The One Hundred Fifty Million Dollar Sock (Part 2)

Michael Colhaze

 Solemn DoSS Inauguration in New York’s fabled  MoMA

I have learned the worst lesson that life can teach – that it makes no sense.
Philip Roth

The shyster’s name was Bernie Goldshtick, and he resided in an opulent office overlooking Central Park. Big in REPHAM (Reparations for mentally disturbed Third Degree Cousins of H. Victims and their suffering Hamsters), he rarely bothered with other assignments anymore. But this case was different. This case, he exclaimed, enraptured after Norman had said his piece and shown the exhibit, dealt with a grandiose landmark of our collective cultural inheritance. A historical watershed, so to say, the very moment when three thousand years of fusty, oppressive, pompous European narrative had met its Waterloo. As he enlarged upon the theme, his pebble eyes misted over with emotion, and he envisaged a room all by itself in the greatest sanctuary of Modern Art, New York’s fabled MoMA. Where a large, diamond-studded frame from massive gold should hold the exhibit, hung against walls of pink velvet, with multi-coloured stroboscope reflectors illuminating the scenery and Rap or Techno Rock  preparing the visitors metaphysically for the great extravagance. Plus, not to forget, some artificially created odour once the original one had faded out.

Continuing in this vein for a while, he began to look visibly exhausted and treated himself, though not his guests, to a line from his office silver salver. Which revived him sufficiently to consider practicalities. Like his slice of the cake, for example. Before they could advance a decent suggestion, he decreed with a hilarious giggle that it had to be fifty percent or nothing, which they found markedly exaggerated. Particularly the Prof, whose idea it had been. This led to a puzzled frown on Bernie’s part. With a cunning expression he wanted to know how much exactly was on their minds as to the enterprise in its entirety. Well, they said, something in the region of five zeros, perhaps even six. And mentioned Damien Hirst’s Rotting Old Shark, commissioned by Charles Saatchi, auctioned by that modern-art-pimp Christie’s for ten million bucks minus VAT, and presently residing in the aforementioned sanctuary, courtesy of Steven A. Cohen.


Whereupon the shyster laughed heartily. And told them that this stunt was mere peanuts if compared to the one he himself had pulled off with his buddy Steven Goldshpiel, a shifty Tinseltown producer who derided the worn-out WASP wops and their withering White World with his obnoxious propaganda movies, while pocketing mountains of dollars for the pleasure. Bernie and Steven and the latter’s elusive mega-buck backers had cooked up the one hundred forty million dollar tag for Drip, Jackson Bollocks’ giant action-art canvas, now properly framed and parked in the MoMa as well. It was, according to Wikipigs, the highest price ever paid in human history for a painting, and this with the sole intent to confound once and for all any traditional notion of artistic value.


The Prof wanted to ask if Bernie had made fifty percent on that one as well, but thought better of it when the other declared grandly that their stunt contained infinitely superior ingredients. Because, as he explained with a lopsided smirk on his feisty face, an oversized splotch-and-blotch chunk by a drunk Methodist punk like Jackson Bollocks was mere dirt under your fingernail if compared to a reeking old sock worn by our greatest literary genius during his most formative years! Therefore, he added with a deep and contented sigh, one hundred fifty million bucks and not a cent less.

When the words had sunk in, old Norman croaked a dumbfounded Oy vey, while the Prof, dazed and speechless, could only nod. Whereupon Bernie cautioned their enthusiasm by demanding a reasonably reliable authentication. After regaining some presence of mind, they assured him sincerely that this particular problem had been thoroughly considered and would be solved without delay.

At the door old Norman touched en passant on the scheme’s staggering expenditure and asked if it might merit a petite participation on Bernie’s part. To which, after earnest introspection with much frowning and mouth-pursing, the shyster finally agreed. He gave them twenty undeclared dollars against thirty percent interest, but this only because a goyim was involved who seemed dumb enough to be honest.

Their spirits unbroken, they set to work on the authentication.

Pink, blonde and blue-eyed Fanny O’Nelly, apparently as pure and spotless as a freshly broken Kleenex, was in fact the model paradigm of Philip Roth’s contaminated angel. Recently the honey of a well-planned honey trap that cruelly caught Senator Eliot Goldspitz with his pinstriped underpants down, her reputation had not suffered at all, but improved in such a way that she could ask by now twice as much as before. Which made her a tricky ingredient of the scheme. But, to the plotters’ great relief, it took only ten minutes to explain the matter, and she accepted not only a twenty percent share in the enterprise, but also offered one thousand dollars as a first contribution without being asked. This, she said, because it would be a great pleasure to pull the old skunk with his nose through the mud. The remark seemed inspired by personal reminiscences, but she refused to enlarge on the matter. As for the scheme as such, her many contacts among the Bagel’s demimonde and its high-powered clientele made her a particularly valuable asset, so much so that it took only a week’s preparation before she could be launched.

Scene of the assault was the sumptuous dwelling of another Hollywood huckster named Stanley Goldbrick, director of unwholesome blockbusters like Flatfoot Banana or Zips wide open. Situated in the lofty part of a skyscraper, with the main hall three floors high and a huge marble staircase leading up to further lodgings, it resembled the saccharine interior of a Walt Disney fairytale castle, though only when unpopulated. Because here elaborate Black Masses were regularly celebrated, complete with a horned High Priest who solemnly ordered a posse of voluptuous virgins to denude themselves in slow motion and then suffer semi-sacrificial subjugation by way of feverish fornication in every possible position, while numerous masked worshippers dressed into hilarious carnival robes looked on in varying stages of salivation.

