Rabbi Ovadia Yosef while delving into the Torah Sage’s Source of Wisdom
Goyim were born only to serve us. Without that, they have no place in the world — only to serve the People of Israel. Why are gentiles needed? They will work, they will plough, they will reap. We will sit like an Effendi and eat. That is why gentiles were created!
Rabbi Ovadia Yosef, head of Shas Council of Torah Sages, during a sermon delivered Oct. 2010 in Jerusalem
My name is Michael Colhaze III. Or, if that sounds too grand, make it the 3rd. I am a grandson of the mythical essayist Michael Colhaze, a vertical man who once collaborated with the even more mythical and vertical man-of-letters Kevin MacDonald, editor of The Occidental Observer, the latter one of the last bastions of Unfettered Speech and Objective Erudition, not to mention Honest Dissent, in the then still Free World. Which came to an abrupt end when Christendom and the White Race collapsed for want of a backbone, and its adherents and members were subjugated rather deservingly to a life of snivelling servitude.
Here a few facts. Since the razing of every Christian sanctuary, Notre Dame de Paris and the Milan Dome included, and the destruction of every Art Museum and its contents because those were so shockingly out of step with the divine body of Talmudic teachings, all that’s left of our once great culture is the Vatican in Rome. One reason appears to be the Papal Bank of the Holy Spirit, owned since six hundred years by the Rothschild Brothers. The other because the present Pope, Benedict XVIII and a grandson of Benedict XVI, gets handcuffed to St. Peter’s throne for six hours every day as a living example and warning for gaping Yeshiva students, to the effect of what can happen when a spiritual leader oozes and snivels and appeases about, looses himself and his top brass in pointless doctrinal peanuts, and hasn’t any guts left to put up a fight and defend our glorious Christian European culture, the only reliable foundation for Christ’s Message of Love and Compassion.
I used to be a professor for advanced photography at the Humboldt University of Berlin, Germany, but since its definite closure in AD 2045, namely to the day exactly of Germany’s capitulation one hundred years ago, and together with the Universities of Berkeley, Princeton, Yale, Oxford, Cambridge and the Sorbonne, have I been engaged in various functions, one indeed rather exalted. Unfortunately, and due to an accident which nearly cost me my life, am I at present working, ploughing and reaping like everybody else.
To be more precise, I’m reaping cotton in the Upper Nile Delta, part of Egypt Province of Greater Israel. Conditions are dire, with swarms of mosquitoes and plenty of crocodiles lurking in the river’s many side arms. Hence Camp Croc, the name of our farm. The beasts are property of LevyValentino of Milan, get harvested if more than three years old, and are made eventually into the world’s finest shoes and bags. They are also the reason why there isn’t a military presence at our camp, because whoever tried to escape until now didn’t get very far. My co-slaves are mainly from Europe, with Spaniards the largest contingent. This because it was never forgotten or forgiven that Spain had revoked the infamous Hate Laws as unconstitutional, on the grounds that people couldn’t simply be sent to jail because they dared to doubt some highly improbable historical episodes. Then there is one ex-BNP member from formerly Great Britain, a constable who miraculously escaped show trial and liquidation after Archduke Miliband III of Herzlya had established himself as the country’s new Oliver Cromwell and turned Parliament Building into a Jerusalem Yeshiva Dependency to amuse his ultra-orthodox chieftains. A fact only marginally less regrettable than the fate of Capitol Hill, once a proud hallmark of the former US and its democratic achievements, but now a derelict gambling casino-cum-cathouse operated by a Las Vegas outfit called Rahmemmanuel Corp. Which brings me to my two American co-slaves, one Ronald and one Richard. Ronald is a diminutive gay caught in flagranti after a jealous lover’s tip to the Torah Guardians. He escaped the death sentence and consequent removal of his essential organs, mandatory for homosexual intercourse among slaves, only because his fellow bugger was a distant cousin of Ben Bernanke III, head of the Federal Reserve, the present ruling body of the former US and its only political institution. As for Richard, he is a master stonemason from Chicago who was stupid enough to keep his grandfather’s Colt ’45 as a kind of nostalgic heirloom in a kitchen drawer. Until his aberrant wife, during an erotic fling with the wife of an impotent kosher chicken manufacturer, spilled the secret while getting high on first-rate crack from a sophisticated factory in an ex-kibbutz on the Golan heights. For a slave to own a handgun is of course punishable with death and the removal of your essential organs. But since WASPs are diminishing at a frightful rate, it is understood that this could endanger the sacred Effendiness of the Torah Sages and their followers, and might even lead to the horrible situation where the latter could be forced to plough, sow and reap themselves. Which was the reason why Richard, who is young and powerfully built, didn’t receive the customary slug in the neck but a ticket to the Nile delta. The whole outrage has been important enough to merit a notice in The New York Times, the continent’s last independent newspaper. Which has shrunken, for lack of readers and because of the rigorous ultra-orthodox rabbinical censure, to a size not bigger than a former paperback, with three pages except for the Sabbath edition which runs a cultural feuilleton and thus elevates the total number of pages to three and a half.
