Use reason.
If that don't work, blag it.
But if THAT fails then - and ONLY then - do you fluke it.
(Note: reason is a tired old norm which will probably fail you given the circumstances we live in today. If you blag it you may get a bit further. But to fluke it you will probably reap maximum results with minimum energy input - try it- it worked well for the British Empire, you know, once upon a time... until they got too good at it, then destroyed themselves)
This blogger currently wears with pride a badge bearing the esteemed status of being "Stateless". It's akin to being "God" because like an invisible spirit you belong neither here nor there, you belong to no country, no nation, you only know that you belong. Somewhere. To the ether. Home for me in the Eurosphere these past eight months have been town parks, various railway stations, vacant plots, city council garden sheds, hostels, waiting rooms, some brief time on the floor of someone's mental recovery "Nanny State" apartment, caravans (a way of life so wicked and enjoyable that I even bought one to live in for a while, it's lying safely locked up and parked away somewhere in the beautiful English Midlands) and NOW I currently rent a room somewhere in LON-DON-TOWN... until Sunday. Then I'm homeless, stateless again. Like God.
But wait! The landlord's still got my deposit heck! Doesn't that make me stinking, filthy rich? A hundred & ninety quid!
And there's more! On Friday me's off with pen, papers and various documents, off to The Crown to fight for... a National Insurance Number darn-it!
Because here in Britain that number entitles you to unemployment benefits and what else. Oh, this poor, overworked and underpaid brain of mine's been puzzling on the rigmaroles, rituals, rigours and routines of Home Office bureaucracy.
What am I?
An asylum seeker? A Brit by quazi-extended ancestry? A product of British Colonialism? A white male bum?
Methinks me'll tell the official on Friday that me's GOD.
And he better bloody-well give us a National Insurance Number.
(to my family and White Nationalist comrades who helped me through these hard times: "THANK YOU and GOD Bless You!"
South Africa: I'm guessing more white folks probably get murdered in front of their TV sets by black savage scum than they die from natural causes. TV's a killer. Another tragic death by TV story over here.
The nicest folks I've met on this island (Britain) apart from the Brits (and the Welsh, hey Denise?) and the Magyars (AND I shall NEVER forget Kennewick Man) are... THE RUMANIANS... hey Soren? Lorah? (ugh me's just an old cynic)
So I'm cycling home down Park Green Tottenham this afternoon after a small mission (bicycle's my preferred mode of transport in this place) when across the road outside a snooker parlour about twenty young urban rats - Turks, Muslims, blacks, a few yobbos... - are having it out on the pavement, thumping and kicking each other, motorists are hooting and there's a helluva Friday afternoon week's end commotion going on (now you know why I don't watch telly or do Hollywood) so naturally I pull over for a bit of free entertainment. After few minutes gawking and a laugh, off I peddle on down the street. Now this is the hilarious part: a few hundred meters on down the road I pass two young female coppers charging on down the street looking all flustered (and quite sexy-looking gals too I might add, one looked just like a young version of Cher but with lots of make-up on) walkie-talkies in hand and me, The Good Citizen "Mister Nobody" of LON-DON-TOWN - any excuse to charm a wimmin for a quickie (especially in these dire straits - JUST like you - I'm in right now) - yells out, "Yeah girls, they're just down there... down there... the fight!" - and off my two svelte sisters charge off, off to go bust up a fight with about twenty-odd street rats heh-heh... I was going to suggest to them they just expose their boobs or drop their brookies, that would divert things, but anyway a minute or so later a male cop in a little sedan went whirring by, presumably as back up.
Omigosh, how times have changed since my cop days. We probably would have just shot them, problem solved.
Here.
(left) Pablo Picasso, La danse: oil on canvas, 215cm x 145cm, 1925.
Around the corner from Pimlico tube station stands Tate Britain, her outer walls still pockmarked from WWII britzkrieg bombings, but inside her womb lie some of the great art treasures of the world. Jonathan, my South African artist buddy who's been in London for a few years already and who has the good sense to own an Annual Visitors Card, swooshed us in and next moment we were in LaLaLand, the wonderful world of art.
