From email@example.com Wed Apr 10 14:55:24 PDT 1996 Article: 17016 of alt.politics.nationalism.white Newsgroups: alt.politics.nationalism.white Path: nizkor.almanac.bc.ca!news.island.net!news.bctel.net!imci2!news.internetMCI.com!newsfeed.internetmci.com!howland.reston.ans.net!ix.netcom.com!netcom.com!rsavage From: firstname.lastname@example.org (Rick Savage) Subject: Picking at Scabs Message-ID:
Organization: SFA> http://www.nilenet.com/~tmw/ X-Newsreader: TIN [version 1.2 PL1] Date: Wed, 10 Apr 1996 05:21:16 GMT Lines: 273 Sender: email@example.com PICKING AT SCABS -- Our Judeo-Fiction Heritage "If a man cannot forget, he will never amount to much" --Soren Kierkegaard A recurring theme in Instauration is the judaization of America or words to that effect. I suspect that most of us have some pretty vivid notions of what that means. We could point to Jewish control of the media and finance (and degradation of same), Israeli influence on foreign policy, Holocaust sanctification, the predictable yammering of the ACLU and the ADL and Clinton's cabinet appointments and Supreme Court nominees. More important are Jewish influences that are not just "alien" to us, but infect and transform us so completely we start to exhibit Jewish behavior. Here we could mention hucksterism and fast bucksterism, the mounting rudeness and abrasiveness of daily life, an intolerable increase in conspicuous consumption while taste and restraint are nose-diving, the collapse of ethics, the proliferation of lawsuits and the over-emphasis on groins and loins in popular culture. Jews may have blazed the trails, but all too many of us have followed them, almost oblivious to the fact that the aforementioned trails are anathema to an advanced civilization. Another Jewish trait that permeates American society is the "Never Forget Syndrome." I like to call it picking at scabs. There's a reason why your mother told you to leave your scabs alone. First of all, it isn't polite to pick, your scabs in public. More importantly, if you leave the scabs alone, they eventually fall off. In time, you'll never know a scab used to be there. (Note that Melville's Captain Ahab -- a sorely wounded Gentile who suffered >from the "Never Forget" syndrome -- was named after a Hebrew king.) But no matter how big the scab, if you pick at it, it will never heal -- worse yet, it may become infected. By choosing to pick scabs, the Chosen render themselves as pustulous as they are pushy. And the contagion has spread to the Majority. From Freud to the latest Jewish headshrinker on the nonfiction bestseller list, Jews have achieved fame and fortune by convincing us to pick at every scab -- real or imaginary -- long after the injury -- real or imaginary. There is a two-step process at work here. First you convince 'em they're sick, then you sell 'em the cure! It's an unbeatable combination. The Holocaust survivor is an all-too-familiar figure reaching back 50 years or more into his memory bank and bringing out atrocity after atrocity. Ah, but now the Holocaust survivor has company -- lots of it. And most of it belongs to the Majority. The semitized bestsellers and TV talk shows allow even the most seemingly normal person to major in victimology. We have people claiming to have witnessed hundreds of murders during satanic rituals, though no remains are ever found. Alien abductions are a real problem, but I'm referring to Latino carjacking, rap and murder, not abductions of the "Beam me up, Jose'" variety. The thousand and one shocks the flesh was heir to in Hamlet's time have grown apace. Today we must be up to at least a million and one. But you wouldn't have a clue as to what they are if you stuck to the TV talk shows that specialize in victim/survivors picking their scabs in public: - They called me fatso and hurt my feelings! - My dad never told me he loved me! - My parents use racial slurs when no one else is around. - They said I wasn't pretty enough to make the cheerleading squad. - My mother wouldn't accept my black boyfriend. - My supervisor fondled my buttocks! And the scabs of the fathers are visited upon the sons. Note how we now have not only Holocaust victims but children and grandchildren of Holocaust victims -- perhaps not so surprising considering Yahweh's wrath toward not just evildoers but their offspring. In the year 2025 will we tun in holograph sets and sit among a solemn talk show gathering of great-grandchildren of Auschwitz inmates? Don't bet against it. Multi-generational whining is all the rage. We not only have Alcoholics Anonymous but organizations for the spouses and teenage children of boozers. The gays and lesbians not only have their own organizations, so do their parents and children. One of the sorriest trends in pop psychology is the concept of pain sharing. "I feel your pain," is now the equivalent of "I'm so sorry." This is the height of idiocy. Pain is to be RELIEVED, not shared, just as a disease is to be cured, not spread. Would you want to share someone else's HIV virus or E. coli? Perhaps this trend explains why we haven't quarantined AIDS victims. We want to share their pain. Hard to believe that we used to be a hearty people. Ask yourself if you or anyone you know would