Lars Redoubt
January 21st, 2008, 12:42 AM
12-12-07
Hail Stevie! It was great to receive your letter of 6 DEC 07 & the Yule card starring the raccoons. I much prefer to see them than I would to see jews in Palestinian garb, in their star-gazing mode. “The Lamb of God” alias Jesus, was in fact a scapegoat in the jewish tradition. According to jewish cabalism, the innocent scapegoat is sacrificed to protect the sinners, for all their guilt is transferred to him. That’s why jews chant, “Never forgive! Never forget!” They know the real meaning of the Jesus Myth, unlike the Goyim, us!
I found your letter both wise & touching. Henry David Thoreau said, “The unexamined life is not worth living.” To me, that means only that we must be conscious of our past & our present, with the intention of improving our future, with better behavior. It’s also called ‘insight,’ but ZOG prefers that we live unconsciously, like zombies. Such a deal!
You have informed me, hence you have helped me replace my ignorance of the Africanization of White youth with knowledge which I would not have had, otherwise. I see it in the jewsmedia, but to realize that Afro values & behavior have become present in real people is somewhat jarring. Of course, people tend to emulate jewsmedia behavior, if they know nothing better. I thought I should emulate the heroic journalists depicted by Hebrewood when I was a child, so I took journalism in High School, & I worked as a part-time cub reporter for the local newspaper. Journalism was different from its jewsmedia depiction, as are all careers. Consider the jobs touted by movies & TV: What could be more tedious &/or boring than to be a real cowboy, detective, reporter or soldier? What could be more disgusting than to be a doctor or nurse? One former commando-type summed up his military career as being 90% tedium & 10% sheer terror. The jewsmedia can tout it as & form of high-minded adventure, accompanied by spectacular fireworks, but the soldier of “All Quiet on the Western Front” was more accurate, that in the end, one is dead or alive, & if he is the former, he can’t fool people very long.
The Africanization of White youth indicates a lack of White community & White self-consciousness, as well as White values. Although I have not enjoyed much, if any, experience of White community, I have experienced the latter two. In White Africa, for example, the worst possible ‘sin’ was for fellow Whites to know that you’d broken a promise, or gone back on your word, as depicted in Conrad’s “Lord Jim.” To be White in the former British Empire was like being member of a club. You were not anonymous. When I was transferred to Bulawayo, Rhodesia, from its former capital, Salisbury, now Harare, strangers would say, “Oh, you’re the Yank from California!” A White man was expected to live up to White values. In battle, we were never to cut & run out on our subordinates, including our African troops. Winston Churchill wrote that a White officer had to behave bravely, even if he were a real coward, for if he ran away from battle, so would his native troops. Of course, running away will usually get one killed, unless he is “faster than a speeding bullet,” like Superman.
In White society, jail terms were deemed a badge of shame, either for one’s dishonesty or one’s incompetence. A sociology professor said, “Only unsuccessful criminals go to prison.” He was quite right, as I later learned, as in the old adage, “Why doth treason never prosper; what could be the reason? For, if treason prosper, none dare call it treason.” As is said, “The king is dead. Long live the king (his replacement).” In war, soldiers routinely commit felonies against those defined as enemies, including murder & destruction of property &/or theft of same. In other words, it’s not what you do, but who you are at the time. That’s why our ZOG accuses those who lose in war as “war criminals.” One joker defined a terrorist as one who bombs a target without the use of an aircraft. When we received our assignments for emergency duties during the Rhodesian civil war in the 1970s, the officer who handed you the envelope containing your orders would say, “Don’t let the side down.” My automatic & enthusiastic response was, “No, Sah!” accompanied by a snappy British salute. I have never let “the side down,” certainly not our side. Funny thing was, that Prime Minister Ian Smith, our commander in chief, had already let us down by selling out to Black Marxist Misrule. The decision had been made, mostly by Henry Kissinger, but Smith would carry it out, while good White men were fighting & dying for “the side.” The danger is that our White values can put us in the ‘sucker’ category, if we are not careful. Our bravery, loyalty & trust may be exploited by our enemies, as occurs now, under ZOG. If we are not afraid to die, then why do we die for ZOG? I suspect our ignorance is why.
Imagine that we were cowards, but we knew our enemy would torture us to death if we surrendered. Knowing that, even a coward would prefer to die fighting. As my old friend, Col. Rudel of the Luftwaffe, said: “You only lose if you, yourself, give up.” He never gave up, & he may be flying a sortie in the skies of Valhalla. I have had the privilege of knowing some truly fine people. When fighting the Amerasians, wise Whites advised, “Save the last bullet for yourself.”