Tate Britain, the older of the two Tates, had a Triennale on the go with some interesting installations, videos, sculptures and wallwork but the piece that caught my eye was a large pencil drawing of hyena-type characters devouring strange looking seagulls on a detritus-ridden beach. There were also some shadowy pieces, large graphics on coarse burlap that caught my curiosity. Plus a series of photo-portraits in process-type colours but the two or three floors loaded with artworks from bygone eras were all good. A few hours was not enough but time was running out so off we strolled across the River Thames to see Ma'am Tate's younger sister, The Tate Modern.
Yeah, a nice big minimalist sort of entrance with a huge installation that I didn't want to spend too much time on because I knew that upstairs there were treasures waiting for me, including Picasso's famous (or infamous?) La danse.
Yeah-yeah, saw all the early Abstract Expressionists, a playful and poetic Kandinsky abstract caught my eye, then a disturbing Joseph Beuys installation of sledges lining up to embark into the back of an old German Combi plus supporting sketches, notes and cryptic artifacts, some Mondrians, a few Bacons, a good ol' Jackson Pollock - quite a nice figurative oil painting (I didn't know the swine could even draw!) and then... next to the Pollock... the awesome hideous threesome! La danse!!!
"...and the female of the species is more deadlier than the male..."
But blast it heck I love those girls! Standing there, staring at this great canvas, the thick, gooey industrial cyan paint (Picasso was a bit of a shmuck with his art materials) baubling with caustic, vengeant fervour off the canvas surface through the aging process, ahh... it all came together, I realised just why I'm a junkie for the paint (did you know, some of my favourite paintings - my works - are lying in Helsinki all because I was a sucker for some slob female, that I - like the romantic fool that I am - honoured a commitment to the aforesaid "piece-'o-white-trash" telly-tubby? WTF! NEVER be too honest, especially to a wimmin. It's as bad as being a compulsive liar I tell you, you WILL lose all as a man if you over-commit to love)
Anyway, there's a long and interesting story behind this La danse piece, I'm not going to explain it to you now but if you're a Picassophile you can pick up some of the drift of it in that link above or just do your own research. Ugh clue: Picasso was driven to paint this piece over the death of a mate of his (see the black silhouette face in the background?) and these three girls were involved in old what's-his-name?- Ramon Pitxot's - passing on. You got it - this is Picasso voodoo-cursing the wicked again!
"Oi Jono! Thanks for a GREAT day (and night) with The Tate Sisters man!"
(and a special note to SOME white women - oh, the offspring of Her Highness The Great, Beautiful and Bountiful Ma Nature, wake the *omigosh* up! - your race, YOUR SPECIES is dying heck, start becoming accountable for some of your dumb and irresponsible actions)
In a perfect white world women would be denied the vote because they wouldn't want to vote anyway - preferring to be REAL white women - as opposed to feminazis.
"The girl who silenced the world for 5 minutes" *sob!*
Whether this video is a NWO plant (or not) I know not and nor do I care but looking at the fools that she's talking to it's doubtful if her words will have any meaningful impact on the elitist criminal scum who rule this planet with absolute and total tyranny. It seems like the closer we move towards this New World Order thing (and it is now virtually upon us) the more exacerbated the world's problems become and this largely due to man's unrelenting and acquisitive greed and lust for power, resources and money because enough is never enough. And neither do I take pity upon the poor, snot-nosed and starving Third World masses whose leaders and governments should be answerable to them.
*A-boo!*
What is plain to see is that ever since good white men were shunted out of power, men like Adolf Hitler - YES! - this planet's been on a nosedive towards The Great Big Black Hole of No Hope for Joy. Everybody wants to play Cap'n on the helm but few are qualified to handle the heat or see the stormy seas through the misty windows least of all the scum we see in power today because the behind-the-scenes Jew string-pulllers and puppet-masters have intentionally placed these idiots into power to crumble the nation-states so as to absorb the lot of us into one big mud soup - save for one country - that little bastard/terrorist-state called Israel who sits pretty as protectorate for aforesaid string-pullers who THINK they can control the weather.
