would-be mother)/for the two of you as a couple/for your family/for the well-being of children yet to come (someday, possibly) into your lives. We grieve with you over the loss of this seed of life, and we affirm your essence (dis in itself is no fuggin' Holocaust)"?

            The tall, fair-haired stranger calmly and NOT silently walked up behind the creature. Dressed in darks, he looked like any white man coming up behind Jesse Jackson. One had nothing to fear. He was sooo gentle, stretching his arm forward as if offering a light, but then drew the scalpel-sharp blade over the throat of the pig from behind, quickly, like a baker flourishing the last red rose on the top of a frosted cake. Not a whisper, and at that the white man himself let out a tiny gasp. Amazing!

            His hawk eyes reflected wonderment, as the stranger's cow eyes stilled, and the warmth settled to the ground. The white killer was amazed at himself for a moment, too late! Someone was coming out of the next door, and my face shined!! I had no choice. I grabbed for handfuls of my jew victim's neck gush and smeared it over the white skin.

            Thus camo-ed as a vision out of Hell, I ran like it. At first the victim's blood was warm on my face, but it quickly cooled in the run...and frankly stimulated me onward.

            "A hunter had set this trap to catch wild boar.
            Now this pig came along and fell into the trap.
            If I squeal the hunter will come out here and slit my throat!
            Finally he did and the hunter indeed came and slit his throat."

            ...In typical fashion, the jewsmedia mogul the evening reported the man "had been either savagely slashed to death, or snuffed by a silenced bullet that was then concealed in congealed hugely flailed flesh". Huh?

            Supposedly, the body was mutilated in such a manner that the identity could not be established, with "the entire front of his body having been sliced away in shards with an extremely sharp instrument". What bullshit!...When did I do that?

            It must actually have been someone important, whose ID they're trying to keep down. Lucky me! They blamed the brutal slaying on "unknown terrorists". I could live with that forever.

            ...Awhile later certain words of a current rap song made their way to the killer's ears over the urban miasma...

            "Slugs up 'tween nigga eyes, full of their lies
            Kill 'em and flee the scene.
            Start the fire with a NATO round, make dat black beef cook
            Picture me bein' scared of a nigga that breathes
            Niggas burn brighter'n us.
            Praise the Lord and pass the kerosene.
            I hear Jew bitch cryin', headshots put her to rest
            I saw her brains hit the floor..."

            I could easily have gone into hiding after the last one, but something told me to come here -- some voice from deep within, as if emanating from a diminutive but furry and long-toothed wolf enrobed in a hundred layers of silk and trapped in a crunchy and hermetic acorn shell buried deep within my chest. I had the beast within me now, and knew no shame. When this madness comes, you play as you please?

            The key to liberation, the liberation of many, was in the blood, mine and theirs, mad-hotting or coldly sane. And then the wildflowers began to sing....Who (or what) would be NEXT?
            I am The Librarian


            • #7
              2004 ? An Informal Formal Lesson Plan for Whitey

              2004 ? An Informal Formal Lesson Plan for Whitey

              LEARN, MEMORIZE, MEMORIALIZE, FOLLOW, AND OBEY official and mandatory government ejewcational pronouncements that: zix million Jews were profoundly overcooked to death in gas ovens by the Paleo-Nazis; that the Jewry Springer 21st Century Kultur of white race degradation MUST be tolerated; all "humans", from the most gentle white genius to the most savage bluegum buck street nigger icy killa fahn monster more suitable for the cover of an old National Geographic are equal, BELONG in the same classrooms AND the same bedrooms; that feces-worshipping faggots make perfectly good role models, spiritual counselors, and "higher powers" for young WHITE boys; while lil? girl-licking bulldykes make magnificunt adoptive parents, preferably for WHITE children; that no nation seeking (or even wishing) to avoid the mass jewsmedia entranced and entrenched shit-consuming world economy...should be allowed to exist; that the white race, guilty of hundreds of years of genocide of all others, would be "better off" CHOOSING TO GO OUT OF EXISTENCE by mass abortion and miscegenation; that ANY government "chosen" by "the people" under the jewsmedia CAN DO NO HARM; that WHITE people hab NO "rights" anyone else must respect to defend THEMSELVES AS individuals; nor, absent ANYONE in their history that was not a racist murdering bastid, to defend themselves as a GROUP; and finally, that the future will be anything other than the glorious shitbrown urban stirring of a toilet in an abandoned home left unflushed by its last human occupants, as a sign of their respect for a future that will be shoved up their collective asses.

              REPEAT AFTER ME:

              ?I am Guilty as Charged - but "Never Again!? will be so. . . .Through my ancestors I raped every bug-ugly ape-faced splotchy-hided hyena-scented daughter of Afreeka, and lynched every black man. One would have thought this should have resulted in there no longer being any blacks in America, but it somehow didn't turn out that way. We also burned every faggot in a fire, and since there still are such creative, wonderul people around, their creation must be an act of Dog Himself.

              We contributed to the Jewish Holocaust by not dropping the H-Bomb on Adolf Hitler in 1931, when it would have made a difference. We carry very extensive loads of guilt around in our pants, and so, "never again!" will we do such terrible things.

              Never again will we convict some crackhead wino who pushes white women and children in front of subway trains . . . if he says that he marched with Dr. King! Never again will we punish some baby-raping cock-?eyed? would-be baby-eater, because of what happened to poor Matt the Scarecrow. Never again will we disrespect Jewish purveyors of hardcore pornography and whoredom in our neighborhoods, neigh, even unto our homes, because they are all, all "survivors of us".

