Lars Redoubt
October 7th, 2008, 01:05 AM
2-2-06
Hail D.R.! I received the rest of your letter of 27 JAN a day after I received the LSD download. Funny why both your envelopes were mailed the same day, but they arrived on separate days. Chertoff/Osama must be hard up for reading material. I still say that Chertoff looks like Osama with a shave. Is he hiding in plain sight? I am sending material to “Fidelitas” & Forseti Publishing. In my rush to mail your envelope I may have omitted the ads, so I now enclose them. These are prisoner publications, so the artwork was done by a ZOG-gulag inmate. Pretty good, I think. Of course, I donate my stuff, just so others can read it. It’s not a living, but a hobby. I wonder how effective those publications would be on your resume.
I seem to have lots of people who update my resume on the Internet. As you may recall, the last resume I was informed of said that I was a real person, & that I am a retired CIA supervisor for Mossad hit-teams. I replied to my correspondent that I want my back-pay & pension so I can quit working at minimum wage as a parking attendant. The correspondent wrote that I was “probably working under deep cover,” in view of my resume. This spy stuff is really sticky. Once a rumor starts that one is a spy, it does no good to deny it. “That’s what any spy would say!”
This ‘resume’ of mine is on par for the download claiming that Covington was arrested for peddling kiddie-porn. It is, apparently, a total falsehood, which I suspected as such, but I thought it important for me to deny that I am a partner in crime with Covington. I have no idea what he does, except for writing books & battling other word-warriors on the Internet. Other writers have warned about the ZOG’s tactics to discredit the Internet as a news source by exaggerating the truth so much that it becomes incredible, aside from disseminating outright lies, & introducing hysteria over trivia to distract the Goyim. Covington sends me lots of irrelevant stuff, but he didn’t bother to tell me that his alleged arrest was fake, although he knew about it. Well, I admit, I bit the hoax, but I didn’t swallow the hook, because I wrote, IF, Covington was up to such disgusting felonies, then he deserves whatever he gets from the ZOG. I even doubt that Tom Metzger may have concocted the lie, for ZOG knows that Metzger & Covington are antagonists from way back. All the ADL need do is drop a bad word about anybody in the blightwing to start a quarrel accompanied by more mudslinging. If there was not a jew in the world, the blightwing would find lots to quarrel over. Lindstedt is not in the porn racket. According to his letter from prison, where he seems to be awaiting trial, he is charged with molesting a grandson, who I understand is retarded, & seems to have been primed by a zogling in some state child-care agency. Apparently, the boy’s mother is also dysfunctional.
I would certainly take an equalizer on the road. Just drive extra carefully.
I agree that there is a line between porn & erotic writing, drawing, &c. I see it on a spectrum from alluring to awful, & I think the description of the boyfriend’s greasy red cock hits the ‘awful’ end of the scale. Of course, it’s all in the eye of the beholder as to what stimulates & what disgusts, & as far as I’m concerned, that is disgusting. I’m sure you can do much better, except that the publisher may be biased in favor of female writers, that old affirmative-action scam Maybe you can tell them you’re jewish! It’s like the Irish firemen who got their jobs by entering “Black” on the racial quota forms in Boston. Apparently, they were hired, until some niggers opined that they weren’t Black enough, for they were only Black Irish! As you may know, a black man was generally a British Isles’ description of a man with black hair. Usually, these people have light eyes & pale skin. My mother had dark hair & blue eyes, & she couldn’t tan worth a damn, like me, so she’d be a black woman, in pre-nigger invasion parlance. Dr. Oliver wrote that Othello was originally just such a “black man”, & he was never supposed to be played by a nigger. I’m not too familiar with the play, so I’ll give Dr. Oliver credit in this matter. In Salisbury, now Harare, there was a group called The Mashonaland Irish who met in a cool basement pub, of all places. I expected to enter, hearing laughter, singing, maybe music, & enthusiastic conversation. On the contrary! Here was a dour bunch, indeed, mostly sitting by themselves, nursing their beers in Scroogian fashion. I asked one of the ostensible mourners if this was The Mashonaland Irish. In a Scottish brogue, he said, “Yes.” Another fellow at the table, the only other, nodded & said, “Aye.” It turned out that these jolly fellows were from Northern Ireland. They were Prots & therefore imported Scots, whom the English had planted in Ireland as an invasion beachhead for the Brits. I said that I noticed lots of Black Irish in this country, although I admitted I hadn’t been there very long.
The assembly were as stingy with their smiles as they were with their beer, but I had the good fortune to meet a fellow who spoke VERY good German. I asked him where he’d studied, since he was not German, but British. He said that he’d studied in Germany. I asked when. He really did smile, & said, “Oh, from 1940 until 1945.” I said, “Then you were taken prisoner at Dunkirk.” He said he was, so I learned lots of firsthand information. I asked him if he’d ever tried to escape. He said that idea was not on, for the only way he could get anything to eat, as the war worsened for Germany, was by being a P.O.W. He said that the German civilians were already scrounging for edible leaves & whatever. I think he mentioned certain tree bark, from which tea could be made. Coffee had long since vanished, & there was only “muka-fuk”, pronounced “mooka-fook”, which was made of acorns with a dash of chicory. As a P.O.W., he said that they always received their daily ration. It was Kommissbrot, a very nutritious form of bread which was issued to the German military. I’ve eaten it when fresh & not so fresh, & it is delicious. AFTER the war! I’d better watch out. Some WWII vets I’ve chanced to meet locally think that I was in the war, on one side or the other! A little knowledge is a dangerous thing, as is said. I’m sure there are some WWII history buffs who could run circles around me, but they often know lots of kosher baloney, which colors their view of that war. I’ve had the benefit of knowing some real combatants, on all sides of the conflict, including anti-Zionist jews, former Sicherheitsdienst officers et al. I had a brief correspondence with Leon Degrelle, Leni Riefenstahl, Savitri Devi, &c., so I’m something of a contemporary, although I was born in 1939, before WWII officially began in Europe, around the end of The Spanish Civil War & The Great Depression. Those are events to which I relate, as I have done since I was told on December 7th or 8th by my parents that they’d just heard on the radio that we were at war. As I recall, we were having a picnic in Beal Park, Bakersfield, CA. It must have been a week end, for there were lots of people also picnicking. One family had a portable radio, which was typical for pre-electrified USA, before the Rural Electrification Act of FDR. As I sat on the blanket spread out on the grass, whose aroma I recall, & my association of Picnic/Grass, I saw all the adults rush over to the radio. When my parents came back, I could see the concern on their faces, so I asked, “Whatta matter?” or words to that effect. Their somber reply was: “We’re at war.” I knew that was bad, whatever it meant. I can say that the full meaning of “war” still escapes me, for I grew up as a civilian in an official war zone which also escaped the devastation of war, although the west coast did receive some attacks in the form of an alleged Jap sub which allegedly fired an alleged shell off the coast of Ventura, if I recall correctly. At least, there was a small crater & some shrapnel holes in a corrugated steel shed next to an oilwell. Then there was the ”air raid” alarm over L.A., which caused some minor damage from our own flak. The most effective attacks were the Jap boobytrapped balloons intended to start forest fires in WA, OR et al. A few of them arrived & at least one civilian got killed messing with one, here in WA.