Their culprit, the Prof and Norman learned with a jubilant heart, was known to never miss a session. When they inquired how Fanny could pinpoint him in the general melee, particularly as everyone wore masks, she told them not to worry. Because her costume would be the perfect temptation, an irresistible bait as it were, and one he could and would not decline. This simply because the mere possibility of an uncontaminated angelic presence continued to haunt him like a ghastly nightmare, no matter if sleeping or awake. Propelled by an obsessive and probably inherited urge, he had to pollute and thus annihilate it, in this way assuring the world and himself that his most significant maxim was still valid.

On the eve of Fanny’s assignment they hired a minibus wide and high enough to safeguard her large golden wings, a delicate halo and the celestial white dress of gossamer fabric which intentionally permitted a hint of tantalizing curves. After arriving at the huckster’s lodgings, they delivered her in the gilded entrance hall to a cheekily grinning Mexican bellhop in a pink g-string, then hunkered nervously for three hours in a plush bar nearby while sipping drinks at prices that could have kept any hardworking drudge afloat for two months.

Finally she came. And even though without halo and one wing badly crumpled and the other missing completely, and her gossamer dress torn to shreds and stained with splashes of 1958 Mouton Rothschild, she seemed in great spirits. Holding a closed hand in front of their astonished eyes, she opened it slowly and revealed a longish sprig of greasy grey-and-black hair. After due consideration, though decidedly less enthusiastic, they finally took heart and asked about… well, the other substance.

Alas, she sighed, no way! Too much jerking upon years long past had left the once steely schmuck as limp as a dead snail, and that without the faintest chance of resurrection, Viagra included. When they looked crestfallen, she told them to cheer up, since DNA was after all DNA, and never mind where it had been prospected.

To be on the safe side, all scientific comparisons were done in three independent laboratories, and the results tallied gloriously and flawlessly, just as she had predicted. They phoned Bernie and delivered the great good news, and he told them with a trembling voice to bring the items and their certificates, then lay low for a few days and leave everything to him.

After a week he called. Back at his opulent office, they learned to their astonishment that the scheme was nearing completion. Bernie had made a deal with the mystified and highly suspicious Larry Goldstein, to the effect that whatever frayed doormats, worn rags, frazzled underpants and dirty old socks the condemned building might divulge, were now his property and that of his associates. As can be imagined, the cost for this transaction was minimal, and when Larry finally found out the terrible truth, he suffered a stroke that impaired his left leg for the rest of his criminal life. Which gave him the air of a much wrinkled Beelzebub with a well-concealed clubfoot, and deservedly so. That apart, and far more important, Bernie and Steven had passed the word to their highly elusive mega-buck sponsors. As expected, all were thrilled by the idea to knock another platinum nail into our coffin for their hated Christian-European heritage. After agreeing rather nonchalantly to cough up the demanded sum, they immediately began to prepare a sensational public hubbub that would be broadcast to the farthest corners of the world.

The grand gala inauguration of the DoSS, or Dirty Old Sock Shrine, as this particular sanctum in the MoMA came to be known, happened as a strictly tribal affair. Not even the servile spongers of the New York Times were on hand, and that with good reason. Because this was an arcane investiture for the illuminated, and not a public gathering with the usual sanctimonious blather to confuse the indoctrinated masses. Here, between the pink velvet walls and under flickering strobes, no alien intruders were permitted. A grandiose party thus, with mountains of caviar, a veritable deluge of champagne and cocaine, and torrents of uncensored chatter peppered with enough malevolent derision to make the wallabies weep.

Of the conspirators none had been invited, not even Norman Goldschmuck. Goyim were out of bounds, naturally, and a bleary old geezer with cheap vodka on his breath would have clearly upset the massive display of moneyed sophistication. As it is, the victims of this cold-hearted attitude couldn’t have cared less. After securing the truly magnificent booty, all three grabbed their loved ones and fled the Big Bagel as if the devil himself was snapping at their heels.

The grand gala evolved according to plan, and it would be futile to dwell upon any particular Goldberg, Goldbloom, Goldfein, Goldfinger, Goldnose, Golddick, or whatever Gold might come to mind. Those present were simply the crème-de-la-crème, tremendously rich, and nothing else. With one exception, namely the fabled potboiler himself. To tell the truth, Bernie Goldshtick and Steven Goldshpiel had been in two minds as to inviting him. The erratic old crank might see the whole thing as a terrible insult to his celebrated literary drivel, and never grasp the wonderfully subversive aspect of it all. Yet after tentatively contacting him, they learned to their surprise that he accepted the invitation, was furthermore prepared to consider the stint as a tangible tribute, and for the rest told them that they mustn’t forget to invite a few contaminated angels whom he could contaminate some more while swallowing caviar and Mouton Rothschild until both were seeping out of his ears.

Thus it came to pass, and once the major investment bankers, the major media moguls and the Mayor himself had said their piece, that he took the rostrum. It had been strategically placed under the near mythical exhibit in its diamond-studded golden frame, and after beholding it for a moment nostalgically, he cleared his throat and opened the discourse with two of his legendary aphorisms.

Life is just a short period of time in which you are alive! Anything can happen to anyone, but it usually doesn’t, except when it does. He held in for a moment with a frown as if trying to recall what exactly could happen, then managed to remember essentials and continued with renewed fervour. Like it happened to me. Because I became a writer instead of a waiter! Even a literary genius, according to the New York Times. And though they never gave me that blasted Nobel shtick, I got at least the Bookers International from those barking mad Brits. He frowned again, shook his head as if still perplexed by this weird and much ridiculed award, and continued his homily slightly less spirited. Now I ask you, why did they give it to me? Everybody looked blank or expectantly; he smirked mischievously and told them. Not because I am a new Dante or Goethe or Melville, so help me God and whoever He may be. No!  They gave it to me because of this!

