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Movie Review: 'Of Unknown Origin'
by William Anderson
26 April 2005
"Everywhere, where rats appear, they bring annihilation, destroy man-made things and places as well as food. In this manner they spread diseases like plague, lepra, typhus, cholera, dysentery, etc. They are cunning, cowardly and cruel and act mostly in huge crowds. Just like the jews in mankind." -- Joseph Goebbels
The rat has long been employed as a symbol of the jewish problem, and why not? They both live as parasites among humans, and jews even resemble rats with their beady eyes, long noses and plump, hairy bodies. Jews have moved into our formerly White countries and done their utmost to destroy everything our ancestors devoted their lives to creating. Just like rats. And this brings us to our movie, "Of Unknown Origin."
Bart Hughes (Peter Weller) is a Wall Street WASP on the climb. He's got a loving wife (Shannon Tweed, in her first role) and son and lives in a posh brownstone he's renovated himself. At work he's starting on a big project that could earn him a promotion. He's worked very hard to get his slice of the American Dream. His life is pretty good. But Bart has a rat problem.
A large sewer rat has moved into his home. The trouble starts with a flooded kitchen. Something went wrong with the dishwasher and the super from the next building (Louis Del Grande) thinks it's a rat. Bart doesn't think much of it. It's only a rat, after all, right? He baits some traps, scatters them around the house and goes about his business. But the traps don't work, and the rat continues to destroy the home Bart so lovingly (and expensively) restored. Next he tries poison, but that doesn't work, either. Bart starts to lose control, and his work suffers.
Bart's problem is that he doesn't take the rat seriously as a threat and, like upper-class Whites everywhere, wants to be rid of what he considers a nuisance so he can get back to making money. But the rat isn't a nuisance, and it isn't going away. It thinks it's home.
Men like Bart Hughes used to be on top of the world. Life was dinner parties, stock options and two vacations a year for as far as they could see. But some rats moved into the picture and, just like Bart Hughes and his monstrous rodent, the WASPs didn't take them seriously. There were some problems, of course, but they just couldn't believe those funny little people with their skullcaps and ringlets could be up to such mischief. Well, they didn't want to believe, anyway. That would mean the WASP elite would have to do something, and that might get in the way of the next leveraged buyout.
So the rats went about their business. They left their rat droppings on the public school system here, they gnawed holes in the Mexican border there, and they spawned legions of black and brown offspring in the cities. Soon, the Whites couldn't even recognize their own country anymore, and so it is with Bart Hughes in his brownstone.
[Box cover here.]
Lapdog of the Devil
When the rat becomes ever more aggressive and violent, Bart finally recognizes he is in a war, and only one of them is getting out alive. But this is going to be one bitch of a battle because, just like the jews, the rat is almost always a few steps ahead of Bart. As the super puts it, in an aside that serves as a wonderful illumination of the jew-Aryan conflict, "You know what's the matter with you? You don't realize that maybe you're spending 20 percent of your time thinking about him…but he's spending 100 percent of his time figuring out ways to outsmart you…'cause he's a rat. He's got nuthin' better to do."
The jews have us figured out, all right. Understanding human psychology is the jewish specialty. Hell, they invented it. This is how they've duped, swindled and made us chase our own tails for almost all of recorded history. They currently have the White West on a death spiral of guilt and self-destruction that can only lead to our erasure from Earth, all from expertly manipulating us. They understand Whites because they made it their business to understand us, and the only way to destroy them is to understand them.
Bart is a great detail man, and he makes it his business to understand the rat. Through research he becomes a kind of walking encyclopedia of rat lore. In an amazing scene, Bart gives an impromptu lecture on the biology of rats at an upper-class dinner party. He gets so carried away he doesn't stop even when the other guests start becoming disturbed and visibly nauseous. Note to future WN directors: This is the right way to insert expository dialogue. Still, it's too bad he couldn't have slipped something like this into his diatribe, from the Third Reich-era magazine Unser Wille und Weg [Our Wills and Way]:
"Just like rats, the jews 2,000 years ago moved from the Middle East to Egypt, at that time a flourishing land. Even then they had all the criminal traits they display today, even then they were the enemies of hard-working, creative peoples. In large hordes they migrated from there to the "Promised Land," flooded the entire Mediterranean region, broke into Spain, France and southern Germany, then followed the German colonists as they moved into the countries of the East. Along the way they remained eternal parasites, haggling and cheating."
Bart understands he will probably lose his job and destroy the home he worked so hard to renovate during the course of the war, but he knows this vermin has got to be destroyed. When he's convinced of the gravity of the situation he puts everything on the line for victory, eventually strapping on a miner's helmet and protective gear and stalking the rat with a spiked baseball bat. The West has a rat problem, too: twelve million of them that need extermination. All we have to do to win is treat it as the war it is.
Postscript: It's always been a bit surprising to see Hymiewood make films with rats as villains, considering the anti-semitic "baggage" of the theme. I'm sure the jews are aware of it. The allure of box office shekels must be too strong. Of course, they're also convinced of the ignorance of the American viewing audience and, like Bart's rat, they think they're home and can do as they please. Let's prove them wrong.
WILLIAM ANDERSON
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