The only positive aspect of my present predicament is our camp commander, one Col. (ret.) Moshe Moisevich, ex-Mossad and once section chief for Third World operations called Brothel, Nightclub and Casino Surveillance, all with the aim to earmark corrupt politicians for a spot of blackmail. But since the Third World inhabitants, just like those of the Islamic world, weren’t deemed the top-of-the-pop in terms of working, ploughing and reaping, ACSP (Aerial Carpeting Sterilization Program) has been applied some time ago and caused a slow but rigorous de-population, which in turn made Moshe’s job redundant. He is a secular Jew, another rapidly diminishing tribe, and perceived by the Ultras nearly as worthless as the Goyim slaves themselves. Hence his posting to this hellhole. Which is the reason why he sometimes, and when in his cups, curses his father and grandfather, the latter a Russian immigrant, to hell and back. Because, says he, it was them who didn’t realize in time that Israel’s socio-political situation was spelling disaster, namely insofar that a secular Israeli couple had rarely more than one child, if at all, while Rabbi Ovadia’s Haredim had thirteen or more. Well, we know the rest. Someone forgot ACSP, and now it’s too late. Moshe loves his can of beer, plenty of those in fact, which is the reason why we have nicknamed him Lagerkommandant. Lager means camp in German and beer in English, and is therefore a pun. He is on the whole a rather decent fellow, without rancour or giving himself airs, and loves his dog Toby like the children he never had.
Toby
Now let me tell you why I’ve ended up in Camp Croc in the first place.
It all began in Berlin. After the closure of my university I found a job as dishwasher, but soon someone remembered my acumen in advanced mega-pixel photography and its applications, particularly of how to beautify an ugly face convincingly. A new career was offered, and I accepted gladly since the general situation worsened at an appalling pace, meaning that our once constitutional rights were revoked one by one until none was left. You may ask why on earth I’ve done nothing to counteract this terrible development, like joining the Knights Templars, or one of the secret brotherhoods sponsored by Russia’s Vladimir III. But you know how it is: one always hopes for the better, even if it gets always worse. That apart, I’m not a born hero, and the decision between speaking up and being caught or keeping silent and getting on was an easy one. Today I know of course better, namely that I should have done something, even at the risk of my life. But that’s yesterday’s snow, as we say in Germany, and long since gone.
One day I was called to the High Rabbinical Court of Torah Sages, where it expired that the Exalted Effendi for All Germany, political arm of Europe’s Chief Rabbi, needed beautified photographs of himself since he was stunted, squint-eyed and saddled with an inherited black hat that kept slipping over his ears, nose and sidelocks. To tell you the truth, my efforts were so phenomenally successful that I was flown to Jerusalem. Which is now capital of the United Torah Empire and extends across most of the planet except a few Far Eastern countries and Russia, the last bastion of Christian Faith and singular hope that one day this nightmare might come to an end. There is also China, but since the latter’s inhabitants used to skin their dogs alive before eating them, they were overcome, most likely as a divine retaliation, by a particularly lethal Swine Flu mutation which has wiped them out to the last ogre. And which nobody has ever regretted in any way, as far as I know.
In the Holy City I was whisked immediately to the New Temple, an impressive edifice from dried mud and an exact replica of the First Temple, built where once the Golden Dome stood. To tell you the truth, I had a wild hope to come into the presence of the present Torah Sage & Emperor, Rabbi Ovadia Yosef III, great-grandson of the Empire’s spiritual founder, but this didn’t come to pass. I was received by the Grand Vizier instead, who explained to me that my professional aptitude was required for a giant undertaking, namely the reprint of two hundred million Talmud abbreviations for young Yeshiva students, this time with a beautiful cover image of the Torah Sage & Emperor’s great-grandfather pointing an index finger at a passage of his own silver-inlaid Talmud, and subtitled for better understanding: Rabbi Ovadia Yosef while delving into the Torah Sage’s Source of Wisdom.
