Western Racial and Cultural Preservation
Mar 19th, 2010 by H. Rock White
FrumForum today has an article entitled ‘Are Anti-Israel Claims Hurting Campbell’s War Chest?‘
The article blames California Republican Senate Candidate Tom Campbell’s lack of fundraising success on his supposed ‘anti-Israel’ stance. Guess this isn’t an ‘anti-semitic canard’ anymore to discuss the influence of Jewish money in the American political system, and it’s effect on our foreign policy.
Mar 19th, 2010 by Matt Parrott
Special Guest Contributor Michael Steele:
Yo, yo, yo!
This be Michael Steele, the big pimpin’ MC of the GOP. I’m the HNIC representin’ representatives, yo. Before anything, I would like to give a shout-out to all my supporters: the Chamber of Commerce, AIPAC, and Satan. That’s it. Oh, and Alex Knepper. Waddup, Alex!
I wish I could be rappin’ wif y’all about somethin’ we don’t take seriously, like abortion or soldiers’ lives. Regretfully, my homegirl at Hip Hop Republicans sent me the 411 on some serious shit: RACISM! I spent all this money making a new GOP website so that bein’ against racism was the party’s second priority (Israel 1st!!!) and it turns out that some of y’all still want to be all racist ‘n shit…
Well, all the inbred crackers at Alternative Right can kiss my Black ass! Old school! My brother Jose Celso Barbosa didn’t become no advisor to Puerto Rico’s gubernatorial council in 1899 just so y’all could hate on him with charts ‘n studies ‘n shit. My strong Black brother from another mother Pinckney Pinchback didn’t serve on no executive committee of Georgia’s Republican Party in 1868 just so y’all could crash this party with y’all’s hate facts.
How am I supposed to drop bombs on random Ay-rabs if them honkies be droppin’ bombs on ME?! You best back dat pink ass up or else I’m gonna dish me out a rebuttal. Straight up! You want photo ops with a Black guy? You’ll have to buy yourself a different Black guy for your brochures ‘n shit. If I see one more pinky write bojive about multiculturalizationism, he gonna need Amber Lamps. I’ll cap you like Democrats be cappin’ Octavius Catto in 1871. I’ll stop preachin’ about The Reconstruction and start reconstructin’ your pasty faces…beyotches!
Sincerely,
Michael Steele
Mascot, Republican National Committee
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Mar 18th, 2010 by Pip Pockets
A piece I was inspired to write one day last fall after rereading Kipling’s “The Law of the Jungle” from The Jungle Book.
These are the vows every White Nationalist holds
Deep in his heart as history unfolds.
Held firm because if they fly
From our hearts, our people die.
Our people for whom we fight
Because we love them, and they need our might.
The West is ours; to no one else does it belong
And no one can tell us this is wrong.
For it was built and defended by our father’s before
Us and now we must close the door.
Never fall for our enemies’ deceit,
Their lies created to bring our defeat.
Don’t be downtrodden, no matter their tyrannical laws,
To be so only helps our enemies’ cause.
We whites are brothers, between us avoid all war
And let’s forget all those wars that came before.
Old grudges no longer matter in this day and age,
Today together we have a new battle to wage.
Our enemies see us as one, they care not what between us divides,
So as one white race we must fight, not as divided sides.
Always remember we are more than our enemies’ prey
So let not this struggle consume every moment of day.
Fall in love white men and white women when shown
By Cupid’s arrow and have a love your own.
Build families with children precious and dear;
From our enemy’s lies, steer them clear.
Be faithful and protective of your homes
For it is where our people’s future roams.
Sing our songs and tell our tales,
From our heritage is where our future hails.
Live clean and wise and brave
And never by our enemies’ rules behave.
Live like white men and white women,
You know what this entails for then
We’ve won because our enemies hate by name
Those who refuse to play their game.
These are the White Nationalist vows;
Those rules, beliefs, and ways we now
Live by to ensure
Through this darkness our people endure.
But under all this is one thing
We White Nationalist above all sing
So that it our people will never hide
And that one thing is pride!
Kipling’s original work recited by the legendary Boris Karloff.
