IF Klaus Straeck, president of the Berlin Academy of the Arts, were to have his way, the sculpture pictured on the left would be crated and stowed away in the deepest of caverns, never to make its hideous appearance again, not even at exhibitions dedicated to exposing the horrors of degenerate Nazi art. For according to him, “it is wrong to recognise an artist who created the physical images of Nazi ideology.” This was said in the summer of 2006, when Arno Breker’s works resurfaced on publicly funded display for the first time since World War II.
Upon hearing those words spoken by the venerable Staeck, someone well versed in Spielberg and Wiesel but completely ignorant of Breker would doubtless think that the Schwerin residents were financing an art exhibition depicting oppressed minorities being shoved into…
“The reaches opened up before us and closed behind, as if the forest had stepped leisurely across the water to bar the way for our return. We penetrated deeper and deeper into the heart of darkness. It was very quiet there. At night sometimes the roll of drums sustained faintly, as if hovering in the air high over our heads, till the first break of day. Whether it meant war, peace, or prayer we could not tell. The dawns were heralded by the descent of a chill stillness; the woodcutters slept, their fires burned low; the snapping of a twig would make you start. We were wanderers on a prehistoric earth, on an earth that wore the aspect of an unknown planet. We could have fancied ourselves the first of men taking possession of an accursed inheritance, to be subdued at the cost of profound anguish and of excessive toil. But suddenly, as we struggled round a bend, there would be a glimpse of rush walls, of peaked grass-roofs, a burst of yells, a whirl of black limbs, a mass of hands clapping, of feet stamping, of bodies swaying, of eyes rolling, under the droop of heavy and motionless foliage. The steamer toiled along slowly on the edge of a black and incomprehensible frenzy. The prehistoric man was cursing us, praying to us, welcoming us – who could tell? We were cut off from the comprehension of our surroundings; we glided past like phantoms, wondering and secretly appalled, as sane men would be before an enthusiastic outbreak in a madhouse. We could not understand because we were too far and could not remember, because we were travelling in the night of first ages, of those ages that are gone, leaving hardly a sign – and no memories.
The earth seemed unearthly. We are accustomed to look upon the shackled form of a conquered monster, but there – there you could look at a thing monstrous and free.”
Read the full entry »Joel Stein of the L.A. Times wrote a very brazen and revelatory article not too long ago on who runs Hollywood. Yes, Jews run Hollywood, yet “only 22% of Americans now believe ‘the movie and television industries are pretty much run by Jews,’” down from nearly 50% in 1964 simply because that’s “how dumb America has gotten.” Stein goes on to list all of Hollywood’s studio chiefs and then reveals that they’re all Jewish. In fact, “the Jews are so dominant,” he writes, that he “had to scour the trades to come up with six Gentiles in high positions at entertainment companies.” But when he called them to “talk about their incredible advancement, five of them refused to talk to [him], apparently out of fear of insulting Jews,” while the sixth turned out to be Jewish. So the next time you try to convert an ignorant, brainwashed goy who won’t believe anything unless he’s heard about it from the mainstream media, give him a link to Stein’s article. On second thought, you’d just be wasting your time, because the strongest reaction you’d get out of one of these psychologically sterilised automatons would be a shrug of the shoulders.
Read the full entry »Last Thursday morning, during a House Armed Services Committee meeting, Affirmative Action beneficiary and U.S. Reprensentative Hank Johnson demonstrated why every single predominantly Negroid region in the world is rife with corruption, savagery and squalor. After desperately trying to figure out the antonym of “wide” for about five minutes and ultimately settling for “least widest”, Hank Johnson, in all earnestness, asked Robert Willard, commander of the U.S. fleet in the Pacific, if the island of Guam will not “capsize” due to the fresh influx of American troops.
Marxist propagandists have been quick to label this display of sheer retardation as nothing more than a “gaffe” and a “miscue”. It would seem that they’ve also told Johnson exactly what to say in his own defense, for I’ve every reason to doubt that this cerebrally impoverished fellow could possibly understand terms such as “metaphor”, “infrastructure”, “adverse” and “fragile ecosystem”–all of which are to…
In his epic novel War and Peace, Leo Tolstoy warns young men to “never marry” until they’ve done all there is to do in life. He likens married men to “chained convicts” who have lost “all freedom” and whose lives consist of nothing but “drawing rooms, gossip, balls, vanity, and triviality”. A married man “knows nothing” and is “fit for nothing”, for he must devote himself to satisfying the whims of his wife, who, as a woman, is inherently “selfish, vain, stupid, trivial in everything”. So was Tolstoy also working for the Marxists and writing propaganda aimed at destroying the European family? Of course not. Tolstoy’s impassioned warning only indicates that feminism was the product of “Teutonic-Christian stupidity”, as Schopenhauer eloquently puts it in his treatise On Women, and not some Marxist conspiracy. Yes, the radical feminism which appeared in the 20th century was an exclusively Marxist affair, and the screech of feminism would certainly have never reached such ear-grating highs in the absence of Marxists, but then there wouldn’t have even been a screech at all if it weren’t for the foolishness of European men and their culture of romance, gallantry and woman veneration.
Read the full entry »Marxists screech incessantly that race is a social construct and that the concept of inferior and superior races originated in 19th-century Europe. They also insist that beauty is relative and that the Aryan aesthetic is revered by today’s world only because it’s being forced on the world via the “Western” media (which, nota bene, Marxists control). According to them, the world was colour blind before evil proto-Nazis like Arthur Gobineau, Vacher de Lapouge and Johann Gottfried Herder began espousing racist doctrine. That, of course, is a complete lie, and medieval Persian texts prove it. 1000 years ago, Persians viewed Negroes as (and I quote from the texts below) “beasts among mankind” who “do not differ from animals in anything except the fact that their hands have been lifted from the earth.” They are “terrifying and ugly…with thick, hanging lips and pitch-coloured skin”, “noses flared like a buffalo’s nose”, and “have foul body odor or foul breath”. Some “eat each other” and “in their wars they eat the flesh of their enemy and most of them go naked, with no clothes.” To top it off, Persians were “repelled by the sight of a black man embracing a white woman” and considered “a woman touched by a black man” to be “soiled and defiled”. Texts like these are one of the reasons Marxists are dumbing down society with such zeal. An illiterate society is a malleable, obedient society–a blank slate–a veritable goylem.
Read the full entry »Franz Liszt and Frédéric Chopin were friends, but naturally they were also rivals. More often than not, however, their rivalry was good natured. For a time, both of them lived in Paris, and during those days musical soirées were often held in the private apartments of aristocrats. During one such soirée, Liszt and Chopin decided to engage in some hearty merrymaking. Chopin was to play one of his nocturnes, but before he began playing he asked the hostess to dim the lights in order to set the mood and create an atmosphere in which the nocturne could be most appreciated. She did so, and nothing could be seen in the salon and nothing could be heard, except for the melancholy beauty of Chopin’s composition. Liszt had positioned himself near the piano before the lights had been dimmed, and now that it was thoroughly dark he replaced Chopin at the piano in such a way that there wasn’t a break in the music. When the nocturne concluded and the lights came back on, everyone was astonished to find Liszt sitting at the piano and Chopin standing beside it. Both composers bowed to a great round of applause, and Liszt declared: “Liszt has played like Chopin, now let Chopin play like Liszt!” This was a playful jab at Chopin, who could never really play as bombastically and vivaciously as Liszt due to his precarious health. Liszt, on the other hand, always admired Chopin’s poignant and delicate touch. Such was their good-natured rivalry, back when Europeans still dictated the culture and mores of Europe.
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