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We received from the heroic Holocaust revisionist Vincent Reynouard, a Frenchman living with his wife and eight children in Belgian exile, the following email (translated):

Vincent being ambushed by ju-Belgian TV a few years ago at his home (where Margi and I stayed for a few days)….

This message is not an appeal for help but another example of the almost criminal inconsistencies of the Belgian government.

Marina [wife of Vincent] just learned that, after reviewing her family’s case, the [GOVERNMENT’S] Caisse Primaire d’Assurance Sociale (CPAS ‘ “Primary Social Insurance Fund”) has refused to grant her financial assistance. Reason: She is “getting enough” [from private donations]!

A year ago, she was refused any assistance on the grounds that since she had no income they could not ascertain her resources.

And now, on the ground that she receives about 800 euros per month [in donations] (for eight kids), she should be denied all help for THAT reason……

Whatever she does, Marina is wrong …

This refusal is especially annoying because Marina is thus not listed with the CPAS any more, so neither she nor the children get any health insurance either.

There remains the government’s family allowance. [JdN: The family allowance is a program that Adolf Hitler started to boost the white birth rate under the name das Kindergeld [= “child money”] and which spread postwar across Europe — without of course the whorish politicians giving the National Socialist Germans any credit whatsoever. After all, without a trace the evil, evil Hitler had sent 6000000 angelic, innocent, humanitarian, harmlessly nerdy, Woody-Allen juze up the chimney…..]

But now they claim that they lack proper paperwork from Marina, but she already had given it all to them at the CPAS.

Now the CPAS says the paperwork she submitted is missing. The situation is thus blocked from every angle.

In short, for 18 months now, Marina [and our eight children] live only on the charity of our friends.

If you wish to help this family, please send me an email, to john@democratic-republicans.us

Here was part of my Feb. 2009 post on Vincent (http://johndenugent.com/jdn/2009/02/08/blasting-better-the-holocaust-fraud — and you can see at that link, btw, how the ju-controled Photobucket deleted every photo on my post; I have restored the photos individually at great cost in time below):

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Vincent Reynouard has just published the THIRD 100-plus page issue of his magnificent magazine Sans Concession [ = “No Concession”] in the French language.

He has done so not with a $43,000 salary [like Mark Weber of the moribund IHR, who has moved now to smaller quarters and has seen his key supporter, Harvey Taylor, resign], but from the underground and on the run. If caught, this convinced Holocaust refuter faces two years in prison in France and Belgium and a 100,000 euro fine. His wife Marina and their seven [now eight] children have been cut off from all food stamps, and they are living hand-to-mouth on donations from French comrades!

I and Margi Huffstickler, my fiance, stayed in their tenement apartment in exile in Brussels, Belgium, for several days in March 2007.

The Reynouards cook for nine on ONE electric coil. (We saw it!)

They wash their dishes, because their sink is tiny, in the bathtub — while filthy Goldman Sachs apiru get million$ in bonu$e$ as they bankrupt the world!

And let no man sneer at this Traditional Catholic, who is also a fervent National Socialist and a marvelous hero, and so is his wife and so is their perfectly behaved little tribe of blond and redheaded children.

And now Vincent Reynouard has produced three magazines in six months, and while on the run. God knows what his office is! A toolshed?… A dank winecellar?….. An attic with cobwebs?

(Let this be a lesson to WASPs who think the French are all lazy. The National Socialists certainly are not, nor are most French.)

Need I say more? Comrade Reynouard is a self-starter and a self-completer; Mark Weber is good at small projects and things that require lan but not a good completer of mammoth undertakings. Thats just not his forte, and the leopard will not change his spots at 51.

The artices by Vincent Reynouard, Robert Faurisson and others in Sans Concession there are first-rate. I know — Margi and I have been reading every issue for three years now. Margi right now is translating Reynouards brilliant and very courageous defense, yes, of the Gestapo by Reynouard. It is tightly reasoned, fact-filled, replete with many illustrations and is of the level the Journal of Historical Review used to have and which made us all proud.

In fact, there is a galaxy of talent in the revisionist francosphere and much of the sterling new revisionist work in French has never been translated fully into English, such as Reynouard’s factual and of course, for a Frenchman, ultra-courageous “defense of the Gestapo.” It would have been perfect for the JHR. And remember: our comrades go to prison for long terms with Arabs and blacks for writing this material, and it is not even being translated.

