Just a quick blog:
- the man did a screenshot of a post by Jack Sen deriding him, lied about it to a trusted friend and authority figure, Â and posted it on his wall, with the name Sen cropped out, Â as being a post from me; when called on it, he admitted the lie and took it down.Â
- He now claims he is glad I blocked him on Faceberg so he “does not need to see all the shirtless selfies” of me on my Wall. Actually, I took O-N-E shirtless selfie in the ten years I have been posting as a WN online.Â I Â did so because of WN, antifa, White House and FBI threats, deriding me as a decrepit “old man.” That is a dangerous-for-them-and-me self-delusion which Parrott also posted — and he did so right on my own Facebook wall. Those threats from psycho WNs caused me to call in the sheriff of Ontonagon County, Â Dale Rantala, and then the Michigan State Police, who recommended I take out a Personal Protection Order against all three, one of whom is a convicted felon, and his disciple told me three times he suffers from Borderline Personality Disorder. Here is now the one shirtless selfie I have ever taken or published, and note that I am not flexing, Ahnold-style Â 🙂 , which would look egotistical and juvenile… I just took my shirt off and am not pumping my muscles up. But take it from me, hate-enraged dorks, this “old man” is still pretty tough.
Parrott might go beyond calling himself Â a Christian and read a guy named Jesus, who said “the truth shall set you free.” Â It seems Parrott has a basic, simple problem with telling the truth.
And with the sin of pride….
That attitude of smart-ass and belittling is what got that Charlottesville leftie right in harm’s way….and crushed. She was gonna kick some Nazi ass, shut them down, and it did not work out that way, did it?
And Parrotbeak should stop projecting the mirror of his own vanity and ego on someone who gets real, serious threats constantly, just for who he is and the potential threat he represents to the System. I do not need to drive to Charlottesville; the threats come right to me.
In the Roman Catholic Church, which Parrott is not –he pays lip service to the Orthodox branch of Christianity…. lying can be a mortal sin, one that can send you to hellfire, alongside abortion, blasphemy, murder, incest, rape, Freemasonry, and also envy, Mr. Parrott
The Pantocrator, the Risen Jesus, Ruler of AllÂ
|Can be a mortal sin. The gravity is measured by “the truth it deforms, the circumstances, the intentions of the one who lies, and the harm suffered by its victims.”Â If not grave matter, lying is a venial sin.|
According to Fr. Allyne Smith, “While the Roman Catholic tradition has identified particular acts as ‘mortal’ sins, in the Orthodox tradition we see that only a sin for which we don’t repent is ‘mortal.'”
In the Orthodox Church there are no “categories” of sin as found in the Christian West. In the pre-Vatican II Catholic catechism, sins were categorized as “mortal” and “venial.” In this definition, a “mortal” sin was one which would prevent someone from entering heaven unless one confessed it before death… These categories do not exist in the Orthodox Church. Sin is sin. Concerning Confession, having a list of deadly sins could, in fact, become an obstacle to genuine repentance. For example, imagine that you commit a sin. You look on the list and do not find it listed. It would be very easy to take the attitude that, since it is not on a list of deadly sins, it is not too serious. Hence, you do not feel the need to seek God’s forgiveness right away. A week passes and you have completely forgotten about what you had done.
You never sought God’s forgiveness; as a result, you did not receive it, either.
We should go to Confession when we sinâ€”at the very least, we should ask God to forgive us daily in our personal prayers. We should not see Confession as a time to confess only those sins which may be found on a list.