Mar 18th, 2010 by H. Rock White
‘Liberal’ Democrats attack Obama over mild criticism of Israel:
“The appropriate response was a shake of the head – not a temper tantrum,” Rep. Anthony Weiner (D-N.Y.), a member of the House Jewish Caucus, said in a statement today, “Israel is a sovereign nation and an ally, not a punching bag. Enough already.”
Rep. Steve Israel (D-N.Y.) criticized the White House for making their response so public.
“The Administration, to the extent that it has disagreements with Israel on policy matters, should find way to do so in private and do what they can to defuse this situation,” he said in a statement.
Rep. Shelley Berkley (D-Nev.) criticized the administration for an “irresponsibly overreaction.”
Rep. Eliot Engel (D-N.Y.) said the response had been “disproportionate” and added that “we all have to take a step back.”
Not reported is the fact that all of the above are Jewish themselves.
Mar 18th, 2010 by Hunter Wallace
This speaks for itself.
Mar 18th, 2010 by Drew Sylvan
Racial realism is so often a burdensome load to carry. Not only is it emotionally taxing to witness our race’s and civilization’s decline, but such understanding is made doubly difficult by the variety of punishments that await those who openly speak to these issues. We are deemed the worst of the worst, the heretics, the morally pathological. For those who trespass beyond the acceptable limits of Progressive racial blindness, friend and family relationships are tested and, at times, are lost forever. Though the word “empathy” does necessarily spring to mind when thinking of White Nationalists / racial realists, we are, in fact, the ones so often in need of warmth, of extended hands and mutual support. There is a tremendous emotional component to this arena that is overlooked. We sacrifice so much.
We waste a great deal of our time in ordinary social situtions, dancing around issues, occasionally sending out carefully coded signals in order to determine the leanings of whomever we may be casually talking to. It’s a rare occasion that one gets a carte-blanche opportunity to speak the truth, to say what we see. So when confronted with what I consider other social outsiders (in this particular instance, the Jehovah’s Witnesses standing at my door), I feel a little less restraint in keeping my thoughts to myself. There is a refreshing level of candor one can attain with those who also exist in the margins. *I have no intention of playing the Jew here, mocking and smearing people who actually don’t rob, rape, or loot. Religious Whites, especially southern religious Whites, are our culturally approved kick-toys and I won’t do that, even if I feel the “cast the net and convert whomever you catch” criteria for gaining new membership is deeply misguided. (It’s amazing how after so many years of Talmudvision, even somewhat racially aware Whites can so casually slander a segment of our race which actually prioritizes large families, hard work, and simple living. This is a habit I’ve recognized in myself and have sought to break, and one which I’ll confront others on when I hear it). Nevertheless, though I don’t know much about Jehovah’s Witnesses, except that they refuse to participate in modern, secularized celebrations (birthdays, Halloween, etc…), I know they are considered “fringe.”
So there I was, absently thumbing through a novel I once read but could no longer remember, the children down for their afternoon naps. Then came the knock. Answering the door, I found a sweet older White man and woman, both in their early sixties perhaps, who introduced themselves and asked if they could show me something in the Bible. I’m always willing to give people and their ideas a fair shake and this seemed like a nice break to the afternoon. I politely consented, and tried to follow along as the lady angled The Book so that we could read together. As she then began to interpret the passage for me, my mind caught on a snag when she started in about “God and all the people of the world” and “our duty.” I had to interrupt her. I mark this encounter as the beginning of a phase I’m currently in, in which I cannot let even the slightest comment pass, be it “diversity” as a “strength” or our so-called “duty” to less fortunate minorities.
I live just outside the city of Lancaster, Pennsylvania, on the other side of Franklin and Marshall College. I have no idea what government programs are in place and how specifically this happened, but this town is now the third largest Puerto Rican city, percentage-wise, in the United States. Within fifteen short years, most of the southern part of the city and some its eastern neighborhoods radically transformed into filthy ghettos, repopulated by the wretched refuse of New York City. Now, Black and Hispanic males with modified mufflers (purposefully made louder) and pounding subwoofers speed past Amish horse-and-buggies on the local roads. Why on earth this sleepy town was targeted to receive the miserable slobs from the South Bronx and Washington Heights, I have no idea. Long story short, another safe and clean (re: White) city is now a crime-ridden third-world sewer — another statistic. Yes, there are politicians to blame, but the Churches and blind religious fundamentalism are most definitely complicit.