[Send me an email — to john@democratic-republicans.us — and I will send you the first part of his excellent Gestapo article in English, which I and Margi translated. The whole three-parter needs to be translated (part one took me 14 hours of unpaid work — this whole blog is unpaid work) , but how to do it all with no funds?

I need not tell you that Reynouard (a mathematician, engineer and a doctor’s son, and a very practical and grounded man, father and husband) is INCREDIBLY BRAVE as a Frenchman to explain and justify the actions of the Gestapo, which helped occupy France and which arrested, interrogated and punished Frenchmen, and he does so in a very convincing, calm yet fascinating manner. The Gestapo had a nasty job to do, stopping terror against German troops (AFTER FRANCE DECLARED WAR ON GERMANY, NOT VICE VERSA, AND LOST), and the “Secret State Police” (Ge-heime Sta-atspo-lizei) did its job with the strict minimum of necessary force, and not even 1% of the brutality of the sicko and often sexually twisted, Israeli-trained CIA or the Israeli-trained US Army interrogators in Abu Ghraib.]

Azlie Reynouard, age two then (2007) and five now, daughter of a brave man. How will she and her seven siblings eat?


A deep-thinking Hellene living in Australia wrote me regarding my blogpost here http://johndenugent.com/jdn/2010/03/11/english-solutrea-means-our-sacred-stories-not-the-old-testament:

Hi, John!

That was a hell of a good article. I enjoyed it a lot.

I like your position that Christianity has to get rid of that bloodthirsty Old Testament. The OT is a document of racism, hatred, bigotry and pornography of the ancient Jews. Lots of passages depict their sickening obsessions. They were and still are psychopaths/sociopaths who never hesitate to act out and spread their disease in order to turn the world into a mental institution that is managed by its sickest residents.

Obviously, it is time to get rid of the OT and teach it only at the universities as an example of bad influence to youth, and a spiritual disease to humanity.

Moreover, we have to trash the writings of Paul the Apostle along with it; as he was an under-cover agent of the Jewish clergy inside the first Christian communities, a master in provocations whose men burned the city of Rome and later on blamed Nero about it; just like the 9/11 criminal disastrous attack against the USA and the world.

Agent Saul/Paul was a pathological liar, hypocrite, defamer, and devilish murderer who killed many Christians and others in his path. His writings contradict both the apostle -evangelists writings and even his own ones from letter to letter. His theology is apocalyptic and extracted from his dreams and the writings of the OT, instead of being based in the events that the true apostles describde. Paul is a classic example of a pathological liar, a successful pretender saint, and a suppressive predator who misleads the Christian spirituality. To discern him from the real Christians you have to read his writings with a researcher-revisionists eye and not with the fanatical believers. And thats tough, as you know, for it requires lots and lots of suffering. But this is how a genuine journey to Truth is; it is not a path strewn with rose petals.

So, the Christians need Herculean courage and strength to wash up The Stables of King Augeias in the depths of their hearts and ditch all of the Jewish poison that they treasured for so long like drug addicts.

In this effort they can use the saved teachings of ancient philosophy and the remaining traditions of ancient religions and cultures as their tools. I see this amalgamation as the only path to freedom for the white race; for the survival of the Christian churches in the 21st Century, and eventually for a huge and unimaginable benefit for all humanity. Only then will the Christians realise that they cannot change/save the ju or anybody else, that they can only change/save themselves as individuals, and only then will they have the wisdom to approach Mother Nature in love, without damaging her.

And then the mysterious Universe will open to them like a book of sacred knowledge meant only for the initiates. But the Christians have to trust first in God before letting go of delusion.

Spirituality is a primal instinct — as old as sexuality, love, anger, fear, possession, need for power, etc. It is there because it serves the survival of our species and keeps the tribal/social life in an orderly and just manner. Many advanced species in the animal kingdom have got this culture in their behavior. Actually the more advanced a physical species is the more we see its cultivation, and vice versa.

