A Book by a Righteous Jew
Gore Vidal, last heard of being treated for rectal bleeding in a Naples hospital, wrote in his foreword to Jewish History, Jewish Religion by Israel Shahak (Pluto Press):
Sometime in the late 1950s, that world-class gossip and occasional histo-rian, John F. Kennedy, told me how, in 1948, Harry S. Truman had been pretty much abandoned by everyone when he came to run for president. Then an American Zionist brought him two mil-lion dollars in cash, in a suitcase, aboard his whistle-stop campaign train. "That's why our recognition of Israel was rushed through so fast."
Shahak's book scintillates with even more revelations, especially in regard to the Jewish religion, which the author re-gards as a formalized codification of anti-Gentilism. Having spent a part of his childhood in Belsen, Shahak is what might best be described as a "righteous Jew," the type characterized by those few Chosen who have conspicuously spilled the beans on Jewish racial machinations. The author, however, is a different breed from our anti-racist minority racists. He apparently believes what's good for the goyim is good for the Jews. His is an au-thentic anti-racism, which at least merits respect for consistency.
Jewish History, Jewish Religion ought to provide serious second thoughts to those confused Christians in our midst who persist in viewing Judaism as a won-derful (or at least benign) sister religion. For one thing, Shahak deftly exposes the monotheism fraud in the Old Testament, while tracing the development of a multi-theistic belief system within Judaism after the 12th century. More importantly, he shows the crude anti-Christian and anti-Gentile bias of classical Judaism, which built upon the genocidal teachings of the Old Testament.
One example: a "Jew who murders a Gentile is guilty only of a sin against the laws of Heaven, not punishable by a Uewish] court. To cause indirectly the death of a Gentile in no sin at all." The author entered this qualification: "[A]n act leading indirectly to a Gentile's death is forbidden, if it may cause the spread of hostility to jews." Similar commentary is devoted to the status of Gentiles, includ-ing the legality of rape against Gentile women.
Shahak reveals the esoteric aspect of classical Judaism, which apparently in-cludes the worship of Satan. The Devil likes Jewish prayers, so the prayers dis-tract him from pestering the tribe. Shahak doesn't hesitate to describe European Jews as "immediate exploiters of the pea-santry/ who used their influence to se-cure wealth for themselves and impover-ish the natives. Indeed, anti-Jewish rioting in Ukraine is treated as a positive, pro-gressive uprising against oppressive Jew-ish overlords. You won't find that kind of history taught in Harvard
Jewish History, Jewish Religion draws a number of political conclusions that have to do with the Jewish emphasis on racial exclusivity and covert promotion of their own kind. Shahak argues that the "apparent enthusiasm displayed by Amer-ican rabbis or by the Jewish organizations in the U.S. during the 19505 and 1960s in support of the blacks in the South "was motivated only by considerations of jew-ish self-interest." This admission cuts to the heart of the current racial crisis in America.
Raising the Palestinian question, Sha-hak states that knowledge of the teach-ings of the jewish faith with regard to the land of Israel make it impossible to reach a fair or reasonable settlement with the dispossessed Palestinians. Rabbis fre-quently press for complete exterpation of the Palestinians from their land, a teach-ing taken to its logical conclusion by mass murderer Baruch Goldstein in the Hebron mosque.
All things considered, Shahak's slim book is a valuable find. His own anti-racism makes it a particularly useful tool for those who haven't yet grasped the full background of the Jewish issue. It also provides a handy reference for those who savvy what the Jews have been up to for the last 3,500 years.
Rubbish Novel Makes Rubbish Film
You've seen them. Those paperback novels with the bright covers, usually colors not found in nature. Invariably a female with over-exposed bosom is portrayed, together with a man in evening clothes or dressed like a cowboy. I refer, of course, to the literary genre known as "Romance Novels." Let me state now that I have never read one nor ever will. Why should I, when they make such smashing mo-vies!
Danielle Steel (not her real name, I would imagine) is one of the most popu-lar writers of this trash. She aims her word processor at the over-200-pound crowd, at the fat folk who stuff themselves with potato chips and bean dip in front of the boob tube, curlers in hair and stretch pants over ample thighs. When they read a Steel novel, their lips move as they plow through the purple prose line by line.
I recently had the amazing experi-ence of seeing a made for TV movie adapted from one of these books. , can-not resist sharing my reaction with my readers.
The movie was called Vanish, taken from Steel's book of the same name. The only star I recognized was George Hamil-ton with his trademark tan, but with a shirt collar several sizes larger than had adorned his neck in his prime. George must be desperate to pay the bills at his tanning parlor to allow his reputation to be soiled with this turkey.
The story (there was nothing I could dignify with the word "plot") was set in the late 19305. A wealthy, powerful WASP is married to a woman with a questiona-ble past, who was once married to an-other handsome, wealthy WASP. Unfortu-nately their young son drowned, leading to a divorce. The man blamed his wife for the death. She remarried without telling her new husband about her fi rst marriage, her dead son and her own stay in a men-tal hospital.
Her ex-husband ~omesa gin-guzzling wino, who somehow manages to main-tain his wealth and social standing. He
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carries a pocket flask, which he pulls on at appropriate moments, driving home the point that he hit the skids after the bustup of his marriage.