To return to my P.O.W. in Germany, he could tell me the exact dimensions of his daily bread ration, which was about the size of a 6” ruler & about as thick. How he relished that ration. One day he contrived to have a feast: he’d save TWO rations & glut out. He put the two pieces under his pillow, one fine night, only to wake up with the discovery that a fellow P.O.W., The Unknown P.O.W., had stolen his bread! For him, it was the most traumatic memory of the war. It was a real holocaust! As Germany shrank from Allied invasions, P.O.W.s were evacuated from their camps & transferred into the interior via road. He said their P.O.W. column was clearly identified with Red Cross insignia & huge banners with “P.O.W’. displayed prominently thereon. Nevertheless, they were strafed frequently by Allied fighter-bombers. By that time their column of 200-500 was “guarded” by one old German reservist, whom they called “Fritz”, he was pretty decrepit, so the P.O.W.s carried his helmet & rifle! One day, they were overtaken by U.S. troops in jeeps. A brash U.S. lieutenant pulled his weapon & threatened Fritz. It appeared that Fritz was the first “Nazi” the Lt. had encountered, so he wanted to make the most of it, just as Hemingway bragged about shooting a uniformed German kid, as his ‘contribution’ to the war effort. Hollywood Nazis & Hemingway Heroes were made for one another. The U.S. Lt. was astounded to see the prisoners rush to the defense of their shaking German “guard”. The Lt. invited them to take anything of his they wanted, but the P.O.W.s said they had grown tired of toting Fritz’s “bloody helmet & rifle”, & they had no desire for his other accoutrements. I suppose the Americans stole what they wanted & took old Fritz off to starvation & exposure in one of Nigger Ike’s death enclosures. The Yanks handed out cigarettes, which the former P.O.W.s enjoyed, but when they tried to eat U.S. rations, they got sick, because their starvation diet made such items much too rich. That also is what killed lots of Bergen-Belsen inmates after the British liberation of that camp, according to Dr. Barton, who testified to that fact in Toronto.
As you say, authors use all sorts of tricks to stoke & lubricate their skills. Inspiration is usually elusive, unless one is like Stephen King, whose mind is occupied by a phantasmagoria of ghastly characters & plots. He is merely the medium for THEIR expression, as he alleged in an interview, so he can write sober, drunk or stoned. His inspiration is like an oilwell under pressure, which he need only uncap when he wants it to gush. I don’t know if he is lucky or cursed, but he sure is rich, just from writing fiction. I understand that he even writes under pen names because his publishers are inundated with his volume, & wish to create the illusion that there is at least one more writer than S. King! I also suspect that he is jewish. He sure looks Mongolian! Does cocaine inhalation make one’s eyes slant?
I am also lazy. I don’t think I could pull saleable fiction out of my hat or my head, sufficient for me to make a living from it. All my shortstories are transcripts of dreams, so there was no effort in the idea. The only work was getting the dreams down on paper, & that is no problem, as long as I have access to paper, typewriter & fresh ribbons. Atmosphere is also a good stimulus & inspiration for writing. The Paper Moon is one example. You could do an H.S. Thompson on “Fear & Loathing at the Paper Moon” or some such, to avoid getting sued for copyright, defamation, hate crimes, &c. Another name for Usreal could be The Litigian Empire, which is at least as litigious as ancient Rome.
Yes, history repeats. Given similar circumstances as The French (K) or Russian (U) Revolutions, the depredations will recur. When we are ruled by scum, the dregs eventually come to the top of society, at least for a time. What happened then can happen now, & it certainly will happen if we recreate that sort of chaos in an already savage, but decadent society such as ours. Your Paper Moon reminds me of Van Gogh’s “Cafe in Arles”, which apparently gave him bad vibes. Well, absinthe makes the heart grow fonder, eh?
Your loathing of middleclass ‘existence’ is on par with mine. Fortunately, I had the opportunity to escape by leaving this society. Otherwise, my only options would have been class change within the society, which would most likely have been down, rather than up. Our social situation reminds me of the movie, “Khartoum”, starring Charlton Heston as Gordon. Gordon was a true misfit who created a career of his own, as mercenary, with Brit connections. It appeared that Lord Palmerston was upset about Gordon’s foray into The Sudan, so he would not be drawn into that vast region prematurely, as it was portrayed in the movie. Palmerston gave the most chilling revelation of the British I have ever read: he said something like “We have no loyalty to friends nor allies, only to interests.” In his statement, which I only recall vaguely, as I’ve stated, he would naturally include the British people as equally expendable to those “interests”, which are identified in “The Empire of the City” (of London), & in the explicit essay thereon which I copied from the last issue of John Tyndall’s “Spearhead” magazine. If you want a copy, let me know, for I know you probably don’t want additional paper to tote around.
Moods are another source of inspiration. For example, I associate certain music with certain periods of history & certain places, regardless of composer. Of course, we can associate “The Warsaw Concerto” & “As Time Goes By” with WWII. I associate music by Bartok, Poulenc (sp?) et al. with that period between WWI & WW II.
My English prof. at Occidental College told us that writing fiction is practical only with maturity, & maturity must be accompanied by experience, well-examined experience. The older I become, the wiser he seems. This also applies to good poker players. Beware of the geezers, ‘cause they didn’t get old by being careless, & unobservant. As the Spaniards say, “The Devil knows more because he is old, than he does for being the Devil.” Jack London was a great fiction writer, because his youthful experiences were novels in themselves. I recall a bio of him in which he visited U. of C. at Berkeley, where there was a class on English & creative writing. The Prof. Listened to London’s brief introduction of himself, & concluded: “This man has sufficient experience to write several novels, just by recording what he’s seen & done.” London was skilled enough to present his experiences in novel form, rather than as a diary. I recall reading B. Traven’s “The Treasure of the Sierra Madres”, & I was unfavorably impressed with his lack of continuity. As I recall, some characters appear & disappear, with no relevance to the plotline. I view character development as a fundamental basis of good story-telling, for the character should reinforce the plotline, in my opinion. After all, the story-teller should think of his readers! I guess such pervert pen-pushers as Burroughs & movie-makers as Warhol would appeal to the masochist market for fiction, in which their chosen entertainment is more of an ordeal. I began “The Chosen One” as an experiment in writing style, but after re-reading the MS, I discovered that the text reflected several different fiction writers’ styles, whose novels I’d been reading when I was writing. I also noted that I was running off on endless tangents, since I had no conclusion to work toward. That idea is essential, albeit conventional. Then I designed the story to appeal to the only commercial publishers, jewish publishers. There was also a hidden message designed to appeal to rootless, adventurous, greedy desperadoes, not Mr. & Mrs. Middleclass family people. ‘Nuff said. I don’t promote that title, for it is now as dangerous to have in the here & now, as I warned readers on the second printing’s back cover. Pierce was never a revolutionary, for he reversed the target priority from strategic to idiotic. That’s when I began to suspect that he was just a bourgeois zogling, whatever he may have thought of himself. What his successors may be I do not know, since they never contact Eric the Awful alias Thomson the Terrible, who receives occasional letters from (gasp?) Harold the Horrible Covington.