*A-boo-hoo!*
So, as we watch the elitist scum destroying Western Civilisation and The White Race, which once had its guiding light in the form of Man perfected in Humanity - through the tale of one Jesus Christ - the world's only hope for salvation for a planet long since gone wrong, you won't find me shedding any tears for this young girl's sentiments because any ordinary bloke who's white would know exactly why this planet's falling to pieces anyway. But many white men have since lost the plot and most white men are gagged, blindfolded and castrated as sacrificial lambs for their New God Othello and if you THINK I waffle on go here or here to see all the little white lambs Satan stuck on the altar for Othello to feed on. Back "home" in South Africa white men would readily die like flies just to keep their Othello happy so that's why I left, at great emotional cost to myself and those, both human and animal, that I love.
*A-boo-hoo-hoo!*
Therefore Marwinsing denotes the above video as a load of propagandistic crap, something you're quite likely to find on an Oprah show and I am being presumptuous because I haven't watched TV or Hollywood nor read a magazine or newspaper cover-to-cover for nearly a decade now, but anyway, I hope you found this little video real cute.
Here's why. The above are nebulous accusations where the accuser pointing the finger is more often than not the guilty one. When whites wake up or become racially aware most of them actually gain a deeper understanding into humanity and how the whole race thing works; when race-realism kicks in all you're really undergoing is a transcending experience into how life really works, which doesn't make you a hater, racist, bigot or anti-semite. But some people will never wake up. Like Carl Niehaus, the flamboyant ANC white impressario. Look what happened to him. He joined the enemy in their "struggle" and when the black ANC came into power in South Africa in 1994 Carl Niehaus became their white race-traitor mascot. Today he's a disgraced man, a professional liar and a deceitful fraud who even defrauded his Satanic Rhema Church. To call this man a traitor is too mild a word. Life tried to teach Carl Niehaus a lesson but he wouldn't listen.
Motlanthe is the current president of South Africa. AA is Affirmative Action, ie: blacks first in queue for jobs. Blacks represent 93% (or more) of South Africa's population and whites 7% (or less), in a country whose unemployment stands at 25, 30, 40% or more? So what chance do whites stand of finding legitimate jobs given these current figures, and given that the president says AA is here to stay? Do the maths, go figure that the chances are about ZERO. Unemployed whites have to DUCK AND DIVE in South Africa to get work, regardless of their qualifications, regardless of the fact that they are generally more intelligent, more skilled, more honest, more capable and more professional. Considering that whites created the jobs, industries, infrastructure and first world civilisation in the first place, based on our European origins - and were subsequently interloped by blacks arriving in our areas to seek work - I think this is an abomination.
Affirmative Action crept into our lives in South Africa during the mid-late eighties and was not much of an issue in its infancy. But with black birth rates increasing and that of whites decreasing, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure that this continuing trend spells catastrophe for white people regarding their employable future in South Africa.
So, to the West, those countries with AA policies already in place, you can expect more or less the same to happen to you. Affirmative Action, Feminism and Immigration Reform are legitimized tools used to genocide whites.
News - South Africa: Motlanthe: AA is here to stay
Affirmative Action takes root in the 1964 Civil Rights movement, around the same time United States Immigration reform laws came into place. Two of the principle proponents involved in the formulating of these Affirmative Action laws were Alan Goldman and Carl Cohen.
Ja-ja-ja squabble-squabble boo-hoo. Found guilty for having an honest opinion. Bishop Williamson's martyrdom will not be held in vain as he joins the growing list of Holocaust revisionists.
So what.
Who's the provoker here? Some beg to differ on the official Holocaust story and they have their reasons. Just like some Jews beg to differ with the official Jesus story. Is The Vatican imprisoning Jews for not believing the Christ figure to be the Messiah? The Jews' condemnation of Christ, their part in the massacring of millions of Christians, doesn't that count? If the Chief Rabbinate wants to cut ties with The Vatican then maybe that's a sign that Jews go live by themselves and Christians go live by themselves, then we'll all be the happier and better off for it.
As much as I detest what has become of much of the Vatican, what it stands for, who controls it, and what a spineless little creature we have in the form of one Pope Benedict, Jew-stooge, thank heavens there are still men of honour and integrity existent in the Roman Catholic Church. And Holocaust revisionist Bishop Richard Williamson is one of them. In Bishop Williamson's own words: “If anti-semitism is bad, it is against the truth. When something is true, it is not bad. I am not interested in the word anti-semitism”. Me neither. I'm interested in why people (including some whites) are anti-white.
