#I have NEVER been proselytized to by my Jewish friends.

[roomtemperaturesuperconductor]

Drives me crazy how any time someone criticizes the church or talks about how it abused them, “progressive” christians start telling you the REAL Jesus was a kind and loving woke socialist who would have loved gay people and hated billionaires like shut up shut up SHUT UP!!!!! I didn’t ask!! I don’t care!! Stop fucking evangelizing!!!

All power to you if you can decouple christian teachings from their legacy of abuse and use them to better yourself. But the fact you feel the need to proselytize to *me* - a secular ex-catholic faggot - and insist, without me asking, that “Jesus loves you,” makes me think that no, actually, nothing about how you’re navigating this is different at all from the conservatives. You aren’t mad at mainstream christians for trying to create a theocracy, you’re mad that their sales pitch alienates potential converts.

#it’s really just not that hard to mind you’re buisness #I have NEVER been proselytized to by my Jewish friends. #christianity #Christian #Catholicism #Catholic #ex catholic #atheism #atheist

[daughter-of-sapph0]

You converted into Judaism I believe? I’ve occasionally considered converting (Haven’t looked into it yet), and am curious as to what led to your decision to convert

hi, thanks for asking. I started my conversion process around three years ago. it's been a rough process, but so far it's going well. as for why I decided, it's a long story. so I'll try my best to keep it short

I was raised catholic. my grandfather was Irish catholic, and raised my mother catholic. my father on the other hand was raised lutheran. you would think that would make their marriage extremely controversial, an Irish catholic woman marrying a protestant man. but it was actually really chill for both families. my dad was never really religious, but my mom was a devoted catholic who had us go to church and ccd every week, up until I went to middle school. I went to the tiniest private middle school in existence. there were 15 kids in all of eighth grade. the building was over 100 years old. it almost closed twice during my three years there. and honestly, it kinda sucked. so much that my two younger siblings both went to public middle schools to try and avoid the shit I went through.

since I went to a catholic private school, I was taught a fair amount of religious history alongside the basic middle school education. it wasn't the first thing that helped me open up to other religions, but being forced to study the history of other world religions was a big eye opener for me. I got confirmed in 8th grade, and then immediately stopped caring about religion. I was an atheist for most of my first two years of high school. I wasn't one of the annoying reddit atheists, I still respected other people's religions. I just didn't know what to believe in myself.

around this time I went through a major depression after my grandmother died, and struggled with my grades and suicidal thoughts. I got into twitter (which, let's be honest, is not the healthiest coping mechanism) and met a lot of friends who helped me discover myself. I eventually came out as transgender and my friends online and irl were super supportive. and a lot of my trans friends online were also Jewish. I started to learn more about their religion just from talking with them, and I actually found it really interesting. it wasn't anything like christianity. people were encouraged to question things and argue and debate.

it was a bit after a graduated high school when I started to think about whether or not I wanted to convert, and about a year later when I spoke to a local rabbi. I will be honest, the pandemic has made it extremely fucking difficult. mostly everything is online, and that makes it a huge pain. but I wouldn't be going through this huge tedious process of converting if I didn't know for certain that it is exactly what I want to do. I love Judaism. I love my Jewish friends. I love my religion. I love my own unique personal relationship that I have with god and myself. it's hard to even put into words. the same feeling I had when I came out as trans is the same feeling I have towards Judaism.

if you're considering converting, look into it first. it's a very difficult process. and that's intentional. Judaism is not a proselytizing religion. it's supposed to be a very hard and difficult process with lots of obstacles. you have to be 1000% sure that Judaism is the correct religion for you.

and that's where I'm at now. I sometimes say that I'm Jewish, but really I'm still in the process of converting. but based on how much I've learned and how much I've experienced, I'm more than certain that this is the religion for me.

#dostxt #Judaism

[roboromantic]

5 6 7 am thoughts

why do I keep seeing posts on this website insist that evangelicals try to convert prople just to have a larger "number of souls savef" count than others. like maybe that's a thing in some groups but like................I've never heard of any kind of reward for converting more people or anything.

also I gotta say it's a tad frustrating seeing people talk about how Mormonism is a cult and these kids are brainwashed into believing the world's against them etc. and being sympathetic and sharing resources on how to leave, but posts on evangelicals just paint them as cartoonishly evil. sometimes I'll see something that says it's a cult but there's never anything on how to leave (though admitedly it's gonna generally be less legally complicated than it is for mormons) or talk about how evangelicals are also made to believe that the world is against them or how evangelicals try to convert you because they truely believe it would save you from eternal torture.

like now that I'm out I see how infuriating it is to be proselytized to, but growing up in it? I was a super lonely kid who tried to make people more christian according to CoC values bc I was terrified of losing the few friends I had. also there was literal animal abuse involved where we were told we were bad people if we were more likely to rush to help the goldfish they fucking threw on the pavement than to try and save people from hell

like. when you're fundamentalist there's really no room to respect other people's beliefs, because respecting their beliefs (and boundaries) would mean condemning them to eternal torture

so again I get why people hate it and I definitely understand now how it's used to eradicate cultures etc. but I find it hard to hate the individual who from their perspective is just trying to help me

ironically though the insistence on isolating me and saying that anyone who isn't CoC was probably one of the biggest reasons I ended up leaving. how could heaven be this perfect place if my friends weren't there

there was this post in r/judaism linking to an article talking abt svara's upcoming teshuvot for lgbt halacha and it's something I've been keeping an eye on for a while for obvious reasons, but while I don't want to make any judgements until the whole thing is actually released, I will say from the phrasing in the article it sounds like they're approaching it from a different angle than I would. like it seems to be "how can I affirm my gender in a Jewish way" and while I can 100000% understand that, I'm more interested in "what are the issues that arise when someone is (in my case) halachically female but looks male and is it possible to resolve these issues in a way that's respectful to everyone and if so, how?"

like. there was another post by a trans man wanting to figure out how to respectfully interact w/Chabad and someone else (I think) brought up this same idea of one's halachic gender vs I think they called it sociological gender and it was kinda weird to me seeing so many people talk about how that's not a thing, can never be a thing, halachic gender is the only important factor, etc. bc like. I highly doubt anyone would say my halachic gender is all that matters if my bearded, flat-chested, (sorta) deep-voiced ass went to sit on the women's side of a mechitza. hell, I KNOW that'd cause a problem, I've seen it happen.

like personally I'd be fine with a trichitza, I ain't trying to sit with men (though again I can understand why being able to sit with one's gender can be affirming for binary cis people) and I don't particularly want to sit with women either even if marit ayin wasn't an issue.

where was i going with this. idk it's like 2 hours after i started writing this and im tired and still don't have adhd meds, this was never gonna be coherent im gonna try to go back to sleep

#religious stuff

[kosher-martian]

Garvin and the Technicolor Jury Summons 

Work has been stressful. Really stressful. And because I'm constantly having to save my PTO for religious holidays, I can never take a vacation outside of the normal workplace holiday schedule. (Yeah yeah discrimination, but I'm a public-sector employee in a red state... My boss just had to sign a legally-binding pledge effectively saying he is not now, nor has he ever been woke).

So imagine my surprise and delight (?) when I received a jury summons. This was my first jury summons in a long while and my first for federal cases. I had to work some crazy overtime to ensure division-wide projects could continue and I wouldn't have a mountain of work upon my return.

I told my boss about the summons a few weeks ago to prepare him for my absence. He said (copying directly from our work chat): "That's the solar eclipse day, my dude. What sort of omen is that? Good or bad? Def an omen of some kind."

I arrive at the courthouse at 7AM per the summons. Already there's a long line of people outside. It's cloudy, muggy, and threatening to rain. Following the lengthy instructions included with my summons, I have come wearing my only suit (purchased when I was 80-90 pounds heavier) and my most formal kippah (black velvet). The doors open and the line of people ahead of me slowly enters the building. I pass by through security, argue with the bailiff that my kippah is religious headwear until a kind US Marshal corrects him, and make my way to Jury Selection.

There are nearly 60 of us in the room. College students to retirees, all races, quite a few religions, and several income brackets were represented. A strange fellow walks in, 20 mins late. He's at most 5'3". Ginger, with pale skin, freckles, and bright orange hair. He's bald on top, but has let his hair grow long  enough to form a rat tail. He has a well-trimmed beard but no moustache. His eyes are so close together he's basically a cyclops. Unlike the other men, he has shown up in a T-shirt that reads "I am Garvin". He's also wearing a "hello my name is" name tag. I personally believe he arrived with it. I did not receive a name tag, and no one else was wearing one either. Garvin sits alone by himself.

We watch a long, boring video about the importance of being a juror, featuring Justice Sandra Day O'Connor (from when she was on the bench). Afterwards, we are asked to line up at the front of the room and receive our Prospective Juror number. We are then reseated according to our number. I am seated between a philosemitic pentecostal (long hair, jean skirt, the whole nine yards) and - you guessed it - Garvin.

Before I go much further, I should probably explain I have an unnatural ability to provoke unsolicited opinions from people. There's something about me which leads to people from all walks of life to share whatever unhinged manic word salad is bouncing around in their heads. I've had deranged incels explain the plot of Attack on Titan to me umprompted at the post office. I've had little old ladies give me their gardening podcast recommendations while standing in the cereal aisle at the grocery store. Random MAGA guys have tried to make me their token Jewish friend so they can win arguments in middle of an Arby's. And I have been asked (at least three times in the same Best Buy parking lot) to join the full spectrum of radical political movements by men driving hatchbacks with Dragonball Z vinyl wraps. It's a blessing. Or a curse.

Mrs Pentecostal leans over and assures me she will not, as her appearance would indicate, proselytize. She respects my people's beliefs (but still can't help referring to them as "misguided"), and in fact she loves Jews. Jesus was Jew, don't you know? For the remainder of the day, she quizzes me on various Jewish celebrities. She tells me with confidence that she doesn't drink alcohol because it "makes Jesus weep" but that she always encourages her friends and family that do drink to try Manischewitz. "Manischewitz," she says, "is doing the Lord's work."

But we're not here to talk about Mrs Pentecostal. We're here to talk about Garvin.

We leave the jury selection waiting room and proceed to the courtroom. Along the way, Garvin introduces himself. His name, I correctly ascertain from his shirt and self-funded name tag, is Garvin. Garvin sprays for mosquitoes. He'll also help you trap vermin as long as you agree to catch and release methods of pest control (ironic for a man WO sprays for mosquitoes). He has insomnia, but takes medication for it. His name, he reminds me, is Garvin.

We each have to tell our names, occupations, hobbies, and favorite color. Kosher Marty, IT, vintage electronics and Muppet discourse, green.

We are asked to wait in the hallway for 10 mins. Garvin asks if I know any programming languages. "COBOL", I answer. I explain what COBOL is. Garvin says I'm "one of the few capable of understanding the truth: Programming is just higher-order gematria." He does not elaborate further. (He also pronounces "gematria" as "jim-atria". This is the least of my concerns.) 

We return from our recess and continue the work of jury selection. A few hours later, we number less that 40. We are lead into a jury break room. Mrs Penetecostal is speaking with an elderly black man. Garvin sits next to me and asks if I'd like to continue our conversation from earlier. He continues without waiting for my reply.

"As an interpreter of higher order gematria," he asks, "would you say you agree that the US Constitution is divinely inspired?"

"Uhhh," say Kosher Marty

"Of course, that isn't to say it hasn't been perverted by man's corruptible nature. The 18th amendment was a satanic pact." says Garvin.

"Wh-what?"

"Alcohol is regulated by the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms, and Explosives. Right?"

"Yes, but-"

"The ATF is a subsidiary of the Department of Justice, as is the DEA, who regulate illicit substances such as cocaine, crack cocaine, fentanyl and the like, and of course crystal meth. These are all intoxicating substances, like hooch."

"Well the way they intoxicate you is different, I think, but sure????"

"HA! I knew it! So you see it too! The 21st Amendment is just a recontextualized rendering of the Book of [incomprehensible gibberish] of the Apocrypha! It reverses the satanic pact of Prohibition and upholds our God Given and Constitutionally Protected right to consume meth-amp-phetamines!"

"HUH!?!"

"Not to say that I would EVER imbibe such a chemical myself, but rather that God and Thomas Jefferson always intended us to have that temptation available. It's all there in the Constitution. That's why the age of majority needs to be 15. At 15 you need to be able to drive, drink, smoke, and snort your way across this great nation as long as you are willing to fight to defend it! Ergo summa cum laude: Meth-amp-phetamine Dispensaries are not only a good idea, but a necessary evil for society and western civilization."

"Are you really suggesting-"

"Of course the real question is why Prohibition was passed in the first place! It wouldn't have, had the Catholic Church not hidden the Apocrypha and burned down the Library of Alexandria. Herbet Hoover was the one that found an English translation in Jefferson's Presidential Library. It's all in the good book. Isn't that what you guys say? But more to the point, Prohibition was a Faustian pact between Lucifer, the Pope, and Susan B Anthony. But why would the Pope do that? Irish and German immigrants loved their pubs and beer gardens! Italians to! That's how the mob started! Kennedy was a rumrunner! That's why they killed him! Prohibition would hurt the very people the Pope claimed to intercede for! Do you know why he'd create Prohibition? I know why."

At this point, Mrs Pentecostal interjects: "Because the Pope worships the sun!" Mrs Pentecostal returns to her conversation.

"Precisely!" says Garvin, with a self-satisfied smile. He did not elaborate further.

We are ushered back into the courtroom, where jury selection continues until Mrs Pentecostal, Garvin, and I are all excused. On my walk back to the parking garage, Garvin stops me and suggests I look into the Waco Siege and "ATF-Vatican connections".

I did not get selected for jury duty. I have to go to back to work tomorrow.

#where do i even begin #let's see #cw drugs #cw substance use #conspiracy theories #anti catholic #crazy stuff #random people #why am i cursed

[tzipporahssong]

I’ve been thinking a lot this week about the concept of “replenishing the Jewish People”

It was a phrase my Rabbi brought up often during my conversion process. We talked about how I was making a conscious decision to join a people that had been persecuted and diminished by time and hatred. The word “replenish” carries a lot of weight, I think. I mean the holes left by those whose memories we treasure can never be filled, but there’s honor and strength in creating new spaces for new people. One of the things I and many other people love about Judaism is that we don’t proselytize. Nobody is going to force anyone to become Jewish. It’s something you have to seek out and work for yourself. Joining the tribe is your decision and nobody else’s, and you have made the conscious choice to replenish the Jewish people.

Another element of this which I think is really important is to remember that “replenish” doesn’t always have to mean “+5″ it can just mean “+1″. Just because replenishing for me means that by my becoming Jewish so too will my children and grandchildren be, doesn’t mean that that’s the case for everyone. It can be a decision made just for you. Replenishing the Jewish people can mean a single person who converts and builds a group of friends in their Jewish community. It can mean one partner can convert and the other not, and creating an interfaith family with or without children. There are a thousand different kinds of people and a thousand different ways of life. So too are there a thousand different ways to “replenish” in whatever way you so choose. There’s no shame or wrongness in deciding not to “be fruitful and multiply”. The important thing is that Judaism is the right choice for you, whether that means just you joining the tribe or creating new members born into it. Each addition is a gift and a blessing, and in choosing to replenish the Jewish people, you have chosen to give it your mind and heart–a gift that in and of itself makes us stronger.

#as always I love and encourage additions on this post #Judaism #Jumblr #jewish stuff #jewish convert #jew by choice #jewish #musings of a future rebbetzin

[prismatic-bell]

So You’re A Gentile Who’s Realized We Have A Problem: Now What?

Tumblr likes to spin its wheels and spend time yelling at each other, so here’s a nice comprehensive guide. Five Things You Can Do Now That You Know We Were Serious About The Antisemitism:

1) Accept that if you’re in this to be an ally, you’re going to have a tough road ahead of you. We’re traditionally very wary of outsiders in our spaces because when we welcome them, well . . . this happens. In fact, if you want to convert to Judaism, you traditionally get rejected three times, just to make sure you’re serious and not shitting with us. Expect wariness. Expect to get your feelings hurt, because a lot of us are very raw right now. Stick with us anyway--once we know you’re not just bandwagoning us, you’re going to end up with a lot of friends who are relying on you. Nobody said allyship was easy.

2) Learn about Judaism. Note that I DO NOT MEAN LEARNING WITH INTENTION TO CONVERT. We don’t proselytize and it would be against Torah for me to even suggest it. What I mean here is, you can’t call bullshit if you don’t know what we’re about. Some good basic resources are The Jewish Book of Why by Alfred Kolatch; My Jewish Learning; and for a strict Orthodox standpoint, Chabad. You’ll find that some things in these sources contradict each other. That’s pretty par for the course in Judaism; we don’t have a single dogma or point of view.

3) Consider calling a local synagogue and asking if they have volunteer work for a gentile ally. Introduce yourself, explain (briefly) what got your attention, and offer your services--to stand outside during services, to walk folks to and from shul (this is particularly important in Orthodox communities, where driving on Shabbat is forbidden), hell, to help stuff envelopes for whatever vigil or service they may be holding in memoriam. Anything will help.

4) You may wish to make a donation to a local synagogue or Jewish charity. I strongly recommend the ADL (Anti-Defamation League), which is a Jewish charity focused on combating antisemitism. Jews traditionally give monetary gifts in sums of $18, which corresponds to the numeric value of the word “chai,” or “life.” The last time this happened I made a post about this tradition and got accused of being a Nazi because of the whole 1-8 A-H thing, so let’s just nip that right in the bud: yes, we know. It’s a horrible coincidence. We’re not giving up a few-thousand-year-old tradition because of some dipshit with a bad moustache. If you can’t afford $18, consider moving the decimal over and donating in multiples of 18, like $3.60. Your meaning will still be perfectly clear, and anything helps. If you wish to make a donation in memory/in honor (which many synagogues appreciate), I suggest either choosing the name of one of the shooting victims--giving tzedakah, or charity, in their names is considered a great mitzvah and a blessing to their families--or using the phrase “am Yisrael chai.” It means “Israel lives.” Although the country in the MENA region is called Israel, this is not what the phrase refers to--the traditional patriarch of Judaism was named Jacob, and renamed as Israel following a wrestling match with a messenger of G-d. To say “am Yisrael chai” is to say his people, that is, the Jewish people, live.

And on that note . . .

5) In the coming days and weeks, you’re going to see a lot of people making this about Israel or Zionism. Please tell them to shut the fuck up. Israel, Zionism, and Jews are three completely different, albeit related, things. To wit: Israel is a geopolitical country situated on the site of our ancestral homeland and currently headed by Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu; Zionism is the belief that Jews deserve a safe homeland; and Jews are a group of people spread across six continents and most countries who are united by a common group of ancestors from the Levant (the part of the world now occupied by the geopolitical entity known as Israel). Saying the victims of this shooting had anything to do with the political situation in Israel would be like saying I, personally, am responsible for Vladimir Putin because I have a Russian ancestor. I speak exactly two words of Russian, have never been to Russia, have no family left living there (and haven’t for four generations), but I’m totally responsible for Russia. You see how ridiculous that sounds? The same applies to Jews and Israel. Please, please, PLEASE do not conflate this event with Israeli politics. I’m not saying Israeli politics aren’t a topic worth discussing--I’m saying this is not a discussion they belong in. Don’t let the powers that be (or the alt-right sleaze that sucks the dicks of the powers that be) distract from the topic at hand, which is “out of control guns meet out of control xenophobia and antisemitism,” by throwing OMG ISRAEL AND ZIONISM AND GLOBALISM into the mix.

And finally: yes, gentiles, this is okay for you to reblog. In fact I encourage it. And I will answer any questions you have to the best of my ability, if they’re asked in good faith. Please just follow the most basic tenet of Judaism, which is: don’t be a dick.

If you’re ready to stand and help, now is the time.

[astraphobe]

[ LAWRENCE “LARS” MALKIN. 40. CISMALE. HE/HIM ] is here! They’ve lived in Silver Lake for [ 20 YEARS ] and are originally from [ OREGON ]. They are a [ MECHANIC ] and in their downtime love [ PLAYING HIS ELECTRIC GUITAR ] and [ WRITING MUSIC ]. They look a lot like [ CHRIS PRATT ] and live [ IN OASIS APTS ]. (ooc: otto, 19, he/him, cst)

hello !! i’m otto and this is my first muse here. he’s garbage but, like, good garbage ?? compost ?? idk. anyway. i hope you guys like your man-children middle aged and with two kids because if you expected anything else you’re gonna be dissapointed.

BASICS.

Name:  Lawrence Malkin. Nickname: Everyone calls him Lars, but his mom and dad used to call him Larry. He hated it. Gender: Cis-male. Sexuality: Gay (homosexual, homoromantic). Race: Caucasian. Age: 40 ( 01/10/1980 ). Zodiac: Capricorn. Hometown: Grants Pass, Oregon. Current residence: Oasis Apartments. Career: Mechanic.

Astra inclinant, sed non obligant !

this is the background bit. i didn’t want it to be long but it ended up being long, so if you don’t wanna read it you don’t have to. i did spend a lot of time on it, though. hopefully it isn’t shit. enjoy ( but only if you want ) !

world, meet lars. lars, meet world. he’s ... going through it right now. not a lot of things have gone right for him.

he’s the youngest of five in a strictly evangelical household. everything was about rules and if he didn’t abide by them, he’d be punished. he remembers getting hit with switches and belts and wires. he’d be locked in prayer closets and forced to confess his sinful thoughts. he recited every word of scripture, was slain in the spirit, proselytized to all of his friends, and he got nothing but fear and anger out of it --- it was all very ... carrie, but without the promises of superpowers.

when he started going to a secular public high school his entire viewpoint shifted. he made friends who snuck him into rated r movies to watch him squirm at things he’d never heard of before. he started smoking cigarettes, smoking grass, failing classes, and playing sinner’s music on his guitar. strict parents make sneaky kids, he used to be able to all of this in his church clothes.

after high school lars stopped talking to the rest of his family. he rented an apartment with his friends for a two year stint at community college ( he was an automotive specialist major ) and started a band with them in silver lake once he graduated. he never really wanted to talk about girls or stare at nudie magazines like the rest of them, no. he just wanted to make music. until he met margo and his life fell apart.

he only started to date her because it felt right and she promised to take care of him. no one else has ever made the effort to take care of him --- he’d been locked in closets and hit with willow tree branches for the duration of his adolescence. he just wanted comfort.

after he met her, she was the only thing on his mind outside of his band. it wasn’t love, though, even if that was what he thought it was. everything seemed perfect. it all seemed like a normal he could get used to. until she got pregnant and they weren’t ready. she was 24, he was 25, they were both fucked. this was the beginning of the end of them.

click ... click ... click ... boom ! shotgun wedding. as soon as he signed that paper he felt that straight man ball and chain around his ankle. he felt regret, he felt guilty, and, at first, an eighteen year weight stacked atop his shoulders. what more could he do other than ... grin and bear it.

he stopped talking to his friends, who were all busy having fun and playing music and doing everything he wanted to do and more. separating himself from the men he loved most, even if he didn’t want to say it, made him bitter. he stopped doing gigs to make more mechanic money. after the birth of his first daughter, yael, his life was boring and monotonous. five years down the line, margo threw out her birth control pills without letting him know. this was how his second kid, ruth, was brought into the world. it was also the straw that broke the camel's back.

the divorce was long and messy --- he’s glad his kids don’t really remember it too much. margo and lars ended up splitting custody with yael but because of the bullshit that came with ruth, she’s all his. he started meeting up with his friends for gigs again, rediscovering his passion for music. and also drugs. he’s reclaiming the youth he lost when he started dating margo, even though it’s a little weird. he’s happy but he’s not fulfilled, and his kids could see that, too.

the process ruined him financially, enough for the bank to foreclose his home only a few months after the split. he filed for bankruptcy, destroyed his credit score, and moved into a seedy two bedroom apartment ( which isn’t cheap in the city of angels ) that managed to be just a few blocks down from where one of his old friend lived. he came out while lars was married and he didn’t know until he saw the flag hanging in the window. he was curious about it, but we all know what that did to the cat.

lars doesn’t want to be gay, but everything he does makes him feel like he is. the way he talks, the way he sits, the way he cries while watching the notebook --- he knows these are all stereotypes now, but what would his younger self think ?? two kids, no money, AND he’s queer ?? he wants to push this all down, and he does, but he knows that it won’t do him any good either. he knows that everything will all implode, but that day isn’t today, and with any luck, it won’t be tomorrow. he’ll sit in his idea of normalcy until he can’t anymore.

