"Dirk Bruere at Neopax" wrote in
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Hail Moscow!

by Joseph Goebbels



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Following the celebration of the ten year anniversary of the Russian
Revolution, three young Berlin communists from the Köpernick district
committed suicide after they had taken a touching farewell from their
comrades. They explained calmly that they had lost faith in the future of
the Internationale.

It is said of Ernst Thälmann, the communist leader, that during the Hamburg
uprising he laid stone drunk in his own vomit. In Berlin-Wedding a few
weeks ago, Ruth Fischer spoke at a meeting of the KPD opposition, calling
for a fight against the Third Internationale. When a representative of the
KPD began to speak he was shouted down by his former comrades and thrown
out the door. The affair ended in a general melee.

The tenth anniversary of the Russian Revolution was recently celebrated in
Moscow. As the honored guests from the entire world who had gathered to
praise Moscow's principles watched, the opposition to the workers' and
peasants' state stormed the gathering and took over the university. The end
of the story: twelve leading Bolshevists, nearly all Jews of the old guard,
were expelled form the Communist Party.

What does this all mean?

Things are becoming clear all over. The smoke of rhetoric is vanishing, and
all that remains is a miserable remnant of fantasies that absolutely no one
confuses with reality. The German proletariat is one hope poorer, perhaps
its last one. Marx's game is over. Nature is in charge once again, and it
has made the eternal laws pitilessly and unmistakably clear: the laws of
personality, struggle and race.

Did things have to turn out this way?

Yes, a thousand times yes.

There was no other possible outcome. We have it prophesied a hundred times.
If the Jews speak, the people must beware. The Jew is rootless, a ferment
of decomposition. Whether he lives as a capitalist or a Bolshevist, his
nature remains the same: Ahasver, the eternal destroyer. His gospel is
chaos, and where he succeeds in fomenting revolution, he rises to the top.
He brought the worker's movement to its present deplorable state: a mixture
of phrases, cowardice, terror and class hatred. What does the cause of the
proletariat have to do with pacifism, protection of the republic, the
elimination of personality and the destruction of national dignity and
honor? Where is it written that utopias, wishes, programs and books rule
the world instead of strength and the facts? Why do you demonstrate here
for the national freedom of the oppressed colonial peoples, yet forget that
Germany is a province of high finance? Why shout "China for the Chinese,"
yet stand by in cowardice as the Jews sell Germany piece by piece and turn
it over to the world dictatorship? You cry "Reaction" when one speaks of a
lost fatherland. You smell treason when one names things by their right
names. You retreat stubbornly and silently to your own troubles, and find
that nothing remains but desperation and suicide.

Do not say that the First, Second or Third Internationale is responsible!
Found a new one, a Fourth! It will betray you just as its three
predecessors did.

The Internationale itself is in error. It is thought out, not lived. The
Jew preaches it to you because it is his last chance to hold power. It has
destroyed nations and peoples. It sets citizen against citizen, destroys
and poisons the community, sows mistrust between the peoples. Above it all
is the triumphant mocking laughter of your enemy, of our enemy: The eternal
Jew!

You stand over hecatombs of corpses. The scent of blood surrounds you.
Children beg, mothers weep, nations perish! What have you gained: Nothing
but chaos, hopeless, hunger and desperation!

It that the way you want things to remain?

Stand up and demand a Germany that belongs to you, one that is free of the
chains of the oppressor. This is the historic mission of the German working
class.

Freedom and prosperity!

This is the war cry against the rotting world of capitalism!

Away with the empty rhetoric! Risk looking cold reality in the face.

Hold out your hand, German working men! The day of freedom is coming, if
only you want it!

Adolf Hitler is showing you the way!

On Fri, 19 Sep 2003 17:44:33 +0000, Dirk Breure wrote:

"Dirk Bruere at Neopax" wrote in
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something or other

What on *earth is all this "asatru" nonsense doing over here anyway?

--
Mark K. Bilbo

"Mark K. Bilbo" wrote in
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On Fri, 19 Sep 2003 17:44:33 +0000, Dirk Breure wrote:

"Dirk Bruere at Neopax" wrote in
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something or other

What on *earth is all this "asatru" nonsense doing over here anyway?


My guess is you're the Sudetenland.



Bertie

Nik wrote in
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Isidor and the Sprit of Nuremberg

The party members from Rosenheim were still filled with their wonderful
experiences at the 1923 German Rally in Nuremberg [a major right-wing
rally]. Shortly before their train left Nuremberg, they burst out with
spontaneous enthusiasm into the National Anthem.