(and just reminding you)
"Now listen Barack, you tell the GOYIM that this whole Civil Service Call Up Scam's for The National Good Of The People okay? - oh, and by the way, I got a call from a Larry Sinclair yesterday - do you know him?"
NOW, Protocol No. 2, Chapter 2, says:
2. The administrators, whom we shall choose from among the public, with strict regard to their capacities for servile obedience, will not be persons trained in the arts of government, and will therefore easily become pawns in our game in the hands of men of learning and genius who will be their advisers, specialists bred and reared from early childhood to rule the affairs of the whole world. As is well known to you, these specialists of ours have been drawing to fit them for rule the information they need from our political plans from the lessons of history, from observations made of the events of every moment as it passes. The GOYIM are not guided by practical use of unprejudiced historical observation, but by theoretical routine without any critical regard for consequent results. We need not, therefore, take any account of them - let them amuse themselves until the hour strikes, or live on hopes of new forms of enterprising pastime, or on the memories of all they have enjoyed. For them let that play the principal part which we have persuaded them to accept as the dictates of science (theory). It is with this object in view that we are constantly, by means of our press, arousing a blind confidence in these theories. The intellectuals of the GOYIM will puff themselves up with their knowledges and without any logical verification of them will put into effect all the information available from science, which our AGENTUR specialists have cunningly pieced together for the purpose of educating their minds in the direction we want.
(and yeah, LIKE HELL Neil Armstrong's been to the moon... HA-HA-HA! - tell us another one)
Our Sweet Little Bible-Belters From The Midwest
These white American girls have found their Black Jesus, their New God, in the form of one Barack Obama, Jew stooge. Of course most white women couldn't give a damn about reality, about what the real lowdown is, what's happening to the white race and who's behind all this. And neither do their men - else pictures like this wouldn't exist.
You see, it's all about the Good Samaritan. These white women have found their Saviour, their Good Samaritan, who's going to fix everything that's wrong in their lives and in this world.
But their New Black Messiah has been ushered onto the main stage courtesy the Jew. And the Jew's got some real big surprises coming up for you. Now, in the real Good Samaritan story (see post below) you'll find the true tale and its meaning, so, whilst reading it just keep this picture in the back of your mind.
And be concerned, very concerned.
(excerpted from Douglas Reed's The Controversy of Zion, Chapter 10, "The Man from Galilee", page 66)
The simple truth which Jesus then gave them was abominable heresy to the Pharisees: “Do not ye understand, that what whatsoever entereth in at the mouth goeth into the belly, and is cast out into the draught? But those things which proceed out of the mouth come forth from the heart; and they defile the man. For out of the heart proceed evil thoughts, murders, adulteries, fornications, thefts, false witness, blasphemies: these are the things which defile a man; but to eat with unwashen hands defileth not a man.”
This last remark was another penal offence under the Law and the Pharisees began to gather for the kill. They prepared the famous trick questions: “Then went the Pharisees and took counsel how they might entangle him in his talk.” The two chief questions were, “To whom shall we render tribute?” and “Who then is my neighbour?” A wrong answer to the first would deliver him to punishment by the foreign ruler, Rome. A wrong answer to the second would enable the Pharisees to denounce him to the foreign ruler as an offender against their own Law, and to demand his punishment.
This is the method earlier pictured by Jeremiah and still in use today, in the Twentieth Century. All who have had to do with public debate in our time, know the trick question, carefully prepared beforehand, and the difficulty of answering it on the spur of the moment. Various methods of eluding the trap are known to professional debaters (for instance, to say “No comment,” or to reply with another question). To give a complete answer, instead of resorting to such evasions, and in so doing to avoid the trap of incrimination and yet maintain the principle at stake is one of the most difficult things known to man. It demands the highest qualities of quick-wittedness, presence of mind and clarity of thought. The answers given by Jesus to these two questions remain for all time the models, which mortal man can only hope to emulate.
