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Know-it-all mothers

 

Who's the wisest member of the family on sitcom TV?

Give up? Or did you guess the modern TV mom, the real head of the sitcom family — all-knowing, smart-alecky, and able to prove her superiority or outwit the conniving or pea-brained TV dad at every one his schemes, which form the bulk of the TV situation comedy these days. Some case studies:

Grace Dunphy is a good place to start. As the blonde, cute mom of ABC's Modern Family, she has a husband who's a salesman, Phil. As a dad, he's not much of one, totally confused about their two daughters and out-of-control son Luke. The females are clearly in this family more "stable" than the males. He's a bit of a schemer; in one episode, playing stranded when he falls off a bike he couldn't ride in the first place. Clare's an arch-liberal who's okay with the gay relationship of her brother. She's a real take-charge gal with a bit of temper that's led to one or two run-ins with the authorities and is fond of bailing on the family to take hubby to a swanky hotel for an evening of "role-playing" love games, for which her puppy-hubby is more than happy to oblige.

Then we have Gloria Delgado, young Colombian wife of much-older Jay, Claire's dad. Played by Ed O'Neill. he's a lot more financially successful than Married With Children's Al Bundy.  He's the step-dad to Gloria's son Manny, and is proud of having a Latina on his arm and elsewhere but is seen as behind-the-times as being not totally accepting of son Mitchell's homosexuality. Gloria, with her sharp tongue and Latin temper, has Jay wound around her finger, constantly dragging him to things he doesn't want to do—parties, fancy dinners, you name it. Gloria is the head of this household.

On the syndicated Everybody Loves Raymond, the Barone family's moms, Marie and Debra, are constantly at odds. Marie's the manipulative, nagging one, always interfering in her sons' relationships, and giving nothing but agita to her crude husband Frank. Debra, wed to sports writer Ray, is given a sense of wise, moral superiority over her husband, who's a total write-off at helping her raise their three kids and who has a pattern of siding with his mom whenever there's a dust-up between her and Debra, the latter of whom can see through every one of Ray's schemes to sneak off to golf or avoid the unpleasant responsibilities of husbandry. Both Marie and Debra are portrayed as somewhat noble and sympathetic characters: Marie, for her faking vulnerability and hurt when challenged, and Debra, for putting up with her in-laws.

Sometimes in a family, loose morals — or no morals — pass for wisdom. Take Peggy and Kelly Bundy of Married with Children: Constantly starved for sex when she's not relaxing on the sofa, Al Bundy's wife Peggy from the mythical hamlet of Wanker County, scoots suggestively around the house in Capri pants and plots, sometimes in league with neighbor/feminist man-hater Marcy) to give Al and all men as much grief as possible — unless they're attractive. Teen daughter Kelly, promiscuous and constantly dressed like a hooker, is summed up in one great line as the girl most likely to be voted 'the other woman'. Her relationship with her dad only exists to vacuum money from him and has no worries about her poor grades, thinking her looks will keep a man on her arm all her life.

The Golden Girls wrote the book on "smart moms": We have Dorothy Zbornac, whose sleaze ball husband Stan cheated on her, and who left her marriage after 38 years and two children. She has a strange love/hate relationship with her mother Sofia, who herself has issues, including failing health and dealing with a son who was a cross-dresser. Sofia blew her top when she learned that after his death, he was buried in a dress.  The Sicilian woman, often references the violence in her family in the old country, and is not above a bit of trickery to manipulate friends and family into paying for creature comforts like TV or being allowed to drive while in her eighties. Dorothy shares a Miami house with its owner, Blanche Beveraux, a widow with a daughter of her own. After a life of sleeping with one man after another, Blanche takes her version of a moral high grown when she learns her daughter wants to eb artificial inseminated in one story. Then there is Rose Nylund, from the small town St. Olaf, Minnesota, dippy, naive and who works as a grief counselor. She regularly relates long-winded and totally improbable tales from her home town as a way of trying to solve the  problems of the others, giving her a sense of cockeyed wisdom.

Know-it-all moms have been the staple of sitcoms for years: The Partridge Family had a widow who helped her kids by singing in their pop-rock band. and on All In the Family, the matriarch Edith, though seemingly scatter-brained, was looked on a lot kinder than her loutish cartoonish bigot husband Archie. Daughter Gloria, who married a leftist student-turned teacher Mike, had a more subtle way of manipulating her hubby with her whiny/cutesy voice.

On Big Bang Theory, the clueless guys are offset by the mother of one, Leonard Hofstedter, who's a shrink and constantly analyzing her son's and his pals' relationships
. His roommate Sheldon, has a mom who's a real holy roller good Texas Christian, and who gave him a set of medical equipment to have a career to fall back on if physics didn't work out. Sheldon's gal pal is Amy Fowler, a plain-Jane scientist who's constantly nagging him to be more intimate, and who dresses like a high-school teacher in drab sweaters and skirts.

In 2015, it's not that surprising to see why pattern media sitcom writers portray moms and girlfriends/wives as being more on the ball than their male mates: It's a part of the religion that extends from the woman-worship that originates from a male Jew not actually considered being Jewish unless having a Jewish mother — a matriarchal philosophy of life extended and promoted in prime time sitcoms, from The Brady Bunch's Carol Brady  to Rhoda's pushy, scrappy mom Ida Morganstern. It carries on today in new and syndicated fare to more current fare like TBS' Sullivan and Son's Asian step-mom to the loud and glass-shattering Roseanne Conner.


And there is more to come: right now, thee networks are developing new sitcoms with even more "smart moms" always there to save the day and pick up the pieces that men leave in the wake of their stupidity. If you've had enough, contact the networks and/or their sponsors and tell them so.  Come on, men, it's time we all did something to promote a healthier, truer image of the "Man of the House" — no matter is it's fictional  or the pseudo-reality of the harridans of Duck Dynasty.