The Jew Isidor Big-Stink-Bomb — with his sunken, blurry eyes and double
chin he was the very image of his race — looked out his compartment window
with every sign of hateful displeasure. The instincts of his nomadic
people, which recognizes no Fatherland, aroused his fury against this flood
of patriotic enthusiasm.


"Germany, Germany above all what does that mean?" he grunted. "It’s all
nonsense!"


Filled with devilish hatred, his contorted face spat toward the singing
S.A. men beneath him, just missing Hauser-Toni and Kuchler-Ludwig.


Both were made speechless for a moment by this tremendous rudeness. Still,
an old Nazi never takes too long to solve the important questions of the
day, so Hauser-Toni lifted Kuchler up to the train window and then climbed
up after him.
With a quick glance, the two noble souls agreed on what to do.


First, the genuine Bavarian chap made sure that the Jew would not be able
to spit for the remainder of the action. Given the physical roundness of
the Hebrew, a ball game then began, following precise rules. It does not
need to be said that Big-Stink-Bomb took the role of the ball as the game
proceeded down the train’s corridor. He did attempt to come up with a few
weak excuses as he found himself unexpectedly facing the Hun from Upper
Bavaria.


But the task of a ball is not to talk, but to fly through the air. Toni
gave him a powerful kick on the rump, sending him toward Kuchler-Ludwig at
a speed of 129 kilometers an hour. He sent him another half dozen meters
down the corridor in the same manner, where Toni, who had hurried along
ahead of him, took his turn. Then it was Kuchler’s turn again. This
pleasant alternation continued until the Yid had rolled through three
express cars.


His howling kept those on the platform aware of his progress. They had been
talking about the Jew’s disgraceful behavior. They needed only hold out
their arms as Hauser and Kuchler gave into their forceful demands to have
the Hebrew sent their way.


Modern psychology speaks often of the "spirit of the area," by which they
mean all the intellectual and spiritual factors that hang over or
characterize a city. If this theory is true, Nuremberg must have been
filled with a particularly active variety of anti-Semitism in 1923, as the
blows fell like hail on Isidor Big-Stink-Bomb’s back.


He fortunately had no inkling abut the psychological source of the blows to
his ribs, else the spirit of Nuremberg would have had to endure the full
curses of the Talmud, though it must be noted that any non-Jew who had
behaved in a similar way would have gotten the same treatment.


Still, it was a wonderful sight to see the crumpled Isidor with his
wobbling bowed legs fleeing in the direction of the railway police. In his
confusion his tongue was unable to keep up with his hands, and only after a
lot of shouting was he able to say that his painful condition had been
caused by two men in Lederhosen.


But they were nowhere to be found. As the police walked along the platform
with the Jew looking for the culprits, motivated more by duty than
enthusiasm, Hauser-Toni and Kuchler-Ludwig, now wearing jackets and caps,
looked out the window with disinterested boredom. Even their closest
relatives would not have recognized them in this garb.


Shrugging their shoulders, the police told Isidor that they could not do
anything if he could not more precisely describe the culprits, and headed
back to their station.


The Jew shouted after them. But following after them with flapping
coattails did no good. All that happened was that he was twenty meters away
when his train began huffing and puffing to leave the station.


The desperate man began shouting: "My God, this is terrible!", he howled.
"Conductor, stop the train! My deal will fall apart if I get there late."


Since neither the conductor nor anyone else was willing to change the
timetable for his benefit, he was left alone in his misery.


It is hard to describe the conflict between his unsatisfied desire for
revenge and his promising deal that raged within him. Outwardly it was
evidenced by Big-Stink-Bomb’s hops toward the vanishing police, then his
attempts to run after the departing train. Both were as ridiculous as they
were hopeless.


The bystanders watched for a long time as he waved his arms around like a
windmill on the platform until he was swallowed by smoke and darkness, a
picture of the end of Ahasaver [the legendary Wandering Jew], who perished
due to his own evil. [pp. 43-46]


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How our Speakers Fought

1. Marx’s Six Books


One of the movement’s oldest speakers, who has since made a name for
himself as a political figure, was speaking on the topic "Marxism as a
Danger to the Nation." His deep knowledge of the union question enabled him
to immediately win the attention of the numerous Social Democrats in the
hall. Almost raptly, they followed his logical argument, and when he had
finished their confidence in their former ideals had been deeply shaken.


A Marxist bigwig felt called to prevent a mass defection of his supporters
from the Social Democratic camp. He attempted to conceal his lack of
factual arguments by hypocritical attacks against National Socialism. He
probably thought he has shredded the previous speaker.


He was surprised as the Nazi speaker stood up without the least hint of
excitement and calmly began:


"The ridiculous remarks of the discussion speaker astound one due to their
lack of positive knowledge. It almost sounds as if he is not entirely sure
of his own worldview. I would like to ask him an honest question: Has he
carefully and conscientiously read the six books by the Marxist prophet
Karl Marx?"


