Whites³², don't let them take your racism away

 

So, when did it become bad to be white?

Not that long ago, if someone did you a favor and even added an extra consideration, a popular response was, "that's mighty white of you." So popular was the phrase that Colgate-Palmolive actually marked [sic] a toothpaste  "Mighty White." The toothpaste is off the market, and "mighty white" isn't used anymore.

It's just a small sign how whites have been cowed into being guilt-ridden and ashamed to be racist white people. Think about it for a bit: black/Afro-American, Hispanic, Amerasian, etcetera — these expressions have been part of the lexicon for some time now. But try saying "I'm white," just that, and then look around for the furrowed brows and angry expressions, perhaps a gasp or two from white women.

Clearly, white people have lost their collective direction when it comes to race and racist ideology. Who holds their head up these days and says "I am a white man" let alone "I am a white racist"? Years of media propaganda, in films, TV series, documentaries, even on the news, have tried to imply to us — and outright saying  — that we white people have no reason to be proud and therefore have no right to a racial identity or a right to preserve our racial integrity.

Part of being white racists and acting white means there are things that we do and don't do: we line up properly in orderly fashion when required, we don't spit on the ground, we don't sit in public with our legsopen like many arrogant nonwhites.

Even at times, the cowardice of whites shows through: every election we hear from those race traitors, "Don't vote for Don Andrews." This cowardice was underlined in the 1978 Toronto Municipal Elections. On election day, Don Andrews polled in second place. Under the rules at that time, if an elected mayor was unable to perform their duties in office, the runner-up got the job. Right after the results that year came out, there was a mad scramble to Queen's Park, to change the election rules to prevent that scenario from re-occurring.

Of all the right wing groups, only the Nationalist Party says that we are white, we have a right to express and advance the idea that it's good to be white and that we have a right to defend our future as proud racists, real racists who respect other races with common sense, good will and fair play. No other major groups — the KKK, neo-Nazis, nationalist organizations in Europe — no others have, espouse  or practice this concept of real racism each and every day. We also coined the phrase "the white man's way" — meaning, those norms of behavior demonstrated towards each other and to other races. such as promoting a society where white people do our own labor instead of importing thousands of people here to work for garbage wages and causing stress and needless expense and financial instability to our society as a whole and to the detriment of our society as a whole. When a race doesn't completely build, nurture and maintain a society solely on its own, but adopts a "diverse" multicultural construct, where there is no common way of thought, no common consensus, no bedrock or foundation of common values of morality, fairness, law, culture or living standards, that society is doomed. Indeed, the vilified white man has become the new ISIS — he and his racial pride are not worth mention or discussion, lest more whites start to get an awareness of natural racial pride. Racism is as natural as breathing, remember and it's okay now for blacks, Hispanics, Asians, to have and profess and promote their racial integrity, but now whites.  Now, we are supposed to feel guilty over the commie cliché of "white privilege."

Outside of real racists, how many whites stand up for their race? When did the boundless-in-compassion pope ever stick up for whites? The UK's Archbishop of Canterbury, like many Red-run "Christian" outfits, recently condemned white racism. It's okay apparently for Christians to hate, as long as it's whites sticking up for their dwindling race?

It's time to raise your heads and get off your knees, white people. It's time to speak out as we have for decades, to defend your natural right and your racial history, identity, integrity and heritage. White man, don't let these petty self-loathing jackals take your racism away.
It's your natural responsibility and your duty to be proud and unrepentant white people.

Racists never have to say "I'm sorry" — not should they, ever.

 

 

The politically-correct hypocrites who don't really mean it

 

Once again, the specter of war is getting a lot of space online and in print. And once again, rushing to the gates, are so many individuals and organizations and "movements" claiming to be against war and claiming to want it to end.

No doubt you've read or heard somewhere that "the majority" thinks that Canada, the US and every able-bodied person in the 'free world' must now take up arms and stop that massive Muslim uprising in the Middle East and Africa. But the majority isn't always right, and when that majority has as many of its spokesmen a bunch of hypocrites and phonies, well, we'd better look a bit closer.