Though not part of the dogma of the Orthodox Church the mortal/venial distinction is assumed by some Orthodox authors and saints as aÂ theologoumenon. For example,Â Saint Ignatius BrianchaninovÂ (1807â€“1867), in his bookÂ A Word on Death, in a chapter entitled “Mortal sin”, says:
It has been said earlier that mortal sin of an Orthodox Christian, not being cured by repentance, submits him to eternal suffering; it has also been said that the unbelievers, Muslims, and other non-orthodox, even here are the possession of hell, and are deprived of any hope of salvation, being deprived of Christ, the only means of salvation. Mortal sins for Christians are the next: heresy, schism, blasphemy, apostasy, witchery, despair, suicide, fornication, adultery, unnatural carnal sins,* incest, drunkenness, sacrilege, murder, theft, robbery, and every cruel and brutal injury. Only one of these sinsâ€”suicideâ€”cannot be healed by repentance, and every one of them slays the soul and makes the soul incapable of eternal bliss, until he/she cleans himself/herself with due repentance. If a man falls but once in any of these sins, he dies by soul: For whosoever shall keep the whole law, and yet offend in one, he is guilty of all. For he that said, Do not commit adultery, said also, Do not kill. Now if thou commit no adultery, yet if thou kill, thou art become a transgressor of the law. (James 2:10,11)
* Under “unnatural carnal sins” the following are implied:Â sodomy,Â bestiality,Â masturbation, and any unnatural intercourse between married people (such as using contraceptives, consummated oral or consummated anal intercourse, etc.) as is explained in the bookÂ Ascetical Trials, also written by Saint Ignatius Brianchaninov (1807â€“1867).
……My 40-year WN biography
….Various very real threats I have gotten — from locals to antifa to the White House and FBI
You can see here, as I showed to Ontonagon Deputy Sheriff Maurer, the detached and ripped away door-closer to my house. (I filled in the smaller holes of the anchoring area with putty.)Â
I have gotten many serious, clearly implied threats over the years….and an outright raid by the Joint Terrorism Task Force in 2009.
Stingray tower (illegal electronic eavesdropping), on the right, was set up with a camera pointed directly at my rented (pale-yellow) house
Then in January 2016, last year, these threats also transpired (actually recorded threats lifted from a movie — and thus almost untraceable):
Go smoke another Marlboro, you motherf-er. I’m going toÂ f—–gÂ shoot your f—–g brains out, you pr–k! I can come down there with my f—-g AR-15Â and shoot your f—g loser ass [he starts screaming unintelligibly in a high fag voice at this point]
You received from me in November 2015 this printout from the Ontonagon County Telephone Company:
That was unquestionably the Obama White House itself.
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…….Parrott’s account of Charlottesville
IF he is reporting truthfully this time, which now is uncertain, then good for him. I never attacked the guy, ever, until he attacked me and Jack Sen out of the blue a few weeks ago.
“Catcher in the Reich: My Account of my Experience in Charlottesville,” by Matt Parrott
I was dead wrong. They weren’t there to keep the peace, but to stoke anarchy, …an outcome the ideological “anarchists” soon came to regret.
In Pikeville, the police had plenty of time to plan and prepare. The police had accurate estimates for crowd size and strength on both sides. There were no surprises and the event was completed with no injuries, with both sides feeling that law enforcement had protected their right to express themselves. Surely, they wouldn’t gamble or get “clever” about a rally of this magnitude.
Charlottesville had plenty of lead time and accurate stats going in, as well. But the City of Charlottesville and the governor wanted to achieve what the mayor of Pikeville and the governor of Kentucky didn’t. They set us up for a massacre. They dutifully stood back, smug in the fact we would be defeated, humiliated, and dispersed by the single greatest mob of antifa radicals in American history. Knowing the raw logistics, and realizing upon entry what the police were doing, I confess that I also assumed we were going to end up butchered and broken. Those were the simple event logistics.
Southerners don’t calculate odds the way we Yankees do, and the League of the South were directly in front of us in the line. With a full-throated rebel yell, the League broke through the wall of degenerates and TradWorker managed to enter the Lee Park venue itself while they were largely still reeling. Michael Tubbs, an especially imposing League organizer towered over and pushed through the antifa like a Tyrannosaurus among raptors as league fighters with shields put their training to work.