Generally, people strive to live up, or down to their expectations. That is why the examples of others, in particular those closest to us, are so important. We are lucky if we can recognize our mistakes, so we can learn from them. In that way, we may become both informed & wise. The best of all possible worlds would be if we could see the future to the extent that we could avoid mistakes. We can do this by learning from others. That way, we may avoid making their mistakes, so we can make our own. Ha! With 20-20 hindsight, I have realized that I have made mistakes, but I was lucky, & so avoided the usual consequences. If & choice must be made between luck or wisdom, I prefer luck! Life may be too short to acquire wisdom. As some observe: “We grow too soon old & too late smart.” The Spaniards say: “The Devil knows more because he is old, than because he is the Devil.” But, as you noted, all sayings may have their contradictions, even if they are not phrased so cleverly. Age has traditionally been a badge of honor, but in this era of rapid change, much knowledge becomes obsolete & thereby irrelevant. My American grandfather was a dentist & he needed to grow a beard to prosper in his profession, in order to look older. In those days, youthful dentists were deemed less competent than old dentists. But dental technology has changed so rapidly that people prefer young dentists, since they have the latest training & equipment, which they know how to use. The same applies to old doctors. When I studied chemistry in college, we were told that scientific knowledge was advancing so rapidly that our college-acquired knowledge would be, possibly, up to date for two years, at most, for it was becoming obsolete as we learned it. That was one factor in my change of majors into the humanities, for humans don’t change as fast as technology, even though technology has changed their behavior in many respects. In the U.S. Army, I was able to choose German or coding machinery. I knew coding machinery would become obsolete before German, & I knew German would be useful in my life as a civilian, but not coding machine knowledge. Hence, the only value in being old comes from knowing the past, & also being relevant in the present. Not only does the passage of time & events confer experience, but it also may confer loss of memory & the ability to communicate, along with physical debility.
Geezerhood can be a surprise, unless it drastically interferes with one’s normal activities, like a severe injury. In my case, age was not a factor in my loss of jobs. Two employers went out of business, & my last job went to India. There I was: White, male & broke in anti-White Judeo-America. Oy veh! But then came a ‘fairy godmother’ in the form of a woman at the unemployment office, who said that I was old enough to collect my Social Security & Veterans’ benefits. Surprise, surprise! That was my welcome into geezerdom, in which I am more physically active than I was when I worked as a part-time, minimum-wage coolie. No need for me to return to “Inja” in pursuit of my former Yakima job! One visit to India was quite enough to satisfy my curiosity. As it is, most of my local phonecalls come from Bombay, anyway. Their ‘curried’ English is so fast that I must ask them to repeat their ‘wondrous offers’ of consumer paradise, in which I am really not interested.
I recall a Norse tale in which Loki & company are challenged by a ‘host,’ who is not what he appears to be. The host tells the strongest visitor that he’s no match for the host’s old servant. The strong visitor is the loser, as I recall, in a wrestling match with the “old servant,” who is really Old Age in disguise. In other words, old age can weaken the strongest people. It’s just a matter of time, as some say. Ha!
The joke is that I do not perceive myself as an old man. Mentally, I don’t feel any different than I did decades ago. My interests & abilities are pretty much the same, although my typing is much faster. It’s other people who ‘conspire’ to label me as a geezer. They ask, “So what theater were you in during World War II?” The scary thing is that they are serious, since I am aware of people & events of that period, some of whom I met, long after the war. I was all of 6 when WW II ended. On VJ Day, I recall San Fernando, CA, as almost deserted, since most people had gone to Los Angeles for the celebration. Both my parents worked & neither drank, so we didn’t go. I didn’t miss it, since any mob scenes were recorded in newspaper pictures, which I’ve seen many times, as in sailors kissing their girlfriends of the moment. My parents were happily married, so they didn’t need that sort of affection, either. My mom used to say that I was born 50 years old, so maybe that’s true, too. As a kid, I wanted to know what adults knew & do what adults could do, so I was a little impatient with kid stuff, which was, at best, poor substitutes for the real stuff, in my view. As a kid, I played with toy trains, & as an adult, I worked with real ones, hauling real things, which was more satisfying, just as I suspected as a child. We should make our time serve us, not vice versa. Keep up the good work! ORION!
Eric
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Write to:
Mr. Eric Thomson
P.O. Box 896
Yakima, Washington 98907-0896
U.S.A.