Through ideological infiltration the juish influence of greed exists in the spirits of both the Christian and the Muslim like a parasite. In my understanding this juish influence is not spiritual. It acts as a greedy force that infuses and distorts all other instincts as well: spirituality, possessing, eating, drinking, anger, sex and so on. Yes, greed can exist apart from the other instincts as well, and it seems as strong and legitimate to its victims as any human instinct can be. Being non-spiritual, the influence of greed crosses all lines, including the spiritual one. When it get to one instinct it wants to infect all the other instincts as well. And when the spiritual instinct gets energized by greed it can go in any direction and may take the form that suits to the experience of any circumstances.

Thus, the more the Christian or the Muslim indulges in Jewish teachings the less truly spiritual s/he becomes. So, the problem of the spiritually recovering human is to live free from the juish influence just like a junky must throw away his drug. When he or she entertains it in any form, sooner or later it tries to express itself in any other form. And greed becomes the indicator of not only what s/he does, but what s/he is. It kills both physically and spiritually.

The only hope is to surrender the juish influence for greed each time we are tempted by it. Then we experience Gods life-giving deliverance from its power, a healing takes place, and wholeness gets restored. Then we experience a true union with ourselves initially, then with our immediate social and physical environment, and finally the Source of our life.

Warm regards,

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I reply:

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Thank you, Polydoros, whose name in Greek means “many gifts.” That comment above was a gift I treasure.

The 130fold child molester, Catholic priest John Geoghan, 2002, in court. Another prisoner, who had been molested as a boy, “executed” this scum — in non-death-penalty Massachusetts — with his bare hands.

I was just reading last night about a truly serious crisis now facing the Roman Catholic Church and now the Pope himself. You wrote above eloquently about the juish spirit of GREED. Well, molestation is greed, the greed to have power, unlimited power over boys by exploiting their TRUST IN GOD, so as to make their minds and bodies into their personal sex and rape slaves. The satanic power to SHATTER A YOUNG SOUL is what their greed lusts for. It’s not the orgasm, it’s the mind-rape they want.

I have taken this article from Der Spiegel in Germany and had it translated by computer into English:


The gist of it is a huge new molestation scandal involving the Regensburg, Bavaria Cathedral Boys Choir (the so-called “Cathedral Sparrows”), and the current pope’s brother and, yes, the pope himself, who — it would seem — KNOWINGLY transferred a known pedophile priest to another parish where he resumed molesting boys, just as Bernard Cardinal Law did in Boston.

Bishop Ratzinger, who is the current pope — and if he was not clearly one before, now is a proven molester-mover-around just as was Cardinal Law. He bears an uncanny resemblance to the cadaverous evil emperor in Star Wars.

One pedophile priest in the Boston Archdiocese, John Geoghan, molested one hundred thirty boys!! To my immense surprise, in 2005 I received a letter while I was working at American Free Press from the very convict who, taking vengeance for all those boys, strangled that human devil to death in a Massachusetts prison. He wrote me that he himself had been molested as a child ….and that the Church was then pulling strings to make his life in his prison into a living hell after he had executed that mega-fiend personally by strangulating him with his bare hands.

When I think back to the 49 years of my life that I lost to such pedophiles, I can only say that I understand his rage and his deed. One hundred thirty boys…..It is the betrayal of trust IN THE NAME OF GOD that is the worst…..

It is clear that the entire Roman Catholic Church hierarchy is riddled, as I have been writing consistently online since 2007, with pedophiles. The pedophilia goes to the very top. And THAT is why the Church never cracks down on pedophile priests, because the cardinals and perhaps even popes are involved in it too. It is a system — operating between the priests, monks, nuns, bishops and cardinals — of INTERLOCKING BLACKMAIL. They all have the dirt on each other…..




I don’t normally believe in vulgarity, but this poster does say what I believe about Jesus rather well (who was NOT always Mr. Nice Guy, as any reading of the Gospels will show) ….

And now the ju-controlled and hostile anti-Catholic media have taken hold of this issue against the Roman Catholic Church. In the end, the apiru plan to use this and other things — accusing Christianity of being “an antisemitic hate cult” — for a full-scale assault on Christianity and thus on Christ Himself. In the end, they will seek to pass hate-speech legislation in America and then have Christianity declared to be hate and thus illegal.

The time has come for the dying old forms to be replaced by a new and Solutrean faith — in God and in the destiny of His highest earthly creation, the Aryan race. And by the faith that our heroes return again and again, in new incarnations and forms, to lead and guide us.