I had a great choice of photographs, all gleaned from the only two remaining Internet providers, Yewhoo and Shmoogle. As you might have expected, I didn’t disappoint my clients. They approved my work without a second glance, gave me a bag of paper shekels for my efforts, and told me to set the complicated digital printing mechanisms into motion. Which I did. Back in Berlin, I allowed myself a wild weekend in one of the many Yeshiva owned brothels, then calmed down and got back to normal. For half a year nothing particularly important happened. Until one morning before sunrise, when the Torah Guardians kicked down my door, took me by the ears and slapped me into the cooler. On asking why I had been abducted in this uncaring manner, they kicked my teeth in.
To make a long story short, I survived by a hair’s breadth. When the endless grilling, mostly electrical, didn’t produce any results, they flew in a waterboarding specialist, one Alan Dershovitz III, dean for applied interrogation at the Harvard Rabbinical Juridical High School. Who made me dislike a Jacuzzi ever since, but didn’t produce any results either, simply because I hadn’t the faintest idea of what on earth was on their minds. Finally they told me, and showed me, my crime.
Namely a copy of the two hundred million Talmud abbreviations for two hundred million Yeshiva students. Which showed, still with the original subtitle, our most venerable Rabbi Ovadia Yosef not pointing an index finger at his silver-inlaid Talmud, but pushing it up his nose to a truly impressive depth. Poking fun at the preposterous old heel is of course punishable with death and the removal of your essential organs. I swore stone and bone that it hadn’t been me, but most likely some hackers of the clandestine Knight Templars who managed to worm their way into the New Temple’s central computer system and change the original photo to the one on top of this essay. Which they did most cunningly on the day when the abbreviations were going into print. And which in the end my tormentors were forced to believe grudgingly.
Communication between high echelons and low echelons, bureaucratic bigwigs and their underlings, central and outlying outfits, is often slow, scant or completely war-ped, particularly in quasi-tyrannical settings. And especially if some serious decision making is asked for within the latter, since you never know for sure if they pat you on the shoulder or stand you against a wall instead. Thus it came to pass that the two hundred million Talmud abbreviations were distributed, perhaps with a frown or two, but for the rest without a hint of hesitation. And with the result that the two hundred million Yeshiva students didn’t delve into the Torah Sage’s Source of Wisdom, but believed it to be buried up their noses instead. Which became so popular a passion that it took about a year and a half of heavy de-indoctrination to make them drop the habit.
Though proven innocent, they had developed a dislike for me, and I ended up in Camp Croc. Where matters recently took a rather exiting turn. Namely when Moshe our Lagerkommandant called us into his office one day, told us that he’d had enough of this shithole, and if we’d fancy to get out as well. Good God in Heaven, we cried unison, of course we do! Now this is the plan. Soon the first huge motor barge will arrive from Port Said to pick up a contingent of cotton bales. We’ll appropriate the damn thing, feed the ultra-orthodox skipper and his ultra-orthodox crew to the crocs, hit the Port at midnight, make it to the small military airport and sequester one of the ancient Hercules C 130 transport planes, still reliable birds which Moshe knows how to handle. We’ll fill it up to the ears with fuel and fly below the radar screen via ex-Iran into Russia. Where Vladimir III, grandson of Vladimir the Great, continues his grandfather’s intelligent rule, namely to slap his mega crooks into jail instead of pushing billions of taxpayer’s money up their backs. Moshe has still some relatives over there, one a grandaunt in lovely Odessa with a coffee shop just across from the famous Opera house. A place I can only imagine, but which haunts me while sleeping, dreaming or laying wide awake.
Well, that’s all for the moment. Matters can’t be delayed, and we are busy with many different preparations. I’ll let you know how things turned out. If not, you might want to recall a beautiful but rather sad German folksong, written long ago on the eve of World War One …
…and if we sail without return
sing us in Autumn an Amen.
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So what? Did you like this piece of blooming nonsense? Or should I just have said: Who the FUCK you think you are, Ovadia Josef? Have ye no FEAR !?
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Thanks for the picture, Michael – I’ll be laughing all day long! (Does he sell that by the piece or by the pound? In either case, Kosher certification is clearly no problem.)