My take on H.A.C. conforms to that of an old Brit-spook who was asked why it took the Brits so long to unmask the alleged traitor, Philby. I say, alleged traitor, for the rulers of Britain are obviously anti-British, including their kosher royal family. A traitor betrays his trust, so did Philby betray the anti-British trust of Britain’s rulers? Definitely not! The Brit-spook said that Philby was always in contact with his Soviet counterparts, because THAT WAS HIS JOB! If he’d not been in contact, he’d have been fired. So the interviewer asked how the Brits knew whose side Philby was on. The Brit explained that one never knew, except by means of a theoretical ledger of a spook’s performance: was the information he gave his Soviet counterpart of LESS value than the information he obtained therefrom? If the answer was “yes,” then it could be assumed that Philby was on the British side. If not, then it would appear that he was on the Soviet side. The Brit-spook concluded that “We shall not know whose side he really served until all books are balanced with the end of history.” This rule applies to all of us, so I just concentrate on doing as much as I deem right, for that is my karmic role in history, as minor as it appears. One fellow asked me if I believed in destiny. I said, “Even a grain of sand plays its part in destiny, so I was as much a creature of destiny as anyone.” And I still am. As Savitri Devi wrote: I am “a karma-yogi”, when I mentioned our coin-flipping exercise every morning to determine which one of us would drive the Landrover up & down the dirt airstrip to check for landmines. I’d never given it a second thought, although I knew what a landmine could do. The choice was simple: Death before breakfast or death after breakfast. As it turned out, neither I nor my Portuguese assistant found any landmines on the airstrip. Ha!
Covington’s consistent pattern is that of infiltration, disruption & destruction of any group he has founded or joined. After I left the Zud in Toronto, he was trying to approach Zündel with offers of support & collaboration. The Zud was also sending warnings to Metzger that I was a dangerous infiltrator, best avoided. I remember the famous Nast cartoon of the Tamany Ring’s members answering the question: “Who stole the people’s money?” by each pointing a finger at the next member of the circle.
I am a solitary populist, so my strategy is not to destroy or defame others who have different ideas, but merely to promote my own ideas. If there are no takers, so be it. I do not blame others for ”stealing my thunder, taking the wind out of my sails,” &c. The blightwing appears consistent in regarding all those who differ ideologically or who just live, as competitors &/or as ‘enemy agents’. Covington promotes no ideology, although he signs off with “88!”, but he is no more a National Socialist than I am a lamppost. Again, the virtual ledger applies: How does Covington aid Whites, as opposed to his possible aid to the ZOG? A mere change of place, which he advocates, without any change of mind, cannot save our kind, but it does reveal names & locations of all those who contact Covington & who may be conned into funding him. As I say, he does not inform me as to his activities, although I receive lots of irrelevant material from him, so he could have been a porn-peddler or anything else. We are linked merely to the photo-op of us standing next to Rhodes’ tomb in Matopos, Zimbabwe. That is the image the blightwing retains to view us as ‘partners in crime’. Covington is more of a danger to Whites, than he is to the ZOG, as is obvious from his decades-long track record. But is he a zogling? I assume that if one quacks like a duck, swims like a duck, &c. he is one. Why shouldn’t the ZOG defame one who cannot be harmed by it? Covington has no reputation to lose, but he needs notoriety, so he remains on the blightwing scene. How this will play out remains to be seen, so we should stay tuned, until WW III drowns out this minor form of entertainment known as ‘blightwing-watching’.
Your observations on your reaction to the eye-challenge by the nigger with the White girl were an example of doing the right thing, perhaps for the wrong reasons, I.E., your investment in The Middleclass Lifestyle of Judeo-America. She has joined the enemy side & is spoiled biologically, if not mentally, so good riddance to her. This country is enemy territory for White men, so until we are mentally prepared & organized for resistance to our genocide by ZOG, you wisely held your fire &/or your fists. You are a political soldier, so you know how useless & foolish it is to fling yourself upon the fixed bayonets of the enemy, despite the provocation. I do not counsel cowardice, but prudence. Oncoming events will allow you to test your bravery & then some, for timing is everything, in politics & in comedy. These experiences are ammo in your “never forgive, never forget” arsenal of mental preparedness & determination. The true soldier is subordinate to his mission. Those who are not, are not real soldiers. As Frederick the Great declared: “I am the first servant of the state.” And as Adolf Hitler declared: “I am the first soldier of the Third Reich!” Both men meant what they said. Churchill’s “blood, sweat & tears” were meant for others, certainly not himself. I understand that he revealed his real views of the war to the public when he toured a section of London which had been bombed toward the end of the war, whether by aircraft, V-1 or V-2. He told the workers whose area had been damaged: “Ah, it reminds me of the beginning of the Blitz!” The workers booed him for that, as I recall from reading about it. Churchill obviously viewed WW II as a form of entertainment & personal aggrandizement. “Good old Winnie!”
No, I was not joking about the danger on the roads which current travellers face from the ZOG & the mob. I do not travel for the sake of travelling for financial reasons & for security reasons. I may have mentioned that I recently received an offer from a correspondent to pay for my trip to Iran, where I could attend a conference on the Holohoax, which I politely declined, in view of the fact that I could be arrested for thoughtcrime as soon as I stepped outside the Jew Ass Oy Veh. As things stand, I could be legally abducted here by ZOG & deported to any country with a thoughtcrime law, so I might be making an unplanned visit to Israel. If I survived, I could write an essay entitled, “From Usrael to Israel in One Easy Lesson.”
Your mother should be more careful. So far, she has been lucky, like the player who hits a jackpot after a few bets, but who remains to lose it all, & then some, by staying in the game. When I worked at the now-defunct casino, I was told of a “Yakima Success Story”: a Yakimoron drove down to Vegas in his $50,000 Porsche, & he returned on a $100,000 Greyhound bus! I understand that the NV casinos actually post the odds in favor of the house, so that shows us that gambling is not a rational activity. I’ve seen so many hands of Blackjack that I have the same adverse reaction to the game as I still do from a whiff of tequila, on which I O.D.ed in Mexico exactly twice. Never again! So much for tequila as an antidote to The Aztec Twostep. Bravery is comprised of knowing the danger while performing one’s duties. It does not mean ignoring it.