Hail Stevie! It was great to receive your letter of 6 DEC 07 & the Yule card starring the raccoons. I much prefer to see them than I would to see jews in Palestinian garb, in their star-gazing mode. “The Lamb of God” alias Jesus, was in fact a scapegoat in the jewish tradition. According to jewish cabalism, the innocent scapegoat is sacrificed to protect the sinners, for all their guilt is transferred to him. That’s why jews chant, “Never forgive! Never forget!” They know the real meaning of the Jesus Myth, unlike the Goyim, us!
I found your letter both wise & touching. Henry David Thoreau said, “The unexamined life is not worth living.” To me, that means only that we must be conscious of our past & our present, with the intention of improving our future, with better behavior. It’s also called ‘insight,’ but ZOG prefers that we live unconsciously, like zombies. Such a deal!
You have informed me, hence you have helped me replace my ignorance of the Africanization of White youth with knowledge which I would not have had, otherwise. I see it in the jewsmedia, but to realize that Afro values & behavior have become present in real people is somewhat jarring. Of course, people tend to emulate jewsmedia behavior, if they know nothing better. I thought I should emulate the heroic journalists depicted by Hebrewood when I was a child, so I took journalism in High School, & I worked as a part-time cub reporter for the local newspaper. Journalism was different from its jewsmedia depiction, as are all careers. Consider the jobs touted by movies & TV: What could be more tedious &/or boring than to be a real cowboy, detective, reporter or soldier? What could be more disgusting than to be a doctor or nurse? One former commando-type summed up his military career as being 90% tedium & 10% sheer terror. The jewsmedia can tout it as & form of high-minded adventure, accompanied by spectacular fireworks, but the soldier of “All Quiet on the Western Front” was more accurate, that in the end, one is dead or alive, & if he is the former, he can’t fool people very long.
The Africanization of White youth indicates a lack of White community & White self-consciousness, as well as White values. Although I have not enjoyed much, if any, experience of White community, I have experienced the latter two. In White Africa, for example, the worst possible ‘sin’ was for fellow Whites to know that you’d broken a promise, or gone back on your word, as depicted in Conrad’s “Lord Jim.” To be White in the former British Empire was like being member of a club. You were not anonymous. When I was transferred to Bulawayo, Rhodesia, from its former capital, Salisbury, now Harare, strangers would say, “Oh, you’re the Yank from California!” A White man was expected to live up to White values. In battle, we were never to cut & run out on our subordinates, including our African troops. Winston Churchill wrote that a White officer had to behave bravely, even if he were a real coward, for if he ran away from battle, so would his native troops. Of course, running away will usually get one killed, unless he is “faster than a speeding bullet,” like Superman.
In White society, jail terms were deemed a badge of shame, either for one’s dishonesty or one’s incompetence. A sociology professor said, “Only unsuccessful criminals go to prison.” He was quite right, as I later learned, as in the old adage, “Why doth treason never prosper; what could be the reason? For, if treason prosper, none dare call it treason.” As is said, “The king is dead. Long live the king (his replacement).” In war, soldiers routinely commit felonies against those defined as enemies, including murder & destruction of property &/or theft of same. In other words, it’s not what you do, but who you are at the time. That’s why our ZOG accuses those who lose in war as “war criminals.” One joker defined a terrorist as one who bombs a target without the use of an aircraft. When we received our assignments for emergency duties during the Rhodesian civil war in the 1970s, the officer who handed you the envelope containing your orders would say, “Don’t let the side down.” My automatic & enthusiastic response was, “No, Sah!” accompanied by a snappy British salute. I have never let “the side down,” certainly not our side. Funny thing was, that Prime Minister Ian Smith, our commander in chief, had already let us down by selling out to Black Marxist Misrule. The decision had been made, mostly by Henry Kissinger, but Smith would carry it out, while good White men were fighting & dying for “the side.” The danger is that our White values can put us in the ‘sucker’ category, if we are not careful. Our bravery, loyalty & trust may be exploited by our enemies, as occurs now, under ZOG. If we are not afraid to die, then why do we die for ZOG? I suspect our ignorance is why.
Imagine that we were cowards, but we knew our enemy would torture us to death if we surrendered. Knowing that, even a coward would prefer to die fighting. As my old friend, Col. Rudel of the Luftwaffe, said: “You only lose if you, yourself, give up.” He never gave up, & he may be flying a sortie in the skies of Valhalla. I have had the privilege of knowing some truly fine people. When fighting the Amerasians, wise Whites advised, “Save the last bullet for yourself.”