              We will allow every refugee to cross the border and make it to Del Taco, in honor of "Aztlan". We will never hose the streets clean of the filth and homeless, filthy street people and "homeless of color". We will never lock up those living lives to our eternal detriment, unworthy of life, in good solid cages, and just walk away. We will never whack graffiti vandal/artists up the side of the head with nail-protruding truncheons or shovels. We will never again speak of the wages of sin, because only we are capable of evil. Finally, we will answer all ape calls for ape justice, by seeking ape peace.

              We will in fact do nothing to defend ourselves, and so we will die. That, of course, is good.?

              NOW: Accept the guilt for all of your ancestors, no matter what they did or did not do! Shine the light of the acceptance of this guilt up your ass and DESIRE repentance into the darkest and deepest parts of your physical being. Struggle to always do better than your fucking white racist fathers and grandmothers did. Leave hope for all, like a turd in the pocket of a sweater you?ve given to charity. Celebrate a Jesus whose ONLY saving grace was lawyerly full disclosure of the divine love available to all (straight or gay, bi, tri, quad, kiddie, or trans)?NEVER fail to embrace with LOVE a pluralism of sexual belief and worship, of sexreligion or no religion, that "honors" God by defiling Him... All while the feces-obsessed social construct of glorious world total communalism is brought down over the earth in our lifetimes, fuck you all! (with most insincere apologia to Khrushchev!).

              TRULY, ve can only "restore ANY moral authority to the white race" by posing each of us on our knees, ass up, mouth open, cheeks fully spread, all in eager anticipation of the 21st century "gifts" from the new god provided by our Jewish f(r?)iends, "the people with whom the Spirit breathes". . . .
              I am The Librarian


              • #8
                2005 - On the Third Day . . .

                2005 - On the Third Day . . .

                I get off the bus, leaving the scuzzie-wuzzies behind. I'm wearing a non-reflective burnt-orange jumpsuit labeled "!" and "Rennie Gade - Official Repairperson" (I'll tell you 'bout that in a mo'!). It's not very far to my next vantagepoint. I even pass by a hopeless-looking LAPDer and tell him to watch his back. He sez: "Are you sure you want to be out here?". "That's my duty, I always say", I say. "Good luck!", and I'm past the last line of "government authority". Now my own authority comes into "play". I scoot 'tween two-story commercial old-style brick buildings, one burned, both looted, and climb a utility ladder to the roof of the "only looted" one. I find a solid spot, not overlooked by any nearby upper story windows, but with a good view of the looting a couple of blocks off. All the streetlights have been shot out, natch. As I pull the big gray PVC pipe off my back, extract and begin to unfold my Finnish bolt-action sniper rifle, I think back . . .

                My grandfather was the first to tell me about the Watts Riots, now nearly 40 years ago. He told me there was a gun shop in Southgate that put up a sign in the store, saying: "Anyone who wants to take a gun and shoot a nigger, no names and no questions asked - just bring it back cleaned". A number of the good ol' boys in town obliged and drove their cars over to the old GM Assembly Plant parking lot on the white side of Alameda Street. Not a single jig made it alive from the burning 103rd Street (that the Jews owned anyhow) across Alameda and the tracks over to Tweedy Boulevard, even though it was just a few hundred feet - a few hundred OPEN feet. After awhile, they just stopped trying

                But, as Bobbie Zimmerman used to sing, sitting with his stupid guitar on the edge of the outdoor pep rally stage at Hibbing High in Minnesota, "The times, they are a' changin'!". [And we KNEW he'd never amount to anything!]. . . . So, here I was in another riot-torn L.Area, scattered outages galore, but most important of all, just as I had anticipated, every timer and alarm system was screwed forever. The jigs and latrinos took about 10 minutes to realize that, and then hit the streets and the store windows everywhere they outnumbered the cops, the merchants and their families, and that was a helluva lotta places on the West side. I was there with them.

                The Finnish Sako TRG-21 Sniper Rifle .308 was really expensive, but I thought, what the hell, you only have an occasion like this to really live it up once. Superior in accuracy even to the Dragunov, it has a heavy barrel and 10-round clips of 7.62x51mm NATO ammo. Intended for engaging fleeting, moving, open and masked single targets, aimed fire is delivered by single shots. My Sako was "finished" with home-made silencer, an extra flash suppressor, and night sight NSPU-3 (SVDSN3).

                In general, there were a lot of dead on the streets, with the LAPD waiting for the National Guard to help, and the National Guard being told they would have to patrol with only squad leaders having live ammo (they thus wandered about 10 steps per day!). The killed were all sorts, Mexitrash latrinos, latrinacitas, black men, women, boys and girls. The Jews, of curse, had gone into hiding behind their gentile whore security guards. I noted Koreans killing some of the adult men, but most adult male Mexis were being killed by black men after the same goods, and vice-versa.

                The Mex women, not being drunk, appeared to be more committed looters than the black women. The black kids were the most enthusiastic of all. No one knew then that at least 137 black and brown women and children had been shot in the last three days, because the bodies were, by and large, still being dog-nuzzled (you gotta wonder how soon they'll tire of eating "Long Pig"). I say at least 137, because that's how many I had done up. In every case, I knocked them to the ground. I can't prove they all died, 'cause I didn't stick around in every instance and never fired a second shot. My reasoning for that is how I approached the task. I never shot at anything that wasn't on the run (you'd be surprised at how fast a pregnant latrinacita or a little black duck can waddle!), because they invariably spun about on being hit before falling, leaving absolutely no indication of the direction of my fire. Thus, I could stay in the same spot for as much as 10-15 minutes, taking out 15-20 ea!