He pulled a tattered and much dog-eared paperback out of his pocket and held it up. As could be expected, the entire audience stood and applauded frantically. Old Rebecca Singer-Sulzberger, granny to some of the foremost presidential sponsors, went down with the vapours and was carried outside. Another banker-cum-sponsor’s teenage son, high on crack, ecstasy, downers and Pepsi Light, succumbed to a laughing attack and had to be carried outside as well. And an emotionally unstable movie actor and celebrated poof nearly fainted with adoration, but somehow managed to walk to the loo all by himself.

After some more caviar and a few sips of Mouton Rothschild, the great literator put on a pair of Louis Buittón platinum bifocals, opened the worn paperback and read them its most daring, historically most acclaimed and emotionally most moving section.

Then came adolescence — half my waking life spent locked behind the bathroom door, firing my wad down the toilet bowl, or into the soiled clothes in the laundry hamper, or splat up against the medicine-chest mirror, before which I stood in my dropped drawers so I could see how it looked coming out. Or else I was doubled over my flying fist, eyes pressed closed but mouth wide open, to take that sticky sauce of buttermilk and Clorox on my own tongue and teeth – though not infrequently, in my blindness and ecstasy, I got it all in the pompadour, like a blast of Wildroot Cream Oil. Through a world of matted handkerchiefs and crumpled Kleenex and stained pajamas, I moved my raw and swollen penis, perpetually in dread that my loathsomeness would be discovered by someone stealing upon me just as I was in the frenzy of dropping my load. Nevertheless, I was wholly incapable of keeping my paws from my dong once it started the climb up my belly. In the middle of a class I would raise a hand to be excused, rush down the corridor to the lavatory, and with ten or fifteen savage strokes, beat off standing up into a urinal. At the Saturday afternoon movie I would leave my friends to go off to the candy machine – and wind up in a distant balcony seat, squirting my seed into the empty wrapper from a Mounds bar. On an outing of our family association, I once cored an apple, saw to my astonishment (and with the aid of my obsession) what it looked like, and ran off into the woods to fall upon the orifice of the fruit, pretending that the cool and mealy hole was actually between the legs of that mythical being who always called me Big Boy when she pleaded for what no girl in all recorded history had ever had. Oh shove it in me, Big Boy, cried the cored apple that I banged silly on that picnic. Big Boy, Big Boy, oh give me all you’ve got, begged the empty milk bottle that I kept hidden in our storage bin in the basement, to drive wild after school with my vaselined upright. Come, Big Boy, come, screamed the maddened piece of liver that, in my own insanity, I bought one afternoon at a butcher shop and, believe it or not, violated behind a billboard on the way to a bar mitzvah lesson.

As could be expected, this magnificent example of intellectual audacity caused even more enthusiastic applause. People laughed, cried or simply clapped their hands hysterically. Visibly moved, the great man concluded his touching discourse with a few elucidations as to the practical intent and impact of his fabled oeuvre.

Anyone who has looked through my literary output knows that it is about as smutty and smelly as this old sock and as profound as its frazzled hole! He gestured wistfully at the fabulous exhibit. My genius is not to be found in a breathtakingly elegant turn of phrase, or the magnitude of my philosophical penetration, or my sense of social responsibility, or my humaneness in general, or any such highfalutin nonsense. Screw them all, says I, because I haven’t got any and never will. And how could I, with my background and upbringing! Nope! My genius is to have brought about, by way of an utterly obscene and deeply offensive literary assault, a fundamental change in the fusty and oppressive Western moral concepts designed to safeguard traditional sexual constraints. Forget three thousand years of European literature and its grovelling and snivelling adoration for the Angelic White Female! Fuck the Aphrodites, Lauras, Beatrices, Juliets and Ophelias to kingdom come! Rape them whenever you like, jerk off whenever you like, do whatever you like! Be a porn hog unto yourself and the world, and make sure your kids learn it as well early on! Which, needless to say and only between you and me, is the best thing that could ever happen to us particularly! Haw haw!

Riotous applause branded through the newly established sanctuary, Champagne corks cracked lustily, and more caviar was shovelled on silver slavers.

A young heiress with large hams and unsteady eyes brought a bouquet of Amazonian fly-eating orchids, but the great man only yawned and merely managed a tired gesture of his once flying fist. He washed down another pound of caviar with ample Mouton Rothschild directly from the bottle, then muttered, mouth still full, a few words of wisdom that were hardly audible.

Writing turns you into somebody who’s always wrong. The illusion that you may get it right someday is the perversity that draws you on.

When a peroxide blonde in rivers of sapphires and a blue mink stared at him with a shocked expression, he lifted a foot and kicked the rostrum while breaking air noisily. Burping raucously, he wagged a raised middle finger at her and added cantankerously: Old age isn’t a battle, old age is a massacre!

And after a last and rather horrified glance at the dirty old sock, his gaze turned inward and he added an aphorism that was generally interpreted, once he had fortunately decided to cease writing forever, as his personal and particularly brilliant epitaph.

He was no more, freed from being, entering into nowhere without even knowing it. Just as he had feared from the start…

Brilliant perhaps, you may say, yet also demarcating a rather trivial final curtain. Because what it implies is that behind all the smutty, inept and utterly banal scribble hid a deeply rooted fear of entering into nowhere that must have given him plenty of stomach ache during his long and hauntingly vacant life. Not to mention his silent horror at the possibility that there might exist indeed the uncontaminated Angel of Christian – European credence… pure and beautiful and innocent as the freshly driven snow.