Martin Brech

In October 1944, at age eighteen, I was drafted into the U.S. army. Largely because of the Battle of the Bulge, my training was cut short, my furlough was halved, and I was sent overseas immediately. Upon arrival in Le Havre, France, we were quickly loaded into box cars and shipped to the front. When we got there, I was suffering increasingly severe symptoms of mononucleosis, and was sent to a hospital in Belgium. Since mononucleosis was then known as the “kissing disease,” I mailed a letter of thanks to my girlfriend.

By the time I left the hospital, the outfit I had trained with in Spartanburg, South Carolina, was deep inside Germany, so, despite my protests, I was placed in a repo depot (replacement depot). I lost interest in the units to which I was assigned, and don’t recall all of them: non-combat units were ridiculed at that time. My separation qualification record states I was mostly with Company C, 14th Infantry Regiment, during my seventeen-month stay in Germany, but I remember being transferred to other outfits also.

In late March or early April 1945, I was sent to guard a POW camp near Andernach along the Rhine. I had four years of high school German, so I was able to talk to the prisoners, although this was forbidden. Gradually, however, I was used as an interpreter and asked to ferret out members of the S.S. (I found none.)

In Andernach about 50,000 prisoners of all ages were held in an open field surrounded by barbed wire. The women were kept in a separate enclosure that I did not see until later. The men I guarded had no shelter and no blankets. Many had no coats. They slept in the mud, wet and cold, with inadequate slit trenches for excrement. It was a cold, wet spring, and their misery from exposure alone was evident.

Even more shocking was to see the prisoners throwing grass and weeds into a tin can containing a thin soup. They told me they did this to help ease their hunger pains. Quickly they grew emaciated. Dysentery raged, and soon they were sleeping in their own excrement, too weak and crowded to reach the slit trenches. Many were begging for food, sickening and dying before our eyes. We had ample food and supplies, but did nothing to help them, including no medical assistance.

Outraged, I protested to my officers and was met with hostility or bland indifference. When pressed, they explained they were under strict orders from higher up. No officer would dare do this to 50,000 men if he felt that it was out of line, leaving him open to charges. Realizing my protests were useless, I asked a friend working in the kitchen if he could slip me some extra food for the prisoners. He too said they were under strict orders to severely ration the prisoners food, and that these orders came from higher up. But he said they had more food than they knew what to do with, and would sneak me some.

When I threw this food over the barbed wire to the prisoners, I was caught and threatened with imprisonment. I repeated the offense, and one officer angrily threatened to shoot me. I assumed this was a bluff until I encountered a captain on a hill above the Rhine shooting down at a group of German civilian women with his .45 caliber pistol. When I asked, Why?, he mumbled, Target practice,” and fired until his pistol was empty. I saw the women running for cover, but, at that distance, couldn’t tell if any had been hit.

This is when I realized I was dealing with cold-blooded killers filled with moralistic hatred. They considered the Germans subhuman and worthy of extermination; another expression of the downward spiral of racism. Articles in the G.I. newspaper, Stars and Stripes, played up the German concentration camps, complete with photos of emaciated bodies. This amplified our self-righteous cruelty, and made it easier to imitate behavior we were supposed to oppose. Also, I think, soldiers not exposed to combat were trying to prove how tough they were by taking it out on the prisoners and civilians.

These prisoners, I found out, were mostly farmers and workingmen, as simple and ignorant as many of our own troops. As time went on, more of them lapsed into a zombie-like state of listlessness, while others tried to escape in a demented or suicidal fashion, running through open fields in broad daylight towards the Rhine to quench their thirst. They were mowed down.

Some prisoners were as eager for cigarettes as for food, saying they took the edge off their hunger. Accordingly, enterprising G.I. Yankee traders were acquiring hordes of watches and rings in exchange for handfuls of cigarettes or less. When I began throwing cartons of cigarettes to the prisoners to ruin this trade, I was threatened by rank-and-file G.I.s too.