As you indicate, the military mind is often too compartmentalized to perceive & understand the Bigger Picture, for in politics, military action is merely one means in the inventory. I remember my concise debate with “Maguire”, whoever that may be. He chided me on my “Colonel Blimp” viewpoint on military occupation, when I warned him against invading & occupying Afghanistan & Iraq. “The invasion will be easy,” I stated, “but the occupation will be defeat for the occupiers: When you occupy, you will begin to die, for you are much too close to the enemy.” Technology was not the answer, as Vietnam & Iraq show; Tom Clancy to the contrary, & “Maguire” also. I do not speak from ego, but from experience & study of others’ experience. We were told that U.S. superiority in weapons & logistics would make Vietnam a cakewalk or “a military promenade,” to use a Napoleonic expression. After all, how many bombers & aircraft carriers did the North Vietnamese have? Afghanistan had nothing similar to U.S. materiel, nor did Iraq, so they’d be ”pushovers.” Sure: to enter, but not to occupy.
Let us suppose that the ZOG suddenly vanished in a cloud of kosher smoke: how are we prepared to cope with the racial war which would erupt all over this jewish empire? Who is mentally & physically prepared for such a situation, even if there were no ZOG-forces allied with the non-White anti-Whites? Existing mestizo militias may survive until China gets its act together, which I fear very much that it will, as it seems to have been doing already, thanks be to ZOG. The Chinese could make “Red Dawn” look like a picnic in Disneyland. They would be a well-organized, competent, remorseless, ruthless enemy, whose numbers are endless & who’re willing to sacrifice, even to the point of causing militias to run out of ammo At best, this would be a genocidal war of attrition. Under those terms, the Chinese would certainly win.
So wimpy-Whitey must use every brain cell at his disposal, & be prepared for desperate battle, with at least the same ruthlessness as the enemy. The jews have done to North America what they allegedly did to Babylon, their ancient host & benefactor: open the gates to the enemy, just as they did to Christian Spain, on behalf of the Moorish invaders. Some things never change. Canada is already heavily-populated & colonized by Chinese. U.S. schools are also teaching a new bilingual curriculum: Mandarin & English. Forget Spanish! The hispano-mestizos are just rabble, peones, two-legged locusts. The Chinese are imperialists, with their own government in place, “the jews of Asia,” as a Japanese told me. Like the jews of the ZOG, the Chinese bring their own government with them, as well as their own economy, culture & labor force. They don’t need anybody else, not for production, nor for consumption. All they need is land, which we are giving them. Under this New World Order, the useless eaters are doomed, jews included. The Chinese don’t need their elderly, nor their rackets, nor their entertainment. Nor do they need (gasp!) niggerball. The Chinese attitude was expressed by one, who said, “One side wins. One side loses. Who cares about that?” What an alien perspective, eh? The jew would say, “Yeah, but the game is fixed, so we always win!” I likewise said of the Afghans that their economy may be primitive, but the people are knowledgeable & sophisticated, compared to their invaders & occupiers, & they are very tough & determined, as the former USSR found out with all their high-tech ruthlessness. U.S. military idiots figured that our high-tech is better, just as we did after the French pulled out of Indochina. Better weapons do not make for intelligent strategy. One writer described the U.S. as attempting to substitute military might for intelligence. Surely, some Goyim can now see the results of that folly! I’m not a military genius, but I could see it before the Pentagonian zoglings could see it, unless they are paid for NOT seeing it, which I believe they are. They are paid to destroy the USA, & that’s what they are doing. Any pro-U.S. politician & military man would know from Iraq’s short history as a country that ending minority Arab rule would cause a civil war that Iran would win, since the Shi-ite majority is basically Iranian, not Arab, & the Kurds are unwilling to be governed by Arabs or Iranians. The “insurgency” is really a civil war, a 3- sided civil war, in which we dimwits are standing in their respective lines of fire, thanks be to ZOG. That’s what Israel wanted & Israel doesn’t care about FEDZOGUSA’S mindless military minions. Why should they? Why don’t we care, is the real question.
In the coming civil war, seizure of resources such as food & fuel will be essential to survival, at least until such items run out, which they will. High explosives are unnecessary to cripple the infrastructure. The Jayhawker toppled power pylons with dynamite, but he could have done so by loosening the bolts which attach the pylon to its base, as was done by person or persons unknown in Toronto, which blacked out part of the city & surrounding area. The wind blew it over, in the absence of the nuts. Trains can be derailed quite easily. A train derailment on a bridge or in a tunnel could delay rail traffic for the length of time the wreck & damage could be cleared & repaired &/or the route detoured. Trucks easily run out of fuel. Sugar in a fuel storage tank could knock out fleets of trucks. Spikes on roads can do the same. Imagine a truck crash on the 5-level freeway interchange in L.A., for example. Airports can be knocked out with the threat of snipers. Things are quite vulnerable in this Land of ZOG. For the record, I’m just warning of possibilities, so if Chertoff/Osama reads this letter, I am not advocating such merry pranks. Oh, a major oil pipeline in CA was cut by Roman means: the saboteurs undermined a section of the pipeline in open country, which they supported with timbers. They then set the timbers on fire, causing the collapse of the pipeline & the ignition of the oil it carried. Where there’s a will, there’s a way, with or without explosives. Imagine obstacles put on a runway, protected by snipers. Would you care to land a 747 under those conditions?
Your assessment of the nigger who followed me briefly on the darkened, deserted street in downtown ghosttown Yakima would be correct if he were in Baltimore, but not here, for the mestizos control the dope-trade & the niggers are running so scared that they are even polite to Whites, as that one was with me. I think I scared him, in fact! No one dressed like me looks as if he could afford any dope. The niggers have pretty much fled Yakima, as they have L.A. in Mexifornia, so it’s “hasta la vista, baby!”
Don’t let the bastards grind you down. As my old friend, Col. Rudel used to say, “He only loses if he, himself, gives up.” Oops! I’m again giving away my age & my acquaintances. I can also say that I’ve shaken the hands of several who shook hands with Adolf Hitler, so one who shakes my hand is only two handshakes away from The Leader. Amazing. Be prepared, as we used to say in Boy Scouts. All the best, as always. DOWZ! & ORION!
E.T.