Hopefully, I’ll be able to stop rolling on the floor long enough to read the accompanying article.
It is said a picture is worth a thousand words.
Hey, pick me a winner, Rabbi! Anyway, I think the old boy is just funnin’ us, I really do. (He is, isn’t he?)
I feel truly honoured as a humble goy to toil in the fields to serve such an eminent nose-picker.
Mr. Colhaze,
Instead of being agitated by his remarks, you could have used this as an opportunity to discuss the ethnocentric and (racialist?) ideas within certain Jewish teachings. The silly story was a waste of time and your ending remarks were over the top. Otherwise, I enjoy your writing. Take this as constructive criticism.
Oh, and remarks like these are an excellent opportunity to show our dear Christian Zionists just how much the Jews appreciate their support.
Sam – one can do both. White people love “funny” (How do you think Jews “got in the door”, in the first place?).
This was funny, and tragic…
Colhaze is not aiming for a decisive analysis of the things that are, but to conjure via his essentially rhetorical writing a cultural resonance consonant with racial consciousness. In short, verisimilitude trumps verity here. Continue on as a picker of nits and you will reveal yourself as a lightweight, with all due respect. Not that you would be a lone and wizened tree standing on a hill in that regard, but indeed merely one scrub amongst the brush. I mean, “Hunter Wallace” was at one point nearly handed a key to the palace gates of Regnery’s WN, LOL.
Wonderful story, Michael. Don’t let the more moderate readers discourage you from this kind of writing. It is not so far-fetched, unfortunately, as these people are madmen. We need this kind of warning, and you have done it very well. Bravo!
Mr. Colhaze,
Your futuristic fiction can be realistic and scary. But I hope not. I am Palestinian and I can see many of the plots that you had depicted in your story are already on the grounds in our daily lives in Palestine. Is there a part II to it? I hope it is more optimistic! Heil to you.
‘Goyim were born only to serve us. Without that, they have no place in the world — only to serve the People of Israel. Why are gentiles needed? They will work, they will plough, they will reap. We will sit like an Effendi and eat. That is why gentiles were created!’
I was wondering were I had heard this before and then it hit me – Martin Luther in ‘The Jews and Their Lies’ from 1543:
‘The Jews are the lords of the world and all the gentiles flock to them…giving the noble princes and lords of Israel all they have, while the Jews curse, spit on and malign the Germans. They say that God is to kill and exterminate all of us Germans through their messiah, so that they can lay their hands on the land, the goods and the government of the whole world…They let us work with the sweat of our brow while they stuff themselves, guzzle and live in luxury from our hard earned goods. With their accursed usury they hold us and our property captive…They are our masters and we their servants.’
Luther has been maligned and denounced by generations of Jewish and Judeophile historians as a vicious anti-Semite for stating, what in the mouth of Rabbi Yosef, is an uncontroversial (albeit embarrassing in the age of the internet) Talmudic doctrine. Rabbi Yosef simply corroborates Luther’s point 470 years after he made it.
Count Anton Arco-Valley – where are you?
Mr. Cohaze – I love you. Unconditionally.
Thank you.
Ciaran
Are you per chance a ravishing young lady? If not, let’s keep it platonic, agreed? which, by the way, is more rewarding in the long run.
Thank you, too.
Mr. Colhaze, are you an admirer of William S. Burroughs? Your enlightened flight of fancy brings to mind Burroughs’ futuristic epic study “Hassan’s Rumpus Room.”
Thank you, Carolyn. Oner never really knows, does one, unless told.
Mr Colhaze – I’m speaking of Agape Love. I love your mind, and spirit. Your satire (prophetic vision?) is simply the best. I still pull up that enchanting tale of the Hitler Snowman, when I am dispirited, and want a giggle.
Platonic Agape it is. My hubby would kill me it I alluded to any other kind of love. He operates heavy machinery, among other things. Don’t want to create any sort of messy scene….. ;}
ciaran
I’m glad to hear that you are loyal to your man and happily married. Its girls like you I think about as I write one of my next humble pieces. ROMANTIC COMMITMENTS is the title, and this is a first peek for you :
“What has struck me always as extraordinary, or absolutely enthralling, is the extent to which we Christian men have gone in the worship of our women. The ease and certainty of how we elevated them to a status of near divinity, knowing full well that all our swords and hellebores and daggers combined stood not the faintest chance against a slight touch of their slim hands, a fleeting kiss from their rosy lips”.