A loud and clear "Yes!" was the answer.


The question was repeated, and again there was a firm "Yes!"


The National Socialist smiled slightly as he asked for a third time:


"I ask the discussion speaker yet again, in the presence of his comrades:
Have you really read all six books that Karl Marx wrote, without missing
one of them or skipping a chapter?"


The Marxist bigwig, clearly proud of his wisdom, said: "Yes, every one
without exception!"


"Then you are the biggest liar and fool I have ever met," the questioner
continued. "How can you have read six books by Karl Marx when he actually
only wrote three?! You claim to be a Marxist leader, but you don’t even
know that! You betray and deceive German workers!"


It didn’t take much more to lead the Social Democrats down the right way.
The bigwig was probably happy that his own people didn’t beat him to a
bloody pulp that same night.


2. Is the Holy Spirit a Jew?


The political pastor was beside himself. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he
gave full vent to his normally repressed soul.


True, the previous Nazi speaker had been unreasonable in his attacks on the
beloved Bavarian People’s Party [a Catholic Party]. Using papal encyclias,
he had proven that the Holy Father himself had absolutely prohibited
Catholic priests from misusing religion for political purposes. That was
too much!


The man must be stopped, he must be shown to be a heretic. Let the aroused
farmers (lacking the Inquisition and stake) drown him in a manure pit and
heap pitch and sulfur on top of him!


After the break, the political pastor strode up to the platform and began
his crusade against the Nazi plague.


With an elegance one had not expected given his fat body, he ignored all
the sins of his "Bavarian People’s Party" and its imprisoned brothers and
tried to prove the anti-Christian sentiments of the Nazis in general and
the speaker in particular. The Jewish Question was his culmination. He
cited every possible Bible verse, omitting only the ones in which Christ
himself condemned Jewry, and then finished with his most powerful blow.


With an oily voice that could have covered a ton of sardines, he shouted
emotionally to the crowd:


"…and there is another reason why I cannot understand the National
Socialist hatred of the Jews. We all know that the Savior was descended
from the Jews and that Christ himself therefore was a Jew. If we are to be
Christians, we must bow before the Jews, not fight them as the National
Socialists do in such an unchristian way!"


The pastor probably expected howls of outrage from the speaker, but they
did not come. And the farmers gave no sign of wanting to tear the speaker
to bits. They were waiting eagerly for his response.


"Well, the pastor wants us to believe that Christ was a Jew. But we are
good Christians who paid attention to what we were taught.


We learned that Christ was God’s son, not the son of some Hebrew. Besides
that, the Catholic Church teaches that Holy Mary, the mother of Christ,
died a virgin. That means she never had sexual relations with a man,
certainly not with a flat-footed garlic Jew. And thirdly, according to
Catholic doctrine, Christ was born by a miracle, not by the normal natural
process. Finally, the Church teaches that 'Holy Spirit came upon' the
Virgin Mary. He must therefore be regarded as the father or source of
Christ.


Surely not even the pastor wants to tell us that the Holy Spirit is a Jew!"


His argument resulted in explosive laughter. Defeated on his own ground,
the red-faced ultramontane Jew-lover had no choice but to disappear as fast
as possible. Only later did he remember that he had left his hat and coat
behind.


Naturally the manure pit, sulfur and pitch remained a pious dream

Bertie forged using a sock puppet wrote;

Hail Moscow!
by Joseph Goebbels

Way to show the world who you really are, Bertie.

This is in response to a troll with the handle Bertie.
I don't change the subject so if you've already
killfiled it you miss this. I don't change the list
of newsgroups because Bertie has chosen it.

He has elected to spend many years trolling many
newsgroups. Bertie isn't just a regular troll,
he's spent years attacking alt.religion.asatru
hurling personal insults and false accusations. The
usual tactic of ignoring him was tried years ago and
it failed unfortunately. Ignored or not he continues
to spew his vemon. He has done so using several
accounts, too. Here's one. A glance at the number of
postings shows that he is obsessive and paraniod:

http://groups.google.com/groups?hl=e...:A%40a.aaaaaa+

It is said that while you can't learn everything about
a person by who their friends and enemies are, you can
learn much by the quality of their friends and even
more by the quality of their enemies.

Bertie is the enemy of Asatru and he choses to spend
year after year in verbal abuse and polluting much of
UseNet. He's the worst the the online community has
to offer, yet he opposes Asatru. In a way, his poor
quality combined with his opposition is a great
complement to Asatru.

Thanks for the complement, Bertie.