“I’m sorry Ma’am, how long have you lived in Lancaster?” I asked.
Pausing to do some quick math, she replied, “Forty two years.”
“Have you seen what the “people of the world” have done to this city?” I inquired, not being nasty, but not blinking.
Judging by their faces, I sincerely believe that they had no idea what I was getting at. There appeared to be no hook there to hang my hat on.
I then picked up the ball and started running
“Listen, God Bless you guys. You are the people who founded this country and made it work. The people of Europe and their faith in God built this nation, I believe that. However, today it’s you guys, the good Christians, who are helping to import savages from the failed corners of the globe which have ruined this city.” I noticed my finger was out and pointing and consciously put it back down.
Unfazed, the lady countered that the Lord will judge all men individually by what’s in their hearts. She then set off to find the passage.
I was searching for words, for tactics. How do I approach these people? Do I start by explaining racial differences? Rattle off murder and rape statistics? More importantly, what exactly was I seeking to accomplish? Do I want to change minds or simply vent?
I tried to draw her eyes away from the book, bending my knees slightly to bring myself eye-level with her. “My wife grew up in this town when it was safe to walk from one end to the other at anytime of the day,” I said. “And you read the newspaper, you know. You see all the Black and Hispanic crime, the murders and gang activity. You will never get what you want out of these people. They rot out every place in the world they go, yet you persistently, blindly aid them and seek them out as potential converts. It’s a lousy business model you guys have.”
The lady seemed a little uncomfortable about my use of the term “savages,” and the gentleman started skimming through the Gospel according to Matthew only to find and then recite a verse that had no bearing whatsoever on anything we were talking about. The lady, however, seemed to want to reconcile this issue. I had her attention. I then thought it best to go with the “dog” analogy.
“Look, we can talk very casually about different dog breeds in terms of behavior, intelligence, and demeanor. We recognize that these differences are not superficial, but innate, genetic. So, hypothetically, if I take a puppy Hyena out of Africa and bring it into my warm house and give it lots of food and attention and raise it as a Cocker spaniel, does that make it a Cocker spaniel? ”
The gentleman then found another verse, and was clearly waiting for me to take a breath so he could read, but I continued.
“Really, would you let your child come over and play with this alleged “Cocker spaniel?” I didn’t wait for an answer. “No, you wouldn’t,” I said softly. “The dog is still likely to bite your kid’s arm off. That’s the animal’s nature. And this is the thing: You guys are helping to bring Hyenas into this country and are pretending they can be an intelligent, well behaved breed that actually can function in a civilized society - and they can’t.”
The gentleman then raised his hand. I forget exactly what he asked, for it seemed I was delivering my own sermon, but I know it gave me pause–something about how I fit God in my life.
I took a moment before I spoke. “I don’t know. I don’t have the answers. But when it comes to finding a religion, for me, one foot has to be firmly planted in reality and has to honestly evaluate the world for what it is. You guys, I’m sorry, are killing us with good intentions. I can’t live in half of this city because of this type of misguided altruism. This country, The United States, is dying. Those people,” I gestured in the direction of downtown, “destroy every square inch of every place they go, and all you do is accelerate the process. I’m looking for a racially realistic church. That’s what I’m waiting for. I’d get on board for that.”
Again, what did I hope to accomplish? What were my intentions? As they thanked me for my time, handed me some literature, and began to walk away I tried to gauge their feelings. We parted amicably and, I could see, they left with something to chew on. I tried to be well spoken and affable, yet direct. If they are going to deliver their “good word,” is it wrong to give them mine in return? I believe my intent was to persuade rather than berate, but one thing can sometimes slip into the other. Because those of us who know race is not simply a social construct are so often bound and silenced, when we have the opportunity to speak and the valve is opened, our intensity and conviction can often be written off simply as “hate” or “fanaticism.” It’s difficult to rein in oneself when the subject is no less than survival of one’s race and civilization.
