A Lemming’s Tale, Interrupted


Yes, I do remember that bickering, shuffling crowd and those forever nights so long ago. How we all marched along, sometimes stumbling, but ever forward we went — never stopping, never thinking, never saying no.

Oh, it was never a silent crowd — not by a long shot. Most merely grumbled under their breath, too quietly to be heard by anyone but close neighbors. Still, a few raised their voices loudly and indignantly over the smallest, most nonsensical thing. Usually, I had no idea what was shouted since I had long tired of paying attention, but remember how everyone insisted we should stay the course. Those who disagreed were angrily shouted down, called misguided or crazy and hooted into embarrassed silence.

I was never exactly sure of how many were in that marching mass. The only thing I ever really knew, was that all of us marched forward, towards some unknown final destination, of what no one seemed to know.

Often I gave thought to the further sides, somewhere over to the left or right of me, but never could I see much other than bobbing, gibbering heads surrounding me. Likewise, it was too dangerous to simply turn around and go backwards — the pressing legions behind would soon overwhelm and quickly grind you into the ground.

The crowd appeared guided or controlled by unknown people with loud electronic bullhorns off to the distant sides, above and behind us. As we went along, we were prodded and cajoled with syrupy pleadings, needling commentaries of this or that and, far too often, explosive exhortations, angry slanders and accusations.

The apparent purpose of the bullhorn messages was for us to mix ourselves together into a babbling, chaotic and diverse mass, one that could never know who we even were, let alone think or talk about what was to happen to us down the road.

It all seemed expressly intent to confuse and divide any like-minded groups, making it impossible for any of us to ever form coherent strategies to deal with our plight or to set our own direction.

Knots of marchers would sometimes coalesce together by virtue of some similarity with each other, comfortable with those who thought alike or shared ideas on what to do. But such groups immediately aroused the interest and angry ire of the bullhorn people, who denounced them as enemies to all the rest. Such groups would soon break-up from internal dissensions egged on by the bullhorn voices, and soon dissolve back into the surly, bickering, anonymous morass once again.

I also remember the unseen bullhorn people off to the right, would accuse the unseen bullhorn people off on the left with trying to run things and vice versa. Marchers would then take sides with one or the other, adding their own voices and accusations to the electronic shouting. Often they would became even more acute and vitriolic in the rhetoric than the bullhorn people themselves.

Most of us just tried to gravitate toward the middle so we could have some measure of peace while lost in the crowd.

We were a confused and easily frightened herd — whose only thought was to be in the middle, away from any extreme. To be surrounded by ourselves gave us silent comfort, so that we would seek the center, even if it meant knowing little or nothing.

This effect propelled us marchers along the way, at first heading off to the left, but soon back towards the right again. Every so often, we heard panicky rumors about people on either side just disappearing — it was said that they were plucked from the ranks, or maybe they were swallowed up in a darkness and swirling miasma that surrounded us. Such disappearances created a sense of urgency to keep away from the dangerous and troubled sides.

This back and forth, left and right rhythm seemed to be what fueled us ever onwards. I thought it might be possible to find out what was going on by moving towards the sides to get a look around, but knew it was much riskier, since I did not really know the actual fate of those lost. It was much easier and safer to stay in the middle, where it was also faster to gain ground on your neighbors — which everyone seemed eager to do.

And you couldn’t just stop right then and there because it was nearly impossible with the immense crowds behind you, pushing you constantly forward. Some might help you along by grabbing and lifting you back up, but most were quite willing, even happy to walk right over you, forcing your face down into the dirt, giggling with selfish pleasure. Doing so allowed them to get ahead of you and this alone seemed enough of a reward.

I’d asked where we were going a thousand times. A million. Everybody seemed to have their own ideas, often with quite detailed and convoluted theories to back it up, but none really seemed to know anything when you got right down to it.

A lady I was walking along with for some time said she knew exactly what was going on and where we were headed. She was so sure about it. She had talked to others before joining up with me and they told her about a hill awhile back, where they could see the actual final destination.

It was all so beautiful they insisted: Rainbows, prancing unicorns, bright sunlight, blue skies and fluffy clouds. Landscapes of green fields and rolling pastures, dotted here and there with white marble columns shrouded in beautiful gold and purple banners. Shady and bountiful fruit trees awaited us, where we could all finally rest together as one!