                I had "overseen" the looting of the Fox Hills Mall, the Peoples' Republic of Santa Monica Promenade and their mall off the freeway, the Westside Pavilion, Westwood Boulevard, Westwood itself, the marina commercial areas, and still other places - and taken no names at any of 'em. I killed only women and children because that's what I had planned all along. The black and brown men were as likely to kill each other or get bottled up in prison long term as anything else, so I decided to concentrate on "the next generation". That's where I figured I could do the enemy the greatest damage, and correspondingly provide my own side the most benefit. Others might target the Sinagogues or Afican Murderers and Executioners' Churches, going in through the storm drains, dressed in "Public Works" coveralls probably much like mine, and emplacing sand bags to direct the blasts. . . . but I knew MY way?by heart.

                The jump suit was both non-reflective and by now somewhat dingy, and covered a plastic body sheathe that prevented any portion of my skin cells from rubbing off on the interior of the suit, in case I had to ditch it. Similarly, I wore work gloves over the shootin? gloves and a more-or-less full head surgical mask under a knit cap and the hard hat. It was pretty warm, even in that cold weather, but I would not leave one hair or skin cell behind. One transit cop even noticed I had no eyelashes to go with the shaved eyebrows and skull. Before he said a word, I simply said "chemo", and that was the end of his interest. The only luxury I allowed myself was eating the cold tongue and swiss on rye sammiches I had brought along, drinking instant tea from a periodically refilled thermos, and relieving myself only where I could then lightly bleach the spot. I had "dosed" myself sufficiently that I only needed to sleep once, and then I checked my gear into an old-fashioned bus station locker, walked over to the nearest fire station and asked if there was a floor I could just crash on for a few hours, before going back to work.

                But this would be my last chance. I needed to sleep, bad and soon. I peered over the parapet, and sighted in on a piece of shit with his little blackhead just peering over a TV, grinning laks it 'twer a watermelon. I kisst the tip of the bullet, slid it home, and closed in the sucka on my nightscope. Patience, patience! I gently felt up mah metal girl, and she oh-so-quietly spit out her pain. The little trick was hit in the head, and he flipped so violently that the TV tube crashed down on his few remaining brains. I felt it in MY head then, that urgency to perform. I worked mah gal, and she spit the fire. Another bullet, another niglet dropped in the midst of a front court dash to the basket. He didn't get the ball in time, I guess. Another bullet, and some lil' latrino wearing his dad's ten-pocket shirt made like a wildly swinging pinata. Could he hear the ranchero music, even now, I wondered? Then again she/I spoke, and sum big-dugged young mamma who seemed 'normously pleased with herself, suddenly no longer looked so pleased. Another bullet, and the little black duck accompanying her fluttered up into the sky and then back to earth. Again and again, dammit, I was pleased!

                10 min. later, as I was packing up, I could still hear the strange mixture of screams, shouting and laughter from the crowd beyond. I guess I'd always have that with me. As for the rest, would I "get away with it", manage to keep my mouth shut for the rest of my life, even after a few beers with those asking: "What did you do in the War, Pops?!" . . . Would I? . . . . And could you?
                I am The Librarian


                • #9
                  2005 ? Left Behind on Death Row

                  2005 ? Left Behind on Death Row

                  I, Joseph Paul (?Quick-Draw?/?White Hope?) Franklin, as my last will and testament, and on behalf of all white Americans, wish to offer the following apologia to our Afican brothers and sisters. We hereby flog ourselves spiritually and racially for:

                  1. Buying so many of your ancestors from other blacks and evil Muslims in Afreaka;

                  2. Bringing them here to America where they had an average life-span (including the
                  passage across the Atlantic!) of 15-20 years, compared to 2 years if they had remained
                  in Africa as slaves;

                  3. Then allowing our black slaves to have children, so that the tragedy of being black in
                  America could continue, whereas in Africa, any infants born in slavery would have had
                  their throats mercifully slit immediately;

                  4. Allowing our children, once forced into schools with poor black kids, to achieve higher
                  grades than their classmates;

                  5. Misunderstanding the black need for each individual to set their own moral compass,
                  regardless of what direction (if any) that leads to, and similarly misunderstanding the
                  black need to forgive black barbarism and eventually welcome back into the black
                  community any and ALL;

                  6. Denying you the free-dom of ?learning? and ?working? at your own pace, no matter
                  what the consequences to society;

                  7. Failure to surrender to every demand and rant (however righteous!) made by self-
                  appointed black leadership.......................and SO very much more!?

                  I hum my way (to Heaven?s Gate) to a little song I?ve composed, which you can join in on whenever the need arises. It?s called: ?Homage to Dr. King?:

                  Homage to Dr. King

                  ?When I?m from time to time depressed,
                  And sadness swells and wells beneath my breast,
                  I find some time deep inside of me,
                  To fondly walk the lanes of memor-y!

                  I see Klansmen a-huntin?, some niggers fo? tree-bunting,
                  When the rope and de whip were the latest craze.
                  MLK, dainty ?king?, fo? yo? de bullet did sing!
                  Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Those were the good old days!

                  I see dat ?King?-fish, a mean one, if effa I?ve seen one,
                  Amid the greeting he got from that loverly shot,
                  Oooh la la la! Those were the good old days!

                  I sit in my rocking chair, peacefully rocking there,
                  Counting my memories by the score.
                  The torch was in fashion, justice my passion,
                  Each night held a new joy in store?.
                  Wasn?t every white happy?

                  Jewbabes a broilin', soon they'll stop their roilin',
                  Sheep-shorn of hair on that train to no-where!
                  Tsk! Tsk! Tsk! Tsk! Those were the good ol' days!

                  Now see white folk draggin? a nigger til he?s raggin?,
                  Faggots a burnin?, fo? chillen they did squirm in,
                  Lynched wif de niggra in dose lovely flames,
                  Oh, lordy, yes indeedy, those were the good ol? days!

                  A pitchfork behind your scum-suckin? kind,
                  (Oh, thorry! Did I twist your limp wrist?)
                  Now spy the young cowboytoy, fenced up and so coy,
                  Ooooh Ho! Ho Ho! Those were the good old days.