Cesar Hess, a Regional Coordinator of ours whoâ€™s an experienced combat veteran, worked with the League, NSM, and other Nationalist Front groups to help create two shield walls. One was at the stairwell and one was to the right of the stairwell. This was the area designated for the fight by the officers, who intentionally left it entirely unprotected and unsupervised. Our men were clearly less armed than theirs and it showed. They blasted pepper spray like a startled squid every time we pushed them back, launched their little smoke and stink bombs, and even began propelling their own urine and feces at our men when their munitions ran low.
While most of the Identity Evropa men were occupied on other fronts, they sent a detachment of fighters to assist us and to relay intelligence to Jason Kessler and other organizers. They offered more fighters, but we had our positions amply covered. I ended up investing most of my time during the fighting diving into the brawl to extract men who had been disabled by pepper spray to lead them to our several medic teams for treatment.
We had guys get pepper sprayed, get treated, and dive back into the fight, only to be pepper sprayed and treated again, then dive back into the fight! While Cesarâ€™s TradWorker, Schoepâ€™s NSM, and Dr. Michael Hillâ€™s League men stuck with a relatively organized plan to define and secure the event perimeter, the Outlaw Hammerskins wove around through the antifa crowd like they were invincible. With the exception of some pretty nasty flesh wounds they treated themselves (then re-entered the fight), they pretty much proved invincible out there.
While milling through the brawl, I spotted Daryl Lamont Jenkins. After he recognized me and called me out, a half-smile and a knowing look in his eyes confirmed that he was also bewildered. Heâ€™s also been at this game for a very long time and he knew that this event was going wildly off course. Moments later, an aging transvestite–I wonâ€™t dignify this deranged broad-shouldered man in ill-fitting womenâ€™s clothing as a full tranny–got up in my face and started yelling at me threatening to dox and expose me. I was far more afraid of his rotting teeth and clumsily applied clown makeup than being outed as a nationalist.
As a full confession, I didnâ€™t land a single blow against an antifa the entire event. I have in the past, and it feels great. But I felt that there was a shield wall and the first priority was simply getting men far better at fighting than myself who had been temporarily blinded or bowled over behind the wall to recover.
That we all (united!) decisively won the fight isnâ€™t spin. It isnâ€™t an angle. Even excepting the automotive incident and the police helicopter Chris Cantwell shot down, antifa received dozens of ambulatory injuries while only a couple of our men required more than mere first aid on the scene. Signerâ€™s third world thug government worked hand in glove with the antifa and police to corner our dramatically outnumbered men for a beatdown on primetime television, and their defeat became a primetime spectacle.
I have no idea how long we were fighting. Time slows down. Iâ€™m guessing we were there about an hour before the antifa had become so discouraged and frightened that they were crying out for the police to help them. Our men remained on our permitted premises, so help only meant one thing: helping them break our defensive line. I was walking a fighter back to the medics when I heard the police announce over the megaphone that it was now an â€œunlawful assemblyâ€ and that everybody was to disperse.
Cops started directing our men to break their defensive line so we did so, assuming this was all part of some plan. It was. The plan was for the cops to break our line so that antifa could finally run wild through the park. The cops broke our line and then exited the area altogether. That was their contingency plan in case the antifa couldnâ€™t break our line. That didnâ€™t work either. They fared even worse in an open melee than they did against our shield wall.
Bear in mind while reading this that we were entirely trapped in the park. Fighting was not optional. This was classic self-defense in the most simple and direct manner. The police had deliberately removed our ability to protect ourselves while not offering us protection. As the police began forming into a straight line preparing to vacate the park, I yelled at an officer, â€œHow are we supposed to exit?! How the fuck do we peacefully exit the park?!â€
He smiled smugly and pointed in the opposite direction of our entrance, through their barricades, and through a human sea of degenerates open-carrying with open sores. As Cesar is the commanding officer, I asked his permission to go â€œCharlie.â€ I handed him my helmet and walked up to the Robert E. Lee monument to stand my ground and occupy my constitutionally protected free speech event space alone. Heimbach, Cesar, and the rest of the leaders were trying to guide our men in the direction the officers ordered, retreating at the behest of the cops who werenâ€™t going to allow us to occupy the space we had firmly secured.