Jimmy Carter was a president lauded pretty much for forcing the men in charge of Israel and Egypt during his administration — Menachem Begin and Anwar Sadat — to shake hands and make peace. His term ended with the Iranian hostage crisis, as Americans watched the spectacle of their fellow Americans blindfolded and in captivity until a little after Ronald Reagan was elected. Lately, Carter's been pretty quiet, a no-show who can probably boast of his "accomplishments." He has been one of the missing-in-action voices on behalf of compromise and talking to your enemy, a tactic many believe led to the famous peace talks that eased tensions between bellicose Israel and its neighbors, for a while.

Then we have "Anti-War.com" a great site if you want to know how many were killed in the battles between Western meddlers and Muslim fundamentalists like al-Qaeda and ISIS. But with them, like many other "anti-war" outfits, it's all about funding the site — every few weeks there's a PBS-style pledge drive — "We're almost over the top, but not yet". And yes, there's pro-Zionist/.anti-Muslim bias, complete with the phony term "terrorism" along with the latest spoutings [sic] of "Christian" war dogs like Pat Buchanan and John McCain.

And let's not forget the phony Christians, capitalists, feminists and war-lovers. In the eyes of many of these Evangelicals, on and off TV, it's the Final Battle of Christianity (them) against the anti-Christ (Islam) and every cent is needed to keep them from taking their so-called caliphate to the West. Never mind that real Muslim's couldn't give a rat's behind about establishing a world caliphate. All they want in their lands is a society of traditional women, patriarchy and the return of a lifestyle and religious practice that has been their way for thousands of years, and which did nicely, thanks, without TV, the Internet, Big Macs and Robin Thicke's gyrations.

Capitalists love war — ask any shareholder in Northrop Gruman, Martin Marietta, Boeing or any worldwide manufacturer and contractor of arms. planes, technology and weaponry/military hardware. Peace, real peace, is bad for business.

The feminists? The concept of any kind of patriarchy, where the man runs the show and is the head of the family and the local society, is anathema to them. They're happy with the effeminate, "harmless" metrosexuals and don't care about masculine men defending religion and tradition.  They run the modern anti-war organizations, whose rank and file are terrified of them a lot more than they are of al-Qaeda. They're quick to yap about alleged brutality of ISIS, while being a hundred percent behind nations who cowardly drop killer drones and level communities and destroy lives. They still love Barack Obama, who for all his tough talk, still is reluctant and scared to fight a mano-a-mano ground war against dedicated men fighting for their very souls and culture. Those who support them of both genders are politically correct, pro-interventionist, and not really against war and not really for "peace."

And there's the 'right wing' conservative think tanks whose people are popping up all the time on Fox News and elsewhere. If you truly are conservatives, guys why are you so hopped up on committing trillions of taxpayers' dollars worldwide and potentially, millions of lives fighting other conservatives? And you get a few guys like former Klansman and now champion on his site banner, of 'diversity' David Duke — phony right wingers who beat the drum for a war that basically benefits merchants, capitalists and the State of Israel? These groups and individuals include outfits like the Heritage Front and the many enterprises of Paul Fromm.

Any time someone comes up to you and tells you they're against war, question them to ascertain their real motivations. You will find, most likely, that white racists are the only ones apart from libertarians who truly are against meddling, interventionist wars fought to keep the elitist frequent-flyers and their wives living large.