                  Ah, that glorious morn Pater Adolf was born!
                  To kill ?em and skin ?em, to always be there with Him,
                  Those were the good old days.

                  We yet can have s?more o? dat fun,
                  If we jes? hushup and learn, to go out an? earn
                  S?more o? dose good?ol??.days!

                  N? sure as their $hoard, you kin nail ?em to a board,
                  So soon, so soon, these CAN be the good ol? days!

                  I?d walk a million miles or more, for some o? dat gore,
                  Of the good. . . .ol?...daaaaaaayyys!?

                  Some Sundry Questions . . . .

                  But in all deathly seriousness, volks, I ask in true finality: Doesn?t the majority in any nation have the essential right to determine what is morally, culturally and socially healthy for all future national generations, even if children are taught ?hate?, i.e., being whatever the diversity police THEMSELVES hate?

                  Do we really have to tolerate a present AND future of AIDS-filled faggots, finger-lickin' lezzies, a bro and sis 69ing one another, Mongolian cluster-f'in in groups of ten men, one woman, her horse and a German shepherd, or one "man" and his favorite cloned sheep? [Now, go wash your mother's wool, Johnny! Baah!]

                  These are the same?things?that sent me here, mouth-foaming dykes and fags creamin? in their pants over the prospect of sending someone white either to death or to prison for life = death, simply for having defended himself, his family, and his own people!

                  And without exception each such-a-one serves the Chews, in their collective attempt to deconstruct an entire white world, and reshape it in their own image, i.e., a universal sculpture of perversity, negritude and faggotry, carved in shit?and yet to be worshipped for all time yet to come as God.

                  I have no doubt that this ?traditional enemy? of the White Race is committed to seeing not only that fewer and fewer whites are born in the future, but that those born will be less effective human beings. It was JEW ?SOCIOLOGISTS? with completely phony ?research? suggesting non-white cultures were wondrous and peaceful in the absence of white influence, itself always evil. Then JEW PSYCHOLOGISTS suggested whites were ?frustrated? and need to ?sex it up?, beginning the Fall unto the current ?generation of whores?. And could it have been JEWISH LESBIANS who insisted that all white women would be better off being divorced several times in their lives, ending up totally alone after age 55? Could it have been JEWISH DOCTORS who WANTED to abort white Gentile babies, quivering with sexual anticipation at the spitting of a white infant, which brought about 35 million white infanticides in the United States alone?

                  As for mental well-being, in these end-times, is it not JEW MEDIA ?STARS? who put every white whore on the tv-toilet-tube to ?show what (white) people are really like?? Is it not JEWISH PSYCHIATRISTS who openly say ?any aggressive ?born leader? (among non-faggot whites, of course) is a psychopath who would have ?a happier childhood? on Ritalin, Prozac, Halcyon, and/or Librium??

                  It was not ME who said ?as an expert? at a Congressional Hearing that he thought " longer a particularly relevant issue" in "helping young people properly adjust to their futures". Proper adjustment to the progressive future will include all white children "encouraged" (by parents, friends, clergy, or teachers, if necessary) to begin "sexual experimentation with themselves" at age 4, with "others" at age 7, with "those unlike themselves no later than age 11", no doubt with other species by age 13 and with those in "a more rapid state of decay than the living" by perhaps 14.

                  Of curse, any intimacy between living members of the white race of opposite sex MUST be accompanied by measures to absolutely ensure no white children are ever born again.

                  The sexpert continued: "Today young people do not want to be "labeled" as "normal"; our kind of "help" is what they really need"?

                  But it WAS I that said: ?The time has come. Either our children "adjust" to a future that must make them soul-less, or we burn the face of that future off with gasoline?.

                  Time has come today
                  Young hearts must go that way
                  Can't put it off another day
                  I don't care what others say
                  They say we don't listen anyway
                  Time has come today
                  The rules have changed today
                  We have no place to stay
                  The tears have come and gone
                  HATE NOW must be freed to roam
                  We have no home
                  WE HAVE NO HOME

                  Now the time has come
                  No place to run
                  We might be burned up by the sun
                  but first we'll have our fun

                  We've been pushed aside, crushed in Jewish tide
                  And the racial soul's been vandalized

                  Now the time has come
                  There are things to realize
                  To the Jewish masters
                  there are "debts" to pay
                  Time has come today. . . .

                  What Do jews Want? . . .

                  You can see it all. The Jews simply want, no, lust and desire for:

                  1) ever-fewer whites to be born;
                  2) those who are born to become homos or whores or both absolutely as soon as possible;
                  3) all white youth to think identically and in no way whatsoever to associate with ?divisive? white group identification;
                  4) every one of the potential future white leaders, especially males (who might admire Hitler, after all!) to be drugged into passive dead mindlessness;
                  5) every leader that still survives to near-adulthood after this most profound and real genocide to be imprisoned for life for some ?hate crime? like insulting a faggot, defending himself, or spray- painting any yid institution (note of course that not a single fucking jig or latrino in the history of this sad-as- shit nation has EVER been similarly prosecuted for the obvious hate crime of defacing white institutions of civilization!); and finally,
                  6) that every white who somehow survives this first generation will ?sex it up? with every kind of jig monkey and apester, producing a bastard dog-shit brown, dog-pound ?next generation?.

                  ALL of them deserve strong fingers (yours or mine) pulling out their eyes, powerful (gloved) hands over their throats or fiercely ramming long ?pithy? objects into their ears, righteous forearms across the Brooklyn Bridges of their noses, and vicious leg-kicks to the crotch, over and again, until they finally stop quaking in kikish excitement!

