Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Congregants All

There he is, fresh from his rutting, and back at his strutting.

But look at the males behind him. These males have some facts at their command. They know that he "married" a blond daughter and ravished her beauty into something unspeakable. They know that he has copulated with any white slut (and only white sluts) willing to open her dishonorable legs to him. They know all about him.

And he knows all about them. Note his heavy-lidded and stuporous eyes - half junglebunny and half islandmonkey - staring out at his white worshipers, pleased at their predictable forgiveness. And scanning the gallery for his next grunting conquest.

Here's a poem I wrote a few years ago. It's aimed at the God-damned white men in the photo.
They have their reward.

~ Wheeler MacPherson

The Congregant

I might not swing my child support this month

And the answering machine might have to run

Interference between the banker boys

And me, but come Sunday (I remember

It to keep it wholly), I’ll be wedged

In a produce stand of my peers above

A fake field, bellowing out my loyalty

To a jersey, to a number, to a

Mother-mocking slave. And why not?

I’m deep in him; he’s like my son. Wasn’t

It my patronage that scholar-shipped

His alien leers through four full years at a

Party school, an alumni tool

That stamped him out with just about the proudest

Pure bullshit that guilt can buy? Isn’t

It my friends and I who squat atop

The bleachers (while our sons all rust on benches)

And give roaring offerings to his name

And ape his moves and mumbles with our kosher

Suicidal energies? Yes

And yes, and so I own a piece of him

(Though I’d never put it quite like that).

I’m investing in our future. Really.

~ copyright 2006 by Wheeler MacPherson
Thanks Wheeler good post!

Christian Zionism Will Kill Populist Revolt

By Rev. Ted Pike

4-12-10A fanatic is "possessed by an excessive and irrational zeal for a religious or political cause" (American Heritage Dictionary). Today, two types of fanaticism threaten the safety of our republic and the future of our populist revolt. The first is Christian Zionism. The second is right-wing calls for violence.
Contradicting the Bible, Christian Zionism says Jews and Israel are favored above all other races and nations, no matter what they do. Most Christian Zionists believe God will curse anyone who criticizes Israel. Jewish supremacists-whose ancestors founded communism and its offspring, liberalism-today corrupt the Gentile world through their predominant influence in international banking, Congress, and big media. (See, Jewish Activists Created Communism and Jews Confirm Big Media Is Jewish) This weakening of Gentile power is encouraged by Jewish Talmudic/Kabbalistic scripture so that the Jewish messiah can someday rule the nations.
 Nevertheless, most Christian evangelicals ignorantly preach and practice ironclad non-criticism of everything Jewish. This formula is taken so far that no major Christian, conservative leadership group will criticize the Jewish Anti-Defamation League, despite its anti-Christian, pro-homosexual agenda and creation of Christian-persecuting hate crime laws worldwide.
 The second fanaticism that threatens freedom is revealed in those who call for imminent violence to overthrow our government. An example may be the nine Hutaree militia members who allegedly planned to jumpstart revolution by killing a policeman, then bombing police at his funeral. If guilty as charged, the Hutaree held both forms of fanaticism. Their website displays "Seven Reasons Why Christians Should Support Israel." Contrary to media spin, they were not anti-Semitic.
Their stated intent of supporting Israel unconditionally is the same position held by Pastor John Hagee, Dr. Jerry Falwell and Pat Robertson. A militia leader told me that in 2007 he visited the now arrested leader of the Hutarees, David Brian Stone; he said Stone's headquarters were decorated with flags of Israel and the leader angrily denounced any critique of Israel as "anti-Semitic".
Renewal Will Be Undermined
 This underscores an ominous reality. Pro-Israel fanaticism, with its welcoming invitation to supremacist Jews, runs so deep everywhere in the Christian right that it would continue, even if a government overthrow did take place. The pattern of supremacist Jews hijacking a conservative "revolution" already occurred in recent history. In 1980, Ronald Reagan accomplished his own coup against liberalism. The "Reagan Revolution" brought new respect for conservatism in America. Immediately, Jews flooded the movement, creating the Jewish "neoconservative" faction of the Republican Party.
 This Jewish lobby's insistence on special favors to Israel helped pressure Pres. George W. Bush to invade Iraq, protecting Israel from Saddam's "weapons of mass destruction" ­ which were never found. The same Jewish neo-cons goaded Bush to invade Afghanistan after 9/11, again to secure the safety of Israel. These two wars, promoted by Israeli dual-loyalists high in Republican circles, gave the Democrats the anti-war issue they needed to end Republican credibility and elect Obama. Now, the same pressure is witheringly applied on the Obama administration to take military action against Iran, again to insure the safety of a greater Israel.
What does America really need?
Through education and return to sound, Biblical interpretation, we need to overthrow the power of Jewish supremacism. It will do little good to topple the present government if this is not confronted. With incredible speed, supremacist Jews will only resurface like toxic mushrooms after a thundershower. Incredibly, triumphant evangelicals like Sarah Palin would be the first to invite such Jews to participate. A violent revolution would only substitute one Jewish-controlled government for another.
Instead, there must be a complete willingness to examine Jewish power and motives, and how they brought us to the straits we are in. Up to this point, Christian, conservative leaders have refused such inquiry. What America needs now is not radical revolution-but radical reevaluation of how supremacist Jews have ruined, and will continue to ruin, our hopes.
My friend Ral posted this in response:
The Fable of the Ducks and Hens

Many, many years ago,

When animals could speak,

A wondrous thing the ducks befell;

Their tale is quite unique.