 

 

There's more to life than sex

 

 

 

Nostalgia over real men

 

 

 

When you vote for Don Andrews, you're voting for yourself

 

 

 

"Family Channels" Need Parental Guidance

 

Film lovers are marking the death of John Hughes, a director who was instrumental in the 1980's with elevating "youth culture" (one of my favorite oxymorons) almost to the degree of a fourth major religion. With films from The Breakfast Club, in which group of punks from both genders vent their spoiled frustrations during weekend school detention) to Ferris Bueller's Day Off, which launched the career of Matthew Broderick (the live-action version of Inspector Gadget finished it), Hughes captured what trendies call "teenage angst" during the Ronald Reagan beating in the hearts of young neo-criminals. which was also being celebrated by all those slick Wall Streeters in the 80's and 90's, such as the vipers who ruined so many at capitalist temples like Enron and Tyco (the latter run by Dennis Kozlowski, who, like the recently-jailed Bernie Madoff, swindled millions and cried not so much as one glycerin tear).

In films, and now especially on TV, the young, immoral rebel-without-a-clue whose ambitions include aspiring to be criminals — and, if they're pre-, and teenaged girls, dressing and acting like whores in training, are all over the dial, broadcast, digital and satellite and have been for years. But let's focus first on the late eighties onward, when Fox Broadcasting, in its infancy, launched the first nighttime teen soap Beverley Hills 90210 (its remake is entering its second year on the CW network), about a Midwestern US family who move to you-know-where to get a taste of the good life. In no time at all, the young'ns Brendan and Brenda and their new spoiled pals were jumping from bed to bed, boozing, drugging, getting in car accidents, crime, everything they could to put mom and dad in the Cardiac Ward. And wow, was it COOL! 90210 was the most popular show on Fox until The Simpsons came along, and it spawned a slew of successors to this day: Dawson's Creek, One Tree Hill, Felicity, and Gossip Girl, to name a few, and the coming-this-fall Vampire Diaries and (The New) Melrose Place — all aimed at that demographic of 18-49 (preferably teens) females so easy to sell clothes, cars and Gatorade to, and all while watching young people around their age act like immoral and amoral idiots, sleazeballs and sleazettes.

But most disturbing is the content on the so-called "family channels" — outlets like America's The N and Disney Channel and in Canada, YTV and The Family Channel. Here, in many of the "family" sitcoms (some of which run on ABC and other broadcast channels your younger kids have access to), you have spoiled brats running amok in The Suite Life of Zach and Cody, a young teen who has millions of fans as country rocker Hanna Montana (while disguising herself as an average teen); an Afro-American teen who gets in one spot after another despite having the ability to see into the future (That's So Raven), and that show's spin-off, about a black kid/hustler acting like Dennis the Menace in the president's (not Obama) pad (Cory In the House). In virtually all of these geared-for-the-young sitcoms, the adults invariably are: a) divorced; b) widowed; c) step-parents; d) "squares," or e) dim-witted, clumsy role models (and heaven help any kid who has a role model like them in real life, like the negligent parents of Hughes' Home Alone). Also, you never saw so many race-mixed young people raised in suburbia hanging out together and getting along so well. Anyone who knows modern America these days know that familiarity with one's own kind still rules in cliques of all races. Each episode is like a fast-forwarded "After School Special," each with a life lesson of its own, e.g. — love all minorities; parents are old-fashioned and tradition is for losers; and, since your folks will forgive you anyway, it's okay to disrespect and lie to them and/or break the law.

Then, there's fare like 90210 and DeGrassi: The Next Generation. The latter, a Canadian production, took its name after Cynthia Degrassi, an Italian greengrocer's daughter who escaped from rebels and snitched to Lord Simcoe during the 1837 Upper Canada Rebellion. From that bit of history, her name survived as the Toronto street where D:TNG (and its predecessor series) are set. Both shows are known for a surfeit of premature sexual content and a shortage of morals. It's a TV feminist course where hedonism rules and tradition and respect are things to be ignored, ridiculed or thwarted. The emphasis on sex and anything-goes makes these shows a lot more of a concern for good parents than any of the older teen-oriented series like Dobie Gillis or Gidget, which are harmless compared to the likes of today's teen soaps and sitcoms.