                  They deserve no less than ?your full participation? in this endeavor. They deserve it all. I ALSO know what a Jew would give to slit a White Christian Throat. This I know from history, and you should as well.

                  A History of jews . . .

                  The first major Holocaust Genocide committed by the Jews occurred in 115-117 A.D., when they murdered some 260,000 Gentiles in Egypt and North Africa. On Cyprus, they butchered all, men, women, children, infants, and those in the womb, 240,000 in total. The Jews hung Gentiles of all ages and sexes upside down, then cut their victims? throats so that they could ?baptize? themselves in torrents of blood, bathe in it, gulp it down warm, and masturbate to its lubrication. Afterwards, they licked the dry salty bloodstains off one another. The Jews twisted and ripped intestines out of the living, hacked them off, squeezed out the contents and then wrapped the things around their tunics as belts. They chopped off nursing mothers? breasts, and did take suck from them laughing maniacally. Among parteekcular ?favorites? among the Gentiles the Jews sawed from crotch through the skull, slowly, with wood saws. They skinned many alive, and wore the human ?pelts? as vests. Infants and the unborn were roasted and eaten as delicacies. The fat dripping onto the fires was claimed to create an ?odor of Jewish sanctity? pleasing to YAHWEH. If so, the Jewish god must have been greatly pleased in these, his Molochs.

                  From 132-135 they tried to kill every Gentile in ?the land of Israel? and would have succeeded but for the courage of Rome?

                  Most of us know of the tens of millions of Orthodox Christians the Jews murdered in Red Russia, which the Jews claim Stalin did "all by himself?, presumably with his bare hands, a whip and one pistol! But fewer know of the butchery of tens of thousands of Christian women and children during Jew sexual heat in the summer of 614, perhaps the single worst (and yet most typical) example of historical Jewish sexual barbarity.

                  Beginning in the early fifth century, tensions in the Byzantine Empire grew, after the crucifixion of a Christian child in Inmestar, Syria (by "some drunken Jews") and the midnight massacre by throat-slitting of Christians by Jews in Alexandria that prompted the latter's expulsion from the city by the Archbishop Cyril. But the Jews had unlimited opportunity for murder in Jerusalem after the Persian conquest of that city in 614 (of curse, the Persians were ONLY able to conquer largely Greek and Roman Jerusalem, after the ?trustworthy? Jewish minority opened the City Gates in the middle of the night to the attackers!).

                  "It had come at length, the long-expected hour of triumph and vengeance; and they
                  did not neglect the opportunity. They washed the holy city in Christian blood. The
                  Persians are said to have sold the miserable captives for money. The vengeance of
                  the Jews was stronger than their avarice; not only did they not scruple to sacrifice
                  their treasures in the purchase of these, they put to death all they had purchased.?

                  The Franciscan Cassini da Perinaldo wrote that the Jews had purchased Christian prisoners "not, of course, in order to send them to cultivate the countryside, nor in order to serve them as slaves, not in order to resell them at a higher price, not in order to display them in public spectacles, nor for any other sort of speculation or diversion, but only in order to have the barbarous pleasure of butchering them with their own hands".

                  The Jews relentlessly destroyed and defiled each Christian sanctuary ?with furious hatred?. All churches and monasteries were burnt down, often with screaming priests, monks and nuns first herded inside. Virgin nuns were raped unto death inside the Tomb of Christ, and then butchered so as to splatter the walls..."to gratify their vengeance by the massacre of the believers, and the demolition of their most sacred churches. They were amply gutted with Christian blood."

                  The Philistine (Palestinian arab) monk Strategos devoted particular attention to the massacre perpetrated by the Jews in the reservoir of Mamel (the Mamilla Pool) after thousands of Christians were confined there by the victorious Persians:

                  "As of old when they bought the Lord for silver, so they purchased Christians out of
                  the reservoir...How many souls were slain in the reservoir of Mamel!?How many
                  massacred by the sword!...How many maidens, refusing abominable outrages, were
                  given over to death!...How many parents perished on top of their own children!?How
                  many butchered! Who can count the multitude of the corpses of those massacred in

                  Rather than enslave them, the Jews, having been rewarded for treason by being allowed to ?purchase at auction? their Gentile neighbors, collectively went into sexual serial killer frenzy and slit everyone?s throat, tens of thousands of Christian men, women, children, and little Lambs of God. It was only after the Yewish reconquista of Arab East Jerusalem that a Jew construction company chanced upon the trash pit into which the victims had been tossed. As soon as it was confirmed they were the very same tens of thousands of Christian victims of Jew sexual murder, the caves were quietly filled with sewage sludge and re-sealed.

                  Imagine the context now. A Jew has ?purchased? a Christian man and his family. I see that thing, a rebbi perhaps, swaying in anticipation of cutting the throats of naked little Christian children and, foaming at the mouth, beginning to hack away at the bound man?s prettiest little girl first. It?s not a pretty picture....but it is the true picture of the Jewish ?soul? and what it thinks we White Gentiles might be ?good? for. Was it good for you, Rebbi??

                  In addition to an actual count of 24,518 slaughtered as Lambs of God by the Jews at Mamilla, some 65,000 were similarly ?treated? within the city limits of that time, as chronicled by the Greek Theophanes. Theophanes is one who, unlike the present generation of swine, did NOT forget!

                  HE remembered the expulsion of Antioch's Jews after one of their number urinated on a public image of the Virgin Mary, and, within ten years after these were forgiven and allowed to return, the murder and mutilation by the city's Jews of Patriarch Anastasius II, in the first decade of the seventh century. Patriarch Anastasius, apparently an object of special hate, was shamefully abused ?with every brutality", his body ?along with those of several of the leading men? dragged through the streets until ragged before being burned. According to Theophanes, "the Jews of Antioch... disemboweled Anastasius, forced him to eat his own intestines (and) hurled his genitals into his face"?