But after talking to her more closely, I could easily see nobody she knew had ever really witnessed any of that for themselves. It was only what others told them, and even that was what still others had said. None had actually seen it with their very own eyes; some weaved in wildly different details and versions. Her ideas were fascinating to listen to, even though I could never get a word in edgewise to her continuous excited babble and self-absorption. I eventually tired of her and edged away.

I could note the vain preoccupations of my fellows, more concerned by what they wore and the petty status symbols adorning their clothing — as if any of that made the least little difference. Small, silly bits of individualism were rewarded by fellow marchers by hearty back slaps, or envious looks and jealous comments. Those who sported the wrong symbols were sullenly ignored, sneered at or roughly shoved aside.

Growing weary of the constant drama, day after day after day, I thought to hell with it and decided to see what was off to the sides. “What was there to lose?” I told myself.

Slowly as I could, I eased my way laterally in-between other marchers. As I tried to slip past, some would quiz me angrily on what I was doing, asking about my beliefs or if I was another part to their own special, enlightened group. After listening to the arguing and belly-aching for so long, I knew exactly what to say and when.

Gradually, making my way further and further to the outer edge, the people seemed to get angrier and more paranoid, continually bitching on why the rest of the crowd could not see what they did so clearly. The attitudes became acutely belligerent the further I went along, with much shouting and remonstrances.

Much sooner than anticipated, I suddenly could see there was no crowd to the right of me. It took me a long time before I even had the nerve to look over and confirm it, after being surrounded on all four sides with marching people for my entire life.

At first I could make out nothing but a heavy, dark and swirling fog-like gloom just feet away to my right side. Peering closer, I could make out faces buried and moving within — dark monstrous faces with bulbous, hooked noses, puffy lips and heavily lidded eyes which seemed to follow my every movement in short, spasmodic jerks.

Some of the faces spouted rancorous threats at me, some cajoled, while others sweetly whispered tempting offers of secret advantage. When it became obvious I only wished to ignore them, they resorted to calling me names, declaring me insane if I didn’t resume my supposed privileged place back in the middle of the marchers. Merely looking over at them seemed to increase their belligerence and interest in me.

Now even more afraid, I felt that I had to stay in the column or else fall victim to whatever fate those alien, foreign visages held in store for me.

I noticed someone up ahead drift off to the side even further than anyone else before. With his head held up defiantly, he quickly turned to the right and walked straight into the fog. It surrounded him instantaneously and, just as I went past the point where he was swallowed up, I heard muffled screaming or bellowing, way, way off in the distance.

Still, I kept thinking, “oh, to hell with it — let’s just get it all over with.” I asked several marchers about doing that and they told me it would be far worse than I could ever imagine. Funny, no one ever seemed to know exactly what would happen, only that it was very bad.

With a palpable fear in my gut, but a growing curiosity that had now grown into driving obsession, I decided to just go for it and stepped off to the side.

As the dark billowing fog surrounded me, I immediately felt an odd tingling sensation deep within my head, a dizziness like deja vu, but far more intense. At first, I felt doomed, but just as quickly as the sensation invaded my brain, it was gone. And, right along with that, the fog before my eyes. Yet I could still see the other marchers, slogging along on the forever march, not far in front of me. They now seemed totally oblivious to my presence, as if I were invisible.

It was all so easy. So easy. The dangerous wall that all us marchers thought contained us was as flimsy and inconsequential as rice paper.

I tried to yell out something to them, telling them I was OK, still alive and it was all cool, but they didn’t seem to hear me at all; only casting nervous glances off in the direction I took, exactly as I had once done. I begged them to stop and come with me, but they just shook their heads sadly or laughed hysterically up at the sky.

I felt naked and so very, very alone. I had never experienced that feeling before and it scared me.

I decided to get a better view of things. Although it was still pretty dark around me, I could make out that it became lighter and lighter the further from the crowd I went. I also sensed with some trepidation, that the further I walked away from the marchers, stretching away in both directions, the less chance I would ever have in rejoining them.

With every step I took, my mind seemed to clear, the fog was quickly disappearing not only from my head but before my eyes. Giddy with surviving the nothing barrier and the crystalline sensation of a mind clear as a bell, everywhere I looked stood out in a stark, dazzling beauty. And no longer did I hear the continuous bickering of all those nameless souls, or the incessant electronic blaring of those infernal bullhorns!

I made out a copse of stately trees sitting on a nearby mountain-top and made going there the first decision of my new life. I wanted to see where the marchers were really headed. But climbing was much harder than I thought, with twisted, downed trees and huge boulders barring my every step. Strange and frightening animal noises whistled from dark recesses nearby; while loose, mossy stones made me slip and fall, beads of sweat ran down my face, stinging my eyes.

