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Their Nature and Ours
by Marc Moran
I watched one of those nature videos the other night with my son, because
regular TV is a no-no in our home. This one was about a pride of lions who
looked pretty lazy and stupid, but when the dik-dik was on the hoof, they
were able to put the pedal to the metal. It was not a study of motives or
philosophy, it was pure unadulterated nature, the real thing with crunchy
bones and sticky blood. You don't want to know how the dik-dik did. It was
the purest exhibition of survival versus debate. All action, no thought. You
could tell by the way they scrunched their bodies up close to the deck,
tails twitching and lips licking. They weren't thinking about the nobility
or the inherent value of the dik-dik beyond the calories it would provide.
Check this out: Every time and I mean every time someone on "our" side
commits an offense, from using the "n" word to engaging in chat room debates
that seem intolerant, the commissars of correctness swoop down like vultures
to pick and gag at the flesh of the offenders, all the while shrieking in
incoherent cacophony about the inseparability of thought and action.
An abortion clinic is bombed, it’s those damned Christians and their holier-than-thou rhetoric that lit the fuse. A PCP-addled felon leads police on a
high-speed chase through residential neighborhoods until he is eventually
stopped and nightsticked into grudging submission, it’s the institutional
racism of the police department that is held accountable.
Gays bugger their young charges in a pup tent at the annual Jamboree and
it’s the homophobic attitude of heterosexuals that blows the whole thing out
of proportion.
Is any of this making sense?
Of course it isn’t. It’s war, and as they say, the first casualty in war is
truth.
I have long been under the impression that war was a thing that was waged on
battlefields. Hell, I’ve been on a couple of them myself and to be honest
with you I didn’t see many activists in bandanas picketing the activities.
They always seem to prefer the safety of large numbers and patchouli oil
aromatherapy to actual combat. Not that I blame them. In my dotage I am
beginning to list starboard myself, preferring the calm of the library to
smacking someone in the face with an entrenching tool because I’m low on
ammo. Of course there are those who will take umbrage at the violent imagery
of my language. To them I say, talk to my government. They are the ones who
taught me. As a side note: I should be a tad more careful, the next time a
leftist turns up dead with an e-tool in his skull, I’m the next Eric
Rudolph. That's why I had a video camera implanted in my forehead and it
runs, like the one in State Police cars, 24/7. Of course it’s nearly
impossible to use sarcasm on someone when he has no sense of humor. Ask
the FBI guy who is reading this because I am now on his
ultra-double-super-secret hate watch list. I bet he just looked over his
shoulder when he read the last sentence.
"Uh, how did he know I was reading this?"
The problem as I now see it, is that the war is everywhere. New Jersey today
is no different from Dresden in ’45. We’re under bombardment, day in, day
out, with the heavy-handedness of a Stalinist purge. Say what you want about
the government’s account of the number of immigrants that have come to
America in the past ten years, I have two eyes. I can’t take twenty bucks
out of the MAC Machine without answering the question "English o Espanol?"
This in a town where the only Spanish anyone knows is "pizza." Every morning
I stop at a Quick-Chek in one of the Whitest areas left in the state, and the
ratio of dark to light in the coffee line is 1:1, the great majority of
whom rarely exchange a word of English. I know, I know, a lot of them are
hard working, so was John Wayne Gacy, but I don’t use such lame criteria
when it comes to deciding who gets to be a citizen. The problem isn’t that
they come here to nap, folks, it’s that they come here at all. When they do
come they cost us far more than we receive in revenues from them. And that’s
according to our own government and you know what big fat liars they are.
Let’s try a little linear thinking. Ask yourself, or better yet, a liberal, why he thinks immigrants flood our shores. You'll usually get one of two responses: either 'because they want to be a part of the American Dream,' i.e., they want more money, which they
promptly send back to Mudville; or, and this is my favorite, because we're the
easiest place to dismantle, Would you want to live where, (pick-one) Ali,
Carlos, Ubnigege, ShAkItnee or Mohammed comes from?
No, of course not and that’s why I am an American. I’ve been to more than a
few of those places and believe you me, you wouldn’t want to live there
either. But you may get your chance if you don’t wake up and smell the
Kaffir. You see folks, the problem, in plain English, is not the physical
location of your country. People aren’t bankrupted, homicidal Marxists
because they live below the 40th parallel. They are bankrupted, homicidal
Marxists because that is their nature. You could import the entire
infrastructure of the U.S. -- buildings, dams, highways, schools, institutions,
money and documents -- and in less time than it takes to say "Olé!" you would
have a third-world Marxist regime filled with diseased, poverty-ridden, low-IQ’ed, lawnmower men and their fertile wives. The only observable difference
would be the number of gold braids on the big kahunas' uniform. If you doubt
me do some research on Rhodesia or South Africa and read the stats on those
formerly well-run by Whites who have since been slaughtered to near
extinction because of the color of their skin hell-holes. You can’t change
the nature of people because IT’S THEIR NATURE, STUPID!