Let's start seeing some smart dads on TV again.

 

Harper's Hypocrisy

"Yes we speak the things that matter, with words that must be said"

— Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel, "The Dangling Conversation"

In the wake of the week's recent events, there's a further underlying of a tenet of this so-called Canadian democracy that's been underlined by the reaction of Prime Minister Stephen Harper to the killings of the Charlie Hebdo staff in Paris. He said as part of his speech ,"They've (fundamentalist Islam) declared war on us!" And with Conservatives, you know what that means: A nice dose of hypocrisy — crowing about how we must take all the measures we can to protect "freedom" while overseeing the taking-away of our freedom of speech.

 

One thing Western leaders, in North America and in Europe, are in lock-step for, is the need to verbally "defend freedom"— Obama also did it,  as did the UK's David Cameron and of course, France's Hollande. it's all the same, condemning the "barbaric" nature of the acts, and more ominously, calling for even tighter restrictions on the populace, and greater powers given to national spy/police agencies to watch those who oppose immigration and multicult policies even closer. Yet, ironically, they yammer about the need to defend Western freedom on one side of their mouths and stress the need for more rules and operations to "keep us safe" on the other. It's not like it's a new thing. It's happened to yours truly, to Don Andrews of the Nationalist Party and to a number of others — and the media totally ignores or plays down these repeated attacks on free speech and those who try to exercise it. Here are a few examples:

Eric Brazau: This most recent case did get one mention — from National Post pundit Christie Blatchford, who opined on it in a column last week. Mr. Brazau received a year in prison for violating a probation order (keeping the peace) as a result of a conviction relating to an 'experiment' he conducted on a Toronto transit vehicle. There he stated loud enough, "I hate Islam." Mr. Brazau made no secret of his intention to provoke. When it got a little too controversial and loud, a passenger hit a safety alarm and Brazau was arrested by Toronto police.


Thomasz Winnicki is a former candidate for Mayor in London, Ontario, who among other Canadians, ran afoul of Richard Warman, an Ottawa-based lawyer who's made a career of hauling racists before courts and human rights commission tyrants. In 2013, after court dates and tribunals that ran from 2015 to 2013 when the Canadian government tried to censor his Internet postings on National Vanguard site, Mr. Winnicki was fined $11,500 and ordered to stop spreading hate over the Internet.

Brad Love: Mr. Love's treatment at the hands of the Establishment is nothing short of tyranny. Years after his conviction in 2002 under Canada’s notorious “hate law” for writing non-threatening letters to public officials criticizing Canada’s immigration mess, Love is still mired in the toils of
repression. In March 2009, Love was arrested by eight armed detectives at a Toronto free speech meeting for sending some information packages to four Toronto Jewish groups. In July 2012, after ten court appearances, requiring travel from Alberta, time off work and loss of wages, Love was sentenced to a further eighteen months in prison, plus a further three-year gag order from writing letters to the media or politicians. He has called his ordeal “an abuse by process.”

Arthur Topham: The man in charge of the Radical Press website has been under the eyes of the system for quite a while now, and fighting court and human rights commission battles in Canada, has still managed to keep his Radical Press site going. He has fought the city of Regina and B'nai B'rith attempts to silence him from commenting. His web page
contains great articles and updates and a petition you can sign to show your support.

Ezra Levant, of Sun Media and the Sun News program The Source, ran afoul of the human rights crowd, and was put through, in his words, "over 900 days" of investigations, interrogations about his past, his political views and writings and according to him, even his religion, and facing tribunal judges, for his anti-Islamic articles that appeared in the now-defunct Western Standard magazine in Canada. Neither Sun Media nor its owners, Quebecor. have fired or suspended Levant, and he continues with his Sun columns, his TV show and is a contributor to Toronto 640 Radio's John Oakley Show. The leftist/liberal media's opinions on him range from gadfly to dangerous hatemonger.

Mark Steyn is a commentator/author who has just published his latest book Lights Out, in which he criticizes the West's "cowardice" for not giving fundamentalist Islamists "what-for." In 2007, he and Maclean's Magazine faced a federal human rights panel for his anti-Islam criticism. The Canadian Human Rights Commission dismissed the complaint in 2008, citing that Mt. Steyn's articles: The CHRC's ruling said of the article that, "the writing is polemical, colorful and emphatic, and was obviously calculated to excite discussion and even offend certain readers, Muslim and non-Muslim alike." In his new book he bemoans Western democracies kowtowing to fundamentalist Islam. He probably wishes that some nation would nuke the growing male state of ISIS and all Muslim radical groups

At present, the last piece of legislation — Section 13 of the Canadian Human Rights Act, which served to censor speech over the Internet and the telephone — was repealed in 2012 by the Harper government. Yet, there are still those crafty ones who will try to formulate and pass an 'anti-hate' law that won't get struck down, in Parliament, or in our Supreme Court. It's going to be an interesting year in Canada, if Harper's Tories can shove through legislation to make the laws already in existence even tougher by the time of October's national elections. Let's not forget that it was Harper's government and those before him, Liberal and Conservative, right back to Trudeau's smashing of immigration restrictions and the tyranny of imposed multiculturalism that led to the criticism that kept multicult and open immigration going.

The bottom line is this: all "anti-hate" legislation needs to be repealed — in the Criminal Code, civil codes and wherever Canadian law censors any expression of free speech, especially those Code sections that recommend prosecution of "any speech likely to promote hate against an identifiable group." Freedom of speech means saying things the other guy doesn't want to hear. There is a certain irony that Canada's Jews, who were instrumental in crafting the first "hate laws" through the when commission's recommendations on "hate propaganda" in the mid-sixties later had to take a lot of flak from Arabs and Muslims for their treatment of the Palestinian Arabs. Talk about coming back to bite you in the derriere. The future of all of us, of all races, may hinge on how much we are allowed to exercise what is a right in name only, how far we may go, and most importantly, which groups are exempt from criticism law and just how far our nation will go to oppress those with politically "incorrect" views to speak out and say the things that matter, with words that must be said, without fear of the government's hand throttling our collective voices.
 