After what seemed forever, I reached a pathway, weaving its way back and forth up the mountain. At first, it appeared the barest of animal trails, but gradually widened, becoming more defined and easier to hike.

Before I knew what happened, the top of the mountain came into view. The little copse of trees I spied down below, was really an expansive forest glade, spanning a wide plateau and joined together with another open saddle ridge in the distance. Ancient, knurled oak trees were all around, with no bramble undergrowth or fallen timbers blocking my way.

I soon noticed I was not the only one who had reached the beautiful mountain-top plateau, for I could see others there like me, too. They smiled when I went up to them and plaintively asked if I was really dead. They said no, that I was now very much alive. “Alive, alive at long last, he’s alive” they laughingly assured me.

This night among my new-found friends became the solstice to the rest of my life. The sun was setting off to the right side of the plateau and I could see a bright, full moon rising up at the exact same time on the other. It seemed so close to me in the sky that I could literally reach up and touch the craters and mountains.

Even with all the questions that now filled my mind to ask of my new friends, I stood there as silently as they did — taking in that glorious, oil-painted landscape arrayed before our eyes. I could easily see the long dark line of marchers winding their way down below, bathed in that strange, forever moon glow I once mistakenly believed was the world’s only light.

A large, dark and solitary bird could be seen circling above the marchers, which I first thought to be a vulture or some sort of carrion bird, but looking closer as it soared in the updrafts, I could make out that it was a coal-black, malevolent war eagle with sinister, bright red eyes.

It was then I noticed standing next to me a distinguished-looking woman with long blond hair streaked in gray, with a face that bore a strong, noble countenance and steely glint to her bright blue eyes. The woman gently tugged at my wrist to get my attention and pointed off sharply at the distant marchers down below us. She said: “Look thusly and you will see the fate you have escaped.”

At that moment, the rays of the setting sun suddenly burst forth from the mountain saddle off to my right, and shone down on the marchers. It illuminated in a golden light what looked to be the very front of the column, not far off in the distance. Only it wasn’t anything like the destination I, or any of the other marchers had ever foreseen.

For the people were now hemmed in close within the sides of a steep, rocky ravine — funneling them directly to what I could see was a sharp cliff-edge and a yawning black abyss beyond. The unruly masses at this point were bunching up, frantically trying to back-peddle, or climb away from what they realized was their final destination — as the unseeing, unbelieving and uncaring crowd behind them pressed onwards.

Ever onwards!

— Phillip Marlowe

Dr. William Pierce — Lemmings

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72 Responses to A Lemming’s Tale, Interrupted

  1. StSimonOfTrent says:


    May 10, 2013 by Bill
    Filed under Latest News Releases
    2013 – May Releases

    Bill Donohue comments on the 2012 Annual Report by the United States Conference of Catholic Bishops on the subject of sexual abuse:

    The survey, done by an institute at Georgetown University, shows how utterly absurd it is to maintain that the Catholic Church continues to have a problem with priestly sexual abuse. Of the nearly 40,000 priests in the U.S., there were 34 allegations made by minors last year (32 priests, two deacons): six were deemed credible by law enforcement; 12 were either unfounded or unable to be proven; one was a “boundary violation”; and 15 are still being probed. Moreover, in every case brought to the attention of the bishops or heads of religious orders, the civil authorities were notified.

    Not counting those of unknown status, in 88 percent of the total number of cases (independent of when they allegedly occurred), the accused priest is either deceased, has been dismissed from ministry, or has been laicized.

    Most of the allegations reported to church officials today have nothing to do with current cases: two-thirds date back to the 1960s, 1970s and the first half of the 1980s.
    As usual, the problem is not pedophilia: 19 percent of the allegations involving those who work in dioceses or eparchies, and 7 percent of religious order priests and deacons, involve pedophilia. In other words, the problem remains what it has always been—an issue involving homosexual priests (85 percent of the victims were male).

    Anyone who knows of any religious, or secular, organization that has less of a problem with the sexual abuse of minors these days should contact the Catholic League. We’d love to match numbers.

    One more thing: since nearly 100 percent of our priests did not have a credible allegation made against him last year, this should be picked up by the media. But it won’t be. Look for the story to get buried.


    ~Meanwhile in the news today:

    SEATTLE- Behind the doors of the old Columbia School in south Seattle, 130 students in preschool through eighth grade attend the private Orthodox Torah Day School.