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Very classy. When I meet with close family and friends I try to subtly nudge them in a pro-White direction and provide them with links to sites and articles for that purpose. Tomorrow’s Thanksgiving, the type of gathering where I normally do this kind of thing. I’m sure my family and friends won’t at all be put off when they see this and will take my pro-White message seriously and be eager for even more pro-White site and article recommendations.
Several years ago I read in an insightful article words to this effect: organized Jewry killed the Klan in the civil rights era mostly through humor; by then, the Klan is said to have descended from terrible vengeance mostly down to good ol’ boys with secret handshakes, so this was supposedly easy pickings for clever New Yorkers.
Presumably, it is in this light that admirable youngsters like Alex Kurtagic and Richard Spencer have proposed trying to do the same to PC. Unfortunately, though I admire much of their writing, I have never read anything by either of these two gentlemen that made me laugh aloud, or even come close. Conversely, though I detest what they stand for, I at least occasionally do laugh along with the sort of mainstream comedic Jew gently lampooned by Christian Lander; the Sarah Silverbergs and Jon ‘Stewart’ Leibowitzs of this world.
All of this leads me to think that men like Richard and Alex are just plain old serious like me, or that there is a time for satire in the evolution of a cause, and now is not that time for white nationalism, or that PC, despite its obvious ridiculousness that Richard has frequently pointed out, is curiously resistant to lampoon (indeed at least one speaker at Richard’s recent Mencken conference seems to have hinted at this, from what I can glean online), or some other combination of factors.
But, and now I can finally get to the point, I want to say that Michael’s piece here has finally done it for me. After many years of daily reading of WN pieces on the net, I have at last read one that I find inspiringly funny.
Congratulations, Michael!
PS: Of course, a truly hilarious point of departure, like that rabbinical photograph, can only help.
“Funny” is an excellent weapon. Humour disarms, and relaxes. People think, “Hey! That person can’t be so bad, or scary; he/she’s making me laugh”.
Why don’t we know this? Why don’t we use this brilliant, versatile weapon?
Captainchaos, would you agree with this passage?
“…it was absolutely wrong to make the enemy ridiculous, as the Austrian and German comic papers did. It was absolutely wrong because actual contact with an enemy soldier was bound to arouse an entirely different conviction, and the results were devastating; for now the German soldier, under the direct impression of the enemy’s resistance, felt himself swindled by his propaganda service. His desire to fight, or even to stand firm, was not strengthened, but the opposite occurred. His courage flagged.
By contrast, the war propaganda of the English and Americans was psychologically sound. By representing the Germans to their own people as barbarians and Huns, they prepared the individual soldier for the terrors of war, and thus helped to preserve him from disappointments. After this, the most terrible weapon that was used against him seemed only to confirm what his propagandists had told him; it likewise reinforced his faith in the truth of his government’s assertions, while on the other hand it increased his rage and hatred against the vile enemy.”
Sam Davidson
I disagree. Satire can be a very effective tool if properly handled. Just look at Swift or Mark Twain. Wasn’t it Horace who said : a well-sharpened pen is more dangerous than a thousand swords ?
Sam Davidson @ November 25, 2010 – 11:47 am
Captainchaos, would you agree with this passage?
“…it was absolutely wrong to make the enemy ridiculous, as the Austrian and German comic papers did…”
I don’t about Captainchaos, a poster whose comments are always well worth reading—his name always makes me smile!—but I for one agree with the entire passage. It comes from the famous section on Propaganda in Mein Kampf that also (I think) had much to say about the Big lie, i.e., that the bigger he lie, the more it is likely to be believed—because no one could imagine that anyone would have the chutzpah to make it up.
I’ll hand that to Adolf: he was certainly an acute psychologist.
But it’s not advisable to find anything in Adolf to admire, e.g., his love of children or his flair for art and architecture Even to quote him is becoming impermissible nowadays—except if one wishes to demonstrate what a demon he was.
I quote Hitler all the time. I don’t usually offer his name. I ask my subject what they think of what I just said, the subject usually thinks whatI’ve just said is just wonderful, and really intelligent, and then I spring the Adolf Announcement on ‘em – “You agree with Adolf Hitler!”
Try it. It’s fun. It’s then a good opportunity to push forward, and tell the person that everything they think they know it a lie.
monte @ November 25, 2010 – 12:54 pm
“Sam Davidson: I disagree. Satire can be a very effective tool if properly handled. Just look at Swift or Mark Twain. Wasn’t it Horace who said : a well-sharpened pen is more dangerous than a thousand swords?”