The only bright spot in this gloomy picture came one night when. I was put on the graveyard shift, from two to four a.m. Actually, there was a graveyard on the uphill side of this enclosure, not many yards away. My superiors had forgotten to give me a flashlight and I hadn’t bothered to ask for one, disgusted as I was with the whole situation by that time. It was a fairly bright night and I soon became aware of a prisoner crawling under the wires towards the graveyard. We were supposed to shoot escapees on sight, so I started to get up from the ground to warn him to get back. Suddenly I noticed another prisoner crawling from the graveyard back to the enclosure. They were risking their lives to get to the graveyard for something. I had to investigate.

When I entered the gloom of this shrubby, tree-shaded cemetery, I felt completely vulnerable, but somehow curiosity kept me moving. Despite my caution, I tripped over the legs of someone in a prone position. Whipping my rifle around while stumbling and trying to regain composure of mind and body, I soon was relieved I hadn’t reflexively fired. The figure sat up. Gradually, I could see the beautiful but terror-stricken face of a woman with a picnic basket nearby. German civilians were not allowed to feed, nor even come near the prisoners, so I quickly assured her I approved of what she was doing, not to be afraid, and that I would leave the graveyard to get out of the way.

I did so immediately and sat down, leaning against a tree at the edge of the cemetery to be inconspicuous and not frighten the prisoners. I imagined then, and still do now, what it would be like to meet a beautiful woman with a picnic basket under those conditions as a prisoner. I have never forgotten her face. Eventually, more prisoners crawled back to the enclosure. I saw they were dragging food to their comrades, and could only admire their courage and devotion.

On May 8, V.E. Day [1945], I decided to celebrate with some prisoners I was guarding who were baking bread the other prisoners occasionally received. This group had all the bread they could eat, and shared the jovial mood generated by the end of the war. We all thought we were going home soon, a pathetic hope on their part. We were in what was to become the French zone [of occupation], where I soon would witness the brutality of the French soldiers when we transferred our prisoners to them for their slave labor camps.

On this day, however, we were happy.

As a gesture of friendliness, I emptied my rifle and stood it in the corner, even allowing them to play with it at their request. This thoroughly broke the ice, and soon we were singing songs we taught each other, or that I had learned in high school German class (Du, du, liegst mir im Herzen). Out of gratitude, they baked me a special small loaf of sweet bread, the only possible present they had left to offer. I stuffed it in my Eisenhower jacket, and snuck it back to my barracks, eating it when I had privacy. I have never tasted more delicious bread, nor felt a deeper sense of communion while eating it. I believe a cosmic sense of Christ (the Oneness of all Being) revealed its normally hidden presence to me on that occasion, influencing my later decision to major in philosophy and religion.

Shortly afterwards, some of our weak and sickly prisoners were marched off by French soldiers to their camp. We were riding on a truck behind this column. Temporarily, it slowed down and dropped back, perhaps because the driver was as shocked as I was. Whenever a German prisoner staggered or dropped back, he was hit on the head with a club and killed. The bodies were rolled to the side of the road to be picked up by another truck. For many, this quick death might have been preferable to slow starvation in our killing fields.

When I finally saw the German women held in a separate enclosure, I asked why we were holding them prisoner. I was told they were camp followers, selected as breeding stock for the S.S. to create a super-race. I spoke to some, and must say I never met a more spirited or attractive group of women. I certainly didn’t think they deserved imprisonment.

More and more I was used as an interpreter, and was able to prevent some particularly unfortunate arrests. One somewhat amusing incident involved an old farmer who was being dragged away by several M.P.s. I was told he had a fancy Nazi medal, which they showed me. Fortunately, I had a chart identifying such medals. He’d been awarded it for having five children! Perhaps his wife was somewhat relieved to get him off her back, but I didn’t think one of our death camps was a fair punishment for his contribution to Germany. The M.P.s agreed and released him to continue his dirty work.

Famine began to spread among the German civilians also. It was a common sight to see German women up to their elbows in our garbage cans looking for something edible — that is, if they weren’t chased away.

When I interviewed mayors of small towns and villages, I was told that their supply of food had been taken away by displaced persons (foreigners who had worked in Germany), who packed the food on trucks and drove away. When I reported this, the response was a shrug. I never saw any Red Cross at the camp or helping civilians, although their coffee and doughnut stands were available everywhere else for us. In the meantime, the Germans had to rely on the sharing of hidden stores until the next harvest.