From the base of the statue, I had a beautiful panoramic view of the final minutes of the battle. At this point, the antifa were a terrifying spectre, drenched in their own blood, sweat, tears, and pepper spray. Perhaps theyâ€™ll learn some day not to fire that shit when theyâ€™re in a standstill melee. Perhaps not. For all their hanging around college campuses, antifa never seem to learn anything.
Most of the antifa had become so discouraged at this point that they had retreated back. Only a handful of their heartiest fighters, positively exhausted, fumbled aimlessly, half-blinded by their own chemical weapons, lashing out at the nationalists who were being forced into them by the encircling riot cops. Andy Nowicki came into focus, looking–in both physiognomy and attire–more like a liberal reporter than an altright sympathizer, yelling at the riot cops and demanding to know why and how they were clearly and directly violating a federal judgeâ€™s direct and simple order.
Our men and women were laughing, joking, and beginning to celebrate as the scale and scope of the victory was coming into focus. All of the antifa the entire left could muster were afforded a blank check to beat us to death by the complicit police force of this anti-white local, state, and federal government. For everyone but me, the lethally dangerous job of working through the maze of antifa mobs, police blockades, and contradictory police directions back to their vehicles was just beginning.
I wrote a status update on my Facebook wall, â€œWe will not be replaced.â€ and then put my phone away. Shortly afterwards, I was zip-tied and led into a wagon which took me to the police department directly beside our parking garage and released. They attempted to have me sign a form promising not to return to the park, which I refused to do. I remained calm and polite, as Iâ€™m not there to challenge the physical power of the state. Iâ€™m here to expose its corruption and complicity in White Genocide.
The police immediately let me out. I was only a political prisoner for about 20 minutes, not nearly long enough to write my manifesto. Fortunately, the jail was right beside my parking garage and my civil disobedience had earned me a free pass out of the most dangerous part of the whole event. I called up Heimbach to find out where everybody was at and Heimbach explained the nightmare unfolding in a raspy and strained voice. We went out to battle the leftâ€™s elderly chainsmoking cat ladies and all went home sounding like them. He explained that â€œEverybody is lost. Everybody. The police are chasing small groups of both sides in random directions and into blockaded blind alleys.â€
I had thought all my adrenaline had been expended already, but the thought of my men being herded into dozens of traps in the narrow streets and alleyways of Charlottesville frightened me all over again. The police all appeared angry, frustrated, and confused as Iâ€™ve never seen them before. While I was furious at them at the time, itâ€™s clear that they were the victims of an egregious leadership failure which also imperiled them. They were not able to keep up with the entirely unnecessary chaos they had been ordered to unleash and then ordered to deal with. Police donâ€™t hire on to enact a maniacal politicianâ€™s revenge fantasies. They hire on to protect both townies and visitors alike and they were being used.
I fully sympathize with and support the young man who, after finally making it alive to his vehicle, was fully blockaded, swarmed, threatened, and explicitly denied any police protection. Mayor Signer and the officers who obeyed his immoral and unlawful order killed that girl who died in the street after playing her fun little game of mob violence. The liberal political class and the government are shrieking so loudly at me and mine right now precisely because they know theyâ€™re guilty, know theyâ€™re caught red-handed, and know that the only way through this is to steamroll over us with a nationwide hysteria.
But cooler heads will prevail. Facts will come to light. Video will be examined. The alternative media wonâ€™t let this story go the way the hand-in-glove mainstream media wants it to. The ACLU is already closing in on the governmentâ€™s absurd handling of this event. With the amount of manpower and firepower at their disposal, the Commonwealth of Virginia could have EASILY and EFFORTLESSLY forced both antifa and nationalists to sit on picnic blankets and play patty-cake together. Instead, Mayor Signer and Vice-Mayor Bellamy chose to lead the nationalists into a trap, corner us with the help of the fucking military, and stand by as we were beaten to death.