even attempt to cross North America in a wagon train. AT the first broken wheel, we would sue the wheelwright. Indian attack? Sue the wagonmaster for not protecting us. Have you ever noticed how that as Gentiles age they start to resemble Jews? As the body ages and loses its tone, it assumes a wizened, shriveled look. Many elderly people are complainers, evoking good old days when they had their health, before they made a lifetime of mistakes of the "If I knew then what I know now" variety. Catholics will literally light a candle rather than curse the darkness but Jews prefer the histrionics of the wailing wall. Curiously, they seem to do so not for the purpose of catharsis but for the perverse joy of wallowing in pain. But Jews aren't the only ones with a wailing wall these days. Have you seen those TV news stories of Vietnam vets at their own wailing wall -- the Vietnam Memorial in Washington, D.C.? Is there anything more pathetic than the sight of a middle-aged white man in fatigues, blubbering away about his war experiences of a quarter century ago. (Note that relatively few blacks are videotaped visiting the wall -- even though it's in the heart of D.C.!) Now I can hear someone objecting that the Vietnam Memorial is just the latest in a long line of war memorials. Not so. A generation after WWII, you didn't see veterans lingering around memorials to their war and bawling their eyes out. You didn't see the mothers of dead soldiers still grieving. Actually, it's not so much that the memorials have changed. WE have changed. Generations ago people got on with their lives. Now we're too busy picking at scabs. Thanks to a student deferment and a high draft lottery number, I was spared the Vietnam experience, so I may not be qualified to pronounce judgment on lachrymose vets. Still, it strikes me their response is not normal. Here I defer to a recently deceased WWII veteran who once described to me the three stages of combat grief: The first time you see a buddy get killed, it's "Oh, my God! My best friend! He's dead!" The second time, it's "Oh, geez, too bad." And the third time, it's "Whew, glad it wasn't me." Throughout the vast charnel house of history -- of wars, famines, plagues, natural disasters and changing neighborhoods -- there's mores than enough heartache to go around. Most cultures provide a specified period of mourning, but in semitized America, we can never forget. (We are, however, constantly advised to deep-six the Old South and the Stars and Bars, even though "Old times there are not forgotten.") Too many of us have become emotionally disabled for life. Note the terms "incest survivor" or "rape survivor" as opposed to "incest victim" or "rape victim." Well, why wouldn't you survive? As brutal and repulsive as these activities may be, they are not usually life-threatening. But the term "survivor" magnifies the seriousness of the wound and the deadliness of the perpetrator. Anything to maximize sympathy. So let's look at the Holocaust afresh. Forget the body count and let the Jews assert that Six Million Jews died in concentration camps. Then let us utter the time-honored words, "So what?" Insensitive? Maybe so, but the next time you're in a crowd, say at a stadium, a shopping mall, a subway concourse at rush hour or a beach on a holiday weekend, take a look at all the people within your field of view. Out of the thousands that you see, every one will feel pain at various stages of his life -- guaranteed! And every one will die -- guaranteed! Black and white, Jew and Gentile, homo and hetero, male and female -- every last one of them. But once the dead have been buried, it's time to abandon funeral dirges and funeral urges. Listen, Hymie, they've made great progress in tattoo removal since you were in that camp. You could at least cover it up with another tattoo, say, a heart with "My Yiddische Momma" emblazoned on it. Whether the body count is 6 or 6,000,000, they've been gone for almost 50 years. So enough of those bladder-buster feature films (Swindler's List is a mere 195 minutes. The Sorrow and the Pity (1970) ran 260 minutes. Shoah (1985) lasted 503 minutes). Of course, all three movies are routinely given four stars by the reviewers. Could any group of people on this planet render abject misery in such wall-to-wall detail? What other group would even try? As time goes by, it becomes all too easy to stockpile resentments and disappointments. Some may be profound, others trivial. But they mount up relentlessly and inevitably. You can't totally ignore them but you can, in the current parlance, "Get a life!" It is not that unusual to find people who operate under dire handicaps yet still remain cheerful and productive. On the other hand, the chronic complainer usually has it no worse than anybody else. All females are victims/survivors to a large degree. They surpass men in rote memory and have an uncanny ability to recall every slight, every insult. Men tend to have more selective memories. Women bruise easier than men -- emotionally as well as physically. They are too thin-skinned, literally and figuratively. Men, with thicker skins (and thicker skulls, I can hear the distaff reader adding) can withstand pain better. But you