“Tell us therefore, What thinkest thou? Is it lawful to give tribute unto Caesar, or not?” (the affable tone of honest enquiry can be heard). “But Jesus perceived their wickedness and said, Why tempt ye me, ye hypocrites? … Render unto Caesar the things which are Caesar's; and unto God the things that are God's. When they heard these words, they marvelled, and left him and went their way.”
On the second occasion, “a certain lawyer stood up and tempted him, saying, what shall I do to inherit eternal life?” In his answer Jesus again swept aside the great mass of Levitical Law and restated the two essentials: “Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart … and thy neighbour as thyself.” Then came the baited trap: “And who is my neighbour?”
What mortal man would have given the answer that Jesus gave? No doubt some mortal men, knowing like Jesus that their lives were at stake, would have said what they believed, for martyrs are by no means rare. But Jesus did much more than that; he disarmed his questioner like an expert swordsman who effortlessly sends his opponent's rapier spinning into the air. He was being enticed to declare himself openly; to say that “the heathen” were also “neighbours,” and thus to convict himself of transgressing The Law. In fact he replied in this sense, but in such a way that the interrogator was undone; seldom was a lawyer so confounded.
The Levitical-Pharisaic teaching was that only Judeans were “neighbours,” and of all the outcast heathen they especially abominated the Samaritans (for reasons earlier indicated). The mere touch of a Samaritan was defilement and a major “transgression” (this continues true to the present day). The purpose of the question put to him was to lure Jesus into some statement that would qualify him for the major ban; by choosing the Samaritans, of all peoples, for the purpose of his reply, he displayed an audacity, or genius, that was more than human:
He said that a certain man fell among thieves and was left for dead. Then came “a priest” and “likewise a Levite” (the usual stinging rebuke to those who sought the chance to put him to death), who “passed by on the other side.” Last came “a certain Samaritan,” who bound the man's injuries, took him to an inn, and paid for his care: “which now of these three, thinkest thou, was neighbour unto him that fell among the thieves?”
The lawyer, cornered, could not bring himself to pronounce the defiling name “Samaritan”; he said, “He that showed mercy on him” and thereby joined himself (as he probably realized too late) with the condemnation of those for whom he spoke, such as “the priest” and “the Levite.” “Then said Jesus unto him, Go, and do thou likewise.” In these few words, and without any direct allusion, he made his interrogator destroy, out of his own mouth, the entire racial heresy on which the Law had been raised.
Douglas Reed - The Controversy of Zion 
(highly recommended reading)
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My comments: The above tale does not in any way imply that White Christians "love their neighbour" to their own detriment; or self-sacrifice, self-destruct, miscegenate and commit racial-suicide like under today's ridiculous laws and "politically correct" policies, designed and created by spineless Western leaders, Jews and non-whites to achieve this very end - namely our annihilation for their profit. Therefore all these laws and policies under which we whites are enslaved (hate crimes, thought crimes, non-white favouritism, usury, affirmative action, pro-immigration, curtailing of freedom of speech and expression, non-right to bear arms, egalitarianism, etc) as applied to us by Jews, non-whites and our own traitorous leaders - are a load of crock - and we whites must reject them outright. The Christ figure was right after all and what is written in the above excerpt should make common sense to any reasonably-thinking white person. Otherwise your only other option is Jewish Noahide Law, certain enslavement and death. At the end of the day you will have two choices: to follow the way of Jesus or to follow the way of the Jew. There is no third choice. And those who follow Islam or any other religion or creed will still end up ensnared in the Jew's Noahide Law and the Jew knows this oh too well. Why else would we call these days - these so-called "end-times" - The Age Of The Jew? So make your choice, choose common sense or insanity because there is no third choice. But let us also not forget that God helps those who help themselves.
Jonah'tan... Jonah'tan... where are you?
I seek you here yonder in London town zoo
We sang, we drank, Gentile and Jew
We swung, gulleted our rich golden brew
Remember those days?
Oh how now we've aged?
When we were scallawags
With no place to go to
Both blessed, both cursed
By drink, women and purse
Where did our follies
Lead us astray to?
And here I sit thinking of you
One decade later here in the zoo
Me and my friend Jonah'tan
Gentile and Jew
My Jewish mate Jonah'tan
I still think about you.