It didnâ€™t play out like that, but that was clearly the plan.
Driving around looking for lost goys, I spotted Andy Nowicki stumbling along by himself on the side of the highway. I parked and the two Identity Evropa allies who I had also found wandering by themselves alone on the street raced down the street to gather him up. I drove back and forth repeatedly from the parking garage through the city sweeping up comrades and driving them to safety. Like a catcher in the rye, I spent most of my time at both the melee itself and the period afterward frantically racing around trying to account for everybodyâ€™s safety.
People can carry on about â€œunityâ€ all day long. Itâ€™s easier said than done, especially as real differences in both style and strategy divide our distinct organizations. When the Marxist degenerates came swarming in, I was glad to have the AltKnight projectâ€™s non-white fighters alongside me. I was glad to have people Iâ€™ve beefed with in the past helping me carry men whoâ€™d been disabled by pepper spray to the medic station. I eagerly picked up every man I could regardless of project affiliation.
Mayor Signer and his co-conspirators royally fucked up more than they could ever realize. But long after the people whoâ€™ve been killed by his fuckups are buried and the people whoâ€™ve been permanently disabled by his fuckups have learned to live with their debilitating conditions, one fuckup that will live on long afterward is the unity which can only come from being forced through a trial of this magnitude and making it through to the other side. Ironically, the nationalist solidarity and unity Jason Kessler was trying to achieve with this event was achieved by Signer, Bellamy, McAuliffe, and their complicit mainstream media cronies.
I know it wasnâ€™t exactly Dunkirk out there, but I also tire of history snobs pretending that honor, sacrifice, and nobility are all things that belong to different men in different eras than our own. The bruises and wounds our fighters compared back at our sinister supervillain mountaintop retreat were fully authentic, as were the corneal abrasions on my priestâ€™s eyes as he lied in bed all day. Sunday afternoon he finally agreed to go to the hospital after the second day of being unable to open his eyes. Father Matthew Raphael Johnson didnâ€™t receive all of the mainstream media puffery and police protection that the globalist clergy standing in solidarity with antifa received. He wasnâ€™t there for a contrived photo op. He was there for his flock.
The media can try to blame nationalists all day long, but just about anybody short of Mother Theresa herself, memory eternal, is going to fight like hell when theyâ€™ve got the fully armed National Guard blocking them from one side and a real life zombie apocalypse of pissed off degenerates with flamethrowers on the other. This weekend, the media narrative has been all about â€œnazi terrorism,â€ pretending we shot down the helicopters, drove into people on purpose like White ISIS, and sucker punched innocent anti-racists who were there to passionately yet peacefully demonstrate their principled opposition.
To be awkwardly honest for a brief moment, this situation was structurally unfair to the antifa. Every single similar event had basic police presence which defined basic boundaries on how bad things can get. Thereâ€™s been an element of theater this whole summer with people on both sides dressing up in wacky costumes and trying to â€œbattleâ€ with all the bravado of a man who the bouncer was holding back. Antifa did mobilize their largest ever assembly, but they arrived to fight for their ideas, …not fight for their lives. Darylâ€™s naturally running with his necessary narrative in his cable news appearances, that nazi terrorism has run amok in the New South. But we both know what happened was a spectacular and utterly preventable government leadership failure.
The antifa will likely also be stakeholders in the epic civil liberty lawsuit taking form. So will the journalists, pedestrians, and hopefully even the officers who were unlawfully ordered to host a bum fight for the mayorâ€™s amusement. For a couple hours in Charlottesville, the Signer hosted a bizarre Hunger Games tournament with the hope that he would get to be the man who crushed the altright once and for all. Instead, he lulled Americaâ€™s antifa subculture into the greatest humiliation in their entire history, notarized the altrightâ€™s transition from an Internet subculture to a proven street fighting faction, and got his own people killed and maimed. Hail Victory! Death to the World! And hail each and every last man and woman who fought the federal, state, and local government, the military, and the full force of the radical left, and emerged victorious!
Traditionalist Worker Party