Racial awareness can be a profound hardship. It can cut one off from important and meaningful connections. The day I walked into my local Catholic Church and witnessed the new Indian priest deliver a painfully unintelligible mass was the last time I went in there. As our world changes, and certainly for the worse, one can find oneself painted into a corner, without, for instance, a church - and without the secondary and tertiary relationships that church offers: friends, bonds with family, social networking, and so on.
As close and extended family intermarry, how can you not distance yourself? How can you not alienate yourself, hiding your feelings at the arrival of an unrecognizable, mixed-race child, feigning joy where there is tremendous sadness? How do we stay engaged with this culture, in this world, when its media, churches, schools, sports, and other areas of socialization are so profoundly sick? How can one both hold these standards and hold onto friends and family? How do our children socialize with others when you, the parent, reject so much of what is the basis for conversation and connection? And, how do your children not ultimately resent you for keeping them from such deviant messages on behavior and morality (i.e. popular movies and music) when that costs them friends?
The truth on race is a troubled and complicated road to walk. We have such a hard world to navigate, both for ourselves and our children. At the very least, the connections that we can and do make amongst one another, other racially aware Whites, must be nurtured and appreciated. They are precious, and more meaningful than can be expressed. This is where our future is.
Mar 18th, 2010 by Hunter Wallace
Yes, I know the outro is fucked up. We did two takes of this. The second was a huge improvement over the first. I am hosting Radio Free Virginia at OD until I can get my account issues sorted out with my hosting company. Eventually, OD readers will be able to subscribe to the RFV podcast and download new material to your iPods. I should have everything fixed (including the previous two broadcasts) and ready to go by the middle of next week. Enjoy!
RFV - St. Patrick’s Day - Hunter Wallace and Pip Pockets discuss St. Patrick’s Day and current events.
Mar 17th, 2010 by Pip Pockets
Like most Americans with Irish blood in their veins I can get pretty pumped up on St. Patrick’s Day, especially to Ireland’s great fighting songs. But remember we our White Nationalists and must never let our pride for our various national heritages turn into animosity against other white nations because of some historical grievance EX: Ireland and England. Avoiding all future conflict between whites should be our most important priority. So here’s an Irish song about World War I, the Great White Civil War, whose consequences of white decline we’re living with today.
Mar 17th, 2010 by Pip Pockets
In honor of St. Patrick’s Day, probably the last holiday in America where white Americans can celebrate being white, even if it is in a “Implicit Whiteness” Kevin MacDonald way, here are a couple Irish Nationalist songs.
And as an Irish Catholic on my father’s side I love this kind of music.
Mar 17th, 2010 by Gregory Hood
A typical story out of New Jersey. A man gets on the public address system at a WalMart and states, “Attention WalMart customers: All black people leave the store now.”
Insensitive? Yes. Offensive? Perhaps. Hilarious? Definitely. However, such jokes are simply not allowed in Occupied America. As the incomparable Stuff Black People Don’t Like relates –
“Management… apologized. Company spokeswoman Ashley Hardie says the incident was “unacceptable.” The retailer is looking to prevent it from happening in the future. Washington Township police and the Gloucester County Prosecutor’s Office also are investigating.”
The late Sam Francis nailed it when he described the concept of Anarcho-Tyranny. The law simply does not apply to certain groups of people. Illegal immigrants can parade through the streets under foreign flags without fear of deportation and antifa can threaten to murder hotel workers without reprisal but if someone makes an insensitive joke at a WalMart, the organs of the state leap into action. What exactly are they going to charge the evil racist with? That’s not rhetorical. I have no idea.
SBPDL sums up —
Stuff Black People Don’t Like includes being told to leave Walmart, as the harmless prank of commandeering the PA system is treated as cause for martial law and a full-scale police investigation to find the culprit and lock them away lest they perpetuate the harming of the delicate eardrums of frightened Black patrons of Walmart.
Post script to what I wrote yesterday – a white republic is necessary if only because we would never again have to deal with nonsense like this.
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