                  How far, you ask? In 1096, ?German? Jews killed hundreds of THEIR OWN CHILDREN to prevent them from converting.

                  And how far NOW? After World War I, to dislodge the British, whom the League of Nations had mandated to govern Palestine, THE JEWS developed terrorism as a modern weapon. Menachem Begin, Abraham Stern, Yitshak Shamir, David Ben-Gurion, and many others began a campaign of bombings and assassination. They hanged and garroted British soldiers with piano wire and left their mutilated bodies to be found by the British authorities. JEWISH terrorists blew up the King David Hotel in Jerusalem, killing more than 100 people. THEY invented the letter-bomb. THEY assassinated the UN mediator in Palestine, Count Folke Bernadotte, because he dared to express concern for the rights of the Palestinians.

                  The Haganah, led by Ben-Gurion, blew up a ship of JEWISH refugees from Hitler. The British had been taking them to Mauritius rather than allowing them to disembark in Haifa, Israel. Simply to arouse indignation against the British, the Zionists blew up the ship on Christmas day, 1940, causing the death of 252 Jews as well as the vessel?s English crewmen. Israel chose this murderer as its first Prime Minister.

                  The most well known atrocity of the Israeli ?War of Independence? was the massacre of Deir Yassin. On April 9, 1948, AFTER cessation of fighting in that small village, the terrorist Irgun Gang, led by Menachem Begin, murdered 254 people, most of them women, children, and the elderly. For two days these things murdered children, raped and butchered women, and crushed the stomachs of pregnant women. Red Cross doctor Jacques de Reynier saw ?the mopping up?, as one of the Jewish monsters put it to him. ?It had been done with machine guns, then grenades, and was finished off with knives. They decapitated some of the victims and cut open 25 pregnant women's wombs (while the women were still alive!) and butchered the babies in front of them?.

                  The commander of the Haganah unit that controlled Deir Yassin after the massacre, Zvi Ankori, stated: I went into six to seven houses. ?I saw cut-off genitalia and women's crushed stomachs?It was direct (sexual) murder.? Begin wrote that there would not have been a State of Israel without the ?victory? of Deir Yassin. ?In a state of terror, the Arabs fled.?

                  Israel?s first Prime Minister, David Ben-Gurion PROUDLY described Begin with these words: ?He is a racist, ready to destroy all the Arabs in his dream of unification of Israel, prepared to resort to any means to realize this sacred goal.? Begin, later became the Prime Minister of Israel and received the Nobel Peace Prize. Such an award is symbolic of the incredible worldwide Jewish media power, for Begin had been guilty of crimes identical to those of Nazis against Jews.

                  In the more recent massacre at Qana, a small town in southern Lebanon, the Lebanese refugee women and children and men lay in heaps, their hands or arms or legs missing, beheaded or disemboweled. There were well over a hundred of them. One UN soldier stood amid a sea of bodies and, without saying a word, held aloft the body of a headless child, then slipped on a human hand and fell. The most members of any one family the Jews slaughtered were 12, the youngest a four-day-old. Another UN trooper muttered oaths to himself as he opened a bag in which he was dropping feet, fingers, and pieces of people's arms?

                  "I would like to be made into a bomb and blow myself up amid the Jews", one old man cried?NOW ask yourself, would they get a hard-on when they think about crushing a blonde Gentile with a bulldozer? You betcha, even their hyena-like yenta shemales, quivering in elongated clitoral excitation!?

                  During the Nuremberg War World II Trials, Julius Streicher, newspaper publisher of the anti-Semitic Der St?rmer, gave the following testimony when asked if he had helped develop Germany?s racial laws:

                  The accused (Streicher) : ?Yes?and I have always repeated that we had to take the Jewish race, or the Jewish people, as a model?which, thanks to its racial laws, survived for centuries, whereas all the other races and civilizations were destroyed.?

                  Rabbi Stephen S. Wise, president of the American Jewish Congress AND the World Jewish Congress, confessed in 1938: ?I have been a Jew for 4000 years. Hitler was right in one thing. He calls the Jewish people a race and we are a race.?

                  In 1962, Ben-Gurion stated his prediction for end of the 20th Century: ?The Cold War will be a thing of the past, the United States a welfare state (and) Jerusalem will be the seat of the Supreme Court of Mankind?? and the World Headquarters of Sexual Murder, Inc.!

                  So No Remorse . . . .

                  . . . .The Jewish United States is indeed where I myself was convicted at the end of the 20th Century. Folks, I for one long ago concluded that deliberate, planned violence toward enemies of the white race in order to achieve social justice is not only forgivable, but that such murders (for this is what is involved) themselves might just serve as a Spiritual Balm of Gilead in terms of the forgiveness of all sins. I pray, here, selfishly perhaps for mine own soul, that that man or woman buried with scores of secret marks of ?kike killer? and ?nigger killer? covering their body is Most Holy, one Saintly Fighter of the Immortal Horror, one ever-lasting splendor of the real ?mankind?, and from their Resting Place in the Earth (or even scattr?d in the verry aire) forever wafts a rosy scent of Sanctity.

                  For myself, I?D rather kill and be killed than slowly rot! But YOU have a choice?Act then and now, anon and again, or in the future, you?ll have to open your veins to let the Chewish vampires lisp and lick away, while positioning your open trusting boca behind the nearest bloodsucker?s arsehole.

                  For Our God?s sake, don?t swallow any more of their shite! For?