Per angusta ad augusta !

bulletpoints and headcanons, baby !

lars loves his kids. like, a lot. when he was with margo he regretted them entirely but he doesn’t feel that way anymore. he wants what’s best for him, and he wants to give them everything his parents couldn’t give him. namely: love. he doesn’t want more kids, though. he’s saving up for a vasectomy.

he’s not a perfect parent, though. i wouldn’t even call him a great one because of how often he has to be away from them and how much he drinks his feelings. at least once a year he’ll go on a bender and he’ll have to pay a babysitter more than he can afford because of how long he’d be out for. now that his kids are old enough to pick up on these things, they’re becoming more and more concerned with his behavior. he can tell, it’s just another thing he’s trying to avoid bringing up. it’s just another thing that pushes him back to drink.

speaking of his kids. i love them. i love them just as much as i love lars. yael is fifteen and she’s a mini version of her father. when lars has the time, he teaches her to play the guitar on his old acoustic. she manages to make a’s and b’s and he could never be prouder, especially because he barely graduated high school himself. ruth, on the other hand, is an enigma and he doesn’t really understand her but he tries her best. she says a lot of things that ten year olds probably shouldn’t say, but he lets it slide because it’s funny. he’s had to raise her mostly by himself which has been a gigantic struggle for him, but it’s proving to be successful thus far. she really wants to be a teenager and she emulates teenagers to the best of her ability, but it’s what a ten year old thinks a teenager should act like, so it’s far from accurate. loves cleaning her room, though. it’s the most pristine part of their house and he has no clue why.

margo was jewish, so both of his kids are being raised jewish. he doesn’t really believe any of it himself, but his kids seem pretty happy. yael had a bat mitzvah and ruth is coming up on hers, but he has no idea how that’s going to work out because margo did 99% of the planning for yael and he doesn’t know how any of that shit works. ruth also decided that she wants to eat kosher now. she’s been like this for, like, a year and lars thought it would be a phase but at this point she’s in it for the long haul and there’s a pretty good chance she’s not going back on it.

when it comes to his sexuality ,,,, he has a lot of feelings. he acknowledges that being gay is a possibility but he’s definitely never thought enough about it to make a decision. at the same time, he’s hyper aware of anything that might make him seem gay so he dresses like a slightly grunge dad redneck and makes sure to never cross his legs when he sits down. despite all of this. he has had sex with men before. especially after margo. he fucked his gay friend, too. he doesn’t think they count because he was desperate. they count. don’t tell him.

he has five different guitars. the bulk of them sit in his closet, but he has names for all of them. they were his babies before his real babies. his first two were dr. jekyll and mr. hyde, an acoustic and an electric that took about six paychecks for him to finally buy. yael plays on dr. jekyll and he’s spent a lot of time thinking about how he wants to make it a family heirloom if she doesn’t smash it first. he got a white strat in college that he named angel because of how gorgeous she sounds. i'm gonna stop here because this bullet would be so fuckin long if i didn’t. i like guitars. he likes guitars. maybe i’m projecting. who knows ! not me.

it’s easy to assume that his band never really went anywhere. cause it didn’t. they play heavy, heavy, heavy rock and that’s incredibly out of the mainstream right now. their band, shit and sugar, did get a little bit of recognition in the local underground scene during the early 2000s. now they’re just older dudes that play in diy venues and bars sometimes. lars is pretty sure he’s been called a geezer a few times by teens yael’s age.

despite never really getting off of the ground in the music industry, he’s very good at what he does. there’s not a lot left for him to learn in terms of technique and his style of playing is very uniquely his. big inspirations for him include the likes of rivers cuomo, jimi hendrix, kirk hammett, and dimebag darrell.

all in all, he’s an extroverted ball of energy most of the time. he’s got a lot of ideas and he’s very goal oriented, even if he doesn’t end up achieving them. not the smartest tool in the shed, either. he’s childlike and playful in the best way possible. again, most of the time. this ends up biting him in the ass a lot. especially because of how impulsive he is.

Ars longa, vita brevis !

wanted connections ! i’m definitely going to put one or two up on the main but here are a few that i think would work nicely.

people he met through music ---- even though people don’t know about shit and sugar you’d definitely recognize him if your character frequents local bars and DIY venues in sketchy basements. from friends to enemies, i think this one has a lot of breathing room for ~ creativity ~ and all that.

neighbors ---- he’s a guitarist. it’s a loud hobby. he’s nice to everyone in the complex, but god, that’s gotta get annoying.

men he fucked that “don’t count” ---- some of these could’ve ended seamlessly. maybe they get beers now. maybe your character hates him. maybe your character pities him for being in so much denial about his own sexuality. maybe your character is trying to help him. this connection has, like, no limit and all of the plots can be different and unique i’m so excited for it. he’s a bottom, if anyone was curious.

unlikely pals ---- this character is probably the exact opposite of a fuckup. god knows why they even associate with lars. but they do, and they want the best for him. hey !! maybe lars can break them out of their shell a bit.

potential romance ??? owo ??? ---- i really want this to happen because i want lars to eventually come to terms with his sexuality. all he wants is mutual love and good sex. safety, stability, all that good stuff. shouldn’t come without hardship, though. if you have a good idea make sure to make it angsty because i live off of that shit.

someone he doesn’t like ---- i thought of this one because it’s incredibly hard for lars to not like someone. he finds amazing qualities in most people, but he’s prone to holding grudges. i want a character who he just can’t see any good in filling this connection. how fun would that be, right ??

a jewish friend that helps him out with his jewish kids ---- i’m the knowledgeable jewish friend in 99.9% of my friend groups. most people don’t have a knowledgeable jewish friend out of necessity, but he definitely needs one because he doesn’t know shit about some of the things his kids talk about. i swear, ruth mentioned how eggs are pareve and he short circuited please help this poor dude out.

ok that’s. that’s it. i’m done running my mouth on main, but if you wanna plot or just hear me run my mouth about dumb and unimportant shit hit me up here or on discord ( deus ex machina #2294 ) !!! i’m more active on discord because i don’t have this acc always up on my phone. i’m so excited to write with you all !!!!

#slintro #‛ ———— 𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍 ／ ABOUT． #oh this is. so long #i am so sorry #abuse tw

[nerdygaymormon]

The Expanded Role of Youth in the Church

I was asked to speak to all the holders of the Aaronic & Melchizedek priesthood in my stake about all the changes the church has made in recent years to the youth programs. I’m putting a copy of the talk here for myself. 

Plus I felt inspired to say something about being gay. It wasn’t in my original plans but the spirit said “what’s the point of having you in church if you don’t address this? No one in that room can speak to it like you can”

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An Analogy

Tonight’s organist is Brother Bradshaw. Brother Bradshaw, how would you respond if you received this message:

Hi. I am David and I need to learn how to play the organ before Saturday. My parents have been paying for me to get organ lessons every week for the last 6 years but I never actually attended any of the lessons and I spent the money on other stuff. Now they want me to play a Toccata by Bach at their wedding anniversary on Saturday.

If you can teach me, be here tomorrow at 11:00 am with a keyboard. I am a fast learner so I am pretty sure I will pick it up quickly.

That’s a ridiculous letter, right? 6 years of lessons and practicing can’t be replicated in a single day. Such a shortcut is not available for someone to gain the knowledge and develop the skills to play the piano beautifully. This is also true of things like learning to speak a language, become an agile athlete, a competent & expressive dancer, or a proficient lawyer.  

Putting in consistent effort over time is what brings skills and knowledge. The church experience of our youth has been changing so as to use these teenage years as a time of growth and training in the gospel and in leadership.

If you’re a dad, you should know that the church experience for your sons & daughters is different than it was for you and me. They are being asked to be an active participant in their faith and their religious experience, not just observers. When they turn 18 and are adults, they’ll be prepared to make positive contributions.

Christ already has shown us He has confidence in teens to do great things. As a church we’re showing confidence in our teenagers.

Jesus works with teens

Joseph Smith

How old was Joseph Smith when he had a vision in which God & Jesus visited him? 14.

How old was Joseph when an angel named Moroni appeared and told him about the Book of Mormon and where to find it? 17.

How old was Joseph when he was allowed to begin translating the Book of Mormon and essentially begin his life’s ministry? 21.

How old were Jesus’ twelve apostles?

When Jesus began His ministry at age 30, He chose 12 disciples. We know a little about them. We know 4 of them were fishermen, 1 was a tax collector. 2 were brothers. While we don’t know exactly how old they were, we have some clues as to their ages. Have you ever thought about how old the original apostles were when Jesus called them?

The temple tax

In Exodus 30:14-15, we learn that Jewish law was that every man over the age of 20 is to pay a half-shekel when they visit the temple. In Matthew 17:24-27, when Jesus and His disciples were headed to the temple, Jesus instructed Peter to catch a fish in order to pay this tax. Peter finds a shekel in the mouth of the fish he catches; enough to pay the temple tax for two men. That’s all that this group would owe. It’s an indication that 11 of the disciples were under the age of 20.

They were unmarried

We know that Peter had a wife because Jesus healed his mother-in-law (Matthew 8:14-15). In those times, a Jewish man receives a wife after the age of 18. Again, no other disciples’ wives are mentioned. So Peter was likely the eldest of the 12 apostles and owed the temple tax.

The use of the term “little ones”

Several times in the New Testament (Matthew 11:25, Luke 10:21, and John 13:33) Jesus calls his disciples little children; this term of endearment makes more sense if they were half his age.

The zeal and folly of youth

If it’s true that they were mostly teenagers, some of their comments and actions make more sense and fit well with the zeal, energy and goofiness of adolescence.

Expanded role of youth in the church

The sun seems so huge and bright to us and it’s obvious to place it as the most greatest object in the heavens. However, we now have the technology to compare it to other stars and find that it’s not particularly large or hot or bright compared to others. Our sun doesn’t need to be like other stars, it’s good as it is in its circumstances, especially to us on earth.  

Like the stars, we’re not all the same and trying to force us all to be the same will not bring us real happiness or fulfill our purposes.

Over the past 7 years the church has been inspired to dramatically change the church experience for the youth. I love that it now allows for a customization of lessons, experiences and goals to help us become the best “stars” that we can be.

Come, Follow Me

When I was growing up, there was a manual and the leaders just followed it, did whatever the next lesson was and covered all the points made in the manual’s lesson.

A big change occurred in 2013 when the youth implemented the Come, Follow Me style of lessons. By way of comparison, the adults only got it this year.

Come, Follow Me meant no more manual, it’s all online. The youth presidencies are asked to choose which lessons would most benefit their class or quorum. And the lessons have multiple components for the person teaching to choose what parts to include.

Come, Follow Me encouraged the youth to start teaching. A 12-year-old could be invited to prepare and share part of the lesson, a 17-year-old might be responsible for the entire lesson.

Part of Come, Follow Me is that we study at home. This year we’ve been doing New Testament, next year will be Book of Mormon. We study at home and we share things we learned on Sunday, or at seminary.

Family History

The next big change for youth was Family History.

When I was growing up, genealogy was something old people did. They came to the family history library and scrolled through microfiche, recorded info onto paper forms that they turned in to the temple.

Things moved online and it was clear youth would be more comfortable in this environment. Youth were encouraged to do “indexing,” which is looking at old records and typing the information so these records can be searched electronically.

They also were asked to work on their own family history and find ancestors who need temple work done.

Temple

When I was a youth, we usually took 1 or 2 trips to the temple with our ward to do baptism work. The bishop went on those trips and brought a list of names of youth who were allowed to participate, basically a one-time group recommend. It was essentially the ONLY time teenagers could go to the temple.  

Today, teenagers can have their own temple recommend! Their recommend is good for a year and they can choose to go multiple times to the temple. This month in General Conference, President Nelson announced some changes in the temple recommend questions. Youth now get asked the same questions as the adults.

To get a temple recommend, we meet with a member of the bishopric and he asks us these questions. A change from when I was a youth is that we don’t have to go in alone to see the bishop, or any other leader. This past Thursday I accompanied a friend when they met with their stake president. I wish more people felt comfortable doing this, asking someone to come along.

If you’re in an interview and anything said is making you feel uncomfortable, it is perfectly fine to ask if he should be asking about that or to ask if you could invite another adult to join you. Having someone else there is for your benefit, and it also protects the bishop. It’s a good practice.  

When I was a teen and went on ward trips to do baptisms, the temple provided the names of people for us to do their work. Today, youth are encouraged to do temple work for their own ancestors and can bring the names they find while doing family history work.

When I was a teenager, the only thing I could do at the temple was be baptized and be confirmed. Today someone who is a priest can baptize others. Any person with a recommend, including youth, can serve as witnesses.

Ministering

A few years ago we replaced Home Teaching and Visiting Teaching with Ministerng. The young men & young women are invited to participate. They have a role to play. Their presence makes a difference.  

Age

It’s been many decades since the Church last jiggered with the ages for when people could be put in the different offices of the priesthood. This year a change took place, we might even have an 11-year-old here tonight with us. A year ago everyone would’ve been 12 or older.

Missionaries

It used to be that to serve a mission, young men had to be age 19 and young women age 21. A few years ago that changed. Young men have the option of starting a mission at age 18 and the young women at age 19. Let me emphasize, this is an option, some people do better with a year or two of life experience out of high school. But this younger age is a testament to the preparation that today’s youth are receiving.

Some important changes in the mission experience has occurred. Sister missionaries get to be leaders, that wasn’t the case when I served.

When I was a missionary, I was allowed to make 2 phone calls home per year. Now missionaries can skype home each week. That’s a huge blessing for them and for their families. I’m actually jealous of that. And why do they get to call home? Because they have a positive impact on their families.

Not everyone is able to serve a traditional proselyting mission, and that’s okay. There’s plenty of opportunities to serve and now Service Missions are available. These can be customized to fit the capabilities of the missionary. It’s wonderful that more faithful members are able to serve and receive the blessings of dedicating their time to the Lord.

Duty to God and Personal Progress

At the end of the year Duty to God and Personal Progress are being retired. The new program is youth will choose their own goals to work towards in 4 areas:  Spiritual, Social, Physical and Intellectual. This allows for customization for where each youth is at and what their interests are.

Also, Boy Scouts isn’t the official mid-week activity for young men. Now we have flexibility to plan activities that can meet the needs & interests of the young men.

Presidencies

I have a story, when I was a teenager, we got a new quorum president. The leaders explained that he held the priesthood keys for the quorum and the adults were there to help him. This new president said, “So I’m in charge? Okay, then we’re done with Scouting. Who votes of favor of ditching Scouts?” All the young men voted to end it. The leaders stepped in and said, this isn’t how it works. They would continue planning our Scouting activities and teaching the lessons on Sunday.

On paper the quorum president was in charge, but in reality it was the Young Men Presidency. The adults decided everything of any importance.

Guess what? President Nelson in General Conference announced no more ward young men presidencies, they will all be released by the end of the year. So who is responsible for the young men? The young men & the bishopric.

What does this mean?

In presidency meeting the bishopric trains and mentors the quorum presidency. The young men will learn about their responsibilities and be coached in how to be better at them.

They’ll review the purpose of a quorum, such as teaching, doing service, building unity and spreading the gospel. And they’ll plan activities related to these things.

The presidency will discuss each member of the quorum. They can discuss what is going on in the lives of the quorum members, what their interests are, things they struggle with.

With this in mind, the presidency chooses the lessons that the quorum or class will study on Sundays, and plans mid-week activities. The adults will help the young men think through the details of planning activities, what needs to be done, making assignments, and so on.

The ward young women presidency isn’t being eliminated, but they will follow the same model as the young men with the bishopric

Conclusion

At baptism we covenanted to take Christ's name upon us. Part of that is building community with other believers, and also doing things that Christ would do. That includes looking out for others, seeking to lift the burdens of others.

There are many circumstances we can be aware of and adjust our lessons & activities to accommodate them. I’ll give you two examples.

If we have someone who’s on the autism spectrum in our quorum and they’re sensitive to loud noise, we need to be mindful of that as we plan our activities, we don’t want to exclude them or cause them stress. 

Most of you know I’m gay, if you know a member of the class is gay, give them a heads up about a lesson or activity that revolves around dating & celestial marriage, trust me that this is likely a sensitive subject for them. It gives them the choice to participate or avoid what could be a hard time.

We need to make sure our youth know they are loved, they are heard and seen, they are understood. The focus of our youth program is meeting the needs of the youth so they can grow in the gospel in a way that works for them.

A lot is being asked of our teens

Over the past decade, more is asked of teenagers in the church and they are showing they are capable. Jesus showed faith in youth, we are following His example in giving youth more opportunities to lead, teach and develop their abilities.

Testimony

I’ve been fortunate to have involvement with the youth of our stake over the past 7 years. 3 years were as a member of the stake young men presidency and 4 just because they keep inviting me to participate in youth conferences, mini-MTC’s, dances, and so on.

I have found this generation to be remarkable in several ways.

They are far more tolerant. They accept others and allow people to express differences in how their appearance and dress. They are much better at inclusion than my generation.

They are service oriented. They like doing service and seek out opportunities. They would much rather go and do good in the world than sit in a class hearing about doing good in the world. They are more conscious that there are people with needs who they can assist.

They can tell when someone is fake, they highly value trust and authenticity.  

They have the potential for greatness. There is plenty of work to do in the Lord’s kingdom and they’re capable of joining in the work. Serving them and serving with them has strengthened my testimony.

#tumblrstake

[hecallsmehischild]

I don’t want the cultural baggage. I don’t. I’m tired and it’s heavy and I’m just learning peace.

I remember the moment I’m sitting in the car with an Uber driver. He’s an old man. Jewish. He finds out I am Jewish too, and exclaims over “finding a diamond in the desert.” He says not to trust the goy, they are friends one moment and turn you in the next. I talk about Germany’s shame that I have seen and my Mom sees and has ministered to to, and he calls it crocodile tears. I say to myself my friends would never, could never, but somewhere in my heart I allow that people who don’t know me just might. Definitely would, under the right circumstances. In fact, that it’s probably inevitable.

I have been told, “Any Jew who doesn’t know how to use a gun doesn’t deserve to say ‘Never again.’” I hold that next to wondering if I could really ever end a life if someone came for me like that.

It’s hearing the words “Never Again” and knowing that every person who says it believes that it absolutely will happen again, it’s just a question of when, who, and how.

It’s the black humor behind the joke about the holidays centering on commemorations of our survival. “They tried to kill us. They failed. Let’s eat.”

It’s growing up knowing I’m Jewish by blood and believing the Messiah is Jesus, thereby offending the Jews and confusing the Christians. Not Christian enough and not Jewish enough at the same time, being told by Christians who don’t understand that being Jewish is two things (race and religion) that I “can’t be Jewish if you’re a Christian.” Being told to my face by a recent convert to Judaism that I’m not Jewish. That’s funny, I think, because Hitler never checked what people believed when he quantified Jewish ancestry. People saved by “conversion” tended to be children who were never told they were Jewish to begin with, and were dropped off with non-Jewish families by their parents who just hoped that was enough to hide them. Blood quantum killed, there wasn’t the option to recant.

It’s looking back and knowing the Holocaust was just the latest in a long string of trying to kill us wherever we go. It’s seeing the pattern and wondering when it will happen here. In my lifetime? In the next few generations?

It’s talking occasionally with my husband about where we could go if America suddenly became unsafe, and wondering if we’d even be allowed to make Aliyah to Israel because of the proselytizing laws. Do they even allow Christians to emigrate, even if Jewish by birth? Do they ask what you believe and shut you out if you say the name “Jesus?” Would Israel tell me I’m not Jewish enough?

It’s wondering uneasily if doing the 23andMe test really was a good idea. If that line down the middle of my genetic circle marking me as fully half Ashkenazi Jew, submitted to a genetic database, will be the thing that comes back to bite me. Or maybe it wouldn’t matter, since I’ve never been private about it anyway. Would they come for me via my social media, my census and application questionnaires, or my genetic test???

It’s being terrified that if Revelations has any prophetic reality then I’m screwed on two fronts. It’s hoping for the metaphorical interpretations to be true, or even the claim that it might be a genre of apocalyptic literature that was popular at the time, because it being literal or close-to-literal-cloaked-in-symbolism has haunted my morbid anxiety-fueled fantasies since childhood with images of torture and deprivation thank you Left Behind series that I read from beginning to end as a teenager.

It’s flinching or getting mad whenever I see a swastika carved or sprayed somewhere. It’s being shocked and quietly outraged whenever someone uses the word “Jew” like an insult around me, which seemed to be a reasonably popular option in my private Baptist high school (of which I have pretty fond memories in other regards). It’s being so tired by my twenties that when people were still yelling about anti-semitism in movies, in news, in politics, I just turned my face away and said, “I can’t.”

It’s being glossed over in every discussion of what oppression is because mine type is not obvious and doesn’t really hit me day to day, right? Besides, my view never fits the correct and popular narrative so who cares what I have to say about it? It’s hovering between the “white” and “other” bubbles in the questionnaire when they ask what race I am and wondering whether I should bother filling in “other” and writing it in this time.

I set it down in my teens and I rarely pick it up anymore. It’s heavy with grief and loss and anger and fear. And yet there’s always this hollow, hole of a feeling, like I’m missing something vitally important to who I am, when a joyful celebration of the Jewish culture passes me by. There is great beauty and joy in this culture but I don’t have the strength, God I don’t have the strength to experience my own culture and not drown in the sorrow.

#rlchild #heavy thoughts today #the dream stirred up some stuff in me #anxiety and sorrow together #this is old and unresolved still #wrestling with God

[emerging-jew]

Hi! I have a few questions, if that's okay, I'm personally debating conversion, but idk, I'm atheist somewhat, but generally just confused about everything tbh. You don't have to answer these if you don't want to (ofc) but here goes: how old were you when you decided to begin conversion? (I'm only 19, and idk what age would be appropriate). What made you want to convert? Were you previously affiliated w any other religion before? Your banner is the genderqueer flag, is the Jewish community (1/2)

(2/2) accepting of LGBTQ+ folk? I myself am LGBTQ+. Another thing I would like to ask is, personally I’m really self-conscious, and I feel like I’d be culturally appropriating and just generally kind of awkward if I converted bc I’m not ethnically Jewish, ik this doesn’t make much sense, but what are your thoughts? Thank you! I really appreciate it!

