By Patrick Grimm
“There is a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious, makes you so sick at heart, that you can’t take part; you can’t even passively take part, and you’ve got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels, upon the levers, upon all the apparatus, and you’ve got to make it stop. And you’ve got to indicate to the people who run it, to the people who own it, that unless you’re free and unless they’re free, the machine will be prevented from working at all!”
— Mario Savio (Berkeley, 1968)
The machine could not be more odious or more heart-sickening than it has now become. It is a machine fueled by egalitarian fairy tales and pipe dream pap. The machine is fueled by the mind-numbing and body-destroying oils and gasolines of Big Jewry. Indeed it is run by them. The machine is fueled by a controlled opposition and a gaggle of gate-keepers, shills and double-agents who keep us confused, bleary-eyed and rudderless, unable to shake ourselves free of the machine and see the world the way it really is and in the way it really works.
This is the machine that powers Big Defense (war profiteering), Big Liberalism (leftist delusions of grandeur), Big Business (the corporate globalist slave plantation), Big Pharma (poisoning, lobotomizing and neutering our people), Big Racism (the eternal black grievance industry i.e. Jesse Jackson, Al Sharpton), Big Holo (the holocaust shakedown racket), Big Media (Zionist propaganda 24-7), Big Zionism (robbing Peter to pay Irving), Big Finance (the Jewish-run Federal Reserve and the IMF) and Big Education (Jewish-written curriculum created to destroy whiteness and Western civilization).
The odiousness of the machine is due to those who fuel it. Big Jewry, a vast network composed of criminal Jews who are aided by their willing (or unwilling) non-Jewish accomplices, works the gears, the wheels, the levers, indeed the entire apparatus. They own it, they run it and their greatest goal is to destroy freedom, to destroy dissenting speech, to destroy chastity, to crush humility underfoot, to despoil virtue and to stymie and put a brake to the notion of freedom of conscience and thought. Honesty, inquiry, history and reality must be altered or erased if they don’t nicely conform to the machine’s ultimate agenda of destruction. The traditional family has been trounced by the machine.
The machine’s purpose is to eventually cull the herd, to slaughter 5/6 of the world’s population (“the useless eaters”) and to enslave the rest under a Talmudic empire. Not coincidentally, this very murder and enslavement is commanded and encouraged by the Unholy Books of Big Jewry. These are the Torah and the Talmud, volumes that recall gleeful bloodletting with orgiastic relish and which chronicle the mode by which the machine must be operated. These volumes are the owner’s manual for the machine that now grinds the planet to hamburger and torments the meat puppets who survive its torture. The machine reshapes once brave men into clones, silent, eyeless and androgynous yes-persons without honor, dignity or bravery. Closet-dwelling skeletons (real or imaginary) are utilized to keep any of the recalcitrant from stepping forward to cast their bodies upon the machine, forcing it to stall and come to a halt, to stop its murderous operation.
My heart is sick when I recall the machine. My mind is darkened by thoughts of the machine. The fact of its very existence pains me more than any other knowledge I possess and carry between my ears. This knowledge, this “knowing”, is a mental tattoo blackly inked forever into the fibers of my consciousness. It is a blessing and a curse to wear this ghastly tattoo upon my cerebral cortex.
I want nothing more than the cessation of the machine. I desire nothing more intensely and passionately than to see this machine smashed until it is unworkable, mechanically incongruous, a broken, discarded childish toy flung into the junkyard of faint historical memory. In the bright future I envision, that I fervently dream of, the machine will mark a sad chapter of existence that has been thoroughly expunged, never to be repeated, never to be emulated. Any talk of the machine will only cause collective recoils and nausea from those who speak of it. That day will come. That day is coming.
The machine’s parts are breaking down. They are in dire need of repair. Their warranty has long since run out. Their collapse is imminent.
We must, all of us must, lay ourselves sacrificially, fearlessly upon the odious machine and do more than “indicate” our displeasure with its deadly apparatus of existential death. We’ll cry with one voice “We will not allow this machine to work! We will destroy it wholesale, leaving not one part upon another, before it destroys all of us!” If we do not end the machine, it will eventually mass murder humanity in the long-term. In the short-term, it will decimate and desecrate everything that makes our lives worth living.