Whites need to get really outraged over violent crime


 

Let's face it — you're not safe anywhere. Not in a big city, a small town, a gated community where one of the rich folks' employees may be looking at the silverware, clothes or a family member with criminal intent. And nowadays, it's easier than ever to become a victim of violent crime, especially in the USA. Sure, there's lots of blacks, Latinos and Asians committing a lot of it. But still, 30% of crimes now in the US are being perpetrated by whites. And even with  all the cops, cruisers, helicopters and all the modern technology around used by law enforcement, violent and deadly crime remains North America's number on concern.

The latest-released reports on crime in the US by the Federal Bureau of Investigation paints a grimmer picture in 2013 than the previous year. According to its Uniform Crime Report, 14,196 people were murdered across the nation, with 79,770 reported rapes occurring. Over 62% of reported violent crime were aggravated assaults (724,149). At present, the US has only five percent of the world's population, but has twenty-five percent of the world's prisoners. As expected, states with large nonwhite populations — including Texas, Louisiana, Alabama, Arizona and Alaska, account for the highest numbers.

Where's the outrage? It's on TV all the time but not on the major news channels like CNN or Fox News — but on the local news, and on documentary specials — there's even a specialty channel available in Canada and the US,  Investigation Discovery, whose entire schedule consists of documentary crime shows broken down by type such as its hit series Deadly Women, Web Of Lies, Internet predators, Fatal Vows, spousal killings, Behind Mansion Walls, murder of and among the rich, Villains, truly depraved killers and Most Evil, a series that plays like a game where real filthy deeds are rated like movies. There is a show on now  depicting just about every aspect of bloody murder. And there's other shows on networks like OWN Canada like Murder She Solved and Dark Waters of Crime, many of them produced right here in Canada depicting death and mayhem on both sides of the border.

White folks have become amoral or just plain apathetic about the monsters and bastards and feminist-spawned brats among us. We see or hear about a disappeared child, all we can hope is that an Amber Alert has been issued. Our wives, loved ones, children are targeted ever day, every hour, by thieves and perverts. Meth addicts and crack heads kill for the price of a fix  — we shrug. Or cower a little more in our supposedly-safe houses and pray we won't be next.

In 1980 in The Atlantic Monthly, criminologist Edward Wilson espoused the "Broken Windows" theory: In an area of a city where a window is broken and not repaired, more windows get broken. Then comes graffiti and gangs — and bloodshed. Apathy is what starts in a neighborhood where no one pays attention or cares. These days, with so many of these warped killers becoming headlines (Paul Bernardo and Karla Homolka, Soldier/killer Russell Williams, Luka Magnotta, and Asian decapitator Vincent Lee, to name a few of more recent examples), we've become apathetic and blasι about the horror that's out there, everywhere. That's what a no-morals, no rules, no-values race-mixed society brings and nurtures — monsters with no heart, no compassion, and riddled with evil.

White nationalists — especially the young ones— need to get away from the criminal punk image that has been associated with racists for years, and high profile groups like the Klan need to start organizing vigilante groups and neighborhood watches and patrols in high-crime areas. Decoys, much like those used in prostitution stings, need to be deployed. Get more cameras in high crime areas, and forget about using them to catch speeders. Whites need to be proactive on this now, and to support police efforts to find missing people, especially young women who now work late at night and must traverse dangerous, darkly-lit parking lots or working late-night shifts in stores where they are danger every minute. Bouncers or similar staff at bars and clubs have to keep an eye out for trouble makers and be ready to stop it as many bar managers do — with force. And even when female workers go home, there is the added danger of the creep breaking in, unnoticed by uncaring neighbors, and waiting.

In Canada, there are no safe streets. Even in places and situations like schools, religious and youth groups, any place where adults are placed in charge of kids and teens, there is danger. It's not paranoia. It's reality. Parents need to press for greater scrutiny of sex offenders and pedophiles, and for longer sentences to keep them off the streets, and to demand better screening of those applying for jobs as teachers, counselors, youth workers, anywhere where they are allowed to supervise teens and kids.

It's a pretty safe bet that in nations and societies, like the new male ISIS Islamic State, with strict and religious-based laws, criminal violence and murder aren't tolerated much. Sure it's harsh, but compared to here, where killers walk out of courtrooms because of loopholes or because the prosecution or the cops bungled the case, its more desirable to be strict and harsh, to put the rights of the victims before the rights of the twisted who will strike again and again if given the chance.

And finally, let's clamor like anything in Canada and in US states to our political leaders and legislators where capital punishment has been taken off the books, let's bring it back. Instead of feeding and housing killers for "300 years plus life" let's just use the cost of a bullet put these murderous creatures out of all of our misery. The death of any innocent should and must outrage all whites. We need now to get mad enough to press through governments, twitters and emails, and through the major media (who don't give a damn about a lot of nonwhite crime), for harsher sentences, capital punishment, and whatever measures are necessary like patrols and neighborhood vigilance, to curb or discourage the animals among us.

Let's see some anger here, people — starting with lawmakers and the media. White nationalists, let's drop the negative punk image and organize as crime fighters and crime preventers, and work with our communities and the police to stop this madness, now. [ Related Item ]

 

There's [sic] no normal people on TV anymore


 

So, when was the last time you saw any normal people on TV?