Monte,
You have failed to understand the point Sam Davidson is making. I don’t think he is questioning the efficacy of satire. Nor am I. Satire is fine—in its right place.
But satire is NOT a useful tool in war propaganda. This is one area in which satire can actually be counterproductive. If you were to read the passage from Mein Kampf, I think you would have to agree with it.
What was Hitler saying? This: the English won the propaganda against the Germans in WW1 because they DEMONIZED the Germans. There was NO SATIRE in British propaganda. When the Brits got onto the battlefield, they were burning with hatred against an enemy who had been demonized. The Germans were the ULTIMATE EVIL. This made the Brits fight better. They hated the German enemy and thought him so DANGEROUS that they were willing to go to any lengths to destroy him.
The Germans, on the other hand, used the wrong psychology.
They had BELITTLED the British enemy. They made the British enemy a figure of fun. Consequently, when the Germans met the Brits on the battlefield, they were COMPLACENT and refused to take the Brits seriously. They didn’t HATE the Brits, as they should have, because their satirists had failed to DEMONIZE the Brits. Instead, the Brits had been portrayed as COMIC FIGURES. A huge mistake.
This guaranteed defeat for the Germans and victory for the English.
So Adolf was absolutely right. There is no place for satire in WAR PROPAGANDA.
You need to DEMONIZE the enemy, not TRIVIALIZE him.
Capisce?
Best wishes,
Xanadu
(aka Lasha Darkmoon)
You don’t well support your point by claiming that the British bested the Germans in their armed confrontations in WWI. A cursory review will show that the Germans won handily most of the time. Only the arrival of huge numbers of fresh AMERICAN troops allowed the allies to gain overall victoryon the Western Front.
Xanadu
Propaganda is essentially based on invention and downright lies. It may work for a while, as it has in the Western World for the last fifty years, but eventually will collapse for want of corroboration. Whereas satire, if such, is always based on the irrefutable truth. Just take, and if you permit, my joke of four words only, namely DEAN FOR APPLIED INTERROGATION. Could you think of a more fitting way to denounce the present debasement of one of our formerly finest places of learning?
PS.
Remember what the dormouse said: keep your head.
It’s curious to note that the Germans completely misunderstood the British in WWII especially at Munich a year before the outbreak of war. The only political figure of the 20th century who knew how to deal with ‘perfidious albion’ was de Valera. Lloyd George, who took Wilson to the cleaners at Versailles, described negotiating with him as like trying to pick up mercury with a fork.
Thomist theology with the threat of violence is the way to handle the British.
No one is attacking you, dear Mr Colhaze, or questioning your consummate genius! I have already made it clear that satire is fine. I have the greatest respect for satirists, especially the great Jonathan Swift.
We need good satirists nowadays, and no one can deny that you have a gift for satire and a fine sense of humor. So my comment was was not meant in any way, I assure you, to be a criticism of your article or your superlative genius!
What I said is that SATIRE IS NO USE AS WAR PROPAGANDA.
Satire is fine as in peace time. In war time it is counterproductive. It doesn’t work in war time, because in war theme the enemy needs to be demonized, not trivialized. War time is the time for working up hatred against the enemy. It is NOT the time for cracking jokes and making flippant remarks about the enemy’s weight problems or stupidity or tendency to pick his nose.
Since you are writing satire in peace time—not war time—I cannot see how my comment has the slightest bearing on your work. I wasn’t even referring to your work or making any comment on it.
I was merely reflecting on Hitler’s views on propaganda in Mein Kampf, in answer to points raised by Sam Davidson and Monte.
I wouldn’t worry about the timbre Colhaze’s loyalty if I were you, Sam. He is, after all, a Kraut. If you can’t expect implacable steadfastness from them, then time to stick a fork in it. (Notice I say nothing similar about the English.) He is engaging in, yes, “propaganda” – strumming the strings of the lemmings’ emotional instruments to elicit the desired effect. Hearken to his previous affirmation of his never having consciously doubted the Holyhoax. Then, lo and behold, the whole thing, or much of it, was “invented” according to him. Sly, sly.
“would you agree with this passage?”
