The Jew Triumphs with the Lie

by Dale Peterson

June 8, 2002

A couple of weeks ago the Chairman of the National Alliance Dr. William Pierce gave a broadcast titled "The Big Lie." He brought some facts to light which I will reiterate in another context, as there is another element to the chutzpah of this Jewish deception that Dr. Pierce reminded me of. For those of you who have not heard this broadcast, I recommend that you wait until reading the text below before proceeding to do so. The way I have set this out is in the form of a short story, so for those of you with the time to read it, I encourage you to get yourself a warm cup of coffee now, and settle down, perhaps with a cigarette, to have a read of this story which starts in the German town of Rheydt in 1897.

Once, back in a saner country in a time which was somewhat saner than the present, there was a White child born whose parents decided to name him Paul Joseph. His Catholic family was already somewhat large, so the young boy received his first name from a Jewish saint, his second name from a Jew family friend who lived two doors down the street, (although he would not stay their friend for long, but that in itself is quite another story). In any case, Joseph was born into this world a cripple, with his right leg three inches shorter than his left, requiring a lifelong brace that he might hobble along with a relatively normal gait. Joseph quickly grew into a bright young boy of intelligence and insight, always the lover of logic and reason, and his high marks in school reflected his subtle mind. Physics and Mathematics were his best subjects, and both he and his father had big plans, for they saw in his future a chance to elevate the family from its rather humble beginnings.

The facility of his mind ensured he matured intellectually rather prematurely, even by the standards of a sane society where, unlike our own, twenty-five-year-old men didn't act worse than toddlers. This early maturation gave him a surer understanding of the fundamental forces behind things; an ability to penetrate to the causes, rather than simply recognizing the effects. But unlike his peers at the age of seventeen, he still had all the fervor and daring that come with adolescence. It was this fervor, this lust for life that sent him running, crying to his room in this year of 1914 when he was told he would not be able to serve, like all the boys that age were, in the army that was being raised to fight like heroes in a great war for the Fatherland. It was the understanding that gave him an unusual empathy with his abler-bodied peers so that he starved himself for several days in an attempt to mimic their privations, that he should not feast while they lived and died on rations at the front.

This mastery Joseph possessed over his mind did not pass by unnoticed by either his teachers or his parents, and as he graduated from his secondary schooling, because of his good marks he was chosen to give the farewell address for his class. As he did, he was filled with fear, and made rather a mess of his prepared speech. Joseph's talents for oratory had not yet surfaced, but as he saw the faces of his classmates as his words took hold of them, the idea that this tool was one worth honing began to take shape within his young mind. Again, because of his marks, it was decided by his parents that he should attend University in the city, an idea that young Joseph did not disagree with.

University life was something new and interesting for Joseph, and he became active in the Catholic fraternity of the school. This allowed him to obtain a loan from a Catholic charity that helped poor Catholic students through school, a loan which in the coming years, would help finance his study. Six years after the end of the soldiers' war, but right after the end of Joseph's studious toil, he finally received his doctorate in German Literature, a merit which was to Joseph a great source of pride. Literature and writing had become his focus in life, as mainly they would stay, so he began work upon a romantic and sentimental novel about a young man; a well-written novel which, as is not infrequent with novels, tended to reflect much of his own present life. Unfortunately for Joseph, however, the Jews that at this period had begun the wholesale domination of the publishing industry, refused to publish his work, citing that it was not in the public taste. That the public taste was being adapted, torn and twisted into a degenerate form by the Jewish claw which had gripped its roots since the end of the war, was obviously taken as inconsequential to their decision.

Joseph was distressed by the rejection of his novel by the Jewish establishment, and equally distressed by the economic turmoil that was rapidly moving forward, like the recessed backwash of a wave over and around the crumbling and degenerating society in which he was living. It became hard, even with his supreme qualification, for the young Doctor to find work. He finally found it in a large Jewish bank, calling out stock prices to the balding, sweaty, overweight Hebrews manning the brokerage department. He toiled away in this repulsive environment for six months, before resigning the job in disgust. Joseph fell into a deep depression and spoke several times of killing himself; only the solitude of his room and writing in his daily journal gave him the hope to carry on.

Logic and rationality were the strengths of this young man, and although his lebenslust had subsided in his mind, probably due to the sick society in which he was expected to live, his ability to think and to reason were unaffected, nay, they were stronger than ever. Philosophically and politically, Joseph was beginning to explore his nation's situation, and after doing so, and realizing he had a profound dislike for the disgusting degeneracy in which the jews had immersed his Germany, he decided to join the NSDAP (National Socialist German Workers' Party). Adolf Hitler was a famed politician, he was a bestselling author, and now he was leader of one of the most powerful political parties in Germany, one which had been founded less than a decade earlier. His book Mein Kampf was sweeping through Germany like a ray of light, cutting through the darkness and snapping to its senses the beings caught in its illuminating glare.