Why is it TV just has to offer people in its sitcoms who aren't "morally flawed," — i.e., no morals at all — have some kind of health problem — Mike & Molly's obese lovers, the boozy train-wreck matriarch of CBS' new Mom — crazy old women, the syndicated Raising Hope, just plain evil to the core, Dallas' Ewing family, or blended families that deft sanity ABC's Modern Family has it all — Ed O'Neill as Jay, a near-senior who marries a hot Latina and becomes a step dad to her weird kid, plus, there's a smarmy sneaky yuppie husband whose wife is Jay's daughter riding herd over two teen daughters and a human blank of a son, and a pair of gay guys who adopt a Vietnamese child.

Abnormal is normal now. One of ABC's biggest current  hits, The Middle, should tell us all about this little development. For those who haven't seen it, the series revolves around The Hecks, a family who lives in a small town in Indiana. The mom, Frances, is called "Frankie" and works for a nut-case who runs a used car lot. Dad Mike, who works in a quarry, is about the size of redwood but is totally run by the missus and has no say in the raising of the kids. And what a lot they are: There's "Axl" the oldest, who struts around the house without a shirt barking and whining like the spoiled brat he is and whose only ambition is to make a million at sports. Daughter Sue is so chipper and sweet she makes teeth decay. It's sort of a punishment to all for her having to wear braces. And "Brick" the youngest, a little smirking smart-aleck who has a bad habit of whispering to himself and whose quirks put him at odds with his school mates and his teachers. The kids, like many sitcom characters and plots, try constant deceit, trickery and outright lying to get out of any responsibility or avoid getting caught after getting in trouble. Even the screaming mom Frankie is powerless — neither parent would think of so much as a mean look every time one of them talks back or defies them.  This show is the new century's template for the modern TV family.

It's a pattern that has roots in the earliest sitcoms: From I Love Lucy, the tale of a dippy redhead who marries a Latino band leader and bears a child with him, between trying to wrangle a new dress or a spot in his cabaret show), to shows like Bewitched, where a witch sneakily uses her powers against her husband's wishes, to the Bundys of Fox's Married With Children — a conniving loser shoe salesman married to a conniving lay about wife and their brood, a  hooker-in-training and a horny, constantly scheming son.

The boundaries of sex and sexual innuendo that led to the no-morals portrayal of "normality" got a big boost in the Seventies with Three's Company. the ABC series about a straight man who fakes being gay to snag a bargain roommate apartment deal with two comely girls, right under the nose of two landlords, Stan Roper, who's fending off his wife's advances, and Ralph Furley, a middle-aged man with delusions of swinger.

Let's not leave out the failure family known as the Conners of Roseanne. A self-described 'domestic goddess' screams her way through life with a big lug of a husband, neither of them can hold down a job or run a successful business and their kids, two defiant daughters, Darlene, Sara Gilbert, who's gay in real life, Becky, played by two actresses, Lecy Goranson and Sara Chalke, who still marries a total idiot) and D.J. who's awkward with everybody and hides dad's girlie books while peeking in on girls in various stages of undress. All of them would have spent the last episodes of the series in jail were it not for a million-dollar lottery win.

This year, two hit comedies are nearing the end of their runs. Two and A Half Men, originally centering on a bachelor and a divorced dad raising dad's oafish fat son, evolved into an orgy of plots with stupid conversations, a staple of the modern sitcom and one totally messed up young man. On Big Bang Theory, we are to believe that a group of "superbrains" are obsessed more with comic books and Dungeons and Dragons than in developing normal human relations; one, Sheldon, is an ego-tripping martinet, a second, Leonard, has girl trouble, the third, Wolowitz, had a screaming mom to put up with until he weds a cute blond, and the fourth, Raj, is an East Indian who disses his religion, argues with his parents and strikes out with all the ladies.

The current crop of new shows carries this on. New on the CW TV schedule this season is the dramedy Jane The Virgin. This one concerns a young women who vows to keep chaste until her wedding — until a lab screw-up results in her being artificially inseminated. The new ABC drama How To Get Away With Murder is pretty self- explanatory, and in the now-running Marvel's Agents of SHIELD and the mid-season entry Agent Carter, due to start this winter, an ultra-secret government spook outfit tries to control humans born or given super powers in the hope they can do their dirty work of stopping 'enemies of the state' better then they can.

You don't have to watch Jerry Springer or Survivor or even the not-lamented Honey Boo Boo to realize that freaks rule — hell, the newest incarnation of FX's American Horror Story is subtitled "Freak Show."

For years we've been told that TV is a mirror image of life — a distorted mirror. Lately, trying to find anything close to normal can only rewarded viewing old movies, in which American families at least gave off an image of decency and civility. It is the height of irony that "reality" on TV is offered in shows and people like the women-run hairy dudes of Duck Dynasty or any pack of contestants on Big Brother. The US Supreme Court ruling that shows were to be regarded solely as entertainment, made in the wake of the 1950's game show fixing scandals. It's all dumb and dumber people, ego-maniacs showing off their lack of singing talent or how fast they can move on dance shows or trying to salve their self-ruined careers. No, nothing is "normal" on the Picasso's Mirror that is TV these days. Too many of us are celebrity and sports-soused, more worried over the breakup of a famous marriage than about rising crime, factories closing, free trade, the mayhem caused by multiculturalism and nonwhite crime, and spending billions and killing our sons and daughters in wars on places we have no business being.

Talk about abnormal.

 

 

Halloween should not be nasty

 

I remember being dressed as Zorro as a little kid on Halloween, on a night that was warm. thundering, and filled with lightning — a bolt of which felled a tree on my street in the late fifties and that was the most exciting one I ever had. Yet, Halloween of late, has lost of lot of its fun, replaced by horror, caution and real violence.

Halloween fare in films and TV have been staples for years: Halloween Town, It's the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown, and many other spooky-night films and shows have come, gone and stayed.  John Carpenter and Victor Miller were pretty much nobodies when they created, respectively, the Halloween and Friday The 13th movie franchises. Halloween, which first appeared in 1978, was a gore-fest in which a young man who had spent most of his life in an institution after killing his parents, escaped to wreak havoc on a small Illinois town. In Friday the 13th, a masked killer named Jason returns from the dead to seek vengeance on the camp counselors who caused him to drown.