                  Once you've decided on that first killing
                  Then you make a stone of your heart
                  And if you find your hands are still willing
                  Oh, you can turn racial murder into art

                  There really isn't any need for bloodshed
                  You just do it with a little more finesse
                  If you can slip brucine into some jig's brew
                  Then it avoids an awful lot of mess

                  Because it's murder by numbers, 1-2-3
                  It's as easy to learn as your A-B-Cs
                  Murder by numbers, 1-2-3
                  It's as easy to learn as your A-B-Cs

                  Now if you have a taste for this experience
                  And you're flushed with your very first success
                  Then you must try a twosome or a threesome
                  And you'll find your conscience bothers you much less

                  Because murder is like anything you take to
                  It's a habit-forming need for more and more
                  You can bump off every yidster in the city
                  And anybody else you'll find a bore

                  But you reach the top of your profession
                  When you become the alpha of a pack
                  For murder is a sport of the self-elected
                  And you'll barely have to stretch your back

                  Now you join the ranks of the illustrious
                  In history's great dark hall of fame
                  All our greatest killers were industrious
                  At least the ones. . . .we know by name

                  Nigger, Nigger, Burning Bright
                  (with apologies to William Blake)

                  Nigger, Nigger, Burning bright
                  In the streets of ghetto night,
                  What immortal hand or eye
                  Hath cleansed thy stinking schweinerei?

                  In what distant lots or skies
                  Burnt the remnant of thine eyes?
                  On what wings of hatred ye aspired?
                  Foolish jig who dared seize the fire!

                  With what shoulder and what arts
                  Do we twist the sinews of thy parts?
                  And when thy heart begins to stop,
                  Our dread hands set thine eyes to pop!

                  Where the hammer? Then the chain!
                  In what furnace placed thy ?brain??
                  Where mine anvil? What dread grasp
                  Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

                  When the stars threw down support,
                  And Heaven gave us such great sport,
                  Did He smile his work to see?
                  Did He who made the lamb sacrifice thee?

                  Given the whip, to grip and rip,
                  Thy flesh of trash, soon enuf ash,
                  I pray to God, I wish I may, I wish I might?
                  Have this wish I dream tonight!

                  That by Grace, God?s Love-extent,
                  The bell tolling just revenge will knell,
                  And God and Race be content?to
                  have a Jew join your nigger-burn in Hell.

                  Nigger, Nigger, burning bright,
                  Lit by Torch, not Candle-Light,
                  Now regaineth White Attitude,
                  We?ll end all mur?drous Negritude!

                  And thus I conclude . . . .

                  . . . .I AM, or was, a simple White Man. My God is the Unique White Race. If you would do anything to diminish either its uniqueness or its eternal existence, you serve to destroy my God....In return for which, I have sought always and only to burn your Angels....Sigh! My last wish is simply that I could have done more - to make the world a better place.... more....burning.

                  Rastus has simpler regrets. . . .

                  I, Rastus Gurilla Icykilla, as mah last will?n?testmen, an? on behalfs of all bluegum black niggers, wish to hea-by pologeeze to de white folk fo?:

                  1. Murderin? some million o? yo? since we?se bese freed as slaves;
                  2. Rapin? millions o? yo? wimmens;
                  3. Robbin? hunnerds o? millions o? yo? white devil fools;
                  4. Destroyin? all yo? bootiful cities; an?
                  5. Takin? trillions o? dollahs o? yo? had-urned tax monies, to sit an? shit.
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                    2006 - U.N.: Torture, murder, cannibalism, blah, blah, ho ho-hum...

                    2006 - U.N.: Torture, murder, cannibalism, blah, blah, ho ho-hum...

                    KINSHASA, Congroidia (AP) -- A U.N. investigation confirmed systematic cannibalism, rape, torture, mutilation and killing (occurring in no parteekcular order!) by rebels in a horrifying campaign of atrocities against civilians in the forests of northeast Congroidia.

                    Accused rebel groups include the Congroidialese Libertoonistic Bowel Movement of Jean-Pierra Bomba-Surpreze, one of two key insurgent movements already promised a leading role in any future Congroidian government under a hard-won power-sharing agreement to end the central Afican nation's long uncivil war.

                    Rebels called their terror campaign "Operation Clean Yur Plate", said Patricia Tome, spokescreature for the U.N. 'roid mission based in das kapital, Kinshasa. "The operation was presented to the people almost like a vaccination campaign, envisioning the looting of each home and the rape of each woman", Tome addled.

                    One pararoid with the rank of Sergeanto said to our crackinvestigative reporter: "We rape and murder"...Another nearby, Lt. Supressedcock, chuckled, chortled and added: "Yeeesssth!!, an' den we murder an' rape!!!". "Women, chillen, every-one we gets our hands on, we kill 'em all", said Feralis Niggerale, 26, now the leader of one of eastern Congroidia's innumerable militias. "We surroun a village, lowly move in, leaving nutting a-live, not even babies - teir skulls be so soft our rifles pulp em clean troo de skin...we'd leave de baby head bags fo de nex enemy to fine...a real trick an treat is to see you kin take someone's lips, eyelids, nose an ears wif a panga wifout killing em!". He roared with tribal jackal laughter. ?Lips be tasty aftah hangin? on a string fo? sum.?

                    The charges are laid out in a preliminary report based on a six-day mission by U.N. investigators last week to remote Iturihappyland province. Harrowing testimony was provided by 24-year old Gambie Belongo, who barely escaped one massacre. ?Here I was unner de leaves (just beyond the edge of one clearing where rebels had set up camp), but cou see. Dey brings in a man an wo-man, man an wife. Dey cuts offn her lef handy, an tells her to stick it de stump up her man. Dey panga cuts aroun her breath pipe, an pulls her haid off. De husbanman dey make go into his wife dis way, afore dey kills him too.