Joseph's educational background and sharp intelligence were quickly recognized by NSDAP officials, and he quickly rose in rank within the political framework of the party. He refined his talent for oratory, and was able to make a living as a major speaker and organizer of party functions and rallies. Half a decade of climbing the rungs within the party and he was made the Gauleiter (District Leader) of Berlin. His lust for the literary arts he now channeled into a city newspaper called Der Angriff, or The Attack. This newspaper, which from the small beginnings of a private printery slowly grew into one of Berlin's largest newspapers, allowed him to finance and expand his district party organization from its original headquarters in a smoky little office on Potsdamer Strasse -- nicknamed "the opium den" because of the combined effect of its lack of ventilation and the tobacco habit of its patrons -- to the grand Leopold Palace in Wilhelmsplatz.

But he wasn't there yet. Germany was still in the midst of a deep depression, while Jewry was thriving. People were wheeling barrow-loads of devalued Reichsmarks to the bakery in order to buy a loaf of bread while purring Jewish presses printed out piles of pornographic publications for the satiations of a sick society infected with a Yiddish parasite. Posters and flyers littered the streets advertising everything from Jewish cosmetics to homosexual hangouts. And all the while this scene was accompanied by the crackling sound of degenerate American jazz music, brought to the ears of the masses of asses by five million radio sets and speakers throughout Germany. Communist gangs of young Jews and leftist red-front hooligans roamed the streets, preying on the old and the weak, and the women not fortunate enough to have a ride or an escort home at night. The only resistance to this decay and degeneracy was Joseph. When the Communists would attack his party members, he had he party members flanked by brown-shirted SA men. When the SA men were attacked, he had them armed with clubs. When they were shot at, he had them armed with rifles. When the Jewish police chief of Berlin decided to have his SA men arrested, he lambasted the rotund, bespectacled Jew in his newspaper, and poked fun at his Jewishness by dubbing him "Isidor," to such a degree of success that within three years there was hardly a man in Berlin who did not believe the police chief's name was "Isidor Weiss." On twenty-eight seperate occasions the police chief Weiss sued Joseph for calling him a Jew, and the judge on each occasion pointed out the fact that it was not libel because Weiss was in fact Jewish.

Berlin held close to a third of all the Jews in Germany, and both Joseph and the local population were exposed to the effects of this. On one hand, it exposed Berlin to an almost unbelievable amount of fraud, degeneracy and perversion, on the other it also made the population of Berlin aware of the Jewish nature, and therefore no stranger to the anti-Semitic platforms of the NSDAP. Joseph became somewhat of an expert at proclaiming these platforms, and Berliners reacted accordingly. On one occasion, he ordered a banner to be hung the length of the offices of his newspaper Der Angriff reading -- in a bold Germanic font -- "The Jew triumphs with the lie and dies with the truth!"

By the time Adolf Hitler came to power in 1933, Joseph was well established in the party, and admired for his work in transforming Berlin from a bastion of the Communists to one of the most strongly-held National Socialist cities. Because of this work, he had found considerable favor with Hitler, and as such was invited to accept to the new post of Reich Minister of Propaganda and Public Enlightenment, as well as the Reich Chamber of Culture which gave him power over the whole of the German film, radio, arts, press, theater, music, and publishing industries. Over the next few years he completed the awakening and mobilization of a nation of people to healthy ideals, time and time again calling for the expulsion of Jews from the Reich. His desire to racially cleanse Germany's racially dirty soil was partially granted in 1935, with the introduction of the Nuremberg Racial Laws which forbid miscegenation, a necessary measure both he and his friend Julius Streicher, the Gauleiter of Franconia, had been demanding. Jews who were not then subjects of the Reich, began to be deported from Germany into its neighboring countries. When Jewry worldwide proposed a boycott of German goods, he in turn proposed that Germans should boycott Jewish products and services. When a renegade Polish Jew, upon learning that his family which had been illegaly staying in Germany had been deported, decided to shoot a German diplomat in France, Joseph retaliated by attacking Jewry in general and this Jew in particular in a fiery oratory to the assembled Gauleiters he gave on the annual party memorial day. What followed, as the agitated Gauleiters telephoned their stormtrooper batallions, is what the Jews like to call Krystallnacht, or "the night of broken glass".

Two years later began the Second World War, and Joseph again had to double the efficiency of his ministry to combat the lies of Jews not just at home, but abroad. Nations were being thrown against his, and his words motivated the millions of farmers, bakers, peasants, and working men to arms, to fight for the existence of a greater German state such as had existed before its betrayal by Jews and their stooges during the First World War, and the pillage of Germany and her economy afterwards. The battle he fought against these eternal enemies of the truth outside Germany now was no less a monumental one than that he fought against those inside Germany in years previous. He would often reminisce with old party comrades and friends about the days when he, as Gauleiter of Berlin, took on one of the most Judaified cities in Europe, and won.

But nevertheless, in the end when the final battle had drawn to a close and the last shots rang out over the European wasteland, his earlier victory was for naught in light of the catastrophic destruction of the better part of Europe, and the slaughter and rapine of its population by hordes of Communist brutes from the East, with American Negro soldiers mopping up many of the women who counted themselves lucky that they did not fall into Soviet hands. And in those final days and weeks of battle, in the Reichchancellery bunker in Berlin Joseph sat, along with his wife, his six children, and the German Führer Adolf