 

These film series, along with the many chapters and remakes of Nightmare on Elm Street, were among the most successful films ever made, making for their studios billions and creating the disturbing new genre "slasher films" distinguished for their gory excessive violence and repeated killing, which hadn't been seen since Alfred Hitchcock's Psycho in the 1960's. I have a lot of respect for the dead — I believe that the spirits of the departed are among us and that we owe respect to the souls of the departed, and lot of these films in which the dead return as malevolent ghosts, specters and zombies (the latter is especially popular) don't respect the sense of reverence we should accord to those who have passed into the next realm. Following soon on TV in the steps of the recent hit series Dexter will be "I-Zombie" scheduled for midseason on The CW network. This one, like Dexter, is about someone fighting crime in their own nasty way — in this case, by eating the brains of the dead and absorbing their knowledge.

A lot of us over the years have been desensitized to evil. It starts off small, in the relatively tame horror films like Dracula, the early versions, where even then, evil is portrayed as being seductive and, with the exception of maybe Blacula in the 1970's the man-monster is always European. In
1960, Psycho and its many sequels up to its current TV spinoff Bates Motel, pushed the envelope with its famous shower murder scene — to this day, still one of the goriest depictions of killing in film history. Later came Tobe Hooper's The Night That Dreaded Sundown, the Texas Chainsaw Massacre films and their reboots, the many torture/death trap Saw films, and Rob Zombie's disgusting remakes of Halloween. On TV, there's been Buffy and Angel, Supernatural, the current Hannibal on NBC, Fox's Sleepy Hollow and The Following, and many of the police procedural dramas like CSI and Criminal Minds, not to mention the recreations of horrific brutality on reality-based documentaries like Deadly Intent, Murder She Solved and Born To Kill on channels like Investigation Discovery and OWN.

Monsters and killers are the targets of comedy and parody: Dracula's been played for laughs in the films Love at First Bite and Dead and Loving It . In the first Night Stalker series starring Darren McGavin, there was an element of comedy as reporter Karl Kolchak fought off vampires, dead people and wolf-men.

Halloween was once a historical festival that had its roots in Gaelic and Celtic-speaking countries, marking the end of harvest season. In Ireland, Scotland and Wales, the practice of "mumming and guising, "going door-to-door in costumes and singing, as far back as the 16th century, was the forerunner of trick-or-treat. Its folklore and traditions traveled to North America and for years, was commemorated as part of European history by the wearing of costumes. bobbing for apples at parties, and kids trick-or-treating. But as violence increased in the media in the fifties and sixties, so did the sickos all over the place who spiked Halloween candy with pins and razor blades. Now parents keep watch over young tykes every October 31 and check all the treats when they arrive home.

Thanks to the media, Halloween isn't celebrated totally in fun as it was before, but is exploited everywhere to sell not just monster and superhero costumes but also gratuitous, horrible and senseless violence. The newest offering in theatres is the prequel of The Conjuring, Annabelle. The very fact that we have to keep a special eye out for kids on October 31 and the lingering sickness of too many real neighborhood creeps encouraged to hurt kids after watching so much gory film TV and yes, video games, has destroyed any sense of history and any sense of fun we used to associate with Halloween.

That's sad and shameful for all of us. Anyway, I hope you all have a happy and safe Halloween.

 

 

Racists vindicated on Hollywood's “evil” propaganda

 

I told you so.

Have you looked at any of the product on TV's new fall primetime schedules? What we've been saying about it — and about the media for years now — is true.

Norman Lear is one of TV's most successful creator-producers. He defined the American white racist as the ignorant, loud, bellicose and close-minded bigot Archie Bunker in All in the Family and Archie Bunker's Place and its spinoffs like The Jeffersons and Maude, along with interpreting black Americans and black families in such hits as Good Times. On that show, a near-down-and-out Afro-American family were just like white Ozzie and Harriet Nelson. The kids always could count on the family to pull together in time of need or trouble, and, you'd hardly know the Evans family lived in a 'hood plagued with crime, drugs and gangs. Now here's the kicker:


Lear recently admitted to the media that his shows were all con jobs, that he didn't think much of blacks in real life though his series tried to lampoon them through a liberal's eye; when Good Times ended its run, an article in the American Thinker revealed that the cast left "with a sense of shame."

Larry David, who has been responsible for the hit cable series Curb Your Enthusiasm, Clear History, and NBC's Seinfeld, has pretty much defined Jews as sort of impatient people who put up with non-Jews and engaged in occasional mischief as their way of coping. The Seinfeld finale found its cast going to jail as their bad deeds over the years were put on trial.

Whether it's news or entertainment, the messages to us all are carefully managed everywhere, from CBS to ABC, from Fox News to CNN: war against paternal Muslims is good and necessary to our survival; white identity and pretty much all racial identity except for the Jews' is to be criticized, lampooned and fought. Oh yeah, that American society is filled with rotten parents, sex maniacs and murderous perverts, but it's okay to murder in other nations with drones.

It's important for the survival of those in charge of the media to keep peddling America as a beacon of light and justice for the world: in reality, the US has been for decades the birthplace of immorality, irresponsible and dangerous trends and sexual behavior. That's why the tradition-minded fundamentalist Muslims see the US and the West as 'the Great Satan' — the center of all that threatens their religion, their customs and their way of life.

This past Sunday morning on the Toronto  radio show The Motts, its hosts Paul and Carol declared that every one of those fighting for the first male state in 500 years should be killed. That's what it's come to when it comes to discourse on ISIS and Islam now. Can you imagine a white racist organization saying or blogging that one religion's adherents should all be destroyed?