I decided to begin conversion at 20, although I had been thinking about it since I was 18. It got to the point where I would say “If I ever converted to a religion it would be Judaism” and a friend one day went “well why don’t you?” and I didn’t have a good reason to not look more seriously into it. I don’t want to come off as being flippant about conversion so don’t misunderstand me; it is very serious and deserves a lot of time and consideration but at that point I was on a trajectory towards conversion already whether I knew it or not and just needed a push to accepting that. Once I did that I hit the ground running with research and was visiting my temple for the first time within two weeks. Still, for the first few months I kept it very tight lipped, only telling about four people altogether. 

As for what made me decide to convert it was a lot of things. I was raised Evangelical and I never meshed. I always got in trouble for asking questions, I was queer, I struggled to fit in because a lot of the moral beliefs didn’t sit right with me. Most of these things could be worked past by finding a new church but in conjuncture it was too much. The final tipping point was that I am not comfortable with being part of a proselytizing  religion. I want indigenous faiths to be celebrated and encouraged and preserved not replaced by Xtianity. 

As for LGBT+ acceptance the reform movement is very accepting. I haven’t encountered a Reform person who is not, though I suppose such a person could theoretically exist. As you move through Conservative to more Orthodox practices generally I find it is less accepting but there are people who accept LGBT+ everywhere if you look for them. 

The question about cultural appropriation is actually why it took me over a month to answer this; I struggle to answer questions like this because i am a conversion student, not yet a Jew. However, I’m sure I have something valuable to contribute. Somewhere on my blog is a post discussing how converts become ethnically Jewish because of how ethnicity actually works which I recommend finding. But in short converting to the Jewish religion means converting to the Jewish people and culture(s). You spend a year or years with a Rabbi and community learning how to be a part of everything. There are things you may want to consider not doing until you have fully converted but this is a discussion to have with your sponsoring Rabbi and others in your community as it will vary greatly depending on where you are. 

#jumblr #Jewish conversion #anon #judaism #personal journey

[getinthefunvee]

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❕ shipping:  multiship; not ship exclusive. Shipping is dependent wholly on muse interaction and never guaranteed. Tony is demiromantic and pansexual; he may or may not be open to poly setups depending on verse. He's experimental, inclusive, and flexible. Got a kink? Bring it. BDSM? He'll want to know your safeword. Three/four/eightway? He's probably into it. That in mind, I'm on the ace spectrum (see below) so mature-content threads aren't going to be that common and will generally, though not always, fade to black.

YES PLEASE

✅  duplicates, multiple 'canon' realities, AUs, cross-fandom, What Ifs

✅  crossovers, especially within Marvel & DC

✅  AUs: love, love, love. Give me your tropey coffee shop AU; better yet, give me your research-worthy Mesopotamian AU, time-travel AU, etc. I'm utter trash for Sentinel!verse (and if you don't know what that is, come at me).

✅  plot-development, complex characterization

✅  conscious, intentional, creative abuse of grammar/syntax

✅  any gender identity/lack thereof; sexual orientation/lack thereof; neurodivergent characters; disabled characters

✅  LGBT, non-cis/het, POC, or other minority versions of canonically white cis straight Christian etc characters

✅  female versions of canonically (cis)male characters

✅  dark, edgy, angsty themes up to and including psychological & physical torture, abuse, and character death

✅  complex and conscientious portrayals of trauma and mental health issues

NO THANKS

❎  self-insertion (omnipotent manic pixie Gary-Stu/Mary-Stu characters make me cringe)

❎  pages of ooc

❎  pages of graphic porn

❎  you RP nothing but smut of a variety that squicks me, such as (below) and don't put it behind readmores: - A/B/O, especially if it involves 'mating'/'breeding', pregnancy (esp cis male or cis female pregnancy), etc. Really major squick; - BDSM that uses an abundance of misogynistic language like 'slut'; 'daddy/mommy' themes; pet play; romanticising unhealthy abusive relationships ('50 Shades of Nope' comes to mind) by framing them as consensual BDSM.

❎  consistent grammar/spelling errors (note: ignore if English isn't your primary language; I’m happy to help if that’s something you want, and I speak a few languages so I might be able to RP in your language)

❎  lots of family/baby/child content

❎  'child of'/'sibling of' & non-canon family member/friend characters

❎  anthropomorphic, furry, or 'real people' characters

❎  SuperWhoLock, anime

❎  gatekeeping, canon-snobbery, constant negativity

❎ erasure of any minority group (ie male versions of canonically female characters; suspiciously white FCs for canonically POC characters, etc)

❎ messianic anything; proselytizing

ABOUT THE MUN

✩  ari (aka kai), 30s, London (GMT)

✩  working in medicine, re-qualifying for med school entry; usually not around much Tue-Fri due to work (replies are sometimes queued & I'm usually happy to do short stuff like texts during the week)

✩  thoroughly spoken for; married to cap.co.vu (but thanks for asking *fingerguns*)

✩  introvert:  very social at times (I tend to 'read' as an extrovert), but I need more distance when out of social energy. Feel free to ask me about this. I will love you forever if you respect the need for space, and will not like you very much if you insta-pounce 10x daily when I've gone quiet.

✩  jewitchy = unrepentantly jewish + low-key hedge witch (observant Reform/Conservative Jew; dash of pagan)

✩  grey-a + demi, greyromantic, as impossibly flirty as Tony Stark

✩  ADD, autism (psa: you can be super direct with me), major depressive disorder, EBS (epidermolysis bullosa), mild anxiety (when out of social energy)

✩  sharp-spoken, sharply-dressed, stickler for punctuation, polyglot, menace to society, method RPer, (mostly) good human being, guaranteed at least 80% carbon-based lifeform, will use elbows on the Tube, well-travelled, great ass (thanks, yoga!), hearts horseback riding, BDSM, dismantling the patriarchy

✩  ask box is always open, Discord available by request, IM/chat is gr8

If you feel like it, send me your favourite trope as a way of letting me know you've read these. I'm not going to ask for any sort of specific symbol, codeword, etc to prove it, but I will presume you have and act accordingly. If you feel compelled to acknowledge any specific parts that jump out at you or query something that doesn't sit right with you, we'll probably be bffs.

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[medievalproject]

An Atheist obsessed with religion

For some reason and for as early as I can remember the idea of religion has fascinated me. I grew up in a secular Jewish home but there was no religion involved beyond my grandma’s stuffed cabbage or a good bagel with lox, lighting menorahs and the Seder meal. I questioned why friend’s had bar and bat mitzvah’s so much that made my parents send me to Hebrew school so I could see what it was all about. I liked learning Hebrew and hearing weird stories but it wasn’t for me. I just didn’t get the God part and I never looked back. So I knew I was an atheist and most of my friends were, even going through with Hebrew school. They were just doing what their parents had done and keeping that tradition. So I read more about religion through history books because it has never ceased to amaze me how some people just believe in it. I’ve always been most fascinated by Christianity and Catholicism in particular. I think I realized over time that it had a lot to do with the concept of Hell and all the institutions and ways the Catholic Church created to keep you fearing it and also needing them as a intermediary to your salvation.

At some point I learned you could ‘sell your soul to the Devil” and I thought that was extremely scary. Was there a Hell? 

Jews didn’t talk about Heaven or Hell. Jews lived for this life. Judaism, if you break it down to its core, is really about a foundation, a set of principles or rules to live life.  The concept that there is no next life, no focus on the next life, this is the one you’ve got- I always thought was freeing. You didn’t have to worry about anything else just now. That’s not to say you could be a bad person, but if you were or did something wrong, you are obligated to seek forgiveness from the person you wronged - God has no place in this. It’s about human connection, being a productive member of society, a good person. The thing I love about Judaism is you don’t even need to believe in God to be Jewish. 

In Christianity and Catholicism, in particular, there is so much emphasis on the afterlife and asking God for forgiveness when he already died for you. I think it’s an excellent marketing strategy to keep people complacent about their suffering in this life, and constantly filling indebted to something for being someone who ma make bad choices that would send themselves to Hell. If you’re promised any amount of time in heaven, (of course, once you’re completed your time in purgatory), you might accept things you wouldn’t have to accept if you thought- THIS IS IT.

On top of all the Heaven and Hell, Christianity set itself apart from Judaism in a number of ways. The two most interesting ways to me are:

1. Christianity is a proselytizing religion - spread the good word!

This concept is truly strange to me when it comes to religion. I think it’s because growing up even as an assimilated Jew, you knew that there were very few Jews in the world. I know that it just seemed like a lot because I happened to be born in Brooklyn, NY. But also, Jews do no such out reach. Jews have been a minority religion for thousands of years. Christianity and Islam came out of Judaism and unlike Jews, their religions believe that in order to achieve salvation you have to make it to Heaven.

And that promise of an after-life would be Christianity’s marketing message. The platform would be the official religion of the Holy Roman Empire (380 CE). This one event is crucial to Christianity’s survival and spread. Conquered lands accept the religion of their conquerors or face persecution (Judaism never had this sort of political upper hand but maybe things would have been different, who knows!) and Christianity would spread throughout Europe and by the Middle Ages nearly all of Europe would be Christian. 

Now combined with the my second favorite way Christianity is different from Judaism(!) would foster the creation of the greatest marketing campaign created IMO: take Jesus as your Savior, your salvation or go to Hell and here are pictures are your soul burning eternally!

2. They are cool with depicting God, bring in forms of idolatry and the veneration of images of God

As the only monotheistic religion at the time to allow God to be represented in any form, you can win over a whole illiterate population with amazing, horrific, awe inspiring images to dominate your thoughts. 

Just think about all the facades of churches, all the paintings, sculptures, stained glass windows that remind you that Christ died for your sins and you can either follow God and be good and get to Heaven or go against the teachings of God and burn in Hell.

So I’ve been fascinated with the images of Devils and demons and hellscapes and hellmouths and monstrous motifs for this very reason. It’s so vastly different from Judaism. 

#hell #afterlife #christianity

[andyoushallchoosechai]

Conversion Essay

C. E. Ainsley Congregation P’nai Tikvah [ note: length. In OpenOffice it’s APA formatted 11 pages ]

What brought me to Judaism

    Whenever I am asked "what brought you to Judaism?", "how did your path begin?" I always give pause. I can't seem to recall if seemingly random fleeting experiences lead to my decision or if it is for another reason. I can say, that for many years I struggled with my concept of the universe. I did not believe in God, or some higher concept of the world, but felt like I was lacking. I would forget this yearning and the same ennui would return again and again. Theology has always been of interest to me, but it took much time for theology to take significance personally.

           I realized at some point that I wanted to bring enchantment into my life, in hopes to fill what I felt was a hole in myself. I researched varying religious beliefs and for one reason or another Judaism was the one I continued learning about. I feel it is important to recognize that I do not find meaning in whatever made me choose to begin studying Judaism for I cannot recall exact details or thought processes and so it is difficult to say an exact reason of what brought me here other than for a yearning of 'more' in my life. It is though, without question, why I stay with the Jewish faith and why I choose to be a part of the Jewish people that is important.

           One nice anecdote I do recall about the beginning steps of my process, however, is that I made an official decision to begin learning about Judaism after a Rosh Hashanah ceremony with Chabad in 2015. The New Year in the secular sense has always been of significance to me; I see no reason why the religious new year should be of any difference. I heard the shofar blown twice and it was mesmerizing and I knew that time had created a space for me to acknowledge the necessity to grow.

Family and History

           I grew up in Las Vegas to a family of my mother, father, older brother and myself. To my knowledge, my parents’ family are all varying degrees of Christian; my parents, though non-practicing, are, as well. My brother and I both grew up attending a Baptist church, though we both stopped attending Sunday school classes around our pre-teenage years. He became a stark atheist. I became apathetic to the concept of G-d’s existence -- or to if there was a deeper meaning to the universe.

           During high school I made a friend whose mother was a pagan-identified witch. I was openly invited to attend coven-held classes and to engage with ritual meetings. I became a semi-active member and engaged in their practices for approximately a year. But left after finding that I could not enmesh with the pluralistic concepts of deities. I stopped identifying as a pagan myself, though still held deep values for the sustainability of the earth and felt some sort of inclination that there was something holy and mesmerizing about the existence of nature, but never put much significance on it. It would be a decade before I considered any other religious practice. A length of time which I see as a period which allowed me to grow into myself.

           It was well into my time as a college student that the feeling of emptiness within my spirituality appeared. I noticed that proselytizers would come to my home, and as I'm afraid of conflict but was searching for something in a spiritual sense I would listen to these varying Christian missionaries tell me about Jesus Christ. I already knew his story. I knew about sin. And I listened to them speak about how I would be damned because of my very nature of being. I listened, and I gave them my contact information. But I would never speak to them again. I did not want to be involved with their religion based on fear. I was just too afraid to say "No thank you. Have a good day."

The Conversion Process

           From September of 2015 to August of 2016, I used Tumblr and Google to teach myself about Judaism. I was fearful to reach out to a rabbi and I had the added obstacle of working on Shabbat which I felt was an issue. My long-time friend, Sarah Willick, who is Jewish by birth, helped me along the way as well in learning. In early spring of 2016 Sarah and I attended the play Bad Jews at The Las Vegas Smith Center. I enjoyed it immensely and the conversation afterwards initiated by Rabbi Yocheved Mintz had me in tears. I -knew- this woman was going to be my rabbi. Unfortunately, I still had fears of reaching out and so I did not contact her until August. The day I sat down with Rabbi Mintz, she told me to think about what I wanted. If I wanted to attend classes, if I wanted to become a member of the congregation, that she is a rabbi who would push me away three times as is traditional. I without hesitation, threw myself into Jewish studies. I had waited so long to finally learn about something about which I felt so passionate in a way that felt authentic and official.

           I remember when I started, I was scared. I felt so enthusiastic about the idea of being in contact with a sponsoring rabbi and gaining peers who were also studying. But I had fears about coming off as inauthentic. I was told the very fact that I had that fear showed my integrity and sincerity. Though I was learning so much, implementing mitzvot into my secular life was difficult. I had a lovingly supportive partner who did not question me on implementing changes -- but I had fears about doing things wrong or about forcing too much change for my partner. So, I began with baby steps of eating kosher. I would break the rules of kashrut, without fail, because implementing new habits is difficult. But, I eventually found it easy despite living with gentiles who have dietary habits in contrast to kashrut.

           Still, while eating kosher is worthy of praise I felt like my level of observation was low and it hurt me to not know how to pursue observance further. It was a godsend that the Mussar class opened. HaShem was giving me an opportunity to be engaged with Congregation P'nai Tikvah's community and to be engaged with Jewish values. Attending a class where each of us were learning to be closer to holy values resonated with me so profusely. As I was learning to be more authentic as a person I fell in ease of observing more mitzvot. Lighting candles on Shabbat was the next step, and a serious and conscientious attempt at tsniut followed.

           Throughout my conversion I have approached this more academically than I would like. It was difficult for me to engage in the process of observing mitzvot and any Judaism with which I did interact was through classes or reading. Still, I could feel a change in myself where philosophically Judaism was transforming me into a person that I felt more aligned with. So too, was I blessed with a friendship in Nicky Watts who allowed me more access to the diverse Jewish community in Las Vegas. It is because of her that I attended specific Shabbat dinners at Ner Tamid, the Las Vegas Moshe House and UNLV Chabad.

Why I want to Convert

           It is interesting to acknowledge that I am an individual in need of significant alone and recovery time. I have Borderline Personality Disorder which at times causes me distress and places me in need of restoration away from others. It is this realization which has given me hesitance in questioning if I am still valuable to the Jewish Community, if I cannot always be a stable presence. Despite these fears, I have acknowledged that my presence is wanted in Jewish spaces. At Torah study on Saturday mornings, Chabad at UNLV, Moishe House, Hillel at UNLV, Queer Talmud Camp, even when 'bageling' in secular spaces -- these spaces have welcomed me with open arms and have accepted me unquestioningly and they do not ask me if I do 'x' amount of mitzvot or if I went to Hebrew School. They say "you're here. you're experiencing this shared moment with us. Let's learn and grow together right now."

           Being in spaces of such love is one reason why I'd say I want to convert. In my twenty-six years alive on this Earth I have never found such loving-kindness, such Chesed, in a group of people. I am drawn to Judaism for multiple accounts -- the varying and sprawling views of HaShem in which no one is inherently right or wrong in their depiction, the culturally known movements and rituals which even secularly I never had, the list continues.

Philosophically, I came to Judaism because at a baseline I knew Judaism fit my already set beliefs for this world. That social justice is important. That the environment is worth saving. That good deeds in this world probably have more importance than whatever happens in the afterlife -- But it was with every class with Rabbi Mintz, and every reading both from books and online, and from Queer Talmud Camp that I was filled with such joy and reverence.

           I am an individual who holds onto a lot of pain. I was open about my depression and my mental health with Rabbi Mintz when I first met her, and in one of our first meetings I mentioned how the concept of the 'Tzadikim Nistarim' spoke to me. It was certainly a coping mechanism for my suicidal ideation. There was already a baseline of healing instigated in my understanding of Judaism. Judaism had fit my basic criteria of being a decent human being and upped those philosophies by continuing the notions that life was sacred and 'here's why' and 'here's how to care for others and care for yourself'. As I traveled through my studies I learned new insights that often-brought tears to my eyes. There was so much healing in the liturgy and commentaries and I could never bare how stunningly lovely that is. Though I struggle still, because healing is always a process, the passage from Deuteronomy, "I call today upon heaven and earth as witnesses for you. I have set before you life and death, blessing and curse. And you shall choose life." is a passage I am holding onto. The struggles of mental health do not go away instantaneously even with a renewal of thought. But, I acknowledge the sanctity of life which is presented in the values of Judaism and holding these values closer to mine help with the days when struggles are too difficult to bear.

           I want to convert because as I've grown in my Jewish studies I've tried my best to incorporate these healing practices into the world. On some level I believe the ideology of 'Tikkun Olam' and 'Tzedek, Tzedek, Tirdof' are one in the same; these concepts are not ones which I would need to follow if I simply followed the Noahide Laws. I may not follow all 613 mitzvot. I am a reconstructionist who openly picks and chooses which ones to follow, but I know that each 613 has significance and I want to be allowed to make those choices and to be permitted to follow them because the generations before me have done so.

Mitzvot Observance

           As mentioned earlier, I have now incorporated eating Kosher and lighting Shabbat candles as my consistent mitzvot observances. I have been assessing the merits and criteria for following tzniut and have been practicing such attire on a semi-regular basis. I acknowledge each of the holidays and do what is in my abilities to observe them. It excites me to no end that now that I have experienced a year living Jewishly and understand how a year cycle is observed, I can incorporate habits and scheduling which differ from my non-Jewish friends and family.

           I do these things because they allow me to feel closer to being 'whole.' They each have personal significance and help me grow, but also, they bring me closer to my community. They bring me closer to other Jews around the world. If I am observing this one mitzvah, there are tons of other individuals who are also, and we are observing this mitzvah because we have a history and a culture which has survived for so long and gives us resonance and together in that we keep the Jewish identity moving forward.

           I want to be able to learn more and recognize which mitzvot bring me empowerment. Examine which commandments are ones which I am not yet at a place to follow but which in time to come I will with fervor. I want to be able to observe Jewish rites not abided by the mitzvot; this past summer I picked up a Talmud for the first time and I'm not sure I'll ever be the same. My mitzvot observance is on par with why I want to convert. I want to be part of something grander than myself. I want to be able to perform and observe functions which show with proclivity that I am a Jew no different from the rest. I want to belong, but more importantly I want Jewish values to endure.

Thoughts leading up to and from the High Holidays towards the mikveh

           It is an aspect of humanity to always be in flux of developing ourselves towards betterment. When Rabbi Mintz and I scheduled my beit din I was so happy to see that my rabbi felt I was ready to take such a step forward. I know that I have been through a process. I am not the same individual I was two years ago. But also, I am not the pinnacle of a frum observer.

There are days when the most I incorporate Judaism into my life is wearing my hamsa necklace and saying bracha or the sh’ma while walking aisles at work. There are days where I do not know how to implement time management. I know that is an issue and I know that things of value only retain their value if they are kept close at hand.

           Therefore, when we scheduled my appointment I made Hebrew a new important task. It was already on the to-do list, but learning it before my beit din, in my eyes, was important. It’s unfortunate to say I do not have fluency. I do not know the grammar. But this is me being difficult on myself. I think that I place so many expectations in hopes to prove my intentions. Of celebration however, is that even in my failings to find perfection in observance, I see in myself the steps that I am progressing. They are small and humble, but I can follow along in service easier. I have songs memorized. I can say the right phrases for different contexts.

           When I was given the honors to stand at the bimah on Erev Rosh Hashana and Yom Kippur and read from the machzor, I knew this too was proof of my growth in my learning and the connection I have created in my community. The passage I read on Erev Rosh Hashana was about reflecting on mindfulness, being better at observance in mitzvot and being closer to our true selves.

           “Yes! Although we will never be perfect, the divine in us refuses to desist from trying to improve.” … “May I look upward into the branches of the towering oak and know that it grew slowly and well.” (Maller, 1999) These parses reflect entirely my own sentiments about growth and I know I must be stringent about acknowledging these sentiments more. So, to, on Yom Kippur do we acknowledge the faults of claiming the label of “Jew” but not abounding in tradition or following through with our standing values. Growth is all about commitment towards deeds which expand ourselves. In Judaism, I have found so much that speaks to me, even in vague unspecified terms to which I cannot yet articulate.

I have found in the time leading up to my meeting with you that the guidance of Rabbi Mintz telling me that I will always be continuing my Jewish education is true. Learning does not end at the mikveh. So, I will continue. I will learn, and expand, and share Simcha with my community and loved ones. I will grow so that I can express Judaism in my daily life. I will endure through so that I may be a blessing to others.

Sources

Maller, A. S., Marx, J. A., Schachet, R., & Fisher, J. (Eds.), (1999). Tikunay Nefashot - Spiritual Renewal

(Some) Educational Sources throughout Conversion Process

Books

The Jewish Book of Why     (Vol. I), Kolatch

Judaism’s 10 best ideas,     Green

Becoming Jewish, Reubin     & Hanin

Jewish, Alive &     American, Reconstructionist Rabbinical College Press

Seasons of Our Joy, Waskow

Choosing a Jewish Life,     Diamant

These     Are the Words: A Vocabulary of Jewish Spiritual Life, Green

Jewish Literacy, Telushkin

L’shon ha-Kodesh A     beginning Hebrew book for adults, Rowe

The First Hebrew Primer,     Motzkin

The illustrated Pirkei     Avot, Deutsch

Tanakh The Holy Scriptures,     JPS

Siddur Hakohanot: A Hebrew     priestess prayerbook, Hammer & Sheer

Zines

Unlikely Victories a     handbook for the good fight, Kuttle

The social justice     warrior’s guide to The High Holidays, Kuttler

Websites

Myjewishlearning.com

Chabad.org

Sefaria.org

kveller.com

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[republicstandard]

This Year In Jerusalem

My Dearest Comrade,

You asked me in your last letter how we did it, how after the long and bitter struggle we finally put paid to the white man.  It's an interesting question.  How did this once proud and confident people, rulers of the globe, find themselves at the short end of history, evaporating like morning mist?  How conquered by an alien ideology?  How did rule Britannia become out of bounds?  Who lost America?  Now that it's all over, and long since really, I feel free to speak my mind to a friend, though it goes without saying there's no reason to save this in any way, there is no reason our children or their posterity should ever know too much about this, not now that we have prevailed.  As a keeper of records I am privy to all kinds of information, some of it astonishing, some of it provocative, the lies, the propaganda, for I like to think a Jew is nothing so much as a sophist, proceeding by misdirection.  But, in the interest of time, this will be a truncated version.  Does one really need to know too much of the ins or the outs of the Marranos, the Masons, or the Illuminati?  Arcane banking records?  How we put the squeeze on Cromwell, or ran a slave ship?  Marriage certificates, baptismal records? No, the genius of what we did was what we did in broad daylight, the goyim is ever gullible. No less a personage than Spengler spent his entire career without writing anything of what the Jews had done or were doing, remarkable.  So much for him. So much for them.  And remember as you read this, we did what we did out in the open, and that the crucial factor in our ultimate victory was neither our animal cunning nor our indomitable will, but the fact that we were white.  How lucky!  Had we been blue or purple or red we never would have got away with it.  A star would have done nicely to serve them as a reminder, to remind them of the danger in their midst, and the peril that they faced, but we put a stop to that, amen.  Anyway, I hope you enjoy this brief foray, this ex post facto meandering. I am a humble man, and we are a humble people, so if this ever sounds like bragging it just means I get carried away from time to time, apologies ahead of time and all around.