better not say, "Be a man!" to a male today. That exhortation can get you in big trouble in some circles. The white man, at least if he is of Northern European descent, constantly derided by those of darker hue because he is too restrained, too repressed, too uptight, too anal retentive. (Thank you, Sigmund, what would we do without such colorfully descriptive phrases.) In view of the link between light-colored eyes and hesitation and inhibition, Nordics are constitutionally able to suffer pain in silence. This may be the cause of our greatest failing. Look at how patient we are with the depredations of minorities. Ironically, despite Instauration's exaltation of Nordics, a serious white consciousness movement will probably have brown-eyed foot soldiers! Until recently, we didn't burden others with our tales of woe. The "stiff upper lip" used to denote courage. Now the trembling lower lip is more common, as the worst examples of human wreckage are congratulated for their "courage" when they appear on talk shows and rip apart their old wounds on national television. "Well," gushes the talk show host, "it certainly took COURAGE for you to come on our show and tell us how you were anally raped by inmates for twenty years at Leavenworth." The talk show circuit is heavily semitized, but the damage to Majority sensibilities doesn't stop with this kind of "entertainment." Do you think we would have been treated to so many instant replays of Rodney King getting his comeuppance if the TV networks weren't run by the Chosen? Would the rabble have responded so rabidly if the images in that famous blow-by- blow videotape hadn't been seared into their collective consciousness? If Rodney King had been Shlomo Schwartz, the videotape would still be running. The Jew is an emotional hypochondriac. As he exerts more and more influence over our popular culture, the unique character of his tribe becomes more and more evident. Originally, Woody Allen was going to call "Annie Hall" by another name: "Anhedonia." This is a clinical term for an affliction in which an individual is unable to feel pleasure. A born scab-picker, that Woody! Whatever their accomplishments as scientists, Jews are not known as outstanding naturalists. Too bad, because they could learn something. Snakes shed their skin, birds moult, trees lose their leaves, cells die and are replaced by more dead skin. This is renewal. This is normal. This is life. Note that blisters eventually give way to calluses if friction continues. This is the normal course of events. However, this does not mean that the subject must become callous. The callus is designed to protect the blister from further injury. The callous individual, despite the linguistic similarity, is generally someone who INFLICTS pain in others. His best defense is offensive behavior. Perhaps now we can see the unbridgeable chasm between Christianity and Judaism. Christianity is life. Judaism is death. We can argue forever about whether Christ was a Jew. Either way, his teachings were aimed at Jews -- the people who needed it most. "Look, you Jews, life doesn't have to be like this. There's another way." Perhaps this is the most compelling reason to believe that Christ was not a Jew. If he had been, he would have picked at those Crucifixion wounds and they never would have healed. There is a long tradition of healing in Christianity and paganism. I'm no Biblical scholar, but from what I remember in my readings, healing didn't play a big part in the Old Testament. Gnashing of teeth, rending of garments, beating of breasts, lamentations, and imprecations were common behavior patterns. Of course, in the New Testament, the Jews had a lot to complain about, since they were living under Roman occupation. But since they weren't buying Christ's message, his apostles took it to the Gentiles. Lazarus was literally brought back from the dead; the "live" Jews weren't so lucky. The scales had to fall from Saul's eyes before he saw the light. Then came the Diaspora, when Jews packed their bags and picked their scabs -- and they still haven't stopped. Christianity, when transplanted to pagan cultures, frequently blends with the local beliefs. Judaism and those who espouse it are unassimilable. The normal organism tries to avoid bodily distress. Picking at scabs prolongs bodily distress. It is an unnatural attempt to reverse the out-with-the-old, in-with-the-new process. Worse, it increases the possibility of infection. And infection, if not treated or held in check by a strong immune system, will eventually kill the organism. You have been warned. - Judson Hammond, INSTAURATION, September 1994 Published by Howard Allen Enterprises, Inc. Box 76, Cape Canaveral, FL 32920 Annual Subscription: $35 (third class) $43 (First class) $43 Canada $47 foreign (surface) $66 foreign (air) Single copy price $4, postpaid. Make checks payable to Howard Allen. Florida residents, please add %6 sales tax -- ___________________________ __________________________ | Rick Savage, P.O. Box 5251, Denver, CO 80217-5251 (u)SA | | SFA on WWW: http://www.nilenet.com/~tmw/ | | Melchizedek Vigilance: http://www.tfsksu.net/~gaelic/melvig.html |
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