Guys like Norman Lear coming out with his real feelings, now that he's in his 90's and can just sit around counting his millions is lucky his head isn't on a pole with a banner bearing Arabic lettering nearby. ISIS and other Islamic groups have taken full note of the Western Man's infatuation with gory horror and Hannibal Lecter. It's pretty hypocritical to elevate cannibal killers like Lecter, and the masked maniacs of Friday the 13th and Halloween and then to scream about beheadings, as brutal as they are.

Larry David and Norman Lear are but two of those that paved the way for those in charge of the media to distort history, turn killers fictional and real into water-cooler talk, and to pass the guilt-trip on whites and deny us our racial integrity and identity. Here's a few more prominent non-white and Jewish ones keeping the Hollywood engine running full steam:

David Arquette: Actor (Scream), producer (Coquette Productions, Celebrity Name Game and Cougar Town)

Jerry Bruckheimer: Creator/producer, CSI, The Amazing Race,  the films Top Gun and Beverly Hills Cop.

Bruno Heller: Creator/producer of The Mentalist. Producer, Gotham and HBO's  Rome.

Shonda Rhimes: Creator/producer, Gray's Anatomy (with Allen Heinberg), Private Practice (with Mark Gordon) and How To Get Away With Murder (with Ann Kindberg).

Howard Klein, Executive producer, Parks and Recreation
Chuck Lorre: Poroducer, Roseanne, Big Bang Theory, Two and a Half Men, Mike & Molly.
Donald P. Bellisario: Creator/Producer, Mangnum, PI, Airwolf, NCIS
Lorne Michaels: Creator-producer, Saturday Night Live, 30 Rock
Ben Silverman: Producer, Jane the Virgin, The Office, Ugly Betty
James L. Burrows: Producer, The Simpsons, The Tracy Ullman Show,Taxi, Cheers
David Angell: creator-producer, Wings, Frasier
Roseanne Barr and Tom Arnold: Creators/writers/producers, Roseanne, The Jackie Thomas Show, Roseanne (talk show)
Tina Fey: Performer, Saturday Night Live, 30 Rock (creator)


And that's just touching the past few decades. Next time you tape or DVR your favorite show, pause your way through the credits, regardless of the genre — chances are it'll read like a Who's Who of United Jewish Appeal contributors. And whenever you watch shows on services like Netflix or Hulu. remember, they're subject to "kosher" quality control, too. Hulu is co-owned by Disney, Fox and NBC/Universal.

And most importantly,  remember the guilt-tripping/white identity-denying/hedonist-perversion tripe they're peddling everywhere.

 

 

Awards shows: Enough!


You'd be hard pressed to find any group of people more in love with themselves than those working in the entertainment industries. TV, film, music, music videos, you can't get away from them this time of year. I speak of the many, many awards shows, presented live for the most part, where all the beautiful people do the I'm-better-than-you act for us all.

It's the same thing every year, staring with the Red Carpet parade that begins the five-hour wipeout of the schedule of whatever network it's on — this year it's NBC. The men shows up in their tuxedos and the women show up in abominations that look like they were designed and sewn together by the cast of Planet of the Apes — at least that's true of most of the awards shows. The music award shows, in particular, pop and rock awards shows, are a bit of a treat: you can put money on which gown will show the most skin or cleavage. I still can't get over the male rockers dressed up like wedding ushers, which used to be the case with the MTV/Muchmusic Video Awards and the Grammys, both regular and Latino.

Every once in a blue moon, something happens that makes awards shows a bit of a hoot: There was Marlon Brando's snub of his Oscar. A Native American named Sasheen Littlefeather filled in to read a white liberal guilt speech on his behalf. Then, there was the streaker at the Academy Awards in 1974, who ran across the stage, prompting presenter David Niven to quip without missing a beat, “Isn’t it fascinating to think that probably the only laugh that man will ever get in his life is by stripping off and showing his shortcomings?” Given what secret deviltry the effeminate Brit Niven was believed to be engaged in, he's a fine one to beef about the spotlight being taken from him, albeit only momentarily.

Hollywood loves to stroke itself. Given that the Emmys are now three-part deals — the prime time broadcast, the technical awards and the daytime awards for soaps, game and talk shows — it still reflects the snobbish sense of superiority of those in front of and behind the cameras. That elitist attitude has drifted to areas like sports, where mostly-black athletes, engaging in — and getting lots of coverage of — criminal activity that would not merit the first section of the newspapers if whites committed it — or receive in many cases the kind of leniency in the courts. The memories of Mike Tyson's brutality have all but faded from memory; guilt-ridden liberals moan about how tough nonwhite athletes have it, while at the same time trying to feminize competitive sports by trying to get scores thrown out and pushing race-mixing and multiculturalism at the school level.

Over the years, the awards shows have notices a slight dip in audience ratings. It was inevitable when you consider that for at least half a year you can't go a week without one of them airing on broadcast or specialty TV: The Oscars, the Emmys, the Golden Globes, The Tonys, The People's Choice Awards, The Kennedy Center Honors, The Mark Twain Prize, the Country Music Association Awards, the late Dick Clark's American Music Awards, Canada's Genie  and JUNO awards, geez, when does it stop? It's getting clearer and clearer people are getting fed up with them.

Some channels have created their own awards shows: there's the TV Land Awards, which is kind of redundant — all for old 'classic' series — but does give those shows of yesteryear a chance to show off how good Hollywood surgeons can make their now-senior citizen casts look and the ESPY's, run by Disney's ESPN network — hey, a multi-billion dollar athlete's salary is nothing compared to a piece of metallic alloy you can leave to your kids, right?

The awards have made lots of dough for the sports industry, which has gone from overlapping to being melded into the entertainment industry. This year's NHL Awards, aired on CBC, were held in Las Vegas. Ye gods, that town never even had a team, in the National Hockey League or the now-defunct World Hockey Association.