                    Den dey brings in one wo-man I know an her two young. Two of de soldier-men held down each of her young, wif de knee inna de back. Two other hold her up by each arm, another rip her cloth off fum behin an also push his knee inner her back, while de four(th) man in front, he begin cuttin. He has crazy wet face and say ?My name be TupacShaken-bake, and I?m gone to take yor Two Packs an eat ?em!?.

                    He saw away at her breast, one each at de time, wif de machette, an tro de meats on de barbie grill. She scream loud, an? dey jus a laffen all de time!....I held my own hands over my mouf....She faint, an I could see her tears begin to fall toward de blood holes in her chest. She then shake awaken, and cry. Her breast be sizzle on de cookfire already, but Tupac he shake his head and say to udder, ?Dat not be enuf?. He turn and de udders change their hole on her, so dat Tupac could chop at her loins from be-hind. He chop-chop fom de top down, like at a tree, wif de machete. She scream an groan an cry like de skinned monkees. He tro dat meat on de Barbie and grill it up. Final, her tears be-gin comin wif blood, so I know she be dyin....

                    Den de worse yet! De udder two soldiermen tro her 2 young FACE-FIRST inner de fire, an hold ?em tere. Dey quivers an? shakes like nothin seen! Her eyes open, she see dis, an den jus stare, wif blood come outsa each eye, until dey still, one at er time?Dey drop her dead now, an sits to turnover her young in de fire to cook der bottoms?When dey plump up in de fire, someone or nother pokes em wif machette an dey plumps right back down....I do all I cans not to loose water de rest ob de nite, so dey catch an grill me a-live too!?

                    A spokesthing for the rebels said in response to these allegations: ?We kill the women. We kill the babies. We kill the blind. We kill the cripples. We kill them all. When we get through killing them all, we goes to the graveyard and dig up de graves and kills ?em agains, because they didn?t die hard enough the first time. When we find a truly good one, him (or her) we kills first, before he turns bad. Because he?s only faking.?

                    As word of the allegations emerged, Bomba-Surpreze announced Tuesday that the rebel group had arrested five of its own members, including its head of operations (and chief head-cook) in Iturihappyland province, Lt. Col. Freddy Ngalimo-Nfuqme.

                    The report cited 117 instances of arbitrary executions in one four-day period alone, between Oct. 24 and 29, 2005. It cited 65 cases of rape, many of chillen, 82 kidnappings, 27 cases of I-want-to-hear-you-scream-torture-to-death, plus miscellaneous mutilation, all in the same period. "The testimony given by victims and of witnesses was of cannibalism and forced cannibalism", including those forced to tear away with their teeth and eat "hungryman portions" of (living, screaming) members of their own families, Tome said. ?Yet the mere fact that the ostensible President of this Nation, while all this was occurring, almost daily conducted ?all hands? meetings of his government, where he would cut off as many as four hands, boil and eat them whole?didn?t help the situation.?

                    Atrocities found by investigators include the removal and consumption of hearts of infants, small girls pangahacked from crotch to eyeball, those tortured to death before the members of their families, and children being orally, vaginally, anally, nasilally, and aureally raped by the soldiermens' meaty, yeasty, maggotty members, until they had heart attacks or bled to death.

                    In attempts to gain their victims? ?juju? power, others were held down, had their abdominal walls opened, one of the lobes of the liver pulled out, and gnawed upon while still attached, all while the ?eatee? was still alive and kickin?. With pygmies viewed as having especially strong juju magic, male pygmies would find themselves held upright, arms pinioned behind, while a soldierman would approach on his knees, as in prayer, only to begin biting away the man?s genitals and gulping them down.

                    After eventual death, each soldier?s gun barrel would be wiped down with lungs, while younger troopers would try to sneak strands of intestine into one another?s waistbands or belts from behind. Segments of larger casings might be used as ?throw-away? stockings for the poorly shod, while the thinnest tubes could be draped over the ends of the gun barrels to keep them from dust in the field. Ah, the....creative?Afican mind!

                    Rebels have also targeted among their own fellow tribesmen teachers and any who at one time or another had attended high school, accusing them as a group of casting evil spells to cause the latest outbreak of the deadly Ebola-H Fever that has killed thousands in their camps in the last 18 months. Whereas Ebola-H is thought by scientists to be caused by either the consumption of infected monkey meat, or the bloody rape of monkeys, many rebels believe occult forces are at work. "We cut them becuz they all witches?, said one ?Corporal Punishment?.

                    Rebel Subcommanders had drawn up long lists of suspected witches to be killed, which were then carried to home districts, re-printed as leaflets and widely distributed along the dusty, debris-strewn roads and alleys. The papers suggested that anyone burning and killing a named witch, ?by any means?, would automatically inherit his or her ?wealth?.

                    Ebola-H, which is passed on by infected body fluids, kills 50 percent to 90 percent of its victims through massive bleeding, initially internally and toward the end pouring out of every orifice in the body. The disease has killed tens of thousands in recent years in central afica, usually linked to the rape or consumption of infected primates. In those areas of highest mortality, the populace has become accustomed to leaving the dead out for hyenas to consume, rather than endanger themselves with burial, noting that hyenas will consume the bones and hair as well as the flesh. Many in central Afica now worship the hyena at a result, for this very service to mankind.

                    In the regional cities, agencies of the western powers are interviewing those who demand ?asylum? in America or Europe, fearing being cannibalized alive. And yet these queues grow shorter each day, as those in line eat one another outside the very windows of those conducting the ?asylum? interviews, in a true example of survival of the fittest. The U.N. High Commissioner on "Human" Rights and Relocation said the recent party actions gave him cause to pause, ponder and wonder whether the rebels can actually continue to live in the same country with those they have savaged, or whether western nations, notably the United Snakes, should rather be asked to repatriate the foulest and most savage among THEM to festering overflowing urban unflushed public toilet shitholes in Amereeka...where they would feeeeel right at...homey.
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