Remember, parents, you paid for the remote, so use it and help guide your teens to watching TV. Rule one: After your kids watch one or more of these kid-coms and dramas (all of which need a PG rating), sit down with them and talk about the episode they watch; discuss the "messages" both obvious and subliminal, and keep abreast of the plots. Also for future reference, jot down a few sponsors who buy time on commercial networks who air anything you find disturbing or offensive. Rule two: Get to know your broadcasters and those in government who regulate them (.e.g., FCC and Canada's CRTC). Write to them if your concerns aren't addressed by networks and stations.
 

 

A Friendship is as Unique as a Fingerprint

 

Each friend we make in our lives is a unique relationship, as unique as our fingerprints and our signatures; the nature of each one is such that we really don't think about it — until that person dies.

Last week, I lost a friend named Mel McCready, who died suddenly of a heart attack. I first met him as a supervisor when I worked at the Toronto East General Hospital in the eighties, along with "Clarke" Andrews (as he was known there). Mel was an affable, well-liked man who could be both "one of the guys" and yet still the boss. Many was the time he would walk in, the place being less than proper, while the guys were standing around and declare, "This place is a write-off.” He literally ran our department, and while being a regular guy, would not tolerate a dirty work area or half-assed job. He was a local legend, and when he went into hospital for minor surgery people from many hospital departments went to his bedside to wish him a speedy recovery.

Later, I knew him as a social friend, and he was a most interesting one. He had a keen sense of justice and right and wrong, and if you did or said something he felt was out of line, he let you know about it. He was, like me, a trivia buff, and he gave me an idea for a trivia game that I later spent my spare time trying to develop for television. He was no a slouch as an "action man": facing nasty protesters at the Ernst Zündel trial, he waded in, knocking the thugs around like bowling pins. He was an active sportsman, participating in a wide degree of sports from golf to fishing to billiards.

Mel liked a house that was in order and quiet. He liked gardening and today in his backyard, a still-growing sunflower attests to that.

Like me, was a cat lover and he was a helluva cook. He was a gracious host and tried to keep a sense of order in his east-end home. He could converse about anything in modern "culture" and many was the time whenever he was stuck on a movie, TV show or song detail, I was his "go-to" guy. I felt flattered.

I will miss Mel. Deep inside he was a good person, as were many of the people I have known and lost over the years, most of them in my political circle:

John Ross Taylor, whose effectiveness as a white racist and ideological authority earned for him from “ZOG” the sobriquet of "The High Priest of Hate.” To hear him talk about history, politics or ideology, there was not a microbe of hate. He was a kind, reasoned sage who shared many hours of conversation and wisdom with me. Always optimistic, he would occasionally say with great feeling "We've won, Bob! The Jews are through!” Despite a leg injury, he had the walking speed and vigorous energy of an Olympic hopeful and he will always stand tall as a mentor and a friend.

There was Jim Spearin, always a handy, beefy guy as adept at conversation as he was as a sergeant-at-arms; no one got out of line with him around, There was Jack Prins, a gentle giant of a man who loved his wife Sabina and once earned fame as wrestling's "Masked Marvel." There was Leo Jutting, the Dutch Aryan adventurer (a tribute placed on his grave monument along with our sun-cross symbol, who traveled wide and regaled me many a night over french-fries and gravy about his experiences in Australia and Canada. And there was "the Baron.” Axel von Strohl, who enjoyed the high life as a scion of a family descended from Swedish royalty.

Part of the meaning of any friendship is the part where we must endure the pain of when they leave us. We cherish their memories and spirit, and those who read the tombstones designed and worded in tribute to those we lose would be most interested as to the nature of who these friends were. The more memories we have of departed of our friends as individuals, the richer and stronger we are, as it sustains us through the period when we mourn their passing, and makes us better people. And the better a person is, contrary to popular belief, we can, just from knowing them and inheriting the knowledge and the sharing of their lives with us, get through the grief process easier.

Mel McCready — worker, fighter, sportsman, gardener, moral man, cat lover and friend, I shall miss you deeply. May God guide this part of your journey, and thank you for having made each of us who knew you a better person. Your spirit will dwell always within us.

 

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