Steel's "heroine" goes to church on the anniversary of the death of her son. She meets her ex-husband there and pro-vokes a scene. He is angry and resentful. That very night her son by her new hus-band is kidnapped. The FBI finds his little blue pajamas in the wine cellar of the ex-husband's house.
Up to now this is simply another bor-ing, predictable, badly written cheapy adapted from a cheap novel. But it soon gets better, though not, I am sure, in the way Steel intended.
The ex-husband, of course, is being framed. It turns out that the new husband is having an affair with his blonde, Nor-dic, mail-order German secretary. She is one cold Teutonic honey. Her face is so hard you could use her head to crack co-conuts. Her accent is thicker than apple strudel. She helps him become a fanatic Germanoph i Ie.
Mr. Neo-Nazi wants to dump his fruit-cake wife and run off to Germany with his young son and the Ice Maiden, there to live happily ever after, listening to Wagner and oompah bands while enjoy-ing some disciplined sex with his Lieb-chen. He enlists former Attorney General Palmer in his plot. Palmer, we are re-minded, is the author of the 1919 Red Scare that led to several boatloads of troublemaking Jewish Bolsheviks and other wretched refuse being transported back to whatever garbage dumps they sprang from.
Needless to say, the second husband had his own son kidnapped. His plan was to expose his wife's lies about her past, using this as an excuse for a di-vorce. The son would be sent on to Ger-many.
The whole thing degenerates into a weird mishmash of senseless blather and uncalled-for interjections in the court-room during the divorce litigation. Most amusing is when the prosecutor accuses the ex-husband, tortured saint that he is, of going off to Spain to fight for the Com-munists, immediately following one of the sledgehammer subtle references to the Prussian attitudes of the bad husband. Only a Jew could come up with some-thing like this.
A ruggedly handsome young FBI agent fortuitously saves the day with a dramatic courtroom entrance of a "sur-prise witness."
The acting was so bad, so wooden and so strained that I writhed in pain and embarrassment watching it. It was worse than The Eggplant That Ate Chicago.
This, friends, is our popular "culture." Is it any wonder that we are in deep doo-doo? We must get to work to create a challenge to the Hebraic slop that is be-ing ladled out to us. Good Grief! Most of the readers of this magazine could do bet-ter doodling on a legal pad on their lunch hour.
There is one glimmer of hope. Vanish proves, as if we needed proof, that they always go too far. They can't help them-selves. Too much is not enough. They end up being so ridiculous that only a mental retard could fall for their dialogue. I didn't see Schindler's List, but I have been told it had similar scenes that brought forth gales of laughter from un-tamed high school audiences.
While it is helpful that they are en-gaged in hanging themselves, let's not count on them to self-destruct. Let's build a Majority counterculture to put this schlock where it belongs.
The Military Goes A-Whoring
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As a gung ho kid I volunteered for the U.S. Army. I had a college deferment, but having seen plenty of John Wayne mo-vies, I wanted to get the hell out of my parents' house.
First thing I learned was that the u.s. Army is not like a John Wayne movie. It's not a bunch of decent and intelligent young men working for a good cause, where rank means little and personal honor counts for a lot. To be blunt about it, the Army is full of worse than average types, with an occasional compulsive thief or liar thrown in.
Most of my basic training platoon at Ford Ord was white. I'd say 75%. Most of the platoon was also on drugs. That was a bit of an eye-opener. I learned profanity as a second language.
After basic, I took a few months training in electronics. Then I was sent to South Korea. At the airport I was met by a driver with a jeep. I was a Spec 4 in a special unit that got better food, better housing and better treatment. That ex-plains the jeep.
As we got near the base, we passed through a small town that the driver referred to as the Ville."
"Every woman you see in this town is a prostitute," he said to me. A little wary about believing that comment, I pointed to a little Korean girl.
"What about her?"
"Well, she'll probably grow up to be a prostitute." He was right.
I soon learned that the Ville was a major part of the social life of the troops. Some guys lived there. They'd pay a Korean woman $150 a month to shack up. They called it "Yoboing." Yobo means "darling" in Korean.
I'd say about 85% of the guys routinely visited the Ville. The ones that didn't were Christians or shy quiet types like me. There were no homosexuals to my knowledge, but I wasn't an expert on picking them out.
Most of the G.l.s were 18 to 23 years old. Some assured me that this was a good opportunity to get a lot of practice at sex. They said I would never get this chance again. It was a good idea, they assured me, to learn about sex before getting married.
Almost all of these guys got herpes. My sergeant had sores that looked like syphilis. The medics said it was just a rash. Other dogfaces got crabs. I got them from just living in the same quarters with these guys, who were all white. So was 95% of my outfit.
All of my platoon mates had wives or girlfriends waiting for them in the States. You can bet they gave them herpes.
One thing about the military. The medics don't care. The doctors are bored. They're all suspicious of malingerers. Treatment is symptomatic only. You get aspirin when you should get antibiotics. Tell anybody who's thinking of signing up to stay out for that reason alone. I'm not kidding.
Right face! left!!- let's join in japan self defensive force!
i guess every army for each nation is such like as same it.
because soldier will die from a simple mistake in basic training not in real war.....
they must have something stupid sense, or they will flip out...
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