The English and American soldiers were shit compared to their German counterparts. Assuming this can be chalked up to divergent modes of propaganda, I cannot agree with the thrust Colhaze’s contention. Also, portraying the enemy as “barbarians” in the style of ‘atrocity’ propaganda is not something that resonates as well with Germans as it does with bourgeois English moralists and their Amerikwan extended-phenotypes, who love nothing more than to feel justified in whipping themselves into a fit of hypocritical ‘moral’ outrage. The Krauts will openly announce themselves as a Master Race, whilst the English content themselves to rule an Empire for their own enrichment as they mouth in mealy fashion democratic platitudes.
But all that is really beside the point. Colhaze is writing (propagandizing) mostly for an American audience. The relevant calculation is what will resonate with them.
I thought it was an excellent hit piece on the Jews. Any attack is a good attack and all attacks are welcome.
Lasha understood the point perfectly.
“…English moralists and their Amerikwan extended-phenotypes, who love nothing more than to feel justified in whipping themselves into a fit of hypocritical ‘moral’ outrage.”
Have some faith in the “English Method” my dear paleo-nazi. First we become philo-semitic, vote Republican, and tell everyone how un-racist we are. Then we’ll hand out small-pox blankets and engineer another HIV virus. You know, typical Anglo-Saxon perfidy.
I understand your point, it is just that it does not interest me. Why? Your point is that Germans should have utilized the propaganda style of the English because this would have made German soldiers more effective fighters. At least I think that is your point; I mean, if you do not actually believe said style of propaganda would have boosted the overall fighting capacity of the German combat forces then it seems a point hardly worth making. It is clear to me that Germany could not have hoped for better fighting men in either war – their potential, for intents and purposes, having been maximized. In both wars German was the class of the field of combat, but that did not matter as she was simply overwhelmed in both instances. There is nothing propaganda could have about the matter.
“Have some faith in the “English Method” my dear paleo-nazi.”
There is a middle way between dilution of the message so as to make it unrecognizable from the truth and actual racial advocacy and unregenerate, explicit Nazism. If there is anything more reviled than Nazism in the West today I would dearly love to read your naming of it. It cannot therefore be effective propaganda, or White advocacy, or whatever one wishes to call it, as it is manifestly repulsive to the vast majority of our race in this day. I speak of it not because I think it will appeal to most, only because I give my true opinion. And I keep one foot on that side of the line not because I think NS is an unalloyed bit of manna from heaven, only because I fear that by the time enough people wake up it will then be too late for half measures. In other words, NS is an ersatz faith for me, as it perhaps is for you. There is some of it I like, but I will not now conceal the fact that I find other portions of it morally vile.
Spectator @ November 26, 2010 – 4:13 pm
You don’t well support your point by claiming that the British bested the Germans in their armed confrontations in WWI. A cursory review will show that the Germans won handily most of the time. Only the arrival of huge numbers of fresh AMERICAN troops allowed the allies to gain overall victoryon the Western Front.
You are absolutely right. I don’t disagree with you. The Germans would have won WW1 but for American intervention.
However, I was simply trying to present Hitler’s viewpoint here, as presented in Mein Kampf.
The point Hitler made was a valid one: that german propagandists, unlike their British counterparts, made a big mistake by belittling and trivializing the enemy instead of demonizing him. Hitler argued that this approach had had a bad effect on the morale of the German troops.
British troops, on the other hand, were fed all sort of lies about the Germans by their British propagandists which motivated British soldiers to fight better.
For example, British soldiers were told that if they were captured and killed by the Germans that they would be cut up and put into PIES which would then be sold in butchers’ shops in Germany!
Don’t you think such a scare story would have an electrifying effect on British soldiers? Of course. Mad angry soldiers make damned good fighters.
Mr. Colhaze – I just read your [above] reply to me, re: your next piece, “Romantic Commitments”. THANK YOU! I can’t wait.
My darling hubby is right here, as well. I’m going to have him read all your pieces. He is deeply Christian. He actually attended seminary, and has done “lay preaching”. He’s a Newbie to White Advocacy….he’s catching up. He sees White Advocacy as the best way of serving God. As do I.
Captainchaos,
My overall point is that we shouldn’t make fun of the enemy. It just stirs them up and fails to convey what a serious mess we’re in. It’s a lose-lose situation.
The purpose of the quote was to make a general illustration of that point. Hitler had understood that German WWI propaganda should have made Germans afraid of the Allies. German propaganda failed and the result was countless strikes and protests. The soldier at the front was doing his duty while Jews were inciting riots back home. (Thus, the Stab-in-the-Back legend.)