Hunger made German women more available,” but despite this, rape was prevalent and often accompanied by additional violence. In particular I remember an eighteen-year old woman who had the side of her faced smashed with a rifle butt, and was then raped by two G.I.s. Even the French complained that the rapes, looting and drunken destructiveness on the part of our troops was excessive. In Le Havre, wed been given booklets warning us that the German soldiers had maintained a high standard of behavior with French civilians who were peaceful, and that we should do the same. In this we failed miserably.

So what? some would say. The enemy’s atrocities were worse than ours. It is true that I experienced only the end of the war, when we were already the victors. The German opportunity for atrocities had faded, while ours was at hand. But two wrongs don’t make a right. Rather than copying our enemy’s crimes, we should aim once and for all to break the cycle of hatred and vengeance that has plagued and distorted human history. This is why I am speaking out now, 45 years after the crime. We can never prevent individual war crimes, but we can, if enough of us speak out, influence government policy. We can reject government propaganda that depicts our enemies as subhuman and encourages the kind of outrages I witnessed. We can protest the bombing of civilian targets, which still goes on today. And we can refuse ever to condone our governments murder of unarmed and defeated prisoners of war.

I realize its difficult for the average citizen to admit witnessing a crime of this magnitude, especially if implicated himself. Even G.I.s sympathetic to the victims were afraid to complain and get into trouble, they told me. And the danger has not ceased. Since I spoke out a few weeks ago, I have received threatening calls and had my mailbox smashed. But its been worth it. Writing about these atrocities has been a catharsis of feelings suppressed too long, a liberation, that perhaps will remind other witnesses that the truth will make us free, have no fear. We may even learn a supreme lesson from all this: only love can conquer all.

Martin Brech lives in Mahopac, New York. When he wrote this memoir essay in 1990, he was an Adjunct Professor of Philosophy and Religion at Mercy College in Dobbs Ferry, New York. Brech holds a masters degree in theology from Columbia University, and is a Unitarian-Universalist minister.

This essay was published in The Journal of Historical Review, Summer 1990 (Vol. 10, No. 2), pp. 161-166. (Revised, updated: Nov. 2008)

For Further Reading

James Bacque, Crimes and Mercies: The Fate of German Civilians Under Allied Occupation, 1944-1950 (Toronto: Little, Brown and Co., 1997)

James Bacque, Other Losses: An investigation into the mass deaths of German prisoners at the hands of the French and Americans after World War II (Toronto: Stoddart, 1989)

Alfred-Maurice de Zayas, Nemesis at Postsdam (Lincoln, Neb.: 1990)

Alfred-Maurice de Zayas, A Terrible Revenge: The Ethnic Cleansing of the Eastern European Germans, 1944-1950 (New York: St. Martins Press, 1994)

John Dietrich, The Morgenthau Plan: Soviet Influence on American Postwar Policy (New York: Algora, 2002)

Ralph Franklin Keeling, Gruesome Harvest: The Allies Postwar War Against the German People (IHR, 1992). Originally published in Chicago in 1947.

Giles MacDonogh, After the Reich: The Brutal History of the Allied Occupation (New York: Basic Books, 2007)

John Sack, An Eye for an Eye: The Story of Jews Who Sought Revenge for the Holocaust (2000)

Mark Weber, New Book Details Mass Killings and Brutal Mistreatment of Germans at the End of World War Two (Summer 2007)
( http://www.ihr..org/other/afterthereich072007.html )


A supporter in Montana wrote me how nasty and morally superior her family acted toward her once she began standing up for our (and THEIR!) race. She is no longer invited to family gatherings.

I replied:

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One of my big tasks is to debunk the fake nobility of the motives of these holier-than-thou liberals and “moderates.” Many of these people are actually just going along with the powerful, and everyone knows the juze are powerful, and they are being silent at the crimes of the POWERFUL government.

They know correctly that they can only get in hot water siding with us.

It is thus, no matter what rationalizations they tell themselves, their own STUPID, SHORT-SIGHTED SELF-INTEREST THAT MISGUIDES THEM….and an ego-tripping moral superiority complex that are behind their holier-than-thou-ism. (Indeed, liberalism and Christianity have long been plagued by the smug sin of self-righteousness.)