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Ernest Hemingway: American Hero or Common War Criminal?
http://vnnforum.com/showthread.php?t=69917
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Return to Spring Island
http://www.faem.com/eric/et041.htm
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The Awakening
http://www.faem.com/eric/2000/et016.htm
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Night Express
http://vnnforum.com/showthread.php?t=72750
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The Chosen One
http://www.faem.com/books/
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Write to:
Mr. Eric Thomson
P.O. Box 896
Yakima, Washington 98907-0896
U.S.A.
Hail D.R.! I received the rest of your letter of 27 JAN a day after I received the LSD download. Funny why both your envelopes were mailed the same day, but they arrived on separate days. Chertoff/Osama must be hard up for reading material. I still say that Chertoff looks like Osama with a shave. Is he hiding in plain sight? I am sending material to “Fidelitas” & Forseti Publishing. In my rush to mail your envelope I may have omitted the ads, so I now enclose them. These are prisoner publications, so the artwork was done by a ZOG-gulag inmate. Pretty good, I think. Of course, I donate my stuff, just so others can read it. It’s not a living, but a hobby. I wonder how effective those publications would be on your resume.
I seem to have lots of people who update my resume on the Internet. As you may recall, the last resume I was informed of said that I was a real person, & that I am a retired CIA supervisor for Mossad hit-teams. I replied to my correspondent that I want my back-pay & pension so I can quit working at minimum wage as a parking attendant. The correspondent wrote that I was “probably working under deep cover,” in view of my resume. This spy stuff is really sticky. Once a rumor starts that one is a spy, it does no good to deny it. “That’s what any spy would say!”
This ‘resume’ of mine is on par for the download claiming that Covington was arrested for peddling kiddie-porn. It is, apparently, a total falsehood, which I suspected as such, but I thought it important for me to deny that I am a partner in crime with Covington. I have no idea what he does, except for writing books & battling other word-warriors on the Internet. Other writers have warned about the ZOG’s tactics to discredit the Internet as a news source by exaggerating the truth so much that it becomes incredible, aside from disseminating outright lies, & introducing hysteria over trivia to distract the Goyim. Covington sends me lots of irrelevant stuff, but he didn’t bother to tell me that his alleged arrest was fake, although he knew about it. Well, I admit, I bit the hoax, but I didn’t swallow the hook, because I wrote, IF, Covington was up to such disgusting felonies, then he deserves whatever he gets from the ZOG. I even doubt that Tom Metzger may have concocted the lie, for ZOG knows that Metzger & Covington are antagonists from way back. All the ADL need do is drop a bad word about anybody in the blightwing to start a quarrel accompanied by more mudslinging. If there was not a jew in the world, the blightwing would find lots to quarrel over. Lindstedt is not in the porn racket. According to his letter from prison, where he seems to be awaiting trial, he is charged with molesting a grandson, who I understand is retarded, & seems to have been primed by a zogling in some state child-care agency. Apparently, the boy’s mother is also dysfunctional.
I would certainly take an equalizer on the road. Just drive extra carefully.
I agree that there is a line between porn & erotic writing, drawing, &c. I see it on a spectrum from alluring to awful, & I think the description of the boyfriend’s greasy red cock hits the ‘awful’ end of the scale. Of course, it’s all in the eye of the beholder as to what stimulates & what disgusts, & as far as I’m concerned, that is disgusting. I’m sure you can do much better, except that the publisher may be biased in favor of female writers, that old affirmative-action scam Maybe you can tell them you’re jewish! It’s like the Irish firemen who got their jobs by entering “Black” on the racial quota forms in Boston. Apparently, they were hired, until some niggers opined that they weren’t Black enough, for they were only Black Irish! As you may know, a black man was generally a British Isles’ description of a man with black hair. Usually, these people have light eyes & pale skin. My mother had dark hair & blue eyes, & she couldn’t tan worth a damn, like me, so she’d be a black woman, in pre-nigger invasion parlance. Dr. Oliver wrote that Othello was originally just such a “black man”, & he was never supposed to be played by a nigger. I’m not too familiar with the play, so I’ll give Dr. Oliver credit in this matter. In Salisbury, now Harare, there was a group called The Mashonaland Irish who met in a cool basement pub, of all places. I expected to enter, hearing laughter, singing, maybe music, & enthusiastic conversation. On the contrary! Here was a dour bunch, indeed, mostly sitting by themselves, nursing their beers in Scroogian fashion. I asked one of the ostensible mourners if this was The Mashonaland Irish. In a Scottish brogue, he said, “Yes.” Another fellow at the table, the only other, nodded & said, “Aye.” It turned out that these jolly fellows were from Northern Ireland. They were Prots & therefore imported Scots, whom the English had planted in Ireland as an invasion beachhead for the Brits. I said that I noticed lots of Black Irish in this country, although I admitted I hadn’t been there very long.
The assembly were as stingy with their smiles as they were with their beer, but I had the good fortune to meet a fellow who spoke VERY good German. I asked him where he’d studied, since he was not German, but British. He said that he’d studied in Germany. I asked when. He really did smile, & said, “Oh, from 1940 until 1945.” I said, “Then you were taken prisoner at Dunkirk.” He said he was, so I learned lots of firsthand information. I asked him if he’d ever tried to escape. He said that idea was not on, for the only way he could get anything to eat, as the war worsened for Germany, was by being a P.O.W. He said that the German civilians were already scrounging for edible leaves & whatever. I think he mentioned certain tree bark, from which tea could be made. Coffee had long since vanished, & there was only “muka-fuk”, pronounced “mooka-fook”, which was made of acorns with a dash of chicory. As a P.O.W., he said that they always received their daily ration. It was Kommissbrot, a very nutritious form of bread which was issued to the German military. I’ve eaten it when fresh & not so fresh, & it is delicious. AFTER the war! I’d better watch out. Some WWII vets I’ve chanced to meet locally think that I was in the war, on one side or the other! A little knowledge is a dangerous thing, as is said. I’m sure there are some WWII history buffs who could run circles around me, but they often know lots of kosher baloney, which colors their view of that war. I’ve had the benefit of knowing some real combatants, on all sides of the conflict, including anti-Zionist jews, former Sicherheitsdienst officers et al. I had a brief correspondence with Leon Degrelle, Leni Riefenstahl, Savitri Devi, &c., so I’m something of a contemporary, although I was born in 1939, before WWII officially began in Europe, around the end of The Spanish Civil War & The Great Depression. Those are events to which I relate, as I have done since I was told on December 7th or 8th by my parents that they’d just heard on the radio that we were at war. As I recall, we were having a picnic in Beal Park, Bakersfield, CA. It must have been a week end, for there were lots of people also picnicking. One family had a portable radio, which was typical for pre-electrified USA, before the Rural Electrification Act of FDR. As I sat on the blanket spread out on the grass, whose aroma I recall, & my association of Picnic/Grass, I saw all the adults rush over to the radio. When my parents came back, I could see the concern on their faces, so I asked, “Whatta matter?” or words to that effect. Their somber reply was: “We’re at war.” I knew that was bad, whatever it meant. I can say that the full meaning of “war” still escapes me, for I grew up as a civilian in an official war zone which also escaped the devastation of war, although the west coast did receive some attacks in the form of an alleged Jap sub which allegedly fired an alleged shell off the coast of Ventura, if I recall correctly. At least, there was a small crater & some shrapnel holes in a corrugated steel shed next to an oilwell. Then there was the ”air raid” alarm over L.A., which caused some minor damage from our own flak. The most effective attacks were the Jap boobytrapped balloons intended to start forest fires in WA, OR et al. A few of them arrived & at least one civilian got killed messing with one, here in WA.