    It’s where 32 year-old Jordan E. Murray taught first and second grade for the last two years, and where he is accused of molesting female students right in his classroom.

    On April 22nd, a six year-old girl told police Murray would put her on his lap behind his desk and put his hand down her pants. The same girl said Murray also put his hand up her shirt. Another seven year old girl said Murray did the same thing to her.


  2. ProtocolsRtrue says:

    Sad to hear that Jason. The facts are that the nigger problem is bad and getting worse. Unsustainable. What is the best to hope for in the case you mentioned? The best we can hope for is they catch the niggers but since you know after we pay for it’s court appointed attorney is that he/they MAY be locked up for a few years at OUR expense again. Then after getting out of nigger U. they will be even WORSE and we will repeat the process with more innocent victims. That’s the BEST we can hope for in our jewish controlled completely fucked up country. There is a miniscule chance that the niggers will be shot by cops during the aperest but cops know they get fired for harming niggers while trying to aperest them.

  3. sog says:

    dint chuh no dat kikes and ragheads can f_–k whatever they can tie down ..rape of white women in the very whites natural indigenous countries by the stinking muslims is rampant and rationalized by mullahs muslim kikes ..kikes muslims marxists are all inbreeding with each other and their goats and cameols ehh camels ..poor camel ,poor goat …muslims are our mortal ,moral and spiritual enemies to the core ..no ifs ands or anuses …oh dont mention anuses around muslim or a kike rabbi it gets their dander up ..the talmud is the great satan allowing for whatever is in the now ..whatever goes ,goes ..you get a free gallon of KY jelly with every theft or purchase of a talmud even with a stolen credit card ..no self respecting kike would actually pay for anything they could steal or cheat off someone ..chapter 69 in the great satan talmud explians how to get your very own captive camel turned on and ready for the talmudic union of kike and animal ..the animal gets the shitty end of that deal ..
    lol right jason ,,we dont hate filthy niggers because of their color ,we hate them beacause of thier rediculously retarded effen names ..keeshuwaun ,tyrrrexsehia excreeeeshiea etcetera …ladarius laqwuanaa laqwuanishah ,,, shawneeeequa
    look at these stupid names .. …how do niggeres even remember their own names or better yet how do thier slimy baby mama remember all dem names n shiiet

    Shabootyquiqui , Shambrielle , they ought to all be shot just for these names …fo reel..
    (” “I was at the supermarket the other day and got carded for some wine. The checkout girl looked at my name on my ID and said, “Oh, my name is Jennifer, too.” I glanced down at her name tag: Jhennefferr..(jhennheffer) I looked back up. She continued, “Only my mom spelled it differently because she wanted me to be unique.” I couldn’t even formulate a response. Why? Why would you do this?” “) cuz day izz stooopid niggers dats why …
    its easier to just call em all nigger this nigger that or fucken nigger mother fukker etc …1 name , nigger …they are all niggers so what is the point of making it hard to id the sob’s …
    jimmy youre a good man but i have to tell you that jesus came and fulfilled the law already 100% of the time 100% of the law which no man could ever do ..although i get the jist of your statement and the psalm it was the SonOGOD that fulfilled the laws ..jesus says the commandment is to love one another …faith hope and love are the greatest of all the laws and love is the supreme calling ..laws are neccessary for order and social foundatioanl responsibilities ,moral and spiritual … jesus also said if you dont have a sword then sell something and go buy one ..when a soldier came to him for council he said just follow orders ..well anyway also paul said it was ok to eat food sacrificed to idols as it was just food and if your brother stumbled cus he thought you shouldnt eat the shit then dont do it around weaker people …what the strong people are is warriors and warriors for our stupid weaker white fools who dont see the jew yet for what they are but dammit as much as i wouyld like to exclude stupid caucasions it is our white duty to be patient and educate and protect because they know not what the do but this doctrine doesnt apply to the jews in my opinion …..or really bad people ..lol.. peoplebeyond the pale and off the charts as reckless and dangerous to white survival are target rich environment as in currently ..anyway good post jimmy..
    besides i think you already know this without me sayin oh uh hey etc ..lol..right ..peace .
    in your weakness I AM strong saith the supreme being ,the creator of the heavns and the earth ..HE has spoken to us hasnt he ..if we reside in the son under his blood we are recogniozed by the FATHER …vengeance is mine says the LORD ..vengeance speaks of an event that would occur during the life cycle of a human and not after as in judgement or the final line up …we need to pray for vengeance against the destroyers of the earth ,the jews …