As you know we are an ancient people.  Thousands of years and all that. We waxed and we waned like them, and like the others tried our best to increase our power, little of it though there was.  However, from nearly the first the other peoples always thought us strange, our famous peculiarity, the dietary laws and the way we clung tenaciously to our ancestral God when they were perfectly willing to share theirs with those of any mongrel people they came across, and we would not let ours mingle freely with the others.  Yes, they thought us barbaric and odd, repugnant really, but for the Romans at least, so focused on power, beneath the surface there was an uncanny fear, for we we had a principle other than honor that we would lay down our lives for.  They knew of honor but ours was truth so-called—the most risible in their eyes.  Yet despite their contempt they couldn't help from feeling uneasy, this they thought was something more than an army, this was either insanity or an enemy to keep an eye on.  It's probably apocryphal but it's said that when Pompey cast custom aside and thrust himself into the holy of holies he found an empty and white shining space. Every other people would have cluttered theirs with images of gods or animals, but we had pure emptiness, pure shining white emptiness, and it's said he was shaken, though it's doubtful that dullard had the strength of character to be disturbed. And it's telling that later the rumor went around that in the inner sanctum set on a pedestal was a donkey. They said we worshiped an ass!  Ha Ha.  He who laughs least laughs best, it's what I hold to.

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But other people were stronger, first Greece, then the Romans.  We finally became a fully subject people and many of us, understandably, chafed at this.  And though I thoroughly disapprove of the hotheads among us the one who threw that torch and caused Rome to level the city did us a favor, looking back.  It dispersed us and we could do a lot more good (for ourselves, that is) roaming abroad in search of monsters to destroy than sitting by ourselves in our mountain fastness.  We've always excelled as the stranger in the land, casting a cold and jaundiced eye on the natives, always ready to lend a hand to the leaders.  We are a numerically small people, so to adapt we let others build what one day we will own. That first holocaust (they say not stone was left on stone!) also gave us the great story (fictional of course) of Masada, which, like the Warsaw uprising, would be put to such salutary use.  The plucky little Jew, the eternal underdog, the mouse that roars, wedded to eternal principles, dying for an idea, for their jealous god.  Who would believe such rot?   Them, that's who.

Perhaps it was the memory of ancient defeat that spurred our later attacks; revenge is after all an underrated motive in history.

Some call it the grace of God, I call it a freebie, but either way, for sure, we got an unexpected and serious break in the person of Jesus Of Nazareth. Some vagabond wanders up the mountain and on his own authority deifies himself and the next thing you know an entire civilization is wrecked.  By means of his admittedly somewhat poetic ramblings and, even more so, by means of his bulldog, Paul, we injected a poisoned chalice deep in the heart of Europe, a Trojan horse smuggled in like the taking out of the key beneath the keeper's nose.  As I'm sure you know later on it would be the fusion of a universalized Protestantism and an aggressively subversive Judaism which would be the stake in the very heart of these people; which, long story short, makes The Book Of Acts the story of another itinerant vagabond proselytizing the virus of subversion.  Freud is said to have said, before disembarking in America, that he was bringing them the plague; so did we for Europe with this alien creed.  It didn't start out that way, for though no one could have known it at the time it was Christianity, with it's scribbling monks copying for no discernible reason, with it's unifying power, which strengthened the white race for centuries, made them a towering and indomitable world presence, which one day we would ride and vault on and over; until it turned sour like curdled milk and burned the building down. For when the time finally came we managed to fool them into believing that that great hater Jesus Of Nazareth, that man who walked around terrifying people, excoriating people, and viciously slandering public officials, calling the Jewish power structure irredeemably corrupt, shook dust off his shoes, brought a whip for the money-changers, scared the living daylights out of random passersby, said he brought nothing but fire to this mortal earth of ours, that this tremendous hater had no hate in his heart, that all you need is love.  You got that:  he had no hate in his heart. Fools like Leo Tolstoy served us admirably here, when he wasn't making shoes that fell apart he was telling the world that Jesus Christ would not have hurt a fly.  In truth real self hating Jews like Jesus of Nazareth are a dime a dozen, another madman Bobby Fischer comes to mind, and we know what to do with them. Hitler said to shoot Gandhi.  We agree.  Killing that man was the best thing we ever did.   Like I say, a freebie.

For Europeans Christianity was a mixed bag, it gave them Bach and baizuos, but in the end it's the order they came in that mattered. Wokeness is Christianity's hangover, the after-birth of a once proud religion.

Calvinism and Puritanism were already Judaism, some of Cromwell's men were so forward thinking they wanted to create a Zion on the Thames and thought that the notion of the divinity of Jesus Christ was blasphemy.

Later in the 1870s one of ours named Felix Adler would preach that the Jews should universalize themselves out of existence, for the good of humanity.  He got select Protestants to go along, the elect now meant those who commit suicide.  Arch WASP (and son of a universalist crank) William James said that moral values supersede survival, and his notion of pluralism later formed the foundation of multiculturalism. As can be expected the Jews declined the offer of race suicide but a century later whites took to it with a vengeance.  So you can see when we finally did wreck their country we were plowing in a fertile field.  You read about those American cranks in the 1850s on their farms growing rutabagas in their long johns and preaching universal ethics and the love of all mankind, they're portrayed as charming but really they were the first growth of our ideology, they did our work avant la lettre, harbingers of collapse.  For after all from Unitarianism to dismantling whiteness is but a step.  By the grace of a jealous God, as specified.

We're often called a rootless people but this is wrong, we're not at all, certainly not just just because we had no home, we were at home wherever we were, we made ourselves at home.  Indeed, we're one of the few people now who really have roots, they are just not tied to a land, a country, or a nation, little Israel notwithstanding. We're tied to us, not to the idea of us, to the reality of us.  We know how to stick together, to work together, to network, to remain ethnocentric, ethno-obsessed, to practice nepotism, over centuries, over time and space, though thick and through thin, over vast geographic areas.  Everyone knows of our checkered history, the famous one hundred and nine, the expulsions, the migrations, the conversions, the inquisitions, the pogroms so-called, the burning hatreds, the harassment, ejected, but always returning, always returning. We blend in, we creep up on you when you're not aware, we're blatant as can be but seep into the background. We throw fairy dust in your eyes, or we proceed by indirection.  And so it went for centuries. We would ingratiate ourselves with kings, be awarded patronage, be prized middlemen, do their dirty work, earn the ire of the populace, be banished, and brought back.  Always brought back because they couldn't do without us, we made sure of that, as useful as can be.  And slowly we built up secret and fantastic wealth, fantastic networks, webs of subterranean influence, intersecting directorates, interlocking systems,  always moving a little closer to the our goal, never stated but always in mind.  We'd drop out of sight, become one of them, convert, and be indistinguishable from what we were subverting.  They call us foreign, alien, parasite, and that's not far off; but neither is predator, and for them neither is prey. For these many centuries we were outsiders, we infiltrated the elites, we kept to ourselves, the power behind the throne. But that's never enough when the throne beckons. Which of course it always does, particularly among a people seemingly intent on abandoning it.  They were strong when faith was in the saddle but they loosened the reins, and money came in, and us not far behind.

I believe it was that Jew Karl Marx who said that in emancipating the Jews the Europeans themselves became Jews, for all practical purposes. They say he hated Jews but he's in the fold, he's one of us; once a Jew always a Jew's what I say.

In the early nineteenth century the idea of humanity began to spread like wildfire through Europe; now that it's all over we can see that this was the death of them all.   We Jews were still on the margins at this time; but a word began to circulate, circulate in the name of humanity: emancipation. It was a deceptive word, meaning freedom.  Give freedom to the Jews, let them join civil society, base membership in the clan on an idea.  Assent to a proposition!  A German was one who lived in the German states.  What madness comes from the temples of reason!  But for us from then on every year was the Current Year, every year was Year Zero.  We would never bow before other Gods but their civil society we'd salute, mingle freely in their society was fine.  It was to be ours soon enough in any event.  Yes, emancipation, it was certainly an idea whose time had come. It would not be the fist time that freedom could easily be construed as to our advantage.

Some Jews themselves were uneasy with it.  But some Jews are fools. Their concern was that if we blended in we'd lose our fervor....we would cease to be Jews, as if that could ever happen.  No, they needn't worry, we can go underground for however long is needed and we'll arise on the earth no one but ourselves.  Once a Jew always a Jew. Atheist, secular, orthodox, reform, international, indifferent, no difference, always a Jew in the end.  In the meantime be baptized, go into the professions, make a mark, become distinguished, become a European, become English or Italian, marry up, call yourself white, become civilized, speak the native tongue, German, French, whatever, abandon Yiddish, cut your hair, dress in a suit, put on a top hat, put on a bowler, wear a tie, whatever it takes, rise, rise, rise, make a pot of gold, interpenetrate the ruling classes, crash the directory, become doctors, lawyers, judges, writers, editors, publishers, reporters, you name it we're there, the more we're them the more we remain ourselves. And so we did. The long nineteenth century was a banner one for us, we came into our own, came into our power, we were the chimpanzee who put on a suit and rolled around on roller skates: see, they said, they're just like us, and so we shattered a world.

Europe was always just a staging ground for America.  As early as the 1830s Alexis de Tocqueville saw that Russia and the USA would be the twin stars around which the world would one day revolve.  And it was from the so-called pogroms (trumped up as they were) in the latter that we got ejected into the former, it's what led to that poem at the base of that statue, it's what made the liberals cry, it's what made a mass of Jews leave for the New World.  We were under siege you see, and for no reason at all. And so we headed out for our new hunting grounds.

Tocqueville said in the 1830s that the 20th Century would belong to Russia and America, eighty years later we controlled both.

When the Jews first came to America from Eastern Europe the Jews that were already there, who had come from Germany, who were a well dressed, assimilated and prosperous lot said: this could be trouble for us. And no doubt those new arrivals must have been quite a stinking crew. But we clean up nice, don't we?   Once we had undergone out civilizing ordeal.

America with it's ideals, it's openness, it's all men are created equal, it's nation of immigrants, it's huddled masses, it's making the world safe for, it's dedication to a proposition, it's shining city on a hill, it's exceptionalism, it's missionary bent, it's self-made men, it's rugged individualism, was always immensely subject to hijacking by a determined outsider, and by the end we were pushing on an open door.  Otto Von Bismarck said that the most important event in world history was when the first Englishman set foot on the American continent and that was true when he said it; but it was soon eclipsed when the first wave of Jews from Eastern Europe began walking around Manhattan.  Just look at the record. An ancient people living in miserable hovels on the spine of Europe, speaking a barbaric and snarling Yiddish, going in wave after wave into a young country, one about to become a world power; going to an intellectually backwards people susceptible to high sounding balderdash; it's young people ready to leave behind the nation of villages; a rather simple and moral people prone to pangs of conscience; we would soon make them a raceless people capable of offering no defense.  A country created on paper is eternally vulnerable to someone overwriting their script, when you are created by words someone can come along with different ones, or give new meanings to the old.  If a nation is just an idea what happens when we change our mind?  What happens when we win the war on the battlefield that is your children's minds?  By the end it was like walking into a sacred space and finding it empty, abandoned.  No, Hitler had it right: in America we finally found our perfect hunting ground. They even let this alien race scrawl graffiti on their venerable temples.  

The end of the nineteenth century was a fatal time.  After that there was no going back.  It's been said that if the Protocols are fake then a mad unknown genius was in the employ of the czar.  That is definitely true. Whoever he was he was a seer, a man after out own hearts, by violence and make-believe we rule the world!  Spoken like the poet he was.

The two fatally twinned movements, the movements which contradicted each other, complimented each other, completed each other, competed with each other, fed off each other, grew up together, fought each other, if only one could survive in the end, were  Zionism and Scientific Racism. That the latter is world famous and the former confined to the sewers of history is no reflection on their relative merits; ideologies are just masks for power, the power of peoples, and these two were no different; a last ditch effort to save, respectively, the Jews and the Europeans; daggers drawn is war to the knife.  These two, in the scope of history, appearing at the same time, were the twin stars in the drama to come, fatally entwined; one the dream of a homeland, the other of annihilation, or vice versa, if you will,  for by the time it was all over both dreams were the same for those dreaming it, staying alive and decimating the enemy.

It's said that American scientific racism started on a bison range and ended up in Nuremberg.  And it's true, it started on those hunts, ran through conservationism, immigration restriction, birth control, sterilization, progressivism, eugenics, and finally got applied in Germany where it's bible ended up in the famous trial as exhibit 151.  If it seems a declining trajectory it's only because we've made it so; had someone wanted you to think it was something ascending and been able to they would have; but they weren't, they didn't; the arc of history bends only towards those who bend it; the rest get crushed beneath it.  So even the mention of racism coupled with science sends heads spinning, horrifies and scandalizes; but in truth it is rather elementary, if you are a people who loves nature and beauty and purity why wouldn't one want it to remain unblemished, perfect?  The word ecology was dreamt up by a fascist, which was no coincidence, the Nazis were obsessed by personal purity, they banned smoking in public places, they eliminated asbestos, assured that no additives and nothing artificial made it's way into food.  In word they wanted to rid the world of it's toxins, anything foreign, anything extraneous to the initial plan, and of course to them what was a more bitter toxin than a Jew? What more alien presence?  What more corrosive, like an acid bath?  What more foreign pestilence?  With the end in view it seems clear that from our first northern migration it was set in stone that we and the Europeans were headed toward a climactic, shattering moment, one where everything would hang in the balance, for a while; we are drawn to flourishing like moths are to flame, we circle like vultures over carrion, over killed carcasses.  And when we talk about their trying to protect the astonishing success they had, four hundred years of going purely vertical, we get to a man who sensed this, and of whom I speak with nothing but admiration.  For the most part, and once the fighters passed away, it was like playing tennis with the nets down; but earlier, some men had spines of steel.  Some were willing to put their very souls in the balance.  Some were willing to do whatever was necessary to assure the survival of their race, their people, their country, their culture, their dominance and, as such, were worthy foes.  The others, our propaganda to the contrary, are the ones with blood on their hands.

Albert Johnston was a hard drinking newspaperman from a small town in Washington State.  When he became acquainted with the elite scientific racists of Manhattan he was gratified to learn that his old fashioned racism was cutting edge theory.    

When the 1924 Immigration Restriction Bill was passed Madison Grant told a friend that they had finally got rid of the Jews, but he spoke too soon.

In 1931 in Dyerville, California the world's tallest tree was dedicated to Madison Grant, Grant created the science of wildlife management, and he became fascinated by the possibilities of racism after his successful efforts to save animals from extinction by culling the herd.

The scientific racists in America were jealous of their German friends for having a leader who was finally applying their theories.

Nearly the entire American scientific racism establishment was on intimate terms with their Nazi counterparts, Madison Grant knew the Nazis well too but just before his death in 1937 he expressed an ambivalence about this close connection, fearing it could backfire......

There was a de-lousing facility in Poland used for Jews who might immigrate to America, the Nazis later took it over and supposedly used it for other purposes, after the war they said that limiting immigration was fascist because there once was a facility in Poland for Jews.....

The last people who could have saved White America were the WASP scientific racists of the 1920s, Franz Boas feared that there would be wave upon wave of these men with their spines of steel, but it turned out they were the last of a dying breed, and now their names are mud.

Madison Grant liked to brag that the key to political success was organization, and that he could create a group out of thin air and with the right stationary and the right letterhead he could work miracles, though anyone who knew him could have told you that a cold heart never hurts.

As late as the 1930s Franklin Delano Roosevelt could say that America was a Protestant country, and Jews and Catholics were only there on sufferance.

The list of the accomplishments of Madison Grant is a testimony to an industrious age (and takes one's breath away).  He founded the Bronx Zoo, helped build the Bronx River Parkway, was a leader in the movements for immigration restriction, birth control, eugenics, sterilization, led the effort to save the Redwoods, was instrumental in creating the California State Park System, Denali National Park, Yosemite National Park, the Everglades, helped save numerous species from extinction including the elephants of Africa, the Koala, the chinchilla, the gorillas of the Congo, the giant tortoises of the Galapagos, the ibex of Spain, the zebras of South Africa, the elephant seals of Mexico, the giant sable antelopes, the nyalas, the white rhinos, the wisents, and many kinds of whales, though with his one true love, that most charismatic of megafauna, the white race, his luck ran out.  Now as far as nature goes I'm with the American President who said "if they think I give a flying fuck about nature—they're wrong"—but white people seemed to care a lot about it, and so did Grant, and so did that entire generation of scientific racists.  And, of course, along the way he wrote the book that Hitler called his Bible which, I may say, is praise from Caesar.  And more than anything else it was the indefatigableness of the man that impresses.  The fact is that nearly the entire American ruling class in the 1920s was racist and in favor of eugenics, then after the war, or before it really, when our propaganda about Nazi "excesses" (so-called) started filtering back to America, they flipped to a virulent form of anti-racism--and so the game was lost.  It's that simple.  But those men in the top hats in Eastern cities at the turn of the century, they were the last ones who could have beat us.  And the reason they could have was that they were willing to do anything that it took.  And they had the right idea too-—eliminate us.  Don't treat with us, don't try to convert us, don't assimilate us, don't keep us down, don't discriminate against us, don't keep us out of the country clubs, don't keep us out of the colleges, don't stop us from marrying your daughters—or, rather, do all that, but don't stop there—yes, eliminate us, for the game of global domination is the game of total control.  Truly astonishing the unadulterated hate they had, they wanted to make us universal outcasts, to separate their lives from ours in every way possible, to banish us from the realm.  Grant himself in private is bracing—no nonsense about humanity, no treacle about universal anything.  And looking back over the records of my forbears they feared that their advent might spell the denial of their dream, but the fear soon dissipated in the fog of their dying gasp, the last gasp of the final cohort.  As they strode their way around Manhattan like they owned the place, because they did, they must have been an intimidating lot, and for a while they went from victory to victory, strength to strength.  Their later imitators at best would talk of deportation or remigration, as if it were gentleman's tea, but no one wanted to really do anything about it, or put one's soul in the balance.  It still surprises me how people don't grasp the fundamental nature of war. Even after you explain it to them they simply don't get it.  

Henry Adams said that when he saw his first Issac or his first Jacob walking on Boston Commons, straight from the misery of a Cracow Ghetto, speaking a barbaric and snarling Yiddish, he identified with the Indian, as one who had been ejected from his heritage. He was right.  And had he been born Cohen on the Temple mount, he'd have still had it.  

I can say without doubt that the raging battle that was waged between Madison Grant and Franz Boas was the hinge upon which world history pivoted and was, if I can say it, the cross upon which the white man continues to hang.  If that seems extravagant, pay attention, if I seem to give it overmuch attention, look again.  Consult the record. There were others of course, Dewey, Bourne, Kallen, but it was Boas who knew for certain what was at stake, the man keeled over in Manhattan in 1942 while preaching the evils of racism. Lined up behind Grant was the WASP elite, the American Establishment, prominent politicians, the best people on the East Coast, the media, propagandists, magazine editors, magazine writers, amateur scholars, gentleman scholars, folks across the American political spectrum who had rightly and finally woken up to the prospect of race suicide.  But along with Boas was the wave of the future, the Jewish intellectual, some early Protestant misfits, some East Village malcontents, New York Cosmopolites, some professors.  But he had one crucial advantage over the long term, the discipline of Anthropology was in it's infancy and he was a professor, a professional scholar, he had made some serious inroads in the universities.  And just imagine anyone after the war being taken seriously who was not a professor, a certified scholar, a monkey dressed up in a natty suit and tie, or a Bohemian loser talking down the master narratives, another one of our unsung accomplishments, the professionalization of opinion; and Boas would seed these budding hothouses of nonsense, sedition, truckling, and treason with his own kind and they would carry all before them, eventually.   And that, in short, would be that.  

America was started by words on paper and has never lived it down, it was the death of them all.  There is something inherently blank slatist about a country that begins this way, that is conjured out of thin air in some Quaker meeting hall, and when a more powerful and more determined outsider comes in to overwrite the script there is little reservoir of defense.  And this is true, we simply overwrote the script, we wrote our graffiti on the walls of their temples, we unrwote them and wrote ourselves in in indelible ink.  That it would be so easy was what was so surprising, it was like, well, pushing on an open door.  At first though the enemies arrayed against our race seemed quite formidable, quite daunting.  Any dispassionate observer looking on in the early 1920s would have been unlikely to predict the eventual outcome, let alone how much of a rout it was in the end, how we in time went from strength to strength and imposed on them our alien ideology. It's true that a most incredibly acute observer might have observed some cracks in their walls, a crumbling of their facades, some Churches going wobbly, some whites in the wilderness preaching the erasure of themselves, but in the main the fight did not seem fair. But in truth, had one been able to see all the wheels spinning, the issue was already decided the other way...the WASP you see was out of breath...he had become the default position....and no one gets too worked up about a default position.  That some among them valiantly and harshly stirred for a last ditch defense is to their everlasting credit.  Them we can save.  But in the end it was as if they used up every last bit of energy their people had and when they were vanquished (on paper, mind you) they were vanquished the only way you can be, for good. In some outdated history books I have lying around it says that in the old days when a battle was won one person from the losing side would rush the victors, immolating himself in the fire of defeat; they were like that, those great men.

Arthur Gobineau was the first European to talk about the races in a coherent way, he came up with the idea of the Aryans, Alexis de Tocqueville, who was at heart a timid soul, once told Gobineau that with his brilliance he would go far, and with his ideology would do much evil.

It didn't help that frequently the ones who flocked to their banner, though possessing truth, how much truth they knew not, more often than not had a little bit of the crank in them, just a shade of the charlatan.  It started with Gobineau, went on to Galton, went through Chamberlain, and finally made it's way to that Valhalla in Long Island, Cold Springs Harbor.  I always wondered if reputable circumspect American biologists had come to the fold, professional and even keeled men, who had been measured in saying what they knew, and what they didn't, but argued persuasively that genetics held the keys to the coming kingdom, what would have transpired, had they put racism on a respectable basis.  Better for them, worse for us, to be sure.  But instead they got bogged down in catch phrases, Nordic, cephalic, unit characters, family traits, which contained kernels of truth, more than kernels actually, but unprovable at the time, and that easily could be portrayed as bogus and which tended to obscure the eternal truth they possessed.  They focused on stories about Revolutionary War heroes bedding whores and breeding dullards, they interviewed old timers and took what they said about ancient hair lips as stellar incontrovertible evidence.  And so they were like people who possessed gold but muddled the selling of it, and when the gold became obvious generations later our propaganda machine had been so effective, had prevailed so thoroughly, that in Britain the Indian offspring of millennia of high caste genetics could screech in the pages of the Guardian that:  race does not exist!  Had they put all their money into IQ tests, and rode that horse hard, they likely would have prevailed, I mean you scratch a negro and you get what you scratch right?  It wouldn't have taken much to get people to accept that your average African was not going to put on short pants and take us to the moon.  But cranks is cranks and if there's anything America perfected it was cranking out cranks, unless it's doing away with itself.