To return to my P.O.W. in Germany, he could tell me the exact dimensions of his daily bread ration, which was about the size of a 6” ruler & about as thick. How he relished that ration. One day he contrived to have a feast: he’d save TWO rations & glut out. He put the two pieces under his pillow, one fine night, only to wake up with the discovery that a fellow P.O.W., The Unknown P.O.W., had stolen his bread! For him, it was the most traumatic memory of the war. It was a real holocaust! As Germany shrank from Allied invasions, P.O.W.s were evacuated from their camps & transferred into the interior via road. He said their P.O.W. column was clearly identified with Red Cross insignia & huge banners with “P.O.W’. displayed prominently thereon. Nevertheless, they were strafed frequently by Allied fighter-bombers. By that time their column of 200-500 was “guarded” by one old German reservist, whom they called “Fritz”, he was pretty decrepit, so the P.O.W.s carried his helmet & rifle! One day, they were overtaken by U.S. troops in jeeps. A brash U.S. lieutenant pulled his weapon & threatened Fritz. It appeared that Fritz was the first “Nazi” the Lt. had encountered, so he wanted to make the most of it, just as Hemingway bragged about shooting a uniformed German kid, as his ‘contribution’ to the war effort. Hollywood Nazis & Hemingway Heroes were made for one another. The U.S. Lt. was astounded to see the prisoners rush to the defense of their shaking German “guard”. The Lt. invited them to take anything of his they wanted, but the P.O.W.s said they had grown tired of toting Fritz’s “bloody helmet & rifle”, & they had no desire for his other accoutrements. I suppose the Americans stole what they wanted & took old Fritz off to starvation & exposure in one of Nigger Ike’s death enclosures. The Yanks handed out cigarettes, which the former P.O.W.s enjoyed, but when they tried to eat U.S. rations, they got sick, because their starvation diet made such items much too rich. That also is what killed lots of Bergen-Belsen inmates after the British liberation of that camp, according to Dr. Barton, who testified to that fact in Toronto.
As you say, authors use all sorts of tricks to stoke & lubricate their skills. Inspiration is usually elusive, unless one is like Stephen King, whose mind is occupied by a phantasmagoria of ghastly characters & plots. He is merely the medium for THEIR expression, as he alleged in an interview, so he can write sober, drunk or stoned. His inspiration is like an oilwell under pressure, which he need only uncap when he wants it to gush. I don’t know if he is lucky or cursed, but he sure is rich, just from writing fiction. I understand that he even writes under pen names because his publishers are inundated with his volume, & wish to create the illusion that there is at least one more writer than S. King! I also suspect that he is jewish. He sure looks Mongolian! Does cocaine inhalation make one’s eyes slant?
I am also lazy. I don’t think I could pull saleable fiction out of my hat or my head, sufficient for me to make a living from it. All my shortstories are transcripts of dreams, so there was no effort in the idea. The only work was getting the dreams down on paper, & that is no problem, as long as I have access to paper, typewriter & fresh ribbons. Atmosphere is also a good stimulus & inspiration for writing. The Paper Moon is one example. You could do an H.S. Thompson on “Fear & Loathing at the Paper Moon” or some such, to avoid getting sued for copyright, defamation, hate crimes, &c. Another name for Usreal could be The Litigian Empire, which is at least as litigious as ancient Rome.
Yes, history repeats. Given similar circumstances as The French (K) or Russian (U) Revolutions, the depredations will recur. When we are ruled by scum, the dregs eventually come to the top of society, at least for a time. What happened then can happen now, & it certainly will happen if we recreate that sort of chaos in an already savage, but decadent society such as ours. Your Paper Moon reminds me of Van Gogh’s “Cafe in Arles”, which apparently gave him bad vibes. Well, absinthe makes the heart grow fonder, eh?
Your loathing of middleclass ‘existence’ is on par with mine. Fortunately, I had the opportunity to escape by leaving this society. Otherwise, my only options would have been class change within the society, which would most likely have been down, rather than up. Our social situation reminds me of the movie, “Khartoum”, starring Charlton Heston as Gordon. Gordon was a true misfit who created a career of his own, as mercenary, with Brit connections. It appeared that Lord Palmerston was upset about Gordon’s foray into The Sudan, so he would not be drawn into that vast region prematurely, as it was portrayed in the movie. Palmerston gave the most chilling revelation of the British I have ever read: he said something like “We have no loyalty to friends nor allies, only to interests.” In his statement, which I only recall vaguely, as I’ve stated, he would naturally include the British people as equally expendable to those “interests”, which are identified in “The Empire of the City” (of London), & in the explicit essay thereon which I copied from the last issue of John Tyndall’s “Spearhead” magazine. If you want a copy, let me know, for I know you probably don’t want additional paper to tote around.
Moods are another source of inspiration. For example, I associate certain music with certain periods of history & certain places, regardless of composer. Of course, we can associate “The Warsaw Concerto” & “As Time Goes By” with WWII. I associate music by Bartok, Poulenc (sp?) et al. with that period between WWI & WW II.