Generally, people strive to live up, or down to their expectations. That is why the examples of others, in particular those closest to us, are so important. We are lucky if we can recognize our mistakes, so we can learn from them. In that way, we may become both informed & wise. The best of all possible worlds would be if we could see the future to the extent that we could avoid mistakes. We can do this by learning from others. That way, we may avoid making their mistakes, so we can make our own. Ha! With 20-20 hindsight, I have realized that I have made mistakes, but I was lucky, & so avoided the usual consequences. If & choice must be made between luck or wisdom, I prefer luck! Life may be too short to acquire wisdom. As some observe: “We grow too soon old & too late smart.” The Spaniards say: “The Devil knows more because he is old, than because he is the Devil.” But, as you noted, all sayings may have their contradictions, even if they are not phrased so cleverly. Age has traditionally been a badge of honor, but in this era of rapid change, much knowledge becomes obsolete & thereby irrelevant. My American grandfather was a dentist & he needed to grow a beard to prosper in his profession, in order to look older. In those days, youthful dentists were deemed less competent than old dentists. But dental technology has changed so rapidly that people prefer young dentists, since they have the latest training & equipment, which they know how to use. The same applies to old doctors. When I studied chemistry in college, we were told that scientific knowledge was advancing so rapidly that our college-acquired knowledge would be, possibly, up to date for two years, at most, for it was becoming obsolete as we learned it. That was one factor in my change of majors into the humanities, for humans don’t change as fast as technology, even though technology has changed their behavior in many respects. In the U.S. Army, I was able to choose German or coding machinery. I knew coding machinery would become obsolete before German, & I knew German would be useful in my life as a civilian, but not coding machine knowledge. Hence, the only value in being old comes from knowing the past, & also being relevant in the present. Not only does the passage of time & events confer experience, but it also may confer loss of memory & the ability to communicate, along with physical debility.
Geezerhood can be a surprise, unless it drastically interferes with one’s normal activities, like a severe injury. In my case, age was not a factor in my loss of jobs. Two employers went out of business, & my last job went to India. There I was: White, male & broke in anti-White Judeo-America. Oy veh! But then came a ‘fairy godmother’ in the form of a woman at the unemployment office, who said that I was old enough to collect my Social Security & Veterans’ benefits. Surprise, surprise! That was my welcome into geezerdom, in which I am more physically active than I was when I worked as a part-time, minimum-wage coolie. No need for me to return to “Inja” in pursuit of my former Yakima job! One visit to India was quite enough to satisfy my curiosity. As it is, most of my local phonecalls come from Bombay, anyway. Their ‘curried’ English is so fast that I must ask them to repeat their ‘wondrous offers’ of consumer paradise, in which I am really not interested.
I recall a Norse tale in which Loki & company are challenged by a ‘host,’ who is not what he appears to be. The host tells the strongest visitor that he’s no match for the host’s old servant. The strong visitor is the loser, as I recall, in a wrestling match with the “old servant,” who is really Old Age in disguise. In other words, old age can weaken the strongest people. It’s just a matter of time, as some say. Ha!
The joke is that I do not perceive myself as an old man. Mentally, I don’t feel any different than I did decades ago. My interests & abilities are pretty much the same, although my typing is much faster. It’s other people who ‘conspire’ to label me as a geezer. They ask, “So what theater were you in during World War II?” The scary thing is that they are serious, since I am aware of people & events of that period, some of whom I met, long after the war. I was all of 6 when WW II ended. On VJ Day, I recall San Fernando, CA, as almost deserted, since most people had gone to Los Angeles for the celebration. Both my parents worked & neither drank, so we didn’t go. I didn’t miss it, since any mob scenes were recorded in newspaper pictures, which I’ve seen many times, as in sailors kissing their girlfriends of the moment. My parents were happily married, so they didn’t need that sort of affection, either. My mom used to say that I was born 50 years old, so maybe that’s true, too. As a kid, I wanted to know what adults knew & do what adults could do, so I was a little impatient with kid stuff, which was, at best, poor substitutes for the real stuff, in my view. As a kid, I played with toy trains, & as an adult, I worked with real ones, hauling real things, which was more satisfying, just as I suspected as a child. We should make our time serve us, not vice versa. Keep up the good work! ORION!
Eric
--------------------
Write to:
Mr. Eric Thomson
P.O. Box 896
Yakima, Washington 98907-0896
U.S.A.