If you got Madison Grant on the subject of cephalic indexes you had a happy man but Franz Boas ridiculed the notion that a cephalic index (the size of the brain) was related to IQ, and as it wasn't provable then his ridicule won out, when years later magnetic resonance testing proved the racists right it made no difference, so completely had Boas prevailed.

Among the genteel scholars Mr. Grants stands out.  No petering out for him, he knew that with an indomitable will, and a vicious hatred for the alien races, victory could be his, and it was, for a while. When I look back on his career the thing I think most is that at one point in the early 1930s he began to warn of the Southern Border and the Mexican Menace, and said to close the border now, and everyone looked at him like he had three eyes.  What a visionary!  What an implacable will!  What industry! The question is always was the decline and burial of the WASP murder or suicide and of course it was both, it was assisted suicide, it was euthanasia, but if the patient had seen clearly what was happening and got up off the table in time the doctor would have been eliminated.  Well, our Mr. Grants sounded the toscin, raised the alarm bell in the night, his conscience is clear.  There is absolutely no blood on his hands.

It truly is amazing that just as we were coming into our power a small committed minority of them were as well.  They advocated forced sterilization (in fact three generations of imbeciles is three too many), protected the environment, advocated both positive and negative eugenics, came out against smoking, against drinking, saved species, saved trees, went in for birth control, preached the Great War as the White Civil War, warned of the rising tide of color, identified the Jews as collectively a mortal threat to the white race, saw that Jews acted corporately, moved to restrict all non-Nordic immigration, spoke of race suicide, in a word—seers.  But for the final showdown not enough of them could keep up their head of steam.  They should have knocked us out while we were relatively weak.  They could have done it easily.  Instead they let us slip through their fingers.   And the thing about a Jew is if you give us two chances we'll never need a third.

I assume Franz Boas was a sincere man, meaning he was an idiot.  But of all the Jews he was truly the Jewiest, that is, he did us an incalculable service, he put paid to the America Of The Villages.  There is really no one close.  Against every ounce of common sense that most people had he argued that the concept of race, which had been so universally accepted for millennia that most never even thought about it, had no existence whatsoever.  No existence and yet they are all equal!  It would be some time before this absurdity would be amplified to it's logical absurdity by saying not only don't they exist and are all equal but that some are more equal than the others, more equal than whites that is, but an immortal race has nothing but time.  And, moreover, he argued, that race had no impact whatsoever on anyone's capacities or characteristics or proclivities or tendencies, or brains for that matter, eons of evolution and man had somehow-—broken free!  Everyone was a tabula rasa. Indeed, looking back on it those environmental anthropologists resemble nothing so much as the creationists that at the time they deemed the most absolute know-nothings.  You see, for them, a person's personality and capabilities sprung ex nihilo from the social world, environment was all, take the most benighted Australian Negroid and put him Berlin at just the proper moment, and he'll be composing sonatas, just like that, as if sonatas weren't bred in the bone.  And Boas took this cock-eyed idea, that there were no races or that there was only one race, the human race, and he beat them down. And you see the thing about it is, if environment is everything, and there is no human nature, if man is infinitely plastic, totally malleable, if you think about it, there can be no limit to our tyranny.  

When it came to Americans at large and the nature-nurture question there was always something latent boding well for our side, Lincoln in the log cabin and all that ridiculousness, every man a king, the optimism of a people always starting over, always lighting out for the territory, wiping the slate clean, picking up stakes, assuming new identities, as it were, so they were particularly stupid when it came to the big picture.  And of course the depression we engineered (banking minutiae) played into our hands, normally when things get scarce people turn on each other, but such was the brilliant homogeneity of the American people at that time that hard times actually drew them closer, in deep sympathy one with the other, and no one was wanting to hear about a master race, a hard doctrine, I'll admit.  In fact, since 1933, really, we ran the show.

So Grant and Boas had their little duel.  It played out in University Anthropology Departments, in access to government grants, in magazines, in newspapers, on boards, in meetings, in letters, in government institutions.  Each of the two would review a book of the other, or have their proxies or surrogates do it, they vied for votes on committees, each circling the other warily,  knowing that the other was too respected in certain quarters for an all out assault.  Relative to the other they generally kept their mouths shut in public, though in private one was the worst thing of all—a Jew, an alien—and the other was the worst thing of all—a non-scientist, a charlatan.  What particularly galled Grant and his circle was that Boas was turning Anthropology into a study of the marriage and sexual habits of savages, they'd travel thousands of miles to see the ritual aspects of some defunct tribe—why study a beaten people? Why romanticize an extinguished race?  Prior to that Anthropology was always the study of race and now it was the study of what?—pottery shards? What galled Boas and his henchmen and henchwomen was the smugness of them all and that they weren't practicing--wait for it--science!

And to give you an idea of how the wind blew over time Grant's protege Lothrop Stoddard was a widely respected writer in the 1920s and could speak comfortably against Jews in popular magazines, the everyday Jew hate of the average man in the street, the small change of life, really; but by the mid 1930s he confided in friends that the subject had become delicate and he found himself watching his tongue on the matter.  In his lectures at the Army War College he dropped the subject of Jews altogether and after Hitler's racial ideology was beaten he would die socially discredited and in obscurity in 1950.  This is how this country remembers it's prophets and great men.  And Linbergh, whose prestige was unparalleled, found himself at the short end of our wrath and paying the price for his untoward and ill-timed words about us.  In private letters Anne Morrow said that even though she agreed with him she wished her husband hadn't said those things about the Jews, that nothing was worse than the prospect of pogroms on Jews in America, nothing was worse than anti-Jewish violence, that even war was better than that, even losing one's country was better than that.  Better to die, apparently, than to hate! Better to die than to live!  Lindbergh!  This was a man who to wake himself up on his way to Paris dipped his craft into the troughs of the waves to have the water splash his face. But we are fiercer than any ocean.    

It didn't help them that we (we being the Jewish media arm) glossed over the much worse things the Soviets were doing and pointed to the little upsets of Germany.  In the 1930s the Soviet Union had murdered murdered millions of people and for these pains the Roosevelt's administration recognized their government, and spoke warmly of them. Hitler knocked off a few of his own followers and broke some windows and in the American media (see Jews, above) they were a byword for pure evil. We could point to the interlocking directorate between Nazis and the Americans, normal business of a people who wish to survive, and they fell all over themselves with a sickening remorse.  And then there were those those trodden on little Jews, that ship that got turned back!  We could say: you don't want to be like Nazis, do you?  Do you?

How Boas did it was by working through the very institutions that not too many years prior would have barred us outright (when they still possessed sense).  We really did, you see, overwrite the script.  While the young discipline of Anthropology was still growing and the opposition was allied with the government and putting out periodicals Boas was seeding with his acolytes the vanguard of the future—the universities.  While they had great stationary and sterling names on the letterhead and were taking Rockefeller money Boas had students and soon heads of departments all over the country—and they were teaching the next ones, to control the future control the minds of children, for the minds of children are eternal and universal battlefields.  And it must be said the race scientists, though they had eternal truth on their side, were preaching a hard dogma, we an inviting one.  As a poet who was no fan of our race said truly:  human kind can bear very little reality. And nothing was more inviting than equality, universal brotherhood, egalitarianism, a fair chance for everyone, all men are after all created equal.  It says so right there on the dotted line.  Would Thomas Jefferson lie?

Of course we had more work to do but in truth the deal was done.  It amuses me to no end to read the books of the early 21st century and see how they describe "race science", admittedly a forbidding name, as discredited.  Most of those scholars are Jewish, of course, and take their cues from one ours, a true hack but serviceable for sure, Gould, but even the ones that are not are obedient to the general plan, knowing all too well how bread gets buttered.  But how such "scholars" can be so ignorant of the epochal work going on even then in genetics, and now even more so, is beyond me.  Or perhaps they knew but wanted to keep it under wraps, with humans the race between stupidity and duplicity is always a close run thing.  Either way, they kept repeating the bromides. It's been discredited!  Everyone knows it!  You're not a Nazi, are you? But they served their purpose in the last push of the great awakening.  They are gone now, of course; being of no use.  

On the eve of the Second World War the race scientists were all dead or were outcasts, or soon to be.  Men in top hats were already dinosaurs. Their name was mud, we dragged them through it.  Boas as mentioned died during the war keeling over in Manhattan inveighing against them. But his pupils lived on, his ideas lived on.  And were about to make a killer entrance into the annals of history.

In the 1920s men who held the views of a later time's Dissident Right were deeply respected, socialized with Presidents, sat on boards, referred to FDR in letters as "Dear Frank",  thirty years later men with the same views were nearly universally looked on as moral monsters.

The question remains, how did it happen?  Into the early 20th century the American people were a materialistic people but a stern and a forbidding one.  We think of Rockefeller handing out thin dimes to street urchins.  But if there is one thing true about immigration it's that every people you mix in effects the blend, changes the people in ways subtle and unsubtle, and there is no doubt that by the 1920s the Americans, with their novel and at times exotic mix of ethnics, were fast becoming a sensual people, a ravenous people, a lazy people, the tone got lowered, as is said.   And with the Depression they became a frightened people, and when a sensual people becomes a frightened people they do not go looking for bad ideological news, it's only hope and optimism that they can bear.  So the flinty Yankee gave way to the little dark eyed brunette—and all soon being swept up in the rancid patriotism of the war  so that the nation of villages was left behind, left behind once and for all, without really too much of a look back.

Now to the annals of history such as they are, such as they were, for we Jews are nothing if not sophists, we proceed by misdirection.

Germany was the end of the line for the universalizing mission of Rome, they got ambushed in a forest and had to give up, had to turn back, wept over their legions, but we had better luck.  For it's true that until the end of time (last week) the German people had always been the bone caught in the throat of anyone who would rule the world.  For any universalizing mission it's always Germany that must perish.

Hitler was always the horse we always wanted to ride, no sooner was he dead than we symbolically dug up his corpse and have ever since continually paraded it around the public square so when anyone gets out of line we can point to it and say don't forget, Hitler....

I'm not saying he wasn't our implacable foe, he was, or that he was a pilgrim, he wasn't, or that he didn't cross and re-cross a line or two, or engage in excesses, he did, that much is obvious, but just that unlike the reports of his death the reports of his crimes, such as they were, were greatly exaggerated.  Did he have blood on his hands?  Hardly. For is it a crime to want a country of your own? Is it a crime to want your people to survive? Is it a crime to want to secure one's future for oneself and one's posterity?  It would seem to me the real crime is the opposite, a crime unprecedented, to deliver your people to being replaced by another.  No, we fought Hitler with all our might and main, and then turned him into the ideological gift that keeps on giving not because he was a criminal, he wasn't.  We did it because he was in our way. It still surprises me how slowly some are to grasp the laws of war, the laws of biology, and the laws of demographic conflict, and how shocked they are to hear them.

Nazism was an experiment in applied eugenics.  It was putting the broad, solid, eternal laws and principles of biology to use for social and political life, in the service of the people.  

Written in 1925 The Great Gatsby is the only book published prior to 1945 that contains both the words "holocaust" and "swastika", my staff assures me of this, they've done the cross-checking of this seeming anomaly. Fitzgerald complained to Ed Wilson that the southern Italians were practically Negro (there goes the neighborhood!), and that American naturalization should be limited strictly to English and Swedes.  In Gatsby Nick enters Manhattan in a car and sees, he says, two black bucks being chauffeured by a white man and notes, accurately, that one never knows what one will see when one enters Manhattan. And of course there is Wolfsheim, the predator, the Jew to out Jew all Jews.  And of course he was published by Scribners, the same firm that published Grant and Stoddard, the latter being famously being referenced in the novel, unless it was that other guy the allusion was about, the one who wrote about the hair lips and the morons, even my excellent staff can't yet say for sure, so we'll put a pin in it, for now.  Thus it's not a leap to put two and two together, that this great American novel is not in anyway about something as banal as the fragility of the American Dream, as untold numbers of English teachers, obedient to the general plan, have said, but rather how the clean green breast of the New World was destroyed and desecrated by Jews, Blacks, and assorted mongrels, causing decent folk to retreat to the German Midwest.  That's the theory, a least, but one I hold with.  They got to beat us down.

The Passing Of The Great Race was exhibit 151 at the Nuremberg Trials.   It started on a bison hunt.......

The USA entered the First World War only after Britain promised a homeland in Palestine to the Jews and the Jews gave the signal to Wilson that it was safe to make the world safe for democracy, that is, safe for Jews.  Hitler remembered this perfidy of Albion perfectly well, having cause to.......

After the war we concocted the allegation that Hitler was supposed to have said near the end that he never loved Germany, by then we had a cross between a stranglehold and a death grip on world media so the famous last words slipped into the realm of history, people only know what they read in the papers, our papers......

The message to the Germans was:  neither should you, you shouldn't love Germany either.   Had we wanted them to believe something else they would have.

If someone was in in the mood they might have thought that equally on trial those months in Nuremberg was the scientific racism of the Americans in the 1920s, that the so-called liberators were the real Nazis; in this way we had our view to the future. We brought in the American sterilization laws, the three generations of imbeciles is enough, the various eugenics movements, the close connection between German and American racists, and so we planted seeds that would bloom in a million flowers in the glorious anti-racist future.  We got them thinking: were the liberators really all that different from the ones they conquered?  Indian Genocide?  Slavery?  Jim Crow? The Klan?  The color line?  Weren't they just part and parcel of the same authoritarian system,  all far down on the F Scale?  White man Nazi, that was the lesson and message, one the white man learned all too well in coming years, being an eager and obedient student, an apt pupil—white man Nazi.  Patton is said to have said that the trials weren't cricket--that they offended his Saxon sense of fair play—indeed they must have! What a world of difference between Saxon fair play and eternal Jewish victory. As for Patton himself he is said to have said some bad things about some little Jews, and it must have been quite a shock for such as him to discover that he and his men had been used as a blunt instrument in the furtherance of an international criminal conspiracy.  Imagine his chagrin!  But we all need to wake up sometime, smelling the coffee is good for the soul.  And had he lived he would have been a minor irritant, at most, his prestige was enormous, but we had laid the groundwork with how he treated the men, that slap was truly unfortunate, boo hoo hoo, etc.  Even he would have seen that there are some things you just can't say about us, at least not with impunity. But he didn't live, you'll recall.

When one starts thinking one starts thinking about Adolf Hitler.

Hitler!   Now there was a man!  One after our own hearts, who saw things as we did, eye to eye, a brother under the skin.  To have utterly defeated such a worthy foe makes the victory all the sweeter.   Had he never existed it certainly would have been necessary for us to have invented him.   Yeoman's work for sure he did us, he's the gift that keeps on giving. I had one of my students who was looking  through the archives wonder if the H Logo for the long defunct History channel stood for Hitler and, clever as I am, I said no, it stands for Holocaust.  When I think of Hitler (which is the beginning of wisdom) I think of the question: could it have been different?   For certainly Hitler was their very last stand, the last thing that could have possibly withstood us, compared to him even Grant and the rest were bush league, for we could not make peace with that, we could not possibly let the white man have a country to call his own.  And they couldn't have a country to call their own with us. It's as simple as that.  The old us/them binary, who/whom and Jew/Gentile, the selfish gene is an amoral monster pursuing a blind and relentless will to power. Could it have gone different?  If perhaps he had had the later concept of whiteness and brought the whole flock into the fold he could have prevailed, perhaps; and had he, prevailed that is, there would be statues of him in every city in Europe.  But now, alas, his name is a byword for absolute evil.

It was always the German people who got in the way of every international dream, and we were not going to make Rome's mistake and get bogged down in some godforsaken German forest, where they say Freedom was born (though it was stillborn), that we could not allow.  Anyway it was never by arms but always by make-believe that we rule this world, an uncanny something that is more than any army.   How many divisions do we have?   How many have you?

Germany must perish!    A rallying cry, no doubt.  When I think of how history was falsified on the spot, at the time, how little the American people were allowed to know.  Hitler wants an alliance with the white world, I can't hear you, Hitler wants peace with Britain, scrambled in the telling.  We bamboozled them, really.  Only let filter out what was consonant with the general plan.  But we knew, and our surrogates in government knew, and that was all that mattered.  Hitler had to be stopped.  Germany needed to be pastoralized, pacified, they were our ancient enemy of only a century or so.  And, really, it's fascinating that we even had the chance, that we could stand up on our hind legs and say: we're Americans!   American as you, or more American, really, we believe all are equal, and we have our right to our opinions.  And in our opinion the Nazis represent the apex of evil and American boys (our boys!) should drive them from the face of the earth, they should be used crudely as a blunt instrument in furtherance of our international criminal conspiracy.....

In the 1920s there were three components to the Democrat party: rural Southerners, Northern Ethnics, and Jews.  When we all hit the jackpot in 1933 the first two clamored for jobs and patronage, lined up dutifully at the trough, but not us, instead we became very interested in foreign policy, for as a people we always keep our eye on the main chance.......  

And the timing was something, how we made our nearly vertical and sudden ascent up the back of America, letting it launch us into the stars, how we came from miserable Cracow ghettos speaking a snarling Yiddish, and nearly found ourselves, just like that mind you, atop the world of this brand new colossus—and no sooner had we than---came a man who could stop it.  It really was a pretty brilliant pas de deux, it was because we were we and you were you!  When you think about it he was the only one who saw clearly what was happening and was willing to put his soul in the balance, if that was even necessary, to redress it.  Worthy adversary!  Implacable foe!  Many can talk but who can kill?  Who is willing to take the existence of his people in his hands and kill for it? Animals in the wild have no compunction.  He saw that with our infinite network we were circling the globe, that finance was becoming a god, the rabble as bankers, that markets would soon suck in everything that was not firmly rooted, and even that would be a close run thing, we'd jar that loose too in the end; that we had the rising power of the West, even if we would ultimately lose that of the East, we had this stupid rising power, this Goliath in short pants, wrapped around our gold ringed fingers, in our deep pockets.  And we would stand atop it.  And with this wind at our backs, after centuries of scheming and manipulation from mere pockets of power, what could we not accomplish? Everything, that's what.  The whole world would be at our feet. And he saw with crystal clarity that it must be stopped, now not later, there was no time after the present.  He saw that what was needed was more than autarky in one country but, at the least, autarky in one continent.  There came a movement in the teens of this century of those claiming that the European Union was nothing but Nazism writ large, a direct lineage and genetic descendant, but they mistook means and ends, two men may get in an identical hand basket but only one will be going to hell.  And for our incipient EU (one world is enough for all of us......), our game of global domination, Hitler knew that Germany needed to assert a rival reign to supplant it, to combat it, if not defeat it, this was really the stuff of high drama, the true story of that war, the crucial one, it would make great reading were anyone alive to tell it. Instead we got syrupy pablum, stories of Democracy and Tyranny, and pious speeches at Normandy, and old battle-axes and womanly men preaching and screeching about the liberal order even as it crumbled at their traitorous feet.  For the propaganda surrounding the Second World War, then as well as now, was that it was a war against totalitarian dictatorship and for freedom, but really it was that a sharp eyed Germanic people saw clearly the net that was being thrown over the world by us and tried to elude it, but missed.  The rest of it is just catnip for the masses. Of course we covered that up in Old Glory, our new calling card, and the UN, and world peace, and boo hoo hoo about the Jew and his six million, and anti-communism when it came to that and, well, you know the rest. No, Hitler is a man we can respect, and not even begrudgingly, a man after our own hearts, a man who fought for his people, as we fought for ours.  It would make no more sense for us to bear him any personal ill will than to be upset by animals killing in the wild.  For surely at this late date it is a truth universally recognized that a people who are unwilling to defend themselves deserve to perish.   He was never that, God bless him.

When I think of him now I think of him as a man with tremendous courage, who educated himself to the truth, the truth of what we were doing, and said it plain.  Of course it was easy to brand him as a lunatic, as a clown, the ludicrous dictator, because who could believe we were doing such a thing, or who could admit to it, it seemed so warped, even as we were doing it right out in the open.  No, by that time we had trained them well to hate Jew hate above all and even the smallest hint of it was in bad odor among their elites, it's why the Lindbergh wife dreaded it, better they perish than hate.  I can tell you, comrade, as one who has savored it, there is no more perfect crime than getting away with it and calling all who object criminals and insane ones at that, it really is looping the loop, getting your victims to defend you, a species of madness some used to call the Amy Biehl syndrome, named after a seditious white women who went to help the blacks in South Africa, and paid the predictable price (help the coal, pay the toll, as was once said).  Ms. Biehl's parents later traveled to the rainbow nation and forgave the ones who hit their daughter in the head with a rock (one liberal, one grave).  As for us cranking up the propaganda machinery to enforce a general obedience to the general plan, and a Talmudic taboo against deviating from it, take Hitler's book.  If you believe what we say about it his style was poor, shoddy, and disjointed, pedestrian at best, his thoughts confused, but of course few read it, though it's sold freely on the open market.  But when one reads him with an open mind one finds him to be perfectly lucid, workmanlike perhaps, with the faults of the self-educated, but a fine serviceable workingman's style nonetheless.  And, needless to say, a penetrating analysis.  But we've attached the stigma to him, that he was some unlettered bumpkin, an unreconstructed racist rube rallying the racist rubes, an atavistic reversion, some self made monster, when in fact he was nothing of the kind.  He was a man who looked at things slowly and deeply, scratched his head, stared at them, stared at them again, studied them, took deep breaths, went back over and over them until it was all finally clear in his mind, and so over long periods of time worked things out for himself.  But if you only read the papers, our papers, you'd never know the truth. Indeed, his book shows that he did have a great struggle, had a great overcoming, to see though everything, and elucidate it perfectly, and then get cast as a joke, a criminal.  It's ironic that his last inheritors and imitators would label the intermediary world that we cast over the old one, that we overwrote the script with as "clown world", which is getting close to the bone.  But of course to the honest observer he was anything but a clown, though one of ours pictured him as the clownish dictator.  It's true, he had no pedigree, no lineage, came from common stock, but then Lincoln was born in a cabin, and his high sounding phrases were stultifying and stupid--—dedicated to a proposition indeed, any nation not dedicated to it's own survival will be gone soon enough.  When he arrived on the scene we knew we had to handle him with special care, to go all in on defaming him, on anathematizing him, on placing him well beyond the pale, off the reservation, others wrote him off but we never did.  When the reprisals started we knew that this was to be a war to the knife, we knew that he and we were fatally entwined, knew that this was the final showdown, winner take all, and everything would be swept before it.  For instance how much of the ultimate reaction against scientific racism came from it's association with Hitler?  See, we said, this is what it means, see?  This is what it comes to.  Few had the stomach for it when you put it that way. Indeed, in the annals of subversion the 1930s are an underrated time, textbooks were changing, history was being re-written, public officials were being re-educated, mouths were being closed, people were being shut up, a chill went over the land vis-a-vis the Jews, what one could say about us was being curtailed, the story line was subtly changing, and all from our perspective, all at our behest.  If anyone objected we said: Hitler? That's not what you are is it?   And so quickly, before he even did a thing, we ratcheted up our propaganda to warp and wailing speed, and he became the world historical monster of our own making.  I tell you had he never existed it would have been necessary for us to invent him, which we did after all.   Which we did.