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45 Comments to "The One Hundred Fifty Million Dollar Sock (Part 2)"

  1. arthurdecco's Gravatar arthurdecco
    December 5, 2012 - 10:07 pm | Permalink

    @Liz Rogacki: Yup! You’re right, Liz. But how does being right move your argument forward when our media is controlled by our avowed enemies?

  2. arthurdecco's Gravatar arthurdecco
    December 5, 2012 - 10:02 pm | Permalink

    @Fenria: “What a racket!”

    The trouble for guys like you is that you have to be a Jew to be a part of the fraud, And you’re not, Fenria. You don’t qualify.

  3. Bobby's Gravatar Bobby
    November 26, 2012 - 5:09 pm | Permalink

    Goethe once said, “nothing is more frightening, than imagination without taste.” He was thus asserting that even art seems to have some kind of acceptable or tolerable boundries.

  4. Richard's Gravatar Richard
    November 23, 2012 - 4:39 pm | Permalink

    @Heather Blue:

    Hi Heather

    I’m really glad you responded to my comment. It means a lot to me. I’m not sure why, but it does.

    I was concerned that my comment might have been taken in a way that I didn’t intend, and it’s good to see that it wasn’t. At least it doesn’t appear that it was.

    I’m not sure what to write, but I still want to try.

    “I don’t trust Jews and I certainly don’t think we should allow them to tamper with our minds. We listen to them too much. They don’t deserve that kind of attention or respect.”

    I should have been upfront about the fact that I have known very few Jews in “real” life. Well, maybe some were Jewish and I just wasn’t aware. I don’t know.

    “If you are into meditating….why not just pray to God?”

    I don’t really have a formal meditation practice. Maybe I will in the future. It sounds like it can be a great thing.

    If you are suggesting that meditation isn’t compatible with Christianity or praying to God, then I disagree with you. (I’m not assuming that’s what you’re saying.) There seems to be a stereotype that people who meditate are naturally opposed to Christianity, and there might be a lot of truth in that.

    I do believe in God, although I’m not sure who or what exactly God is.

    I have so many thoughts, and it’s often difficult for me to organize them and express them. I’m not great with words or articulating what’s inside my mind. I’m much better than I used to be, but still not great.

    There’s a part of me that would love to write more (in my comment here and in general), and maybe I will.

    Anyway, I hope you and other T.O.O. visitors have a good Thanksgiving weekend.

  5. November 23, 2012 - 12:36 pm | Permalink

    “the small area of Czechoslovakia that Poland took in 1938 was majority Polish, disputed for years, and would have gone to the Germans anyway.”

    The Sudatenland was re-attached to Germany, and was popular with the majority of the population. It was done through negotiations.
    Zaolzie was an area of dispute among Germany, Poland, and Czechoslovakia. By 1938, the area was mostly “Polish”. There is no reliable information on how many ethnic Germans were expelled from this area of as had been the case in other areas of Czechoslovakia.

    The Polish invasion, which happened the same day as the implementation of the Treaty of Munich, was an invasion none-the-less. In my opinion, not challenging the Poles on the invasion only emboldened them and led to their ethnic cleansing of Germans in other areas. I have little doubt that the Poles were being egged on by those involved in the Zionist project, who knew Hitler would not stand by and watch the slaughter of ethnic Germans in pre-Versaille German territories.

  6. Heather Blue's Gravatar Heather Blue
    November 23, 2012 - 12:15 pm | Permalink

    @Richard: I thank you for your comment, Richard, but I don’t trust Jews and I certainly don’t think we should allow them to tamper with our minds. We listen to them too much. They don’t deserve that kind of attention or respect.

    Jews live their lives in a pack controlled by a hierarchy. That’s the God they worship. Their hierarchy-god breaks every one of the Ten Commandments. I don’t think any pack members are going to defect and become a friend. They are not above pretending, but it is for their own purposes. Christ gave them the opportunity to break free and they rejected it.

    If you are into meditating….why not just pray to God? When I have no words of my own I say the Hail Mary or read a prayer book. That, in my opinion, is the wholesome, healthy way of using one’s mind.

    Christ said He came to do the will of the Father. Opposition was certainly part of it. He did not oppose the Romans or the Greeks or anybody except the Jews. He opposed their hierarchy eye ball to eye ball and damned them as the children of the Devil. He took a whip and ran the Money Changers out of the Temple. The Lord wasn’t a wimp like He is often portrayed. He had a healthy temper and didn’t hesitate to use it. Organized Christianity does not oppose the Jews, expresses no anger toward them and would not dream of running them out of Christendom.

    Christ showed us what God’s Will was regarding the Jews and He surely meant for God’s Will to be our will. The will of the people.

  7. November 23, 2012 - 11:34 am | Permalink

    The linked article renders itself irrelevant due to two glaring problems:
    1) It ignores the fact that the German “occupation” stopped at the pre Treaty of Versaille German borders, from which millions of Germans were expelled; and
    2) It starts from the premise that there was a planned “extermination” of the tribe, which, of course, has been demonstrated to be pure fiction.

  8. Karlfried's Gravatar Karlfried
    November 23, 2012 - 8:02 am | Permalink

    I agree with you 100%. —
    I think that the multi-culti-religion ( = dogma = ground-pillar) of the offical USA and Germany of to-day as well as the socalled “modern art” come from the same source, both are giant lies, both act against nature und natural feeling and both will fall very soon, the first of them falling taking the other one with it to the downfall. — One difference between the USA and Germany that I think I have learned is the word “racist”. It seems that this word in the USA is tabooed or seen as an insult. In Germany it is seen more or less as a description. If someone says to me: “You are a racist”, then I agree with him, I am a racist, because I love my race. Many left people see that word as an insult, many normal people see it as a description of the reality. — I like it that some readers give a response to my comments. I also like the Observer. —Also I think, that both of USA and Europe are in the danger to become a brown or black third world country within a few decades. In my town of Frankfurt am Main the change of people (white out, non-white in) is very fast.