Hey, I thought liberals were huge fans of Nature. How is that whenever
‘nature’ tears a gaping hole in their hull, they pretend it’s the
ship-builder's fault? Because they know that people will believe it, if they
just keep saying it, over and over and over in a high-pitched, screechy,
whiny voice. You see, if you move every single Ecuadoran peasant to New
Jersey, you won’t wind up with several million more New Jerseyans, you’ll
just wind up with a little Ecuador in N.J. When they get tired of living
twelve to a room in the local church rectory, while you and your wife live in
five bedroom, two-and-a-half bath splendor, you can bet your posterity that
the local Shining Path won’t be another term for the new sidewalk at the
elementary school. Every morning as I go to work I see how these guys march
around in little squads with leaf-blower back-packs, scoping out alternate
fields of fire for the day when we become the minority. Those who choose to
poo-poo this line of reasoning should read, "How the West Was Won." I am
sure that when the first wagon loads of "White-Eyes" rolled onto the
prairie, some good natured squaw in the big teepee remarked to her
disgruntled husband, "Mellow out. After all, they’re hard workers."
The biggest problem today with explaining why you would like to live in an
all-White America with White ideals and corresponding institutions that go
along with it, is the fact that no one seems to be aware that this kind of
world ever existed. We’re told so often and so convincingly that we are a
nation of (multi-cultural, multi-racial) immigrants, that most people assume
it’s true. After all, why would anyone lie about that? It makes you wonder
why they don’t get puzzled looks whenever they come across an old Life
magazine at the flea market and see all the White faces. "Where is that?"
they must ask themselves, "Iceland?" I remember it, but that is due, in no
small part, to the fact that we killed our television and began reading in
earnest. I know that someone like Rosie O’Donnell has reached more people
with her opinions and philosophies than, say, Thomas Jefferson, but it
doesn’t make them valid, just omnipresent. If you really believe that Rosie
O’Donnell is a good parent, or has anything to offer the debate beyond TV
trivia and celebrity fawning, then stop reading what I write, because we are
never going to agree.
So here we are, right back where we started. We are at war. As far as I can
tell the enemy certainly isn’t Osama or Saddam, although if either of them
moves to New Jersey, he’ll make my list. The enemy are those who slaughter
and burn, bomb and maul, rape, rob and hijack the truth. The enemy is the
advocate for gun control who tries to convince the masses that George
Washington preferred large governments with standing armies, only he couldn’t
raise them at the time, so they put the militia line in there specifically to
restrict gun ownership by individuals, and after all, big government was
what the founding fathers were all about, right? The enemy is the guy who
tells you Lincoln didn’t mean what Lincoln said, again and again, about
Whites and Blacks, that it was all ‘code-speak’ to get around those who
would have disagreed with his hidden policy for a Kumbaya America where all
the races could mix it up in loving, utopian bliss. The enemy is the
schoolteacher who has your 9-year-old kid study the Holocaust, but avoids
American history because it might affect how some students "feel about
themselves." The enemy is the reporter who cannot write an article about
White racial awareness without asking the ADL what it is that these "hate
groups" really mean and how we can help to stamp out the threat of White
hegemony and what we can do to limit their freedom of speech, because after
all it is "hate" speech and there is no place for "hate." Hate, hate, hate.
Hatey hater, hate, hate.
The enemy are the people who will shriek bloody
murder if someone passes out a leaflet suggesting that anyone who breaks the laws of the land by sneaking across an undefended border under cover of darkness to steal a job to send money back to a foreign country to finance the travel of still more illegals
ought to be deported post-haste, while at the same time they try to calmly explain to you that the 21-year-old Scout leader who buggered your 17-year-old son is not really
a homosexual, but a pedophile, and that most pedophiles are heterosexual, and
heterosexuals are more likely to be wife beaters, so there is no reason to
prevent homosexuals from being scout leaders because it is better to be a
homosexual than a pedophile, although there has been some compelling
evidence recently that pedophiles actually are beneficial to those they rape
and that maybe we ought to be a little more tolerant unless you don’t agree
with them in which case you will not be tolerated and are you confused
enough to give up and let them have their way yet or do they have to hold
their breath and kick their feet?
I don’t know about you, but my head hurts just writing this stuff. Imagine
what it’s like to think this way.
That, my friends, is called a battle of attrition and battles make a war.
They win, not because they can take us on the field, e-tool to e-tool, but
because we can’t stay awake long enough to understand what the hell they are
talking about, as if they have a point to begin with. Remember, a sleepy
soldier is not much different than a gimp-legged dik-dik.
I am all in favor of nature taking its course, and in this case I believe it
will.
War is a part of our nature and nature, regardless of how unpleasant it
seems, is not to be denied.
I just hope that we’re the lions.
So if you’ve learned anything today, don’t be a dik-dik.
MARC MORAN
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