  4. sog says:

    anyway as i was …the theory of the tribe of dan making it out of assyria captivity by ships and hitting the beach at greece and moving like a snake thru the now white monolithic nations od nordics etc danmark skandan avia etc is a highly probable possibility that true isralites were caucasion at best ..but they were no orize in any event at the time with usary and pahrisitic taotalitarianism ..i believe theat phunecian and ancint gaeilic and “hebrew which was a phonecian dialect anyway are all almost identical ..thats nice n all but it doesnt solve the issue of exactly who is who ..we do know for a fact that todays kikes are 97% of em all just middleeastern and asian mongol mixes aka kazaar ..no one actually as a human could keep mixing dna off the shelf ..it occurred at a high rate …look at the southern kingdom of judah and their subsequent captivity and expulson from babylon by king nebuchdnezzar ..i believ thet the southern kingdom owed a financial debt and were made slaves till it was paid off ..the southern kingdom was true isrealite in any event wth judah ,benjamin some simeons and some levi personell in residence and micegenation was on the rise and is human nature to not be avble to keep laws as such ..by the time jesus rolled through the southern kingdom was ruled by corrupt pharisees and sanhedrin and the talmud secret society and basiocally give elbow room by rome to self rule themselves ..etc ..the bible says that whosoever believeth in ME then they are saved and shall have eternal life and are the true israel …zion and israel are spiritual referneces and not to physical plane ology ..
    anyway happy trails …it would take 10x longer to study history than it took for history to occur ..

  5. Ponder once or twice if you will!

    “The time is coming when we will pay for being Christians for two-thousand years” – Nietzsche

    “There are those who will come after me,… I am not the first” – Adolph Hitler

  6. Snow White says:

    Mayhap there was NO captivity. K…ts opened the gates again more like.

  7. Jimmy says:

    Cheer Sog the feeling is mutual, you are a fine chap yourself.

    Blessed are the meek. I like this picture. True love?


    Nice video from Summerled, Brother Nathanael must be a major nightmare for Jews. There he is a former Jew declaring Jews will burn in hell, excuse me if I have good chuckle heh heh heh.
    The guy has completely and totally committed himself to unmasking Jews bringing them down and serving the Lord, I doff my hat to you Bro Nat.

  8. sog says:

    i am saving the the messiah and the modern day sword in his hands ..
    i have one of him flipping off the jews …good one ..maybe fond the link for that in the next 20 years or so …….
    jew kike hook nose mafia sheister lawyrers suing peoplesvaagen heh heh volkswagen ..
    these kikes will get blood from a stone ,,opportunistic super organism etc bacteria ,parasite jew redundant ..
    to determine whether this was slave labor will not be properly addressed or examined ..
    jews and totalitarianism are 1 and the same …they are what they falselt accuse germany and germans and herr hitler of being ..the jews are the bad guy ,in every story ..
    the “camps” were built to fulfill the need for more modern and larger prisons ..these were prisons for real law breakers ,civil criminals ..communist sabotuers etc ..did they have to do alittle work to ? …guess what ,? the american prison industry of which there are 176,000 state prisoners in california alone and this doenst include county jails …thr american prison industry employs a monumentally large amount of prisoner labor and for dirt cheap which is akin to taking advantage of their position ..these prison unions have always competed with standar ciclian labor forces ..another reason for the eradication of nigger shine slavery was to eliminate a cheap labor pool base that plantation owners could profit off by renting thier niggers to civilian work projects and the american citizens would sufer loss of employ ..enuff o dat 4 now but the german prisons held dangerous people ..so one of the reasons kikes without a country my ass as they had ussr ,decided to declare war on germany 1n 33 was because herr hitler sent j. goebbels as galeiter to berlin to clean the moral cess pool out ..ment immoral cesspool ..which was almost comprised at higher levels of just kikes ..so they left in a huff and bitterly complained about germany ..oy vey da noive …ahhyye heh heh ..fuck kikes .so they flapped thier asees to hollywood and nyc …
    this jewish blurring of facts is insidious and costly ..a person and his lawyer cannot even defend their position on the fake holohoax with out fear of thought crime and face crime and tone crime beoing engaged ..pansd out to political prison time and torture ..jews are not nice people ….what do you wanna bet that volkswagen co. wont be able to even defend themselves without the possiblity of prison time ..jews are not a good thing to have in a country in high positions of power as they are malignant and preposterous …
    that above story sounds like what entering the jewish DHS fema camps will be like ..
    how these kikes lied and talked endlessly shamelessly and falsely about how the trains came up to treblinka and belzec etc and aushittzz etc and the people were separated etc and the rest is fictional anyway but this is what jews did to 10’s of millions of russian non jews after 1917 violent theft of russian culture and country ..jews sent millions to gulags and work camps and executed millions of non jews because they wernt jewish ..
    these people never got reparations even tho they were totally innocent and did nothing and the jew communists anhilated them all just like in armenia and spain and iraq and ,lebanon libya ,now syria etc …with nukes …jimstonefreelance.com
    if germany only had 600,000 jews and most left where did the 6million come from ..
    alot of the jews who believed in natioalism and separted form jude ism were left in germany and there were very wealthy jews who simply went on vacation believeing they would return to germany someday …black banner was jew youth different than young turks in thet thet they renounced and separated from all traces of jewish culture and religion during the 3rd r. 150,000 kikes fought in the wheremacht for germany and many kikes had lived in germany for generations and considered themselves german …
    kikes were welcome and fiancilally encouraged to leave ..if israel can do it now by deporting 60-70 thousand nuiggers lol right the true israelite was black ..pphht ..
    israel is dumping thir niggers on someone else cus they can ..if i was a nigger and they told me to leave and i saw what they do to palastinians i wouldnt second guess israeli terror apparatus in its seriousness and decision..
    israel says we want to make sure blah blah ;;;blah…yeah we get it ,niggeres are bad for society and decent cultures cannot take the rot that comes with the nigger ..im sure palestinians are grateful to jews for kicking out the kaffir ..who wouldnt be …
    like the african niggers and their american communist agents the NBPP and the NOI with all the niigger luminaries that suppoert this cesspool of hate and marxist bull shit ..these scum bags want to kill all whites in africa …they wont eben let them emigrate out ..herr hitler helped anyone who wanted to emigrate to do so ..niggers and kikes insult the memory of a great man and leader in adolf hitler …the very things they accuse him of they instead are guilty of and of far greater misdeeds even …but we know this ..