Once we see that — that we are dealing with COWARDICE, IRRESPONSIBILITY, EGOTISM AND POLITICAL INCOMPETENCE (the minorities stomp on liberals on the street as much as us) , then whatever they say to justify their hate (and no one hates like a liberal), none of it can any longer hurt us.

I really don’t care what a person I do not respect thinks of me. I do care what he DOES to me and if need be I fight back and hard. As a fellow found out the other day, even my brush-back pitch (baseball term) can be nasty.

It’s NOT that they’re beIng noble, and that they really do love these primitive, dusky, violent minorities. (How can a liberal of all people possibly love, for example, ISLAM? How can a liberal want more CHINESE — after how they treat their minority in Tibet??)

It;s not nobility; it’s SELFISHNESS. Conformity. Obedience and craven submissiveness to rank and blatant evil!

No, it is THEMSELVES that they love! In the most myopic, short-term way, because OUR way is a safe, wholesome, prosperous white society that would immensely benefit and protect them in the storms that are ahead.

These liberals will die like flies at the minorities’ hands.And it’s called “instant karma.”

In fact, if the person is a full-blown psychopath (such as the half-ju Oliver Steeds that I battled for four hours of filming on January 6th for The Discovery Channel episode of February 24th) I relish his hatred, because it confirms that the scum of this world feel threatened by me, and indeed they are — and by us all.

But I will say this: ten years ago a family member snubbed me very overtly at a family gathering. But I heard the other day that he had called another family member, who IS talking to me, and said he saw me on TV … and that I in fact did a great job. 😉

We stay polite, we maintain our dignity and we stick to our guns. We raise our eyes to God in His skies and we follow only what our heart and conscience tell us to do. What others choose to do is their bad karma. We have OURS to worry about. This is OUR life to lead! We are not pale-faced fools; we are the Aryans. When the pasty-faced sellouts have DIED out, and indeed they will with their pitiful birth rates, homosexuality and autistic kids from obediently taking their vaccines, over the next 20 years they will suffer Boomsday (the Doomsday die-0ff of the Baby Boomer generation of 1946-64). We, the Eternal Solutreans, will instead laugh at their sheeplike and voluntary self-destruction, and carry forward the best remnants of our race, inexorably with heart, mind and claw, to the future.


The Solutrean Anthem. I need donations urgently to hire a musician to produce a full orchestral version of this.

O Stars, You Are Our Witnesses

By Nelson and JdN, 28th of March, 2009

CLICK HERE: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MO9jgB_qisk

I. Should all become disloyal, yet we remain still true,
Thus always on this earth a banner stands for you.
Companions of our? youth, recalling better times,
You stand for ancient truth, and sacrifice divine.

Companions of our youth, recalling better times,
You stand for ancient truth, and sacrifice divine.

II. Within the Aryan spirit there dwells a sacred shrine,
Steady as Nordic oaks, and moon and warm sun’s shine.?
Again it shall be clear, in every brothers mind,
They come in rue and love homeward to our kind.

Again it shall be clear, in every brothers mind,
They come in rue and love homeward to our kind.

III. They struck and fought and bled, the heroes of olden days,
Our victory was near, but devils had dark ways.
However life unfoldeth, abiding mystery,
You never? shall grow old, oh dream of majesty!

However life unfoldeth, abiding mystery,
You never shall grow old, oh dream of majesty!

IV. O Stars, you are our witness, silently looking down,
While the folk kneels in the darkness, applauding the evil clown.
Our tribe will never lie, betray our soul or die,
[LOUD and longer than original]One aim directs our? sparkling eyyyesss: [pause….SHOUT]Solutrea, ARISE!

Our Folk will never lie, betray our soul or die,
[LOUD and longer than original]A martyr’s pride defeat defies: [pause….SHOUT]Solutrea, hail — ARISE!

1 Comment

  1. Hail comrade,
    There could be more cases of pedophilia in Judaism than in Christianity, but the Zionist-Jewish Mass Media say nothing about it:

    The sex drive in all human beings gets extremely affected by alcohol and drug consumption, whose recipients are clearly interlinked. I, therefore, urge the prohibition of toxic substances.

    The Catholic church in order to continue to operate in our countries should lift the ban on marriage for nuns and priests.

    As for Judaism, a complete ban on their criminal organization would do fine.

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