My English prof. at Occidental College told us that writing fiction is practical only with maturity, & maturity must be accompanied by experience, well-examined experience. The older I become, the wiser he seems. This also applies to good poker players. Beware of the geezers, ‘cause they didn’t get old by being careless, & unobservant. As the Spaniards say, “The Devil knows more because he is old, than he does for being the Devil.” Jack London was a great fiction writer, because his youthful experiences were novels in themselves. I recall a bio of him in which he visited U. of C. at Berkeley, where there was a class on English & creative writing. The Prof. Listened to London’s brief introduction of himself, & concluded: “This man has sufficient experience to write several novels, just by recording what he’s seen & done.” London was skilled enough to present his experiences in novel form, rather than as a diary. I recall reading B. Traven’s “The Treasure of the Sierra Madres”, & I was unfavorably impressed with his lack of continuity. As I recall, some characters appear & disappear, with no relevance to the plotline. I view character development as a fundamental basis of good story-telling, for the character should reinforce the plotline, in my opinion. After all, the story-teller should think of his readers! I guess such pervert pen-pushers as Burroughs & movie-makers as Warhol would appeal to the masochist market for fiction, in which their chosen entertainment is more of an ordeal. I began “The Chosen One” as an experiment in writing style, but after re-reading the MS, I discovered that the text reflected several different fiction writers’ styles, whose novels I’d been reading when I was writing. I also noted that I was running off on endless tangents, since I had no conclusion to work toward. That idea is essential, albeit conventional. Then I designed the story to appeal to the only commercial publishers, jewish publishers. There was also a hidden message designed to appeal to rootless, adventurous, greedy desperadoes, not Mr. & Mrs. Middleclass family people. ‘Nuff said. I don’t promote that title, for it is now as dangerous to have in the here & now, as I warned readers on the second printing’s back cover. Pierce was never a revolutionary, for he reversed the target priority from strategic to idiotic. That’s when I began to suspect that he was just a bourgeois zogling, whatever he may have thought of himself. What his successors may be I do not know, since they never contact Eric the Awful alias Thomson the Terrible, who receives occasional letters from (gasp?) Harold the Horrible Covington.
My take on H.A.C. conforms to that of an old Brit-spook who was asked why it took the Brits so long to unmask the alleged traitor, Philby. I say, alleged traitor, for the rulers of Britain are obviously anti-British, including their kosher royal family. A traitor betrays his trust, so did Philby betray the anti-British trust of Britain’s rulers? Definitely not! The Brit-spook said that Philby was always in contact with his Soviet counterparts, because THAT WAS HIS JOB! If he’d not been in contact, he’d have been fired. So the interviewer asked how the Brits knew whose side Philby was on. The Brit explained that one never knew, except by means of a theoretical ledger of a spook’s performance: was the information he gave his Soviet counterpart of LESS value than the information he obtained therefrom? If the answer was “yes,” then it could be assumed that Philby was on the British side. If not, then it would appear that he was on the Soviet side. The Brit-spook concluded that “We shall not know whose side he really served until all books are balanced with the end of history.” This rule applies to all of us, so I just concentrate on doing as much as I deem right, for that is my karmic role in history, as minor as it appears. One fellow asked me if I believed in destiny. I said, “Even a grain of sand plays its part in destiny, so I was as much a creature of destiny as anyone.” And I still am. As Savitri Devi wrote: I am “a karma-yogi”, when I mentioned our coin-flipping exercise every morning to determine which one of us would drive the Landrover up & down the dirt airstrip to check for landmines. I’d never given it a second thought, although I knew what a landmine could do. The choice was simple: Death before breakfast or death after breakfast. As it turned out, neither I nor my Portuguese assistant found any landmines on the airstrip. Ha!
Covington’s consistent pattern is that of infiltration, disruption & destruction of any group he has founded or joined. After I left the Zud in Toronto, he was trying to approach Zündel with offers of support & collaboration. The Zud was also sending warnings to Metzger that I was a dangerous infiltrator, best avoided. I remember the famous Nast cartoon of the Tamany Ring’s members answering the question: “Who stole the people’s money?” by each pointing a finger at the next member of the circle.
I am a solitary populist, so my strategy is not to destroy or defame others who have different ideas, but merely to promote my own ideas. If there are no takers, so be it. I do not blame others for ”stealing my thunder, taking the wind out of my sails,” &c. The blightwing appears consistent in regarding all those who differ ideologically or who just live, as competitors &/or as ‘enemy agents’. Covington promotes no ideology, although he signs off with “88!”, but he is no more a National Socialist than I am a lamppost. Again, the virtual ledger applies: How does Covington aid Whites, as opposed to his possible aid to the ZOG? A mere change of place, which he advocates, without any change of mind, cannot save our kind, but it does reveal names & locations of all those who contact Covington & who may be conned into funding him. As I say, he does not inform me as to his activities, although I receive lots of irrelevant material from him, so he could have been a porn-peddler or anything else. We are linked merely to the photo-op of us standing next to Rhodes’ tomb in Matopos, Zimbabwe. That is the image the blightwing retains to view us as ‘partners in crime’. Covington is more of a danger to Whites, than he is to the ZOG, as is obvious from his decades-long track record. But is he a zogling? I assume that if one quacks like a duck, swims like a duck, &c. he is one. Why shouldn’t the ZOG defame one who cannot be harmed by it? Covington has no reputation to lose, but he needs notoriety, so he remains on the blightwing scene. How this will play out remains to be seen, so we should stay tuned, until WW III drowns out this minor form of entertainment known as ‘blightwing-watching’.
Your observations on your reaction to the eye-challenge by the nigger with the White girl were an example of doing the right thing, perhaps for the wrong reasons, I.E., your investment in The Middleclass Lifestyle of Judeo-America. She has joined the enemy side & is spoiled biologically, if not mentally, so good riddance to her. This country is enemy territory for White men, so until we are mentally prepared & organized for resistance to our genocide by ZOG, you wisely held your fire &/or your fists. You are a political soldier, so you know how useless & foolish it is to fling yourself upon the fixed bayonets of the enemy, despite the provocation. I do not counsel cowardice, but prudence. Oncoming events will allow you to test your bravery & then some, for timing is everything, in politics & in comedy. These experiences are ammo in your “never forgive, never forget” arsenal of mental preparedness & determination. The true soldier is subordinate to his mission. Those who are not, are not real soldiers. As Frederick the Great declared: “I am the first servant of the state.” And as Adolf Hitler declared: “I am the first soldier of the Third Reich!” Both men meant what they said. Churchill’s “blood, sweat & tears” were meant for others, certainly not himself. I understand that he revealed his real views of the war to the public when he toured a section of London which had been bombed toward the end of the war, whether by aircraft, V-1 or V-2. He told the workers whose area had been damaged: “Ah, it reminds me of the beginning of the Blitz!” The workers booed him for that, as I recall from reading about it. Churchill obviously viewed WW II as a form of entertainment & personal aggrandizement. “Good old Winnie!”
No, I was not joking about the danger on the roads which current travellers face from the ZOG & the mob. I do not travel for the sake of travelling for financial reasons & for security reasons. I may have mentioned that I recently received an offer from a correspondent to pay for my trip to Iran, where I could attend a conference on the Holohoax, which I politely declined, in view of the fact that I could be arrested for thoughtcrime as soon as I stepped outside the Jew Ass Oy Veh. As things stand, I could be legally abducted here by ZOG & deported to any country with a thoughtcrime law, so I might be making an unplanned visit to Israel. If I survived, I could write an essay entitled, “From Usrael to Israel in One Easy Lesson.”