These self-lovers on the Red Carpet are basically caricatures, not unlike the roles they play on screen, not to be imitated, though, how many try to, anyway? It's a pageant of phony men in too-tight tuxes and over-made up starlets in skimpy attire and fading once-bankable  hags trying to convince the world they've "still got the magic."

 

 

No respect for elderly whites on TV

 

One day, we'll all be old. Not just middle-aged, but elderly. How each of us will cope with the new challenges of that time, I can't speculate. But I do hope that it will be nothing like how TV and films portray the elderly.

Dysfunctional families, in scripted TV and 'reality' shows, are a staple of prime time, and have been so for years. Once upon a time, it was dads who were the main target of ridicule; from ever-smiling Robert Young on Father Knows Best where his wife was the smart one and all Young did was beam away at his stupidly-nicknamed kids Princess and Kitten, to the clueless Al Bundy of Married with Children, dads were the butt of the worst and most vicious the jokes and plots.


50's and '60s dads were clueless: Ozzie Nelson sat around while his wife,in real life, Harriet ran the show. On The Brady Bunch and My Three Sons, dads were never stern or yelled. It was a patterned that carried over later on shows like Happy Days, with befuddled businessman Howard Cunningham and Growing Pains, with "cool, hip" psychiatrist dad Jason Seaver, these fathers never raised their voices or furrowed a brow as their kids got that close to getting away with murder week after week.

The 1970's had fatherly types that were dumb as posts; Following in the steps of Norman Lear's consummate bigot Archie Bunker came Fred Sanford, the cantankerous junkyard owner of Sanford and Son. Played by sewer-mouthed comic Redd Foxx, Fred had no time for Jews or Puerto Ricans and was always on the hustle for ill-gotten money. Soon after him came Jack Albertson as Ed Brown, the crotchet white mechanic who shared a garage with Freddie Prinze on Chico and The Man, created by James Komack, who dreamed up the race-mixed Welcome Back Kotter. Like Archie going into business in a bar with a Jew named Murray, Ed softened his bigotry and became pals with Chico.

Now it's the grandparents — once respected in sitcoms, as even envelope-pushing Jews like Norman Lear didn't dare screw their careers or get the heat of thee networks in the late '60s and early '70s. With the demographics of TV now trying to get back the 18-30 crowd away from hand-held devices and Netflix, grandparents are ripe for the dissing. In comedies now, they're always dumb, crazy or crude.

Still playing in syndication is Everybody Loves Raymond, with virtually no people over sixty given any redeemable qualities: One grandmother is manipulative and domineering, her hubby is a loudmouth, coarse boor, and the other set of grandparents totally wacky. As created by star Ray Romano and Phil Rosenthal, there's little love in this Long island clan. Still-syndicated Seinfeld cut up the elderly in their episodes: George's constantly-in-combat parents and Jerry's not-too-bright salesman dad and nagging Mom got no respect, as did a group of seniors who figured heavily in another story, all of whom had some flaw: two crabby loners and a woman who was disfigured were all the butt of jokes.

Here in Canada, you have to wonder how Saskatchewan gas station owner Oscar Leroy managed to run a business for almost 40 years after almost setting it on fire several times before handing it to his son and retiring to his home and his shrewish/town Queen Bee wife on Corner Gas — soon to be a motion picture. Canadian TV has its own history of dissing seniors. One of the most familiar characters here was Relic, the old, crazy salvage operator on the long-running Beachcombers. On another Canadian comedy hit , King of Kensington, featured Helene Winston as grocery store owner Larry King's smother Jewish mother.

Seniors are a more endangered species in North America then [sic] we think: in the real world, a 76-year old Toronto woman was found almost dead and lying in her own bodily waste. The story lasted maybe two days with barely a ripple of outrage.  North American whites seem to have abandoned the sense of respect and the cherishing of the elderly many of us attributed as part of the cultures of Asian peoples. Old people are being assaulted, raped, murdered, robbed and abused by strangers and families with a disgusting frequency. Now, in comedies from Roseanne (where all the elderly aren't just crazy, their drunks and philanderers) to  Raising Hope, where Cloris Leachman plays the totally loopy "Maw Maw", it appears to be open season. And that is one way a race starts to die — by destroying and defecating on its past and those who were part of it.

And that's disgusting. This Thanksgiving, demonstrate some love to our white senior citizens: help them out, invite them to share in your holiday bounty, or just show them some kindness. That's the real white man's way.

And have a happy European Heritage Week; it starts Monday.

 

 

John Ross Taylor's Spirit Never Rests
 


 

In 36 years in politics, I have known many people of many different personalities. In any area of politics, rare is the true believer, someone who will fight and be willing to endure suffering, imprisonment and all manner of vicious vindictiveness for those beliefs. It takes patience, courage and real fortitude to be the kind of person willing to take your most sacredly held and defended beliefs and fight for them to the grave.

John Ross Taylor, born in 1910, and who died on November 6, 1994, was such a man.

I first knew John in 1972, when the first of my political involvements revolved around the Social Credit Party in Ontario and the newly-named off shoot of the anticommunist Edmund Burke Society, The Western Guard. John was a great communicator. Whether he was discussing the Bilderbergers or the Council on Foreign Aid, or giving a speech in his resonant, distinctive voice, John was captivating. He had an encyclopedic knowledge of everything from history to health foods to the history of economics in Canada. Always a perfect gentlemen, he was impeccably dressed in shirt, tie and suit, fedora hat and his ever-present satchel. On first glance, you would not know that he was one of Canadian Zionism's most wanted, and they spared no effort throughout his life to make it as miserable as possible.