Down by a pond dwelt all these ducks,

Ten thousand at the least.

Their duckish joys were undisturbed

By any man or beast.

One day, down near the entrance gate,

There was an awful din.

A hundred hens all out of breath

Were begging to come in.

"Oh, let us in!" the poor birds cried.

"Before we do expire!

"'Tis only by the merest inch

"That we escaped the fire!"

Their feathers singed, their combs adroop,

They were the saddest sight.

They'd run a hundred miles or more,

All day and then all night.

"Come in! Come in!" the ducks all quacked,

"For you our hearts do bleed!

"We'll share our happy lot with you,

"Just tell us what you need!"

And so the poor, bedraggled hens

Among the ducks moved in.

"For, after all," the ducks declared,

"We're sisters 'neath the skin."

Before too many months had passed,

The hens were good as new.

They sent for all their rooster friends,

And these were welcomed too.

To please their hosts, the chickens tried

To waddle and to quack.

To simulate the duckish ways

They quickly learned the nack.

This pleased the flock of ducks, because

It gratified their pride.

But hear my tale, and learn how they

Got taken for a ride.

The ducks, it seemed, spent all their time

In fixing up the place,

In growing food and building homes

And cleaning every space.

They asked the hens what they would do

To earn their daily bread.

"We'll teach and write and entertain,

"And buy and sell," they said.

And so the hens began to teach

The baby ducks and chicks.

They traded food and eggs and things,

With many clever tricks.

They wrote great books and put on shows;

Of genius they'd no lack.

It wasn't long till chickens owned

The Duckville Daily Quack.

One day a mother duck who took

Her ducklings to the lake,

Was flabbergasted when one said,

"A swim I will not take!"

"Why, ducklings always swim!" she gasped.

"It's what you're built to do!

"Like bunnies hop, and crickets chirp,

"And cows 'most always moo!"

"You're nuts!" her little son replied,

"That stuff is all old hat!

"It's wrong for birds to swim; besides,

"It's damned cold on my pratt!"

"Oh, fie!" the mother duck exclaimed,

"You're talking like a fool!"

Up quacked the other ducks and said,

"He's right! We learned in school!"

"Such things must stop!" the mother cried,

"Those hens can't teach such lies!

"For sheer ingratitude and nerve,

"I'm sure this takes the prize!"

But she was wrong, for even then

The hens did thump the tub,

Demanding they be let into

The Duckville Swimming Club.

"But you don't swim!" the ducks exclaimed,

"To join, why should you care?"

"That's not the point!" the hens replied,

"To exclude us isn't fair!"

The younger ducks, who'd been to school,

Agreed right there and then:

"To keep them out is bigotry!

"'Twould just be anti-hen!"

Outnumbered by the younger ducks,

The old ducks soon did lose.

They agreed to let the hens all in,

If they would pay the dues.

That night The Duckville Daily Quack

contained this banner spread:

"Reactionary Ducks Are Licked!

"Duckville Moves Ahead!"

Down at the Duckville Gaiety,

The young set laughed with glee,

At cracks about "old fuddy ducks"

In burlesque repartee.

Next day the hens were at the club.

A petition they'd sent 'round:

They objected to the swimming fund

With fury and with sound.

"You use our dues to fix the pond,

"To keep it neat and trim,

"And this is wrong," they said, "because

"You know we do not swim!"

"God help us all!" cried a wise old duck,

"These chickens have gone mad!

"We'll take this thing to court, by George!

"And justice will be had!"

But when they went up to the judge,

Imagine their dismay!

A chicken-judge decreed that they

A heavy fine must pay!

"Minorities must have their rights!"

The judge declared right then.

"To use hens' dues to fix the pond

"Is very anti-hen!"

Once more The Duckville Daily Quack

Emblazoned 'cross the page:

"Old-Fogey Ducks Refuse to See

"The Great New Coming Age!"

In Duckville's church on Sunday morn,

The preacher spoke these words,

"Discrimination's got to stop!

"Remember, we're all birds!"

The wisest duck in all the town

Sat down in black despair.

"I'll write a book," he thought, "and then

"This madness I will bare!"

"Let swimmers swim, let hoppers hop,

"Let each one go his way.

"Let none coerce a fellow bird!"

Was what he had to say.

"'Twere wrong to force the hens to swim,

"So here's the problem's crux;

"It's just as bad for hens to try

"To chicken-ize our ducks!"