  9. Tom's Gravatar Tom
    November 23, 2012 - 7:07 am | Permalink


    You, and I may not like Lucien Freud’s art, but, you can’t deny he is a realist.

    Freud portrays the modern Jew doesn’t he?

    Here’s Freud’s well known self portrait:

  10. Axon's Gravatar Axon
    November 23, 2012 - 6:54 am | Permalink


    “modern” art (=you must have a very special clue to understand and enjoy)

    Really not sure such people enjoy the “art” at all… What they seem to enjoy is endlessly talking about the “art” in a way that makes them feel knowledgeable & ‘cool’ for getting it. It’s all about what the artist was trying to “say” or how the artist shockingly breaks conventions… Ultimately it’s blah, blah, blah, yadder, yadder, yad, blah, blah, blah…. Vain, pretentious words every bit as empty as the gasps of wind that carry the nonsense out of their stupid yapping talk-holes! One suspects such preference for the verbal over the visual is revealing of many things…

    The European tradition is elsewise – it’s aim it to provide such sublime visions of beauty that it stuns the observer into silence – provoking the mind to exalted wonder & perhaps a transitory glimpse of transcendent majesty.

    Some things simply leave nothing to be said.

  11. Lombard's Gravatar Lombard
    November 23, 2012 - 3:41 am | Permalink

    Abstract expressionism was an American ‘post–World War II’ art movement. Any post WW2 movement could hardly be called American. You know a drug dealer will try dilute his product as much as possible before the junkie knows what’s up… but they could only dream of the scam that Jewish Art dealers pulled.

    “Art is the creation in objective form of the spiritual nature of a people”
    Jonathon Bowden

    Well if anyone wants to google ‘Abstract Expressionism’, you’ll get a good look at the current American spiritual nature. It seems White Civilization didn’t end with a Bang, it ended with a scribble.

  12. TabuLa Raza's Gravatar TabuLa Raza
    November 23, 2012 - 12:26 am | Permalink

    HOG- Hebrew Occupational Government

    “They want to HOG everything”

  13. Sandman's Gravatar Sandman
    November 22, 2012 - 9:50 pm | Permalink

    @jeremy jam: The Polish government of the Second Republic wasn’t “facist” as you put it but Nationalist and authoritarian due to the constant threat of the Soviets. And the small area of Czechoslovakia that Poland took in 1938 was majority Polish, disputed for years, and would have gone to the Germans anyway. That’s a far cry from “living and dying by the sword.”

  14. 90404's Gravatar 90404
    November 22, 2012 - 7:28 pm | Permalink

    Many critics considered Lucien Freud, whose “Sock” was used to illustrate the Colhaze essay, to be the greatest modern realist painter.’
    Folks here say ‘the critics be damned’.

  15. Rick Sanchez's Gravatar Rick Sanchez
    November 22, 2012 - 1:57 am | Permalink

    Thank you for this story. I really enjoyed it.

    I hope there will be more in the future.

  16. Karlfried's Gravatar Karlfried
    November 22, 2012 - 12:44 am | Permalink

    The following page has pictures of normal art (=which everyone understands and enjoys) at one side and pictures of the “modern” art (=you must have a very special clue to understand and enjoy) at the other side of the page. This visual part is fine for all readers. —
    In the German language there is an addional funny text about the crap of modern art. Also it is described that the famous Picasso fooled his “modern-art-believing” fans and buyers. —
    The author, born in Hungary, later long years in a near east state, later in Switzerland, is not a German, but he is very close to German culture, he is more or less adopted by his German (and Austrian) readers. He was famous in the 1970ies, he died some years ago.

    Funny thing, the same author, being a conservative man and a sharp watcher of the political situation in Europe, as early as 1978 coined the word: “Bevölkerungs-Schichtwechsel“ (roughly „people-exchange“) in watching the Netherlands importing brown or dark people from their former colonies in very large numbers plus the large biological growth of them. I repeat: In 1978 he made this public! And he predicted the future of the Netherlands rightly! It is a chapter in his book: Paradise for rent.

  17. Tom's Gravatar Tom
    November 21, 2012 - 2:58 pm | Permalink


    Abstract expressionism is the only original American art form, unless you want to consider the English Turner and the French Monet as early abstract expressionists?

  18. Felix's Gravatar Felix
    November 21, 2012 - 2:40 pm | Permalink

    @snapperhead soup:

    Now that wasps are gone, how about JERC? Jewish elite ruling class?

    How about this all-semitic-superior-with-power-elite?

    ASSWIPE for short.

  19. Lombard's Gravatar Lombard
    November 21, 2012 - 12:37 pm | Permalink

    “All of the great abstract expressionist painters with a few exceptions have been Americans of northern European Protestants background i.e. Franz Kline, Willim DeKoonig, Cy Twombly, Jackson Pollock (McCoy), Jasper Johns, Howard Hodgkin, etc. etc.”
    Using this as an advert for NEPs is a little sad. Really just a perfect example of Jews using dumb goy to destroy their own culture for a few sheckles and some nice words.

  20. michael colhaze's Gravatar michael colhaze
    November 21, 2012 - 11:53 am | Permalink

    Heather Blue, please do read TOO’s Mission Statement. And thank you, Robert, for your reply.