Seen from a certain angle it's easy to see Hitler as barbaric, certainly his racial ideology has gone out of fashion, at least when it's articulated, we live it of course as a matter of course as do you my dear friend.  But the ideology's passing was only because in the years following the war civilization had reached a kind of plateau, one from which it was really impossible to see the past, the war had been a cataclysm no one wanted to peer back over except to be rid of it.  When the state of war returned, or at least an intimation of it, things looked somewhat different. What no one could think at the time was that he was doing what was necessary, he was acting in the extremity of the future, his future, his people's future, seeing the cold hand of total defeat that his people were being subtly dealt; but then such is the general fate of visionaries, we forget too  easily that the canary in the coalmine as often as not comes up dead.

There's a scene in The Stranger (1946) when an ex Nazi played by Orson Welles in order to cover his tracks tells Edward G Robinson that the German is incorrigibly evil and must be destroyed and driven from the face of the earth.  Mr. Robinson emigrated to the USA and fabricated some personal small-scale pogrom he witnessed in the old country, not his country, but the old one, and said when he came to the USA at age ten he felt for the first time free.   I'll bet he did, I know many people felt the same way, many people like Robinson, who were Jewish, more than a few up my family tree.

Gemany Must Perish!  We laid it on with a trowel, it's true, you can never lay it on too thick.  Germany Must Perish!  My god, read from the perspective of a later humanity what a dreadful book that was, one probably unwise to publish, but we got a away with it, we always do.  We were on the side of the angels by then, or damn close to it. What was the small change of life regarding what you could say about us not ten years before was now viewed with distaste, and so Jew hate was driven underground, where it belongs, if you could say boo about the Jew by then you could just say it barely. And in the first glow of our slow acceptance we made Hitler the pariah he is today; we truly created a monster, anathematization on a cosmic, industrial scale. Prior to that a man such as Lindbergh would think nothing of getting a service cross pinned to his chest by Nazi officialdom, little did he know that soon enough he would be seen as having supped with Satan with an exceedingly short spoon!  How could he have known?  He was just following the protocols of  the Knights of old.  But the reins were about to loosened, faith dimmed, chivalry dead; this new world we were creating was not going to be cricket.

But they had the right idea alright, they were taking hygienic caution, it was a racial prophylactic, they were seeing the world with clear eyes and taking the measures that were necessary for survival.   One can only laud that, most people want to live, though when not faced with having to prove it most will deem it a reversion, they are a squeamish lot; looking back there were the race suicide prophets in America, the alarm bell in the night about the rising tide of color, which by the fifties simply seemed odd; but everything in the post war world blurred reality, the battle between Russia and America froze it in an ice from which it was released in 1989, history resuming just as the neoliberals were saying it was ending; but the ones who saw clearly in 1940 knew that they were at the choking point, and theirs was the only way to save a civilization, a culture,  people, a race, a way of life.  For what we have now is not that, a civilization that is.  The machines goes on like before but no one can really distinguish it from the operators.

Germany did perish, thank god.  With them out the way it was smooth sailing, for the most part.  Some unreconstructed Southern racist was no match for our Fuhrer.  We wailed at the dogs on chains, and the water hoses, and the lunch counters, and cried them rivers about the back of the bus, and the eternal corpse of Emmett Till (may God rest his useful soul), but a man who can walk into a hospital and put  patients to sleep-—that man means business, that man would throw fire down on a school rather than let a black girl walk in.  

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But, comrade, I must leave dear Adolf for now, otherwise I'd go on forever, he is truly inexhaustible. Here at the Ministry I have employees look up and bring me odd arcana about him, I think I must be one of the few remaining experts on him, for most he's just some vaguely evil spirit from a dead past, something with which to startle the horses and scare the womenfolk from time to time but little more.  I have the misfortune to be an historical man in an unhistorical age.  And now that all the tension has gone out of history it's hard to understand that at one point, when the outcome was not apparent to all, any political or social issue could be resolved by reference to him, it was as if he had subsumed in his person everything from the past and brought it to it's primal and irreducible level. His thought and his life are the gifts that will always repay attention for he brought history down to it's focal point, shorn of everything superfluous, in his itinerary is the entirety of human existence; his works, his words, his deeds are endless.  Even I, old cynic that I am, learn something new from him now and again, from time to time.  But basically he reminds us of the law of life, prevail or perish. And one should never feel any guilt for wanting to prevail or for prevailing. Otherwise you have been captured by an eighteenth century paradigm, when the living was easy.  That, I assure you, was never our problem.

William James said that for a people being moral is more important than survival.   Jean Raspail said that if the white man was to survive he was going to have to do things that will put his soul in the balance.  I suppose that is true for everyone, either way, you must choose.  Hate or die?   Which will it be?

Before we turn to the post war era, the era of desultory mopping up, there's one last question I have for Adolf.  Was he wise in all he did?  The question is asked again and again.  A last gasp is one thing but a foolhardy thrust is another.  HP Lovecraft was thrilled by Hitler's emergence, by his advent, he said that he thought that the man could and would  rejuvenate the European peoples.  That was in 1933 but just before his death in 1937  Lovecraft said he worried that Hitler was becoming too extreme in his policies and in the end he might have the exact opposite effect of what he intended, which he did, we know by now. Was he right? History has many cunning passages....could he have taken the Junger route?  Drawn a circle around Germany and wished the world of color away?  Simply expelled the Jews?  Got them a homeland in Palestine? Made a nice little white country of his own?  I think not.  I think he sensed not only the gravity of his situation but the finality of it, that after him was the deluge.  Hitler was an impulsive man, but in this instance I think his impulse was correct.  He sensed which way the wind was blowing, he saw the French pour coloured troops into Germany, he saw anti-colonialism rearing it's ugly head, he saw the various ideologies of race-mixing being bandied about and finding a receptive audience among fools, he saw the American Negro looking for a place in the sun and, above all, he saw that we Jews were getting more and more powerful every year.  The white world around him was becoming morally weak and no country is an island, and unless the rot was excised then or soon it would soon engulf them all. Look at Eastern Europe in the 20s, they made their stand, they had their mini baby booms, but were unable to withstand the rising tide of...what do we call it...color...yes, color....they made their half-hearted try but our markets swamped them in the end, they were small peoples unable to withstand the tsunami.  Hitler rightly knew or sensed that racial autarky was an incredibly difficult thing to maintain, amidst prosperity that is, prosperity coupled with moral weakness, that race is that promiscuous thing, it's hard to make it impermeable, there's always someone sneaking off to the hay bale, that unless it is vigorously and jealously guarded it always bastardizes, it always becomes unstable, there is always a fox in the hen house somewhere, and there's always a negro in her wood pile, safe to say.  And we held the Anglo world in our clutches and Weimar, well, Weimar was just dormant, incubating, ready as ever to return, break out, a virus poised to become an epidemic. So it was, as the Americans used to say, when they were a much more confident lot, do or die.  And who knows, if he had punched through to the oil fields the world might have become a very different place.  If he had went pan-white, perhaps? Of course there was the bomb, the Jew Bomb. Would goy have bombed goy? Gentile on gentile?  Would they have been that obedient to the general plan?  Ah, who knows. History not only has many cunning passages, it always deceives by vanity in the end, but now no more, not now that it has ended.  But who can think of anything more dramatic, a man, a great man, a world historical man, the world historical man, makes one roll of the dice for the white man, come up snake eyes, but just barely; and the die is cast.  It's a story someone really ought to tell.

There are other theories too, that Weimar wasn't so bad and would have reformed, that Strasser could have threaded that perfect needle, Hitler never should have abandoned Feder, etc, that Nietzsche detested petty bourgeois anit-semites, the same old tripe, and I notice that the people who promote these theories tend to be over-serious Christians, so see poisoned chalice, see Trojan Horse, above, if you even bother.

Once Hitler was presumed dead and we put those pictures of bulldozed bodies on American movie screens History, with a capital H, was over. Just like that, amazing.   We eternal sophists had to blind our eyes.  Even we were a little startled by the suddenness of it.  It's true that the Holocaust, with a capital H, and that stands for trouble, did not emerge for some time, but one belt, one road, right?  All we have is time, we are the immortal race after all.  And now that we have allied with our equally stout and unwavering Han brothers (who also wanted to live forever and never hesitated for a single moment as to how to deal with their undesirables) all we have is the future.  Standing there in 1945 for all intents and purposes we might have seemed a defeated race, but for all intensive ones we had prevailed, we were on the cusp of a true breakout.  Who could see it?  A few.  Patton belly-ached....but what could he do?  He was dead, not having been obedient to the overall plan.  The others had been discredited.  No one knew or cared, but L. Stoddard lived on until 1950, a relic, a vanquished relic, an ideological husk.  Our enemies had been vanquished before us, our moral enemies, our mortal ones, and the world breathed new air, the air of An American Dilemma, a watered down American Creed, and the UNESCO statement on race. Safe to say that no one had a good word to say for racial ideologies, or racism or, even, race, that non-existent thing.  Oh, racism had turned Europe into a field of ruins, but anti-racism would level it all, we made sure of that. We would soon make genocide a right of the peoples, we would clothe tyranny in tolerance.  And it really wasn't all that hard when you're dealing with a weakened people. If you want to destroy a people you sever their roots, you destroy their history, you destroy their classics....you know the drill. Soon dead white males would be the red headed step children of the world.  But let us not move too fast.   Let us linger over the intervening four decades, the beginning of what was really little more than a clearing of accounts.

With Hitler dead and buried we had our totem, our talisman, our bogey-man, our thing-that-goes-bump-in-the night, our salutary example to the goyim, with him in our pocket there is nothing we could not do, he was truly the horse we always wanted to ride.......

No one writes history any more as we don't like to overmuch burden our youth with useless trivia but if one were to write the history of Modern America they should divide it like this:

1890 to 1950:   Softening Up

1950 to 2000:  The Great Unraveling

2000 to 2030:  Knock Out Blow

2030 to Present:  Death And Burial

One theory of social movements is that they succeed to the extent that their leaders possess "social capital" in the form of ties to the mass media, corporate cultural intermediaries, and the state intelligentsia---where dominant interpretations of reality are generated.

Of course we were a racial movement not a social one and we didn't have ties, we were it.  After the war we had New York, Hollywood, the universities, newspapers, all were in our pockets and we generated the dominant interpretation or reality which was of course: white man bad; and later on, when the time was right, white skin bad, dark skin good.  We like to keep it simple, by make believe we rule this world.

What happened in the decades after the war was not a cultural revolution it was something much more, and much better, it was a social revolution, everything solid melted into air.  If in 1960 one wanted to see pornography it was certainly possible but one would need to go to the weirdo part of town, to the weirdo theater, or to the weirdo book shop.  In short, one would be a weirdo.  A half century later not only would one be saturated with pornography, up to one's eyeballs in it, filled to the very gills with it, by watching it one would not be a weirdo, the weirdo would be the one who still said you were a weirdo (hang-ups you see).  A world turned upside down is one that can be ruled by violence, and of course by make believe, inversion is the best kind of magic.

They had rights but we gave them human rights in order to take them away.

And that's all it ever really was from May, 1945 on, a mopping up exercise, an index on the end-ex, a collecting of our winnings.  Just how massive was the win? As a for instance it's a sign of how America was overtaken by an alien ideology that what for over a century was an icon of Liberty was changed to mean they must submit to being invaded by alien races whose rule over them meant the end of their Liberty.

We overwrote the script.  Let me say that again: we overwrote the script. A country created on paper, out of thin air, created in a Quaker meeting hall, was particularly subject to this horrible indignity.  Better for a nation to be born in the mists of time beyond recall, any nation created on a rational basis will evaporate like morning mist.

We employed a long term and multi-faceted strategy to destroy White America but it boiled down to this, our strategy was very simple, very simple from beginning, from the time we washed up on their shores:  it was to mongrelize the in group until there is no in-group, mongrelize the in group until they have lost not just the ability to survive but the will do it.

Leslie Fiedler said that in the 1950s in Manhattan every gentile who came to the big city to become a big intellectual immediately started taking on the role of the little Jew, dressing like a Jew, acting like a Jew, speaking like a Jew, assuming the aspect and accents and affect of a Jew, and in this way American culture become thoroughly Jewish, which is an homage to power indeed......

We of course had our Frankfurt Group, our Adorno, our F scale, but I'd like to point out one that is often overlooked. It was the Civil Rights movement after all the was the dagger in their hearts, the subversive movement that was the paradigm for all the insanity that followed, it took their rights away and racially degenerated them.  And it was Brown v. Board which was the camel's nose in the tent, little black boys and girls and little white boys and girls and all of that disgusting nonsense, our lawyers saw to that, we Jewed up the Courts until they buckled like a cheap suit. They dragged their feet on implementing it, but it was the principle that mattered, nine robed visionaries properly shamed and coaxed could degrade the racial character of a nation of 200 million.  And behind that scam was an actually fairly little known (and less read, understandably) book by a guilty Swede, Myrdal's An American Dilemma (funded by the Carnegie Corporation, Yaweh love it). A stealth bomb that book, the unheralded keys to the kingdom.

Myrdal himself was a rather obtuse fellow, and his theory was that America was racist and had always been racist, and that in order to remove this stain it had to stop being racist.  They were wrong to defend themselves he says.  The color line, the only thing standing between anyone and the abyss, was made anathema.  It was written in 1944, weighing in at a dull thousand plus pages, just at the time the stampeded goyim were doing our dirty work in Germany; and the Swede did a number on America's elite, not hard you say, and you're right, they were a thinned out and rather unimpressive lot.  It's also the book that gave us the phrase "The American Creed" (see countries created out of thin air, above).  The book had a unique and undue influence in all the right quarters and was the key to Brown, etc., indeed a generation of white folk were inculcated in the idea that there should be no white folk.  The Swedes, my god, what a godforsaken people.

And some time in there, a little before or after, was the UNESCO statement on race, that there are no races and that they are all equal, that miscegenation does not lead to racial decline, that race was a social myth, etc., all of it certified by FDR's ghost, Eleanor Roosevelt, and Alger Hiss. That nominally serious people could have taken so seriously such child like fantasy beggars belief, it wasn't even high sounding balderdash, it was low-brow balderdash, but what was said of the Germans was true of white folk in general, they were always at your throat or at your feet.  Indeed, if we had a guiding star, it was that there are no races, that there was only one race, the human race, and that racism, something endemic and perfectly natural to humans, so natural that for thousands of years no one gave it a second thought, was anathema. We are racialists preaching anti-racialism, racists selling anti-racism, even as we are sophists proceeding by misdirection.  But then if you can believe that Ashley Montagu is a reasonable sounding name for a Jew you'll believe in anything, however far-fetched it is.    

Civil Rights (meaning no rights for the white man) was the vanguard but so much came in it's wake, and though it was ostensibly for blacks you can be sure we Jews lawyered the shit out of it.  And it's true:  equality is a weapon. If we had a theory it was if it was standing knock it down, knock it down until there was nothing left, nothing left for them but their eyes to see their own destitution. Kinsey, the Pill, free speech, psychedelics, rock and roll, imagine there's no country, race riots, assassinations, Miranda, no payer in schools, feminism, women in the work place, the two parent trap, outsourcing, abortion, gay rights, trans rights, the Loving ruling, pornography, the sexual revolution, the cultural revolution, the social revolution, globalism, libertarianism, Vietnam, anti-racism, no fault divorce, Dead White Males, the patriarchy, affirmative action, anti-colonialism, black power, Chicano Power, nothing comes between me and my Calvins, fists in the air at the Olympics,  Stonewall, Lady Chatterly, Playboy, Jackson Pollock, Pop-Art, modern art, an end of the great narratives, I could go on but, safe to say, to the average white man watching this all on television it must have been one massive  indignity after another.   It was the great unraveling. Everything solid melted into air........

Somewhere in there too (1976) a Jewess with a jaw-locking prose style named Judith Butler announced to the world that biological sex did not exist but rather there was something called gender which existed only in the mind.  Only in the mind, mind you. By the time she died she had been given every award a society can give to a scholar and so in the end we did to the sexes what we had done to the races, first we fused them and then we simply made them disappear.  

If you want to destroy a people you destroy their heritage, you destroy their history, you destroy their classics, their past, their heroes, their culture, their language, their literature; perhaps in the end you leave them only with their eyes so they can witness their destitution. A people who are without the voice of their ancestors are like a plant that has been uprooted and is living above ground synthetically with chemicals. Without lineage, without blood, without time, without identity, they are just a cipher waiting for a more dominant interpretation of reality.

Now that the Germans were gone we knew that the final bone in our throat would be the American White Man, White America.  They never had a full blown policy named after it, and that was the problem.  We turned all of our attention to him, to make him a stranger in his own home.  We knew that the white man in the end would always stick to his mores, his traditions, that after years of their being submerged, he would stick to them even more. We always knew that the white man was the last obstacle to our universal dreams, the very last.  And, as such, he had to go.  He had, after all, or so we put it about, blood on his hands, and tomorrow belonged to us.

The author of that defeatist Serenity Poem (a favorite of losers everywhere) was Reinhold Niebuhr, in the 1950s he also authored the so-called "truce" between the big three religions, essentially gutting any notion of religion in the public square, thus removing another ancestral claim of the white man to his own country.  Two percent and we got a rabbi at all of the governmental functions, "Judeo-Christian"--what a crock and what a coup, put a menorah on the White House lawn and call it surrender.

When I think of yeoman's work being done I think of little Emanuel Celler, in Congress at the time of the 1924 immigration restriction act, a brand new congressman from Brooklyn, on the losing side, but sticking around and re-emerging 41 years later to lend his Jewish name to the stake put into the heart of White America.  Imagine that! Forty-One Years!  Being a little pipsqueak Jew speaking up bravely to the WASP establishment, taking a drubbing, then not so much licking his wounds as rubbing his hands, and watching as the long decades rolled by, and as his enemies became more and more deracinated, their identity thinned out, more and more in disarray, more and more exhausted, more and more demoralized, waning while we were waxing, dying out and dying off, until that great day in New York Harbor where, as referenced, the representative of a once great Anglo-Saxon nation referred to the 1924 Act as a "cruel and enduring wrong", a "harsh injustice", and an affront to the American Creed of judging every man on his merits.  Imagine it!  A cruel and enduring wrong! Injustice!  Merits!  A people wanting to survive and have a country of their own cruel!  He spoke like one of us, or he was as dumb as Texas cow shit. And of course little Manny Cellar, Jewish little Manny Celler, was there that day and had to hold in cold contempt the people who would sign their own death warrant in full view of the Statue Of Liberty, a veritable suicide note it was.  As for the poem at the base, that was a fine bit of work, which reminds me that no self respecting people lets aliens scrawl filthy graffiti at the base of their temples. That poem, barely literate and indicative of suicidal tendencies for anyone who would adopt it, had started out inside the statue getting no attention, until a rich WASP socialite named Georgina Schulyer paid for it to go at the base.  It continued to sit there in obscurity until we played it up as of 1938 in order to get more of us in from Europe, and then a half a century later it was holy fucking writ, it was damn near the law of the land, a statue become like statute.  And on that fateful day when the America President, charged with protecting a 90 percent white nation, signed that people's suicide note, the Vice President chimed in too and he said the Act would prove that in America there were no second class citizens; he was wrong though, that designation was reserved for the white man.  It would not upset the ethnic balance of the nation, it was said, it was not a revolutionary bill, wrong on all counts, we are liars and we operate by misdirection. We were fully aware that we were delivering the death blow, that we got the unsuspecting white man to herald it as the triumph of the American spirit, and to do it in full view of Lady Liberty, that was just insult to injury.

If your ideals can be used against you you have the wrong ideals.

And that poem of course was occasioned by the so-called Russian pogroms that were largely fictional, we sold those too via innuendo, rumor and lies.  By make believe we rule this world.

The first way we work is by means of race-mixing, race-mixing in the sense of miscegenation (the flood of images of white women and black men coupling) and race-mixing in the sense of mixing the races together, multi-racialism, multiculturalism.  We flooded their nations with nearly sub-human mongrels, we mongrelized the nation until there was no nation left, the destruction of White America was beautiful to behold.  In 1960 it was a nice white country but by the year 2000 it was a disparate amalgamation of alien races, an international flop house, and more importantly a machinery had been set in place whereby over a million green cards were issued each year, a vast machinery for nation wrecking and, short of the political will to stop it, and there was none, it would go on til the crack of their doom. We turned this nice white country into little more than a legal entity, an economic zone, and a universal refuge situated at the crossroads of the world.  Everything that was solid melted into thin air....evaporated like morning mist.....

The money spigots of the neoliberal order are free trade, open borders, and war, the exact things which were the death of White America.

Amazing too is how slowly we got the left to be outriders for global capital, in the name of humanity they did the work of the ones they once called robber barons, and in a final reduction to absurdity even unions got on board with mass immigration and the decimation of the working man.  

For most of American history a tariff was a reasonable idea, but we moved around a lot so for us the free movement of people and goods became our ideology and our God, free trade and open borders, to reject these ideas meant a people wanted to have a country of their own, and if they were sane enough for that the Jews knew they'd be the first to go.

Open borders, and free trade, behind these twin ideas we put an enormous amount of effort, the jobs went out, the people came in and so all sides conspired against the middle, and so in earnest the American middle class was hollowed out.  We made "industrial policy" into a dirty phrase, but all industrial policy is is a people wanting to have a country of their own, so we made it a dirty phrase and free trade became a god, finance became a god, the usual neo-liberalism being the preferred method of societal suicide.  We had charts, graphs, a wide variety of voodoo, and luckily the Americans were suckers for anything with the word free in it.  You could take the rattiest old couch in the world, toss it out on your curb and slap the word free on it and it won't be too long before some asshole will come along to pick it up.

There is a reason after all they say Uncle Sucker.

The neoconservatives were Jews who started out as Marxists, moved on to Trotsky, when the USSR became anti-jew they turned cold warriors, they didn't like the hippies so they became conservatives, whereupon they proceeded to hijack the Republican Party and led them happily into social liberalism and eternal war.

Neoconservatism was simply the realization on our part that we needed to play both sides of the fence, that to destroy White America a pincer movement was required.

We worked from the right via neo-conservatism and after all the good work the traditionalists did to build up the Republican Party we hijacked it just as that great friend of ours, that great nitwit Reagan, took over the country.  We stole the Republican Party like the key from under the keeper's nose!  Just like that, as is said. And by the mid eighties we had the three-legged stool, we tossed in social conservatism just to keep the rubes interested, but sending that great gentleman and scholar Mel Bradford packing was a sign of which way the wind blew—at our backs. Ah, the Paleos—we did them in with our amen corner.  War, trade, open borders, it's not that hard to bring a once mighty people to their knees (simultaneously loosen social and economic controls).  You see after the war America was really the only one left standing, everyone else was wading through the rubble, and it was a golden age for the average person, and we worked hard on the re-proletarianization of them, never forget that the etymology of that word is the making of slaves.  And so the left got rid of social controls, the right got rid of economic ones and we played all sides against the middle---some things are so nice you need to write them twice.