  9. Joe says:

    Mark Glenn sucks camel shit in Mecca. All he cares about is his precious Islamicists. I’m against Usrael’s wars in the Middle East, doesn’t mean I want to spit on my White European Christian Patrimony and heritage, as Glenn encourages his readers to do.

    I mentioned that White Europeans are very much against the Usrael’s wars in the Middle East, but it doesn’t mean anything to the Muslims/Arabs. In return, the Muslims in Europe riot every year — especially in France, rape, and attack White Europeans — and are agitating for their Sharia Law for all of Europe, even for NON-Muslims. Sharia Law requires death for “non-believers”.

    While I’m against Zionism, that doesn’t mean the Muslim/Arabs are wonderful. Mark Glenn expects All of his readers to talk about Muslims as if they’re God’s gift to the world. They are NOT that wonderful . I was banned from TUT for linking to these websites :



    Mark Glenn would turn the US into an Islamic State complete with Sharia Law. Glenn can go suck camel assholes for all I give a damn about him and his precious mohammed. Maybe he thinks if he kisses mohammed’s ass he’s going to get 22 virgins in the next world, after he drops dead and does America a favor.

    Glenn is Very Anti-White American. He should move to Saudi Arabia and go fuck camels and go slither around the desert with his habiru-sagiz sufist jihadist snake buddy-buddies.

    Habiru-sagiz is an old-fashioned term. It means desert cut-throats and back-stabbers.

  10. Ironwrench says:

    Brilliant website with a solid grasp on technology. Reading this this site, my thoughts harken back to G.L. Rockwell’s treatise “Ivory Tower to Privy Wall”. This is the perfect site to begin the enlightenment process of the present and emerging generation of white Americans. Yet the perfect format and content sometimes make one feel uneasy, as it presents all the slickness of an ad agency campaign. However, the merits of its content and DOS attacks all point towards one who is looking at the world though Hoffman lenses. I am not sure what to make of Mr. Glenn or the political infighting. It seems as though many who have carried the torch in the past are later discredited. For me, it typically takes a few minutes to detect a shill as was the case with Alex Jones when he first arrived on the scene. Mr. Glenn never gave me such an impression, yet times and people do change. One must wonder what it is like when the devil comes to the door with a proposition. Does one take the Jesus/Hitler option and spit in his face? Or does one come to accept the path of acquiescence taken by lesser men? Neither an easy path.

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