  21. Tom's Gravatar Tom
    November 21, 2012 - 11:51 am | Permalink

    @Ignorent Miscegenators:

    No. There are lots of Jews who paint realism & hyper-realism. Lucien Freud, who was Sigmund Freud’s grandson, is a prime example of a jew who painted realism & hyper realism.

    Many critics considered Lucien Freud, whose “Sock” was used to illustrate the Colhaze essay, to be the greatest modern realist painter.

    All of the great abstract expressionist painters with a few exceptions have been Americans of northern European Protestants background i.e. Franz Kline, Willim DeKoonig, Cy Twombly, Jackson Pollock (McCoy), Jasper Johns, Howard Hodgkin, etc. etc.

  22. JPLefi's Gravatar JPLefi
    November 21, 2012 - 11:08 am | Permalink

    This is all very dandy to discuss the “Lost World”.

    And in the meantime the Jews loot your society. And I mean LOOT. Not only that, they laugh all the way to Israel. :)

    While the patient, the previously all-mighty USA, bleeds to death, the cancer cell, Israel, is having a heck of a time. Last I remember is that USA borrowed 30 billion USD to give for “military help” to Israel. That is a cool 6000 USD PER CAPITA in Israel.

    There is no hope there. It is the East, Russia, China, Korea, Japan, countries like the Good Old Persia, who will sort it out. Just ive it time, no worries, the chicken come to roost. All in good time.

  23. Ignorent Miscegenators's Gravatar Ignorent Miscegenators
    November 21, 2012 - 2:04 am | Permalink

    It quite fascinating this Jewish obsession for modern art . Since their belief system forbids the creation of visual art , they have spend much of the later part of the 20th century (musicians aside ) deconstructing our culture using art as a psychological mirror or couch .
    By degrading the education system though MCulti inclusiveness and the banning ‘dead white males’ as intellectual training these Lefist charlatans (and their Jewish philosophical handlers ) essentially took away the analytical, linguistic and cultural framework that would allow the common people to reject it .
    So now we have Lady Galah and Rap and these endless parade of warbling mulattoes who all sound the same . And a TV in every public space . In a nutshell , Low art for a degraded society .
    What do you people think ? Is this an accurate assessment ?

  24. November 21, 2012 - 12:53 am | Permalink

    Now that wasps are gone, how about JERC? Jewish elite ruling class.

  25. Richard's Gravatar Richard
    November 20, 2012 - 9:33 pm | Permalink

    I want to come back and add something to my comment @Richard.

    I’m relatively new to practicing mindfulness.

    (Maybe in some ways I’m not new to it. My point is, I’m definitely not an expert or anything like that.)

    In the past couple weeks I’ve had several experiences of peace and bliss and clarity and love, being in the present moment. Those moments are very short, and I think that is normal for beginners, and maybe even for people who have been practicing mindfulness for a long time.

    Anyway, I wanted to give some background why I’m eager to share the practice of mindfulness with other White people.

    Here is a quote from Jon Kabat-Zinn:

    “Tremendous creativity, imagination, and insight arise out of not knowing, out of stillness, out of being.

    And this is a stillness that doesn’t have any problem with movement. This is a silence that doesn’t have any problem with sound.”

    I think the pro-White movement could benefit from more creativity, imagination, and insight, among other things. And I believe Jon when he says that mindfulness can really help with those things. He’s really good at communicating and making mindfulness accessible to anyone.

    I truly believe that if I can practice mindfulness, then virtually anyone can, too.

    I want to apologize again for being off-topic. I thought this information might help other individuals and maybe Whites as a group.

    Have a good Thanksgiving.

  26. Richard's Gravatar Richard
    November 20, 2012 - 7:38 pm | Permalink

    @Heather Blue:

    Hi Heather

    I think there are probably some good Jews with good intentions (or intentions they believe are good.)

    (And I understand that you weren’t saying that there aren’t any.)

    I’m definitely not trying to stop people from criticizing individual Jews or Jews as a whole; I myself have been critical of them (as individuals and as a whole) here on T.O.O.

    I just wanted to mention that some Jews seem okay to me.

    One of the reasons I’m writing this comment is to share a video featuring a man named Dr. Jon Kabat-Zinn, a Jew.

    He is a professor of medicine at the University of Massachusetts, and he is really good at explaining the basics of mindfulness and why it’s important. Really good in my opinion. He seems sincere and knowledgeable.

    Something inside me tells me that we Whites could benefit very much from the simple practice of mindfulness.

    (This comment is for anyone who is reading it, not merely for Heather. I’m writing it in case it helps others somehow. If it’s not helpful or if it’s inappropriate, then I hope others will forgive me.)

  27. John hearns's Gravatar John hearns
    November 20, 2012 - 6:05 pm | Permalink


    Greetings to you.
    That’s a good one.

    A better translation could be :
    The art gallery’s janitor lady asks: Is this modern art or does it go out in the trash?

  28. Alice Teller's Gravatar Alice Teller
    November 20, 2012 - 4:58 pm | Permalink

    While we tear each other down,the Jewish press mourns the fact that Roth will deprive us all of his genius.

  29. Karlfried's Gravatar Karlfried
    November 20, 2012 - 1:20 pm | Permalink

    I read since some months the Observer. This long story is difficult to understand, my school-english is normal, not extremely good. I think, the contents is: “Modern Art is crap”. I think so, also. And Modern Art will fall together with the Multi-Kulti-Official-Religion, because both come from the same source and both are against normal life of normal people. If we fight against the lying of Modern Art we at the same time fight the Multi-Kulti-Propaganda.
    Greetings from Germany. Somehow the situation of the white people is similar to the USA. We have also our “Heroes of Modern Art”. The most famous is the late Joseph Beuys with his “Fettstuhl”. The joke about the Modern Art: “Die Putzfrau im Museum fragt, auf den Fettstuhl hinzeigend: „Ist das Moderne Kunst oder kann das weg?“ In the German language that is funny. (The cleaning-the-room-woman in a museum asks: “Is this Modern Art or can I do it away?”).