And you my young friend, you know this drill better than anyone, your people bled America dry there for a while, they should have left you stagnating in your billions but they were a greedy lot, they couldn't leave well enough alone, global order and all that suicidal rot.  Indeed, after letting us in bringing you into the world economy was their biggest mistake, perhaps they could have survived the one, or the other, but that one-two punch was deadly.  The jobs went out, the people came in, the wages went down, the price of a housing went up, the fertility rate went down, men didn't make enough money for women to want to marry them, however counter-revolutionary that is, so bring more people in, more people in, wash, rinse, repeat, kaput.  It really was that simple.  It really was Satan's circle.  Combine it with the rising of other countries which their foreign policy facilitated, the web of finance needs so to become global, and then when we threw in automation on top of it, it was too much for them to withstand, they buckled then they collapsed, eating bugs in sparsely appointed pods.  Though I must say on the robots we held back a little, slowly in the wind and all that, there was never any reason to startle the horses or scare the womenfolk, better to let them slowly and gradually get acclimated to and even somewhat comfortable with their extinction.  Satan's circle has all the time in the world to spread it's basic message.

The left got rid of social controls, the right economic ones.....

Sometime in there a famous movie was made called Falling Down.  The hero is your average white collar white guy who's had enough and isn't going to take it any more and he starts mowing people down.  It was adduced as an example of the angry white male phenomenon.  But let's not forget that the movie was called Falling Down.

Middle American Radicals they were called. They had the right idea, of course.  Go third position on us, resurrect the dead ghost of the even then living Junger, it would have been very popular in the right hands, could have carried a lot before it.  A leader can always arise.  But we had a stranglehold on the parties, so it was a no go, we made sure of that, donors, networks, the media, the networks, the newspapers, the magazines, the schools, we had a tight little control on things.  From time to time those of us still interested in such things in the Ministry  (and there are fewer and fewer as I grow old) ask each other: when was it finally over?   There are still some among us that say Hitler's death was not the end and that, in theory at least, they could have sublimated the racism for the new age and have slaughtered us hard from the left and the right.  It could have worked, true, in theory; but it was always an odd brew, that chimerical Third Position, that unicorn world-view, that gossamer ideology as fool's errand; and anyway no one picked up the cudgel. Well, in truth Duke did and Buchanan did, and Perot did, at least a little, taken together they were by hook and by crook honing in on a white man's third position, but they faded away and no one seemed interested in taking up a viable mantle.  The problem was they were small fry and, like I said, we had a stranglehold on the parties.  And so we were able quell democracy, take over the courts, make the living constitution the death of them all, and split the sides against each other; where if a leader had emerged to join the far left and the far right and bring a lot of the heartland along they could have given us a run for our money, maybe.  And you know why they couldn't?  Race, that's why.  It was race that the conservatives were scared to deal with, wouldn't touch with a ten foot pole, it was race that the far right made frightening, and that the left treated the way vampires treat holy water.  The far right and the far left were naturally matched, almost peas in a pod, they were anti-Jewish, anti-Israel, anti-capitalist, anti-corporation, anti-war, anti free trade, anti-establishment, anti-finance, but race got in the way.  That's what kept these perfectly natural allies from greeting up and making one last stand: race.  How funny. The issue of race will always be the cross upon which they will always hang.  And it's why our basic strategy was so sound: mongrelize the in-group; and their's should have been always keep it white, through thick or thin, my god, just keep it white, and all will be well, all manner of things will be well......

And it was not really true to say that whites were being dispossessed, not all of them, many came over to our side and did fine with their possession, were fine with being obedient to our general plan, it was the Paleos, the nationalists, the white nationalists, the supremacists, the middle American radicals, the alt-righters and the right dissenters, the average white man, in short, who got disestablished, but then those are just other names for the losers.  That is, what was dispossessed was nothing less that whiteness itself, for they were always a people in themselves, but never for themselves, alas.  

And it's not too much boasting to say we decimated the middle class. There was a time when a man could work, the wife stay home, and they could have a nice white life in a nice white city and in a nice white country, take nice white vacations, have nice white neighbors, look forward to nice white retirements, but then suddenly it all vanished, things got pinched and both husband and wife needed to work and even at that they couldn't meet the standards that they had before.  How did that work? Fortress America could have saved them, autarky on one continent.  But the jobs went out, the people came in......  

When the epitaph of America is written it will say that this was a people who loved freedom but who from the first slave ship, to all the steamships, and to the last special exemption visa loved cheap labor more.  True that.

The left got rid of social controls, the right economic ones, the jobs went out, the people came in, and all sides were played against the middle.

America really was a husk of itself by this time though it continued to live off it's admittedly dwindling accumulated capital before the law of diminishing returns took effect, something you were too young to see.  If not quite eating bugs they were experiencing power outages, crowding, housing prices through the roof, under our tutelage it's always inevitable that Metropolis becomes Modern Times becomes Soylent Green....

Make Room!  Make Room!

Internationally,  anti-colonialism had the same goal of targeting the white man wherever he was and the promotion of the rising tide of color.  White skin bad, dark skin good, we had our mantra, simple is as simple does. Rhodesia, South Africa, two once thriving white countries that we turned into test cases, then black basket cases. And you'll notice how the white power structure all around the world heaped massive opprobrium on the only countries who had the right idea, the ones with the spines of steel, their backbones still intact, the ones who could have resurrected the chances of the white man, in embryo true, but one must start somewhere. But to get the white man to kill the white man's chances, to sell out their brothers in arms, it's rather easy when you've ruled rule Britannia out of bounds.  We know who lost America.

We might pause here to say: and the Jews were behind all of this?  Yes, we were, we were very much indeed, we most emphatically were.  I don't and won't supply footnotes to this, but safe to say find a movement, a tendency, an attempt to tear down something Christian, something traditional, something American, something white and behind it you're sure to find more than a few Jews in the woodpile, we have our fingers in every pie, if none in the dike.  After us, my lord, the deluge.

Someone once asked me what my social philosophy was and in lieu of anything else I told him: dark skin good, white skin bad.  And though we don't believe a word of it it's true: our stroke of genius was to get enough white people to believe that white people were immoral, there was the slavery, the colonialism, the treatment of women, the Indians, the aboriginals, it's life you say, but we made them hate life, made them hate living, made them hate their people.  So naive were they, so enmeshed in a bubble of their own making, that they believed the nonsense, believed the lie.  The white man immoral!  But who isn't?  One shoots Gandhi doesn't one?   The American generation that came of age in the mid sixties will go down as simultaneously the most lucky, the most stupid, and the most evil ever born; they literally inherited the world and their response was to fuck in the mud.  What can one say about such a people save good riddance?

We hit our true genius, really, well after the miraculous decade of the 1960s.  When did it start?  When is the fist time you heard the phrase political correctness?  When did you first hear that even more important phrase: dead white males?   Dead white males, more of them please!  In a very real way the madness that came to fruition in the teens of the next century, all of it,  can be traced back to that single phrase from the 1980s: dead white males! smash the patriarchy!  down with the classics!  Hey Hey Ho Ho Western Civ has got to go!  It seemed harmless or amusing at the time to many but these were  our poisonous growths that bore deadly fruit.  That a so-called serious nation would countenance such refuse is justification enough for it's demise but here's the truth: they ate it up, the flagellants ate it up, or enough of them did.   When a nation becomes busy abrogating it's past perk up your ears, something big is going on.  It's true that in the grand scheme of things the 1960s made the splash but my heart's always been with the 1980s, for the sheer audacity of subversion. That's when multiculturalism and the "studies" revolution got into full swing, that's when immigration hit it's ongoing fever pitch, when neoconservatism made it's vertical ascent, that's when the American mind finally closed.  Reagan and Thatcher were supposed to be leading some kind of counter-revolution but in fact those two were not even speed bumps on the road to degeneracy: they were it's necessary accelerants, neo-liberals always are.  Mr. Enoch Powell once told the Thatcher woman that he'd defend England to the death were it to become communist, which baffled Maggie, which is the difference between a being a real racial patriot and being a mercenary bitch.

And here we get to the heart of the matter, or near it, or near enough. When you can get them codify their own racial destruction, to exalt it as their ideal, to grant it the legitimacy of an ideology, to get them them to work for it and defend it as moral, you've achieved something.  And such was multiculturalism, the famed French living together.  Some time in the 1950s some idiot came up with the theory called Contact Theory.   He had noticed that racial tensions seemed endemic to all societies and he thought that it was because the races didn't really know one another, and that the more they did, the more they lived among one another, the more they lived together, the more contact they had, the more the tensions would be eased or erased, the more contact the more getting along; but of course he had it basackwards, the tension was due to the fact that they knew each other all too well, and contact theory was a theory that was stillborn, dead in the cradle, contact theory was a theory that did not survive it's first contact with reality; life is nothing but a state of nature, a state of war, the war of all against all, is nothing but demographic conflict, no matter how much prosperity papers it over, for a while.  Which is why, of course, we went in so big for the mixing.

The remarkable thing about Bowling Alone is not that it shows that the presence of diversity means that there is less social trust between the groups, that much is obvious, but that even within the groups the trust decreases, as if the presence of several out groups makes the in group turn on themselves........  

It's what we counted on.

I've heard that multiculturalism was just an ex post facto rationalization for the surprise of diversity.  This doesn't give us enough credit. We've known from the beginning that the 90 percent white country was bad for us, that every bit of white racial decline meant our power grew; and if society was split up among many factions we would be the most powerful, it really was as simple as that.  It took us half a century but when the civil rights movement made race hatred out of bounds, how could they deny their tolerance to the rest of the world?  Of all the things that happened in that era it was the one on October 3, 1965 which was the most important. Everything else could have come later, would have come later, eventually.  But once starting out on the road to race diversity, to race mixing, to race amalgamation, to social miscegenation, to the destruction of White America, there was no turning back.  And we did it at the time when their wealth had put them asleep and when they woke up they found that their decline and then demise was completely entrenched in the system, it was an unstoppable and vast machinery of undermining the fabric of the country, Mr. Johnson signed a suicide note......

Pavlov was never prouder of his dinner bell than we were of our "racist"—salivating is one thing but making them grovel is a difference of an order of magnitude.

In the 1970s a moderate form of scientific racism returned in the guise of sociobiology, the so-called return of human nature.  It was a measure of how successful we were that when Nixon called Dan Moynihan to discuss Herrnstein's book the first thing that the latter says is be sure no one in the White House knew he was reading it, Nixon agreed, as if he were reading a dirty book, which he was, which he was.

Richard Dawkins was the man who put forth the idea that genes were amoral monsters blindly pursuing a relentless will to power but who in his dotage became a dreamy humanitarian.  So much for him, so obedient to the plan.

And you have to admit that in our time period it was a real coup d'etat, though the outlines of it could not be seen until years later.  It was even more, truly, than an overwriting of the script, it was the engrafting of an alien ideology onto a healthy host, a healthy body.  And it was a real rout. The master narratives were dead and we placed chaos at it's heart.  If it was standing we knocked it down.  In 1997 President Bill Clinton said that his country was on the cusp of the third great American revolution, when America ceased to be a European Country.  The first two had been disasters, the third would mean death, but his Oregon audience of young white people applauded their own demise, they clapped not for themselves, and certainly not for their posterity.....

If we have just left the long period of the great unraveling, we now move on to the penultimate one, the Knockout Blow (2000—2030). Unfortunately by the time the 2010s had arrived the catch phrase "cultural revolution" had been taken; really it was perpetual; perhaps we could call it the Social Revolution.  Some of have said it was that old American favorite, a Great Awakening, with more than a few burnt-over districts.

In 2005  Sam Huntington, scion of The Mayflower generation, wrote his civic nationalist screed Who Are We?  He opened it with flags in Boston which reminds me by then more than a few had been ejected from their heritage. The flags had come out in honor of 9/11, and it was good that we channeled the righteous anger into good old fashioned patriotism that was as American as your mother.  A smarter country would have seen that it was the very notion of exceptionalism that had brought on this discontent, the belief in mission, the universalizing mission, the making the world safe for, the shining city on a hill, the dedication to, all to be tied bewilderingly, if not inexplicably, to the idea and reality of the Jewish state (miracle of god). When Truman recognized us in 1948 nearly the entire American foreign policy establishment was against it, they knew America was hooked in with the oil and why antagonize 100 million people?  But that ex-Klansman was the same guy who said that the 1924 Immigration Restriction Act went against the wishes of no less a personage than Jesus Christ himself and he wanted to be King Cyrus, the fool.

Decades later, and decades ago, a similar irrational orgy of Old Glory broke out in your province of Hong Kong, and as I saw it on the television I had to laugh up my sleeve, these Hong Kongers unfurling a symbol that was by then long dead, by then no one on the left believed it, no one paying attention on the right did, only a few old war horses dreamt of Ronald Reagan in the night, wave it for the Gipper, you know, but those protesters they were just the pallbearers of a dead ideology, appealing to a defunct ghost.

A smarter country would have become a hermit kingdom, would have created Fortress America, would have thrown up walls, and tariff walls, closed the draw bridges and brought everyone home, instead they plunged into the world and brought in more Muslims and more of everyone than ever, suicidal tendencies die hard.    

We are a patient people and we had our Witzes and our Bergs, and our Wolfs, and our Steins in the Defense Department for decades, blueprinting little Israel's wars as America's wars, it took us a while but soon enough we cashed in; our amen corner is very powerful; when Patrick J. Buchanan opposed the first Gulf War he said only two groups favored it, the IDF and that American amen corner; when he opposed the second we brought in one of our own from Canada to call him un-American which, in hindsight, was laying it on a little thick, that was one glint-eyed black Irish who would kill for America.  But it worked, the war fever brought out the worst in them, discredited the Paleos, to the point where some of them must have been thinking they used to be outraged by the allegation that America was the Great Satan but now they saw the point, it's a phrase that has traveled well.  And so they got bogged down in endless, pointless, expensive wars, our wars, wars without end, the ones we inveigled them in, split the country further; Huntington noted that the flags on Beacon street eventually dwindled but the chaos we left behind endured; it always does.  

I myself was ambivalent for a while about the value of Israel.  It put us too much on the radar, it was nice to flee to, but why wave a flag to point out how obvious what one is doing.  But I think I was wrong, broad daylight was best, flagrant is the best disguise, and we had those Americans groveling at our feet, hands on that wailing wall with a look on their face like they just had a religious climax, small hat on head, ours, ours, all ours; one elected official once said that they got their morality not from government but from us, yes sir.  And when they fought our wars, sent their very own children, flesh of their flesh, blood of their blood, to die for us it just put the most emphatic of periods on the last words of their suicide note.

The word goy does not strictly speaking mean cattle, that's a sort of slang, what the word means is one who is a little dim, a little obtuse, not too quick on the uptake, not the brightest star in the firmament, nor the deepest river in the forest, is too trusting, and with a singular inability to detect deceit.

The neocons were a strange breed, flagrant in their allegiances, they started out as anti-American reds, but when the USSR turned on Jews they got on board with the liberal establishment, wormed their way in you may say.......

In 1981 Hollywood made a television movie called Skokie, with several major stars, celebrating the fact that the ACLU defended the rights of Nazis to march through what they called a Jewish neighborhood filled with Holocaust survivors; the chances of Hollywood making such a movie forty year later were exactly zero.  See obedient comma general plan.

And yes from 1981 to, say, 2017, was a real sea change (consult the demographic charts for the reason).  Some put the great awakening in the year 2013, which is as convenient as any.  It's when we cast any caution aside and began to dismantle whiteness in a big way, brick by brick, really, so that no one stone was any more atop the other. And when they asked me later why we wanted to dismantle whiteness I always said that every criminal wants to be rid of the evidence of their crime, especially when they have no plans on fleeing scene, having long since taken possession of it.

Look at free speech.  Look at the record.  Mario Savio went to a sit in, and they clamored for it.  Hollywood made a film by one of our own celebrating the First Amendment, The People v. Larry Flynt.  As long as we were injecting them with degeneracy, lies, subversion, and filth we loved free speech, fought to the death for it, but if they tried to defend White America we put them in a cage.  Safe spaces became the fashion, making the world safe for us.

Some cry out as they strike you, others say sorry as they're struck.

And what happened at this time was really phenomenal.  It was as if every poisonous fruit that had been stored since the mid sixties had suddenly threw off perfect spores and bloomed--—the 'woke' arose as one to reap their rewards.  Statues were toppled with abandon, genders blurred, reputations smeared, pictures taken down, heroes debunked, streets re-named, whiteness pilloried (from pillar to post), murals from the 1930s were trashed, masculinity was reviled, books were banned, people were purged, channels were deleted, anti-semitism was deplored, anti-racism took center stage, fascists were de-monteized, campuses were taken over, professors were shouted down, Nazis were punched, conferences were cancelled, speech was curtailed, it was a Talibanic orgy, I tell you if it was standing we knocked it down, a great erasure was in place, as whiteness every where was under assault.  Imagine that!  Whiteness under assault!  White America was no more!  No self respecting people allow a race of aliens to scrawl graffiti at the base of their temples, and no self respecting people allow themselves to become servants in their own homes.  But we were not dealing with a self  respecting people; we were dealing with a fentanyl addled, opioid addicted, self-flagellant, guilty, cringing, dying race, a defeated people having been ejected from their heritage.  There were exceptions, of course, there always are.  But just because some take to the hills doesn't mean we haven't pacified the countryside.

The retroactive criminalization of the past is a sign post of revolutionary dictatorship, it says as much right there in our manuals.  

And somewhere in their too capital got woke, and antifa became the ground troops of the establishment, the left became complicit in global capitalism, in the new world order, no mean feat really, that.  It is a truth universally recognized that mass immigration is nothing more nor less than a transfer of wealth from the working class to investors.  I always imagined some multinational CEO watching the left scream for open borders, and the cold contempt that he must have for them as they did his bidding, did it with such vehemence. Well, they were doing our bidding too, as was the CEO, as was nearly everyone, let me repeat again, the left got rid of social controls, the right economic ones, and all sides ganged up on the middle.  But the way in which Big Technology, the corporations, went left, if in name only, how they bought off the radical's complaints, how they were somewhat taken aback by Occupation Wall Street, so went all in on men in women's bathrooms and drag queens flashing little children in public libraries to nip an outbreak of class warfare in the bud, was a thing to behold.  The Democrat Party became the party of the rich, the Republican party remained a hand maiden and we, as ever, prevailed.

The thing about the Great Awakening was it's burnt-over areas, it's moral puritanism. People need to believe in something, and unlike us, they were not able to believe in their race.  So they glommed on to a "morality" which was fine as long as their morality was the morality we spoon fed them—"white skin bad, dark skin good".  And they took it up with a vengeance, as if to our manner born.........

And of course every action has a reaction but by this time everything was dyed in the wool.  I say the ship had sailed for Europeans in 1945 but my more cautious colleagues in the ministry say they still could have resisted, that 1990 was more like it.  They could be right.  But certainly the so-called "populist movements" which reared their ugly heads in 2015-2016 were a pop gun in a thermonuclear blast.  They were going to take back their countries! As if they weren't already ours.  Reporters went on safaris in the hinterland of Pennsylvania to see what the natives were thinking which was: we're fucked.  Ah, by then they were walking across moonscapes filled with opium eaters.  And to be fair, of course, to get the chronology right, you can trace the lineage back before that, there were the old school die-hard and preeminent racists like Oliver and Pierce, hell, at his death the latter, who had taken over an ill run and defunct organization, was  raking in millions a year—but he died. As for Oliver, their true crown prince, the pristine defender of whiteness in it's purest form, our boy Buckley put paid to him like he did so many,  it's always nice to see an exaggerated high WASP accent so in sympathy with our needs. And of course their ilk had the right idea but we had so prevailed that they were the skunks at the garden party, pariahs to our paragons, their names were mud.  And as specified you had your Paleos and then the alt right and then the Dissident Right and then the—again on the right track but Hitler sent his goons to bust up our shops due to one of ours being an assassin—it was a far cry from that, you need broad popular support and a leader to kill your enemies.  As for the populists they were supposedly White America fighting back, but it was a last gasp of a dying people, as the next decade proved. If you want your people to survive keep a ninety percent majority, and stay in fighting trim, that's what I would have told them at the time, had they asked.

They would have been better off had they resigned themselves that they were not going to stop society's leftward drift, they were not going to stop globalism, they were not going to stop the market's voraciousness, they were not going to reverse white demographic decline, they were not going to deport thirty million people, and instead put all their efforts into becoming an unreconstructed white minority that would become the sharp bone that gets caught in our throat, which we could neither swallow nor digest.  But they wanted to get their country back, not realizing it had long since been lost.

That arch racist Jean Raspail wrote a novel called Who Will Remember The People? It is about the eradication of an indigenous South American tribe as the result of repeated encroachment and invasions, and he wrote it because he believed that nothing on earth is sadder than to witness the passing away of a people, any people, or to witness the passing away of a distinct way of life.  

And indeed the year 2020 was the year that anyone who had been following the bouncing ball could see everything clearly, it was after all our jealous god who made this joke.  And of course the 20s were the watershed, when it went from this to that, and after that, truly, the deluge. Prior to that the man on the street may have thought the matter was in doubt (it wasn't) but by the middle of that decade everyone had thrown in the towel.  They spoke of civil war, they spoke of boogaloo, but too many were obedient to our upward drift, and using a gun was getting increasingly legally perilous.  We had the full might and main and force of the most powerful government in the history of the world at our backs, we had the technology companies, we had the entire media including the controlled opposition, we had the entertainment complexes, we had the universities, the secondary schools, we had the internet channels, we had both parties, and each and every one blared out the slow drum beat of a victorious and irreversible world-view and, as a backstop, should things ever get dicey, we had the military, we had the big city police departments. And too we had totally completed the job of labeling anyone and everyone who spoke the truth as a thought criminal and worse.  The back of the American people was totally broken, though not all really realized it, they thought they were being moral; but nothing is more degrading  than being a servant in your own home, or enjoyable than ruling in a stranger's land.

And over time we amped up our war on the thing we hate the most, hate.   We perfected our algorithms to the point where if you searched for Adolf Hitler you got redirected to Yad Vashem.  

And oh how they took to canceling whiteness, that incubating virus, that cancer of world history (or so we said). They had their invisible knapsacks, their white skin privilege, they handed over microphones, they granted everyone else special privileges, they honored foreign races, they enshrined minority heroes, they ruled themselves out of bounds, they sat in the back of the bus for a change, they made way for their replacements, they dug their own graves, they deemed themselves immoral, they befriended their daughter's rapist, they forgave their child's murderer, they paid for their own demise, they universalized themselves out of existence, they excused themselves for living, they broke faith with their ancestors, they anathematized their own history, they took down their own statues, they erased their heritage, they surrendered to the tyranny of guilt.

We made up the word genocide, so it seems like it's up to us to employ it. And the thing about this White Genocide (for let's drop the charade and call it by it's proper, formal name) is that when you've combined humanism and genocide you've really accomplished something, if there were to be any future historians they would surely see this genocide as unique among genocides in that they would take as a given that the perpetrators are the good guys.  And of course I don't need to tell you that there are plenty of white people around, you see them every day, but whiteness is a dead letter, it's kaput, has crapped out.  We don't ask for much in exchange for living, just obedience and attention and a good word for ourselves now and again.

Human rights was our battle cry, but it was human rights turned upside down, to commit a crime against humanity in the name of humanity is quite a feat, to dress up tyranny as tolerance, enslavement as freedom, standardization as diversity, genocide as the rights of peoples.  By violence and make believe we conquered the world.