"I can't print that," the printer said,

"Twill put me in a mess!

"My shop is mortgaged to the hens;

"The chickens own my press!"

This worried duck then tried to warn

His friends by speech and pen,

But young ducks fresh from school just jeered.

"He's a vicious anti-hen!"

Now up the stream a little way

Was Gooseville on the lake.

The hens had come to Gooseville too,

But the geese were more awake.

When the hens began to spoil the young,

And Gooseville's laws to flout,

The geese rose up in righteous wrath

And simply threw them out.

Of course you know where they all ran;

On Duckville they converged.

"We've got to take these refugees,"

Was what the hens all urged.

The Duckville Daily Quack declared:

"These geese will stop at naught!

"They plan to conquer all the world!

"Atrocities they've wrought!"

"That's right," the young ducks all agreed,

"We'll help our fellow birds!

"These geese have plans to conquer us!

"We've read the Quack's own words!"

They let the hens from Gooseville in,

The whole bedraggled pack.

And every hen took up a job

On Duckville's Daily Quack!

When Duckville's mayor's term was up,

The Quack put up its duck.

A vain and stupid duck was he,

A veritable cluck!

But when he praised the wild young ducks,

And cursed the evil geese,

The Quack declared he was all wise;

His praise would never cease.

The hens chipped in to help this cluck

Give grain away for free.

The old ducks sadly shook their heads;

The writing they could see.

And, sure enough, this stupid duck,

He was elected mayor.

From this point on, the Duckville ducks,

They never had a prayer.

The mayor said, "Gooseville must go!

"We'll wipe them off the map!"

While Duckville slept, the scheming hens

For Gooseville set a trap.

They called the geese by filthy names;

They filled their pond with sticks.

They helped the weasels catch the geese,

And other hennish tricks.

The geese got mad and threw some rocks.

"It's war!" the Quack announced.

"We ducks must fight those evil geese

"'Till they've been soundly trounced!"

The ducks (who knew not of the tricks

Indulged in by the mayor)

Were filled with patriotic zeal,

And pitched right in for fair!

Now when the ducks had whipped the geese,

The mayor called "Retreat!"

"Our hennish friends should really take

"Gooseville's big main street!"

The hens were back in Gooseville now.

They starved and beat the geese.

They prayed for peace -- but organized

The "Hennish Armed police!"

They drained the Gooseville swimming pond;

They de-goose-ified the schools;

They wrung the neck of Gooseville's mayor

On lately made up rules.

They formed a council of the hens:

"United Birds" the name

The other birds who joined the thing

Did not perceive the game.

No sooner had they set this up,

Then they announced their plan

To seize up Swanville as a home

For all their hennish clan.

They took a vote amongst the hens,

And everyone approved!

"Swanville was for hens!" they said,

"Way back, before we moved."

And so they kicked the swans all out

With Duckville's help and power,

And Duckville couldn't understand

Why swans on them turned sour.

By this time, Duckville was a mess;

The young ducks had gone mad.

They stole and laughed at truth and law;

They went completely bad.

The hens were selling loco weed

In every nasty den.

But ducks who dared to mention this

Were labeled "anti-hen."

The hens all preached of tolerance.

They invoked the Golden Rule,

But they subsidized the indigent,

The greedy, and the fool.

At last the very dumbest ducks

Began to smell a rat.

"This mayor is no good!" they cried,

"And we will soon fix that!"

But the hens had planned for even this;

A candidate they had

Whom even wise old ducks believed

Just never could be bad.

This hen-tool duck had whipped the geese;

A soldier-duck was he.

Although the hens had set him up,

The ducks all thought him free.

This hen-tool duck got elected,

Through ignorance and greed,

Through hennish lies in press and speech,

Through bribes of chicken feed.

The hens now kicked the ducks around

Without a blush of shame,

Until the mayor ran the town

In nothing else but name.

They pumped the swimming pool all dry;

They taught the ducks to crow.

While duckish numbers dwindled,

The hens' began to grow.

The hens stirred up the happy crows

From out the piney wood,

To come and mix with all the ducks

In the name of brotherhood.

Things got so bad that fifty ducks

Who knew of days gone by

Took up their wives and children

And decided that they'd fly.

They flew through storm and tempest;

They froze, and many died.

But on they drove, until, at last,

A lovely lake they spied.

They settled down exhausted,

But soon went straight to work

To build and clear and cultivate.

No danger did they shirk.

Now, after many years of toil,

This little band had grown.

The fields around were full of grain

From seeds that they had sown.

The first ducks now were long since dead;

Their struggles now had ceased.

Through hard work and suffering,

Their joys had been increased.

One day near the entrance gate

There was an awful din;

A hundred hens, all out of breath,

Were begging to come in.

"Oh, let us in!" the poor birds cried,

"Before we do expire!

"'Tis only by the merest inch....

-George Lincoln Rockwell