Your mother should be more careful. So far, she has been lucky, like the player who hits a jackpot after a few bets, but who remains to lose it all, & then some, by staying in the game. When I worked at the now-defunct casino, I was told of a “Yakima Success Story”: a Yakimoron drove down to Vegas in his $50,000 Porsche, & he returned on a $100,000 Greyhound bus! I understand that the NV casinos actually post the odds in favor of the house, so that shows us that gambling is not a rational activity. I’ve seen so many hands of Blackjack that I have the same adverse reaction to the game as I still do from a whiff of tequila, on which I O.D.ed in Mexico exactly twice. Never again! So much for tequila as an antidote to The Aztec Twostep. Bravery is comprised of knowing the danger while performing one’s duties. It does not mean ignoring it.
As you indicate, the military mind is often too compartmentalized to perceive & understand the Bigger Picture, for in politics, military action is merely one means in the inventory. I remember my concise debate with “Maguire”, whoever that may be. He chided me on my “Colonel Blimp” viewpoint on military occupation, when I warned him against invading & occupying Afghanistan & Iraq. “The invasion will be easy,” I stated, “but the occupation will be defeat for the occupiers: When you occupy, you will begin to die, for you are much too close to the enemy.” Technology was not the answer, as Vietnam & Iraq show; Tom Clancy to the contrary, & “Maguire” also. I do not speak from ego, but from experience & study of others’ experience. We were told that U.S. superiority in weapons & logistics would make Vietnam a cakewalk or “a military promenade,” to use a Napoleonic expression. After all, how many bombers & aircraft carriers did the North Vietnamese have? Afghanistan had nothing similar to U.S. materiel, nor did Iraq, so they’d be ”pushovers.” Sure: to enter, but not to occupy.
Let us suppose that the ZOG suddenly vanished in a cloud of kosher smoke: how are we prepared to cope with the racial war which would erupt all over this jewish empire? Who is mentally & physically prepared for such a situation, even if there were no ZOG-forces allied with the non-White anti-Whites? Existing mestizo militias may survive until China gets its act together, which I fear very much that it will, as it seems to have been doing already, thanks be to ZOG. The Chinese could make “Red Dawn” look like a picnic in Disneyland. They would be a well-organized, competent, remorseless, ruthless enemy, whose numbers are endless & who’re willing to sacrifice, even to the point of causing militias to run out of ammo At best, this would be a genocidal war of attrition. Under those terms, the Chinese would certainly win.
So wimpy-Whitey must use every brain cell at his disposal, & be prepared for desperate battle, with at least the same ruthlessness as the enemy. The jews have done to North America what they allegedly did to Babylon, their ancient host & benefactor: open the gates to the enemy, just as they did to Christian Spain, on behalf of the Moorish invaders. Some things never change. Canada is already heavily-populated & colonized by Chinese. U.S. schools are also teaching a new bilingual curriculum: Mandarin & English. Forget Spanish! The hispano-mestizos are just rabble, peones, two-legged locusts. The Chinese are imperialists, with their own government in place, “the jews of Asia,” as a Japanese told me. Like the jews of the ZOG, the Chinese bring their own government with them, as well as their own economy, culture & labor force. They don’t need anybody else, not for production, nor for consumption. All they need is land, which we are giving them. Under this New World Order, the useless eaters are doomed, jews included. The Chinese don’t need their elderly, nor their rackets, nor their entertainment. Nor do they need (gasp!) niggerball. The Chinese attitude was expressed by one, who said, “One side wins. One side loses. Who cares about that?” What an alien perspective, eh? The jew would say, “Yeah, but the game is fixed, so we always win!” I likewise said of the Afghans that their economy may be primitive, but the people are knowledgeable & sophisticated, compared to their invaders & occupiers, & they are very tough & determined, as the former USSR found out with all their high-tech ruthlessness. U.S. military idiots figured that our high-tech is better, just as we did after the French pulled out of Indochina. Better weapons do not make for intelligent strategy. One writer described the U.S. as attempting to substitute military might for intelligence. Surely, some Goyim can now see the results of that folly! I’m not a military genius, but I could see it before the Pentagonian zoglings could see it, unless they are paid for NOT seeing it, which I believe they are. They are paid to destroy the USA, & that’s what they are doing. Any pro-U.S. politician & military man would know from Iraq’s short history as a country that ending minority Arab rule would cause a civil war that Iran would win, since the Shi-ite majority is basically Iranian, not Arab, & the Kurds are unwilling to be governed by Arabs or Iranians. The “insurgency” is really a civil war, a 3- sided civil war, in which we dimwits are standing in their respective lines of fire, thanks be to ZOG. That’s what Israel wanted & Israel doesn’t care about FEDZOGUSA’S mindless military minions. Why should they? Why don’t we care, is the real question.
In the coming civil war, seizure of resources such as food & fuel will be essential to survival, at least until such items run out, which they will. High explosives are unnecessary to cripple the infrastructure. The Jayhawker toppled power pylons with dynamite, but he could have done so by loosening the bolts which attach the pylon to its base, as was done by person or persons unknown in Toronto, which blacked out part of the city & surrounding area. The wind blew it over, in the absence of the nuts. Trains can be derailed quite easily. A train derailment on a bridge or in a tunnel could delay rail traffic for the length of time the wreck & damage could be cleared & repaired &/or the route detoured. Trucks easily run out of fuel. Sugar in a fuel storage tank could knock out fleets of trucks. Spikes on roads can do the same. Imagine a truck crash on the 5-level freeway interchange in L.A., for example. Airports can be knocked out with the threat of snipers. Things are quite vulnerable in this Land of ZOG. For the record, I’m just warning of possibilities, so if Chertoff/Osama reads this letter, I am not advocating such merry pranks. Oh, a major oil pipeline in CA was cut by Roman means: the saboteurs undermined a section of the pipeline in open country, which they supported with timbers. They then set the timbers on fire, causing the collapse of the pipeline & the ignition of the oil it carried. Where there’s a will, there’s a way, with or without explosives. Imagine obstacles put on a runway, protected by snipers. Would you care to land a 747 under those conditions?
Your assessment of the nigger who followed me briefly on the darkened, deserted street in downtown ghosttown Yakima would be correct if he were in Baltimore, but not here, for the mestizos control the dope-trade & the niggers are running so scared that they are even polite to Whites, as that one was with me. I think I scared him, in fact! No one dressed like me looks as if he could afford any dope. The niggers have pretty much fled Yakima, as they have L.A. in Mexifornia, so it’s “hasta la vista, baby!”
Don’t let the bastards grind you down. As my old friend, Col. Rudel used to say, “He only loses if he, himself, gives up.” Oops! I’m again giving away my age & my acquaintances. I can also say that I’ve shaken the hands of several who shook hands with Adolf Hitler, so one who shakes my hand is only two handshakes away from The Leader. Amazing. Be prepared, as we used to say in Boy Scouts. All the best, as always. DOWZ! & ORION!
E.T.
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