There were pockets of resistance, of course, there always are, some dyed-in-the- woolers routinely take to the hills for their ritual Masada, as we said there is always the pruning of the weeds and the mopping up to do, from time to time, now and again, one must mow the lawn.  The nationalist populist movements of the teens fizzled out, still born in their cradle, the last gasp of the white man before the death rattle could be heard clearly by all.  Those dissenters online, the tin pot Nazis, liked to play name that Jew.  Occasionally some white man would go armada like into one of our places of worship and mow down a couple dozen but they were pariahs before the fact, and whatever last rights to guns they had would be curtailed further in the fire and brimstone hysteria we cranked up in the wake of it.  The fact is they were like the alleged folks at Masada, no match for the Romans in a mood.  And as you know even these are now few and far between, symbolic Germany has finally been pastoralized, the people subject to a universalizing mission, to complete pacification. And, really, what is a score of slain Jews placed along side eternal victory?  At the drop of hat I'd buy it cheap even as I'd sell it dear.  Hell, I'd pledge six million if forced, not that we did, but if we had to, mind you.  Wave that bloody shirt boy, wave it until the cows come home, call it a steal at the price.  We no longer cry out as we strike them.

Somewhere in there an aging aesthete gave the bootless cry:  you will not replace us!, and this big replacement of his gained a tremendous currency in dissident circles, and was ridiculed by us, articles were written, etc., umbrage taken; we of course laughed up our sleeves knowing that we replaced him long ago; portrayed him as a Nazi and responsible for all sorts of crimes, standard operating procedure, pretty perfunctory.  And this was the same man who a little while previously had glorified random sex with rough trade in the bushes, he did our work for us when he had the chance, he was fully obedient to the general plan; and then on the other end, to soften the cushion of his graceless fall from society, he ran around screaming that the replacers were the real Nazis—while the opposite was apposite—at least the torch bearers had the courage to name names: Jews will not replace us! Jews will not replace us!  The magic word! Talmud and Taboo!   But you, you sly fox, you of the large replacement, you aging aesthete, you Gay Icon, you changed it to You.  Good one.  So much for him, so long Marianne.

The Great Replacement was the most important event in world history.   When the first Englishman stepped foot in Virginia it rocked the world, but when English culture went it was ten times as shattering.

Relative to their present mongrelization it's interesting that a first century Roman described his beloved city as the universal pot into which the cloaca of the entire world is emptied.  It's what happens when you become nothing more than a legal entity, an economic zone, and a universal refuge, situated at the crossroads of the world.

And truly all of the so-called Greats, the Great Plague, The Great War, and the Great Depression, were all small relative to this Great Replacement (because of course the theory was true): and what antiquarians there are will wonder is how this once proud and confident people ended up getting History's backhand.  Low numbers can't explain it.  With that large a lead they could easily have set a glide path for themselves, doing decolonization, say, in the 1970s rather than the 1950s, parceling out rights gradually, under tutelage, white man's burden, etc., and slapping them down in the meantime, but they didn't have the stomach for it.  Had they, their future would have been secure.  But, oh, they were greedy bastards and they engaged in the Great White Civil War, and then it was my God what have we done!---and they self-immolated in an orgy of self-recrimination.  A man can survive anything except a bad conscience.  

And so we created the universal slum, the global favela. Make room! Make room! We were going to have them living in pods and eating bugs which, while not quite true, was nice to slip into the stream, paranoid fantasies are the stuff of future plans.   But we did and have proletarianized the masses, and they are on their way to being the coffee colored serfs, docile and compliant, that we've always wanted for our world-wide plantation.

And in so doing what we did was make the world safe for Jews.  Can there be any other proper aim for a people?  We proscribed them, we outlawed them, we made them illegal, we de-platformed them, we de-monetized them, we branded them as criminals, we stigmatized them, we made them unacceptable in polite society, we held hearings on them, we called them immoral, we called them evil, we targeted them, took down their channels, we demoralized them, we banned speech, we banned words, we banned hand gestures, we cancelled people, we made certain that everyone knew that it was certainly not ok to be white, and left them in disarray, and all of this in their own home.  Our home now.  Who's even going to think about saying boo about a Jew?  No one: that's who.

As for your people and mine, comrade, we reached an honorable stalemate, one could not do without the other, the chessboard was complete and no further moves to be made.  And so we reached our accord, our separate peace.  When you think about the great peoples of the world, the Japanese, the English, the Germans, it's only us who will last and that's really the only metric that matters.  You'll run the machine and we'll be your lawyers and media consultants, you'll supply the violence, we the make believe.   For after all a master race is one that masters.  

Now that whiteness is little more than a rumor.

Any country created on paper is subject to hijacking by a different people with different words or that can give new meanings to the old ones.

And that my good friend is about how we did it.  If I went a little rapidly over the latter years it's because I know that was when you came of age and at that time your country still paid particularly close attention to the baiuzo, as a curiosity, as a weakness to be manipulated or exploited, though now they are smart and don't teach much history other than the bare minimum, like we won, they lost and so forth.  Like us you are a practical people and don't go around digging up graveyards, the past is now just a fable we dreamt up.  

But to answer your very good question:  how did we put paid to the white man?

Two police officers in No Country For Old Men are in a Texas diner in 1980 and one says he saw a boy with green hair and a hoop through his nose, never thought he'd ever see such a thing, never thought he'd see the like, and the other one says well, once they stop saying sir and ma'am, everything else follows.

It's so true, it's the little things that count.

Few individual in history have the honor of being simultaneously utter geniuses and complete nincompoops.  Leo Tolstoy is one, John Lennon another.  A third is Thomas Jefferson.  So befuddled was he that when he got one of his state of the art coaches from London and found he didn't have the cash he was surprised to be told by his creditors that his slaves could serve as collateral; and he signed them over forthwith, pleased with the discovery.  He did invent the swivel chair, however, to his eternal credit. As a matter of fact I'm sitting on one right now.

The white man had a good run in North America but it didn't take, it turns out it wasn't just the republic they couldn't keep, it was the continent

Jefferson  was going to Germanize the Great Lakes in this endless farming republic of his, freedom would be reborn in the city of Big Shoulders.  Herrs and Fraus up to their eyes in liberty and manure, all the live long day.  But in fact it was mild mannered professors in that second city who would drive daggers into that wonderful creation of his, that beautiful small scale nation of villages.

If there was one idea which served us in good stead, did us yeoman's work (in honor of the sage of Charlottesville) it was that America was a proposition nation.  A people become an idea!   Universalize oneself out of existence!  Rather a people is blood, time, history, heritage, lineage, ancestry.  The railsplitter and logic chopper came along and said that his nation was better than those that came before, it was dedicated to a proposition.  Better it should have been dedicated to itself.  Had it been it might have lasted.

And so we return to our old question, your question, or two really.  How did we do it? The answer to that is to answer when there was no turning back, when it was written in stone, when did the white man prove to have his identity graven in water?

It was all right there in the beginning really—that ill advised rhetorical flourish—all men are created equal.  It did us yeoman's work, stillborn, dead in the cradle.

Some people are born in the mists of time; others in a Quaker Meeting Hall.

As you know working in the ministry I have access to all kinds of records, deep in the minutiae, and from time to time I have time on my hands. When I do one of my underlings who knows my sense of humor will send me something.  Just the other day I found in my box an old commercial that ran for a while on one of our Jew networks. It was a white man, a southerner by lineage, one of our collaborators, a traitor obedient to the general plan, a middlebrow historian of some repute, the kind of person they trotted out when something serious was going on, the way in the old days you knew it was important when they served you up that hoary old bag of bones Doris Goodwin.  His voice over was simple, the message was clear.  He said that America was not a nation founded on a birthright but on the ascent towards an idea, an idea enshrined in-----

An ascent to an idea, an assent to an idea, I could not have put it better myself had I tried.

Whites created the civilization that we inherited, it's their world, but we are the only possessors, the only inheritors, and what succeeded their civilization is not a civilization but an anti-civilization, an anti-culture, an anti-history, the machine goes on as before but becomes more and more indistinguishable from what operates it.

It's one thing to be able to create a world but it's another thing to take it over.  We were a numerically small people so our adaptation was to feast on what other's had made; from a survival point of view it makes perfect sense, finding the niche that expands to a world; because what is survival but inheritance, being an inheritor?  

And when I take in the grand sweep of this history it takes my breath away.  A small people hemmed in all sides by enemies, beaten back by all, but always pushing back and making gains, but still by the beginning of 20th century most of us were mired in miserable Cracow ghettos and speaking a snarling and barbaric Yiddish, or just filing off of the boats in New York Harbor and catching a first glimpse of the green breast of the New World.  A hundred years later we controlled the levers of government, the commanding heights of the culture, the movie studios, the technology companies, the universities, had the military committed to making the world safe for Israel-—you know the list.  Yes, we went straight vertical, hoisted ourselves on the petard of this new colossus, it was always the horse we were going to ride.

Yes, it was our century, just as the present one will be yours and mine.

That once they got a taste of capitalism China would morph into a Western style democracy was classic neoliberal folly, steeped as it was in a defunct 18th century paradigm, they were baffled that race, blood, history, time, lineage, ancestry are all older than ideologies which they've already vanquished.

It is impossible for two percent of the population to generate a country's dominant ideology without millions upon millions of collaborators.  A people unwilling to defend itself deserves to perish.  They say that every nation builds it's monuments and writes it's epitaph, but in their case they built them, we tore them down and, in the end, we wrote it.  It went:  we wish die.

Seemingly eons ago some egghead and fool announced the end of history, just when it was resuming.  The cold war had locked it in amber but glasnost was appearing—and we were just coming into the completeness of our power.  But now history has come to a close, we have ended it.  They went gently into that good night in the end, what else could they do, we having won the game of global domination; we had to, really, win it that is, because we realized early on that the future is much too important to leave to humanity.  

Tomorrow belongs to us.

The arc of history bends toward those who bend it.    Those who believe otherwise bend beneath it.

Those who knew Bill Pierce remarked that he seemed to bear no personal animosity towards the Jews, it was as if he knew that to do so would be as absurd as to be outraged that animals kill one another in the wild when that is simply the nature of what they do.   I agree, there was never anything personal about it, nothing personal at all, it's just that it was always going to be us or them.   You see, they were in our way, and I really hope there are no hard feelings.

A thousand year Reich is child's play to the likes of you and me, a perfect example of shot term thinking—a sprint.  Which is nothing for an immortal race.  Only the strong can inherit the earth, only the ascendant can possess it.

And here we come to an end, their end, though our beginning.  This turned out longer than I hoped, though I could have gone on; I hope I haven't bored you.  If against my advice you do choose to keep a copy of this I flatter myself that I've hit the nexus of it, and that in some future time some recondite scholar of odd lore may think it contributed perhaps a little to this vexed and fascinating question.

But anyway, enough of them---to us, comrade--a glass!

Yours Obediently,

Jacob

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Why I Don't Attend The Baptist Church

GEORGE L. FAULL

There are many things in which the Baptists do well.  Like Satan and the Demons:1.                    They believe there is one God,

James 2:19

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2.                    They believe Jesus is the Son of God,

Mark 5:7

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3.                    They believe Jesus could do miracles,

Matthew 9:3

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4.        They believe the Bible is the inspired Word of God,  

Matthew 4:6

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5.        They quote Scripture,

Matthew 4:6

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6.        They believe in Prophecy,

Matthew 4:6

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7.        They believe demons will be tormented on the coming day of the judgment,

Matthew 8:29

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8.        They believe that Jesus is the Holy one of God who was sent into the world,

Mark 1:24

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Obviously, these are not good enough reasons to attend the Baptist Church because even demons believe this also.

9.                    Like the Pharisees, they are very evangelistic and compass land and sea to make one proselyte,

Matthew 25:15

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10.              They call Jesus, Lord, Lord,

Matthew 7:21

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11.               They do many wonderful works in His name,

Matthew 7:22

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12.     Like the Mormons, Jehovah Witnesses, and Adventists, many have died on foreign soil for their faith and paid the ultimate price while trying to evangelize.So obviously these are not good enough reasons to go to a Baptist Church, either.

HERE ARE THE REASONS WHY I DON’T ATTEND THE BAPTIST CHURCH:

1.                  

Their name does not give preeminence to Jesus Christ.  Colossians 1:18

2.                

They do not wear the prophesied name of God’s people that was to be given by the mouth of the Lord.  Isaiah 62:1-2, Acts 11:26

3.                

The Church, which is supposed to be Christ’s Bride, is called after the friend of the Bridegroom instead of the Bridegroom.  John 3:29

How would you like your bride to wear your best man’s name and your children to be called by his name instead of yours?

4.                

They have the wrong concept of man.  Ezekiel 18:2-3

They believe man inherited the guilt and nature of Adam and is born a sinner.  The Bible teaches that like sheep we all went astray, not that we were born astray.  We were not born prodigals but became prodigals and left our Father ourselves.  We must become as children, for of such is the Kingdom of Heaven.  Does God want us to become little depraved sinners?

Matthew 18:3  

Little innocent babies are not born sinners.  Men die because Adam and Eve ate the forbidden fruit and since none of us can eat of the Tree of Life and live forever, we die.  That’s the consequence of Adam’s sin, but I do not have his guilt.  I was lost because I personally sinned against a Holy God.

5.                

They are Calvinistic and believe God’s Spirit has to miraculously convert men because man is so dead in sin he cannot ever come to faith unless God miraculously gives him faith as a gift.  They twist Ephesians 2:1-9.

Faith is not a gift.  Salvation is the gift.  Faith comes by hearing the Word.

Romans 10:17

Jesus told people they would not repent so they might believe.  

Matthew 21:32

6.                

They are Calvinistic and believe in the doctrine of election.

Their view is that God elects the believers to salvation and “whosoever” does not mean anyone but the elect.  The Bible says He died for the sins of the whole world.  

I John 2:2

“He is not willing that any should perish but that all should come to repentance.”  

II Peter 3:9

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They believe that once you are saved or give evidence that you are part of the elect, you cannot be lost.

Our prisons per capita are filled with Baptists and Catholics because of their doctrinal views.  Doctrine effects behavior.  If I cannot be lost, there is very little reason to take heed, or beware or give diligence to make my election sure.  

II Peter 1:10

8.                

Though they immerse their baptism is for the wrong reason.

To them it is a mere outward form of an inward act.  To them it is the first thing a Christian does instead of the last thing a sinner does.  It is not for the remission of sins, the way Peter said, but rather because your sins were already forgiven the moment you believed.  They ignore that if you are baptized because your sins are already remitted your repent for the same reason.  

Acts 2:38  

The word “and” is a conjunction uniting two things together.

Their baptism is to get you into the Baptist Church, not into Christ.  They say baptism is a “work” and that “works”cannot get you into Heaven.  It follows then that if baptism is a “work,” you have to “work” your way into the Baptist Church.  If not, why not?

9.                

They have a false plan of salvation.

Just say the “sinner’s prayer” or “ask Jesus into your heart.”  These statements do not appear in Scripture in either words or concept.  Jesus knocking at the door is a picture of Jesus trying to get into His Church, not an aliens heart.  

Revelation 3:14-22

10.              

They abuse the Lord’s Great Commission.

Jesus said, “He that believeth and is baptized

shall be

saved”

Mark 16:16.

 It is not “he that believeth and is saved

should be

baptized.”  They say you do not have to be baptized to go to Heaven, but you do to get into the Baptist Church, proving it is easier to get into Heaven than it is to get into the Baptist Church.

11.            

They commune as desired, usually quarterly, rather than following the apostolic example.

“They came together on the first day of the week to break bread.”  The only verse that tells us when they came together, tells why they came together – “to break bread.”  

Acts 20:7

To gather to remember Him and not unveil His memorial is ludicrous.

12.            

They abuse the purpose of the Lord’s Supper.

It is a time of personal examination.  It is to show forth (proclaim) the Lord’s death till He comes.  It is to look to the needs of the Brethren.  It is a memorial of what Christ has done for us.  In light of this, when they say “it would not be meaningful but would became common place to take it each week” shows total ignorance of the institution .  

I Corinthians 11.

 We are sharing in the benefits of His shed blood and body -

I Corinthians 10:16

.  How could sharing in the benefits of His blood be common place?  This borders on sacrilege and blasphemy.

13.            

Their Church government is foreign to the New Testament polity.

Instead of their Church having an evangelist, they have a Pastor.  Instead of a plurality of Elders, they have one Pastor who often does not meet the qualifications of an Elder.  The one man Pastor system is as foreign to the Scriptures as the Pope of Rome.  In Scriptures, Elders, Pastors, Bishops, overseers, shepherds, and Presbyters are all synonymous terms.  A boy running around with peach fuzz on his face cannot be a Pastor for he is not an Elder.  There is no such thing in the Bible as “The Pastor of my Church.”

14.            

They are carnal for they divide and denominate themselves into factions, which Paul forbids.

Was John the Baptist crucified for you?  Were you baptized into his name?  Are they Baptists in contrast to Paul or Cephas or Apollos, or Christ?  Such naming of themselves is carnal and sectarian and is condemned by the Apostle Paul.  

I Corinthians Chapters 1 and 3

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15.            

They usually have a creed or rules of discipline and follow a denominational hierarchy who decides who can be ordained to preach or be given a license to baptize.

When baptism is not done by such authorized men, Baptists consider it an invalid baptism.  One must have a license to baptize making their baptisms by the authority of the Baptist Church rather than by the authority of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit.  If I were to attend a Baptist Church, and lacked the authority of the Baptist Church, how could I obey the Great Commission?  Surely that would hinder my evangelism and obedience to Christ!

16.            

They believe the Church was established long before the days of Pentecost in the days of John the Baptist.

They say, “John the Baptist was the first Baptist preacher.”  But after John died, Jesus spoke of the future and said, “I

will

build my Church.”

17.            

Contrary to James, they teach one is saved by “faith only.”

Those two words appear together only once in Scripture and that verse claims one is “justified by works and not, by faith only.”  

James 2:4

They cannot harmonize Paul who said we are “justified by faith and not by works” and James who says we are justified “by works and not by faith only.”  They ignore that the works Paul spoke of referred to the “works of the law” and James spoke of the “works of faith.”  

It is ironic that baptism is the only thing mentioned in all nine conversions but it’s the one thing Baptists say you do not need to do to be saved

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18.            

They deny that Jesus is now King, sitting on David’s throne, but that his kingdom is yet future.

They teach that the Church is a substitute for a Jewish based kingdom over which Jesus personally will rule from Jerusalem.  They ignore Jesus is a Priest and King on His throne

Zechariah 6:13.  

Jesus cannot serve as a priest on earth because He is from Judah.  

Hebrews 7:14

Heaven is His throne and the earth but his footstool.  

Acts 7:49

He reigns till the last enemy is destroyed.  The last enemy is death and it will be destroyed at His coming.  He then turns the Kingdom over to the Father and subjects Himself to His Father forever (

I Corinthians 15

).He is not coming to rule from His footstool.  He rules from His throne in Heaven now and will turn the kingdom over to His Father when He comes.

19.            

Their refusal to practice Church discipline as outlined in I Corinthians 5 disturbs me.

I would feel insecure if my family and I never had the advantage of Church discipline in disciplining us if we fall into sin.  I’ve never known a Baptist Church to discipline its members. Was Bill Clinton disciplined for his immorality?  Or Al Gore for advocating abortion?  Billy Graham and his heresy and recommendations of the worse of modernists and Christ-denying-liberals are not rebuked.  Have these ever been rebuked by the Baptist denomination?  Their “live and let live” philosophy is unwholesome as well as unholy.  A little leaven leaveneth the whole lump.

20.          

They have over a thousand women ordained in the ministry and even had Anne Graham Lotz speak at their large conventions with denominational approval.

But this is a prohibition of God.  

I Timothy 2:12, I Corinthians 14:34

21.          

I would have to explain why they are called “Baptist Churches” but have “Christian Schools” while insisting there is nothing in a name.

I don’t think I could ever explain that to my own satisfaction, let alone to someone else.  How could I maintain my own integrity and try to defend such a concept?Now I realize that there are as many kinds of Baptists as Heinz has products.  They differ on one or two of these points, but the great majority holds to all these beliefs.In light of all of this, I could not support with my influence or money the Baptist Church.  Since they all believe that all one must do to be saved is ask Jesus into your heart to be saved and once you are saved you cannot be lost, I am totally at loss as to why they divide into 57 varieties.  If it’s not a matter of salvation and you can never be lost why allow friction and division on anything?You say there is nothing in a name?  Try putting your name on my check or my car title or the deed to my house.  As one old lady said, “I’ve been a Baptist for 57 years and you’re not going to make a Christian out of me now.”

If you’re a Christian, don’t let them make a Baptist out of you!  Don’t be a hybrid “Christian.”  Just simply be a Christian.

NO CREED BUT CHRIST

No Book but the Bible

No Name but the Divine.

Speak where the Bible Speaks

Be silent where the Bible is silent

Call scripture things by Scriptural names.

Restoration brings unity rather than division.

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Does the Rabbi Know When an Immigrant is a Stranger?

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Religious leaders preaching politics is nothing new, but it’s always best if that proselytizing is factual.

Marie Fischer

At this most important time in the Jewish religious year, Project 21 member Marie Fischer notes that one rabbi might not have made a clear point to his followers regarding immigration policy:

This week, I joined with millions of my fellow Jews in attending synagogue for Rosh Hashanah services. It’s one of the most religious days on the Jewish calendar. Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish new year, began a 10-day period of repentance and reflections. It ends with the holiest day, Yom Kippur – the Day of Atonement.

The content of this year’s Rosh Hashanah sermons has some of my friends talking. While rabbis at synagogues in the Conservative and Reform movements will insert modern issues into their sermons, many of them may not have been completely accurate in attempting to combine the old and the new.

One acquaintance described how the sermon at her synagogue became political grandstanding from the bimah – the raised platform in the synagogue where the Torah is read. She described how her rabbi chastised America in general and the Trump Administration in particular for the way he said immigrants are being treated.

Of course, most liberals – of which this rabbi was obviously one – never note a difference between immigrants who come to this country legally and through the proper channels and those who immediately break the law by sneaking into the country.

I am sure the rabbi spoke how “the stranger” is mentioned 36 times in the Torah (the first five books of the Bible) and detailed how we are supposed to act towards the stranger. I am sure the rabbi went on to say that we as Americans, and the Trump Administration, are going against G-d’s law. But are we?

In Hebrew, one word for stranger is “ger” (or “geiress”). That is the word used in the Torah 36 times to which many rabbis and other religious leaders are obviously referring. But there are stronger words for stranger in Hebrew. There is “zar,” which means alien, foreigner or outsider. There is also “nochri,” which means gentile, alien or foreigner.

Ger is also used to describe one who is converting to Judaism. I was once a ger. In fact, those who are less religious still refer to me as a ger. On the other hand, more religious circles state that once you are a Jew, your previous status no longer exists. It is as if you were always a Jew.

When I first started out on my road to conversion, I initially went to a Reform synagogue. The rabbi told me that when I was comfortable enough to pledge myself to the Jewish people, then I was ready to convert. At that point I had already spent over 15 years of my life immersed in Jewish culture and tradition. I could have pledged myself right then and there, but I knew I had more to learn. In my mind how could I be a Jew – let alone a good Jew – if I could not effectively speak or at least read Hebrew and know Jewish history?

Despite the sermonizing, I feel the ger/stranger mentioned 36 times in the Torah could be equated to immigrants – but only those who have come here legally.

Not only do immigrants defined in this way pledge themselves to this country, but they learn to read and speak our language, learn our history and accept the laws of our land as their own. Many go on to become citizens of the United States, and – like converts to Judaism – their previous status no longer matters since they are now Americans.

Like the many Jewish definitions of stranger, we cannot forget there are many types of immigrants trying to enter the United States these days. As people engage in public debate on the issue, particularly from places as important and influential as a bimah of a synagogue during the High Holidays, it’s important to understand and use the proper terms.

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