From a Germanic Log Cabin Near You

4/3/2007

Michael James, courtesy of Rense, spews out racial hate propaganda of a brilliantly amusing kind. In this shriek, Auschwitz becomes a Jewish Hollywood creation, and only those whites who can prepare a good Lancashire Hotpot and show a 1000-year impeccable Coronation Street accent shall be deemed fit to worship, love and fight. His milieu is pure Bamforth Postcard England, see illustrations. This stuff went out with Moseley, Lord Haw-Haw, charabanc holidays to Wigan pier, and bob-a-job week. It is wonderfully authentic peasant spleen from both pre-war and post-war years, preserved like a chopped finger found in a slice of black pudding. Had James been born at a different time, he would have been a British Freicorps figure marching with Julius Streicher and the Leader, throwing dustbins through the windows of Jewish shops.

This ancien British fascist scream was last heard from boggle-eyed men in flat caps whose only psycho-sexual relief was on the promenade eating fish and chips and hoping to see the wind blow girl's skirts high. As a ranting spiel, this article is a monumental relic  of good old native pre-electric English working-class dog-humour. It last saw the light of day when we had a Navy to keep all blacks, queers, and wogs well south of Calais.

Many might sympathize with James' anger. The England he loves is a long-dead ghost; it has been destroyed completely  by recent foreign invasions, by the legitimate allowance of corrupt sexual practices, by Communism, by left-liberal multi-cultural relativism of mass media, and by a primitive and murderous foreign religion with which Shakespeare's country has nothing in common. In addition, the young are led by by brainless and corrupt drug addicts in show business and media. In its downfall, England is now awash with drugs and booze and increasing murderous violence.

May the gods help us if a figure arises who says he or she will correct this situation by hell or high water.

What we are seeing in our collective fall is of course classic Sophoclean Tragedy. But Tragedy as a moral philosophy is hardly taught in the nameless garage universities who prefer gay counselling and cooking technology. In this blandified EuroWorld, there  are just inputs and outputs, with the mountain peaks of imagination and inspiration are all reduced to process. Even violence is reduced to media-pasteurisation. Whenever something untoward happens on that production line represented by the smooth-as-an egg face of David Cameron, it is called "random." His recent sanction of gay marriage within the Tory Party is perhaps more meaningful.

But perhaps I am now sounding like Michael James. His problem is that he hasn't moved on. We must all move on, or many will finish up like him. He has let the past and savage regrets for a lost motherland destroy him. He lives with his hatred like a psychopath lives with an unburied corpse.

Chaucer and Rabelais, as specialists in  the tragedy of of Carry-On style laughs, would relish the spectacle.

CB

Here is Michael James. Note the cheeky crap thrown against Schwarzenegger, whose films are absolutely brilliant compared to positively pre-electric British films, which are either naff, gay, hopelessly camp, amateur, or completely out of date before they are made.

"One of America's most decadent icons of the pornographic Hollywood crime syndicate, a failed goon of an actor called 'Governor' Schwarzenegger, has even seen fit to propagate the wholesale dissemination of lesbian and homosexual propaganda to impressionable young minds, supported by an eager lobby of sodomites who seek to sell their lifestyles as 'normal and fun'. It may seem wickedly accusative of me to point out that most of those involved in the Californian Gay and Lesbian 'rights' lobby are Jews, so perhaps I should shrug my shoulders in bewildered astonishment and suggest that this must constitute one of those incredibly inexplicable coincidences.

As a result of Germany's enforced 'holocaust' school propaganda, primarily designed to traumatise million of youngsters into hating their own nation and parentage, and the twisted methodologies of social indoctrination propagated by the 'Frankfurt School', a Judeo-Marxist teaching cult established and financed by psychopathic sociologists as far back as the 1950s, thousands of Germans are now opting to leave their own country for nations where sodomite-free home schooling that allows for traditional teaching methods and the examination of honest, objectively reported history is still an option.

Yet I fear, with the growth of this insidious evil that has infected every aspect of life in schools across Europe and America, such alternatives may soon be hard to come by. Even Gordon Brown, an overweight and ineloquent nonentity who has the bare-faced audacity to describe himself as a 'prime minister' of a north European country, is now forcing every intuitively aware, bullshit-resistant English schoolchild to visit Auschwitz, the fantastical Disneyland of fabulist historical deceptions, replete with gas chambers 'magically' built in 1948 by artful propagandists and malicious swindlers (as amply testified by Gerhart Schirmer in his personal recollections recorded in his banned autobiography, 'Sachsenhausen-Workuta: Zehn Jahre in den Fängen der Sowjets.') "