  30. Heather Blue's Gravatar Heather Blue
    November 20, 2012 - 12:00 pm | Permalink

    @HolyHoaxer: Mr. Colhaze has done what Christ did – expose the Jews. In his own unique way, of course. Ha

    Christ said He came to do the will of the Father. Not only did He instruct us in the ways of rightousness, but the Lord exposed the Jews. So does Dr. MacDonald and others in different ways.

  31. HolyHoaxer's Gravatar HolyHoaxer
    November 20, 2012 - 7:22 am | Permalink

    Thanks for this wonderful vision Colhaze . You have given one of the Tribes favorite sons a hazing that is bound to bounce around the internet for a while . Delightful mixture of the suave and the crass . Have knocked $100000 out of Pollocks reputation . Imagine it ! The Philistine’s have to suffer ridicule for their expensive investment !

    This line crystallized much of Modern Jewish Art (MoJA) : ” the usual sanctimonious blather to confuse the indoctrinated masses. ” And how the ignoratii lap it up ! ”

    This essay has a strong hint of T Wolf . Me thinks it should have been the story to have written after Bonfire of the Vanities , from a good sojourn . Though when one reflects on the hysterical and omnipresent propaganda and show trials and hate crime laws put out by the tribe over the last two decades perhaps it is only now with hindsight( and view of their criminal baggage ) someone might be brave enough to have sacrificed there lives for the art or beliefs say like D Irving .

    I see some of the deluded are weighing in with the oped on Poland . I suggest they search of the Essay on The Russian Pogroms and read on with SHAME .

  32. HolyHoaxers's Gravatar HolyHoaxers
    November 20, 2012 - 3:11 am | Permalink

    Thanks for this wonderful vision Colhaze . You have given one of the Tribes favorite sons a hazing that is bound to bounce around the internet for a while . Delightful mixture of the suave and the crass . Have knocked $100000 out of Pollocks reputation . Imagine it ! The Philistine’s have to suffer ridicule for their expensive investment !

    This line crystaled much of Modern Jewish Art (MoJA) : ” the usual sanctimonious blather to confuse the indoctrinated masses. ” And how the ignoratii lap it up ! ”

    This essay has a strong hint of T Wolf . Me thinks it should been the story to have written after Bonfire of the Vanities , from a good sojourn . Though when one reflects on the hysterical and omnipresent propaganda and show trials and hate crime laws put out by the tribe over the last two decades perhaps it is only now with hindsight( and view of their criminal baggage ) someone might be brave enough to have sacrificed there lives for the art or beliefs say like D Irving .

    I see some of the deluded are weighing in with the oped on Poland . I suggest they search of the Essay on The Russian Pogroms and read on with SHAME .

  33. Heather Blue's Gravatar Heather Blue
    November 19, 2012 - 7:51 pm | Permalink

    Mr. Colhaze depicts the Jews for the vermin they are. Not many writers seem able to do that. If only all white people could comprehend the depth of their depravity.

  34. jeremy jam's Gravatar jeremy jam
    November 19, 2012 - 2:39 pm | Permalink

    There is much more to the story of Poland in the WW2 period. The Nation article is interesting but not all that illuminating. For balance, one ought to read Israel Shahak’s “Jewish History” book. Shahak (an Israeli professor Holocaust survivor) explicitly says that the Jewish presence in Europe was the greatest in Poland, and that the contrast between the condition of the Jews, who dominated the Polish cities, and the Poles, who tended to be peasants, was quite dramatic. The Polish Jews, moreover, considered themselves a “state within the state” and were not exactly the “fellow citizens” of the Poles that the Nation makes them out to be. It was a dire affair.
    Then one can read (Jewish Berkeley Professor) Slezkine’s “Jewish Century,” which provides tons of data on the two questions: “How powerful were the European Jews in the fin de ciecle period?” and “How popular were anarchism and communism among the Jewish population of Europe?”
    This is of interest, because in the first half of the 20th century, in much of Europe and the world the words “Jew” and “Communist” were considered almost synonymous. If one goes through the names of the famous communist ringleaders and anarchist regicides of the period, many are indeed Jewish. This is not to say that all Jews were Communist, etc, but to proffer an explanation as to why so many conflated the two groups.

    There are two more critical factors regarding Poland. The first is that just prior to WW2, the Poles had a fascist government. In fact, when the British sold out Czechoslovakia at Munich, the Poles grabbed a piece of the pie! As they say, if you live by the sword you die by the sword; and he who digs somebody else’s grave may himself fall down in the hole.
    The other curios factor in the affair was the historic Catholicism of the Poles. The Church is (or at least used to be) quite explicit on the Jews – they are deicides, the followers of a false religion, damned by their own God, prone to succumbing to Satan’s lies, etc; AND they are NOT to be harmed except in lawful punishment for proven crimes. So, in attacking the Jews, the Poles defied their own Church. Wojtyla (Pope John Paul II), on the other hand, was an exemplar of the Catholic clergy (which, like so many other groups, had its shortcomings in WW2) in the aid he offered the Jews.

    From what I remember, before WW2, Poland was about 60-70% ethnically Polish. At the end of the lunacy, when the dust settled down and Stalin pushed the Polish state to the west, Poland had become one of the most ethnically homogeneous nation-states in the world. A cataclysm had transpired. Tragically, many Jews had been killed. But what people appear to forget is that as many Poles had also fallen. Everyone knows about Hitler’s anti-Semitism. But the Lebensraum doctrine, which predicated the forced depopulation of Poland and western Russia, rarely receives as much attention.