During World War II, John Ross Taylor was interred in a Canadian military POW camp as a "Nazi sympathizer". He was friends with Quebec fascist leader Adrien Arcand and in his life, he fulfilled many roles of political activism: He ran as an independent federal candidate for Parliament, as well as for Ontario MPP under the Western Guard banner in an open White Power campaign in 1974. He served as an executive member of Social Credit as well as the EBS/Western Guard and was one of the creators of the Guard's first ideological document, the 44-point Toronto Manifesto (watch this page for it). He was one of the most respected ambassadors of White Nationalist ideology wherever he traveled, and few of our leaders were better-known, loved and respected than John Ross Taylor. He was a loyal White Nationalist and I came to know him as a leader, a mentor, and a great friend.

Perhaps John's greatest attribute was his patience. He always had time to explain a political point and his enthusiasm and energy was astounding, as he refused to allow a leg injury to slow him down; I don't know any man who could barrel down a street as quickly as John could, and he would always be in the thick of things, whether it was a political demonstration, writing articles or clumping along with us in our annual trips to our remote cabin, where he proved he was as handy with a shootin' iron as with the gift of gab.

After John was released from custody after the war, Canada's Zionists kept an eye on him as his fiery, passionate and non-stop exposure of Zionism and Communism and their leaders and many fellow-travelers in Canada carried on long afterwards. He was dubbed as Canada's "High Priest of Hate." For his part, he referred to TV as "the electronic Jew" and bestowed the sobriquet of "The Red Rabbi" to communist-promoter and John Lennon chum Rabbi Abraham Feinberg. He was the first voice of the Western Guard's White Power Phone Message, for which he faced new wrath from Zion when he was imprisoned twice in the 1980's, the latter for violating a kangaroo court Ontario Human Rights Commission order. He was a great articulator, appearing on local Toronto TV shows as well as the cross-Canada syndicated debate shows Cross-Fire and Under Attack.  His energy was unbridled, and he was an unstoppable force for truth, anticommunism and the White Nationalist cause.

His spirit dwells today in all of us who worked with him and respected him as a man and as a leader. John Ross Taylor was a beacon of inspiration to all who knew him as a tireless crusader for racism and an undefeated foe of the forces of darkness who could not silence him. Fourteen years after his physical passing, his star continues to shine.

Rest on, my friend. Your torch is in good hands.

 

 

Jack Layton funeral — the best nationalist show in town

 

It's 3:26 pm in Toronto, Saturday, August 27. As Michael Bloomberg is telling New Yorkers to hunker down for approaching Hurricane Irene, there is excitement also up north, at Roy Thomson Hall, as the funeral of Jack Layton takes on the atmosphere of a 1960's hootenanny, with singing, hand-clapping and selections being played as varied as you can imagine; music from the film Platoon to Van Morrison's "Into The Mystic" to The Youngbloods' peace anthem "Get Together."

Just prior to the service was the procession outside, where Layton's Oriental widow Olivia Chow walked behind his coffin, yet separately ahead of his children. Her face was devoid of emotion. Thousands of Torontonians and more from all over Canada gathered; Those not able to go inside Roy Thomson Hall watched from giant screens outside.

There was reverence, alternating with applause, in celebration of Jack and of nationalism, not the greed-driven free-trade and globalism that is part of business-as-usual with the Tories, neo-Tories and even the Liberals.

It was uncanny. On Friday, I watched much of the procession of thousands from Toronto and beyond paying their respects to Jack Layton at City Hall: Catholics, making the sign of the cross, Sikhs, many with NDP-Orange turbans, Tamils, Buddhists who bowed repeatedly as they prayed, tourists in casual wear and orange "Thank you Jack" shirts. The sight of the flags — the Red Ensign, the flag of Toronto and an additional Canadian flag — was inspiring, and combined with the many thousands of mourners, it was like watching a picture of Canada, with its real people, not the super-well dressed black-suited men and black-dressed ritzy women, but the Canadians Jack Layton made so many speeches in front of in his brief federal party leader's career. We were all reminded of our own mortality, especially myself — I'm only two years younger than he was at death. It was an incredible sight; seeing our maple leaf flag draped on his coffin seemed to bring out the Canadian patriotism and love of land of so many people from so many backgrounds among the common man. It was the best nationalist show in town.

Say what you will about Jack Layton, He was a real Canadian, and the representation of people who visited Toronto City Hall on Friday to pay their respects and to his funeral on Saturday, in a great sense, represented Canada. Though there were many dignitaries in attendance today such as Tony Clement and Jean Chretien, it was the people of Canada who were the "living stars." So many images, so much unexpected emotion and singing and applause at the eulogy.

The service had all the pomp and circumstance a state funeral should: Somber, slow marchers, bagpipers, and reverence. But never have I seen so many people line up, three, four abreast, and rise during the service to applaud the memory of the NDP leader who passed away last week, succumbing to cancer. Never have I seen so many Canadians come to where his body lay in repose, if even for a brief moment, to acknowledge the passing of a Canadian politician, let alone a man who led the NDP for the first time in history, to the role of Opposition in Ottawa.


"Jack re-defined funerals" quipped CP24 commentator Stephen LeDrew. A rather disrespectful comment from a lout like LeDrew, yet given the wake-like nature of it, it had a small ring of truth.

As they loaded the coffin into the Hearse, I thought, chances are good there will never be this kind of sendoff on the day the pasty-faced globe-trotting globalist Stephen Harper makes his final tour. While Harper pushed the globalist agenda, Jack stayed at home, concerned with Canada and Canadians: the poor, the homeless, the disenfranchised. He preferred to be called "Jack" and when he appeared shortly before his death, gaunt and thin, it betrayed the scrappiness of the fighter he was. In a land of capitalists, greed bags and free-trade dogs who have and continue to sell us out, Jack Layton was truly unique.

We shall not see his kind again in our lifetime. Although he supported things that I am four-square against (multiculturalism, gay marriage), I had to admire how he was able to muster, even in death, the worship of the public normally given to pop musicians.

'Bye, Jack. We'll have a nice debate in the next dimension.
 

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