  35. Liz Rogacki's Gravatar Liz Rogacki
    November 19, 2012 - 12:01 pm | Permalink

    to fnn: Connelly is a real moron if he truly believes his own BS, viz. “Kochanski explains Polish hostility to the Jews as a reaction to the supposed Jewish sympathy for Communism”. What a pathetic fool! The good people of Jedwabne had been viciously decimated by the all-Jew administration imposed by the Soviets from October 1939 to June 1941, when the Wehrmacht returned. In any event, Jews have been badmouthing Poland since the 18th century. Their motive is to make a laughing-stock of us, so that no one will take seriouly the fact that the avarice of the Jewish community was the primary driver in the destruction of the Polish Republic. The American Jewish community is now doing the same to white Americans, with the wholesale opprobrium smeared on Southerners – those “stupid inbred hillbillies!!” – being the most egregious exemplar thereof.

  36. norman S's Gravatar norman S
    November 19, 2012 - 11:08 am | Permalink

    Another reason they hated Hitler was he saw most “MODERN” Art as crap.

  37. Tom's Gravatar Tom
    November 19, 2012 - 8:25 am | Permalink

    Currently at the MOMA they are pumping up a Chinese anti-communist-communist & hustler named Ai WeiWei:

    Everytime the hyper realism & realism fans here at TOO get down on abstact expressionism they should think of Lucien Freud & his sock. LOL.

  38. Ragnar Lodbrok's Gravatar Ragnar Lodbrok
    November 18, 2012 - 9:33 pm | Permalink

    Speaking of socks, some say that Obama is just a sock puppet. WE ARE IN BIG TROUBLE. Check out this piece of work nasty foreign communist harlot who runs him (one of those who do):

  39. fnn's Gravatar fnn
    November 18, 2012 - 7:32 pm | Permalink

    Maybe in some distant future someone will be able to honestly study the reasons for the peculiar intensity of 20th Century Polish anti-Semitism:

  40. Marcus's Gravatar Marcus
    November 18, 2012 - 7:15 pm | Permalink

    @Richard Pierce, amen! Note that they’re not giving up though, look at all the movies featuring nerdy Jews bagging gorgeous, healthy shiksas.

  41. Tottori's Gravatar Tottori
    November 18, 2012 - 6:15 pm | Permalink

    To everyone I highly recommend the documentary on YouTube listed under ‘BBC Roger Scruton Why Beauty Matters’. The documentary goes straight into the philosophical core of “what is art?” and critiques the values behind modern art. The lessons learned are important to life as it leads towards increasing human happiness/meaning.
    I just totally avoid the ridiculous modern art (granted some modern art can be good) but I’d rather my home and community not be decorated in that style’s rebellious values. I think it’s important not just to critique the values behind modern art but to go a step further and to stand for something artistically- a tradition. For me, my favorite painting style is the Pre-Raphaelites like John William Waterhouse and Edmund Leighton (I bought ‘J.W. Waterhouse’ by Trippi this morning for my coffee table) and my decoration style is similar to the white house red and green rooms on Google Earth street view (simple practical furniture, and warm happy nature/city/family/dancing pictures). You can assume a lot about a person by their taste in decor because it often reflects their values; my friends that decorate their apartments with rebellious Bob Marley and Warhol posters and sit in ultra modern furniture party pretty hard and have no desire for marriage or being monogamous- I see a pattern lol.

  42. November 18, 2012 - 4:41 pm | Permalink


    Sometimes these art sales also serve as vehicles to launder 100s of millions under the table, or to move money to off shore or tax free accounts.

    The author did not touch this aspect, perhaps a WN who is a financial journalist can write an article on Art Sales and Financial transactions.

  43. Fenria's Gravatar Fenria
    November 18, 2012 - 4:03 pm | Permalink

    Wow, looks as if it’s about time for me to get drunk, roll in the mud, and then roll on a canvas and proceed to sell it for millions of dollars after giving it some existential title like, “The invasion of earth based elements upon the human skin.” What a racket!

  44. Sean's Gravatar Sean
    November 18, 2012 - 2:44 pm | Permalink

    What strikes me about these avant-garde “artists” is they always claim to be asking the question: “What is Art?” The problem is they refuse to take “Not that!” for an answer.

  45. Richard Pierce's Gravatar Richard Pierce
    November 18, 2012 - 2:08 pm | Permalink

    Well it’s not Candide but the 9/11 controlled demolition reference was nice. Perhaps you need to be of the generation that took Roth seriously; the only thing I remember about him was that he wrote an anti-White novel during the height of the Bush administration describing an alternate American history where President Lindberg kept us out of WWII and poor Jews were dragged from East Village tenements and forced to work on White kibbutzim in Fly Over Country, to be forever oppressed by athletic White goyims, rejected by White shiksa beauties, and force-fed country ham.

    This was his tribute to the America just starting to fight Iraq for Israel at the time. Forget the neo-cons, Pat Buchanan might be elected any moment.

    Did the previous generation really take Roth’s masturbation stories as some profound literary accomplishment? Were Whites really so scandalized? Better Roth’s seed goes into his socks than into the WASP women whose “backgrounds” he said he enjoyed “f***ing.”

    If the previous generation hadn’t have told me that Jews were amazing, profound, wise and spiritual leaders of America in no small part to their Holy Holocaust Sacrifice, I would have never guessed.

    Best I can figure is that the Baby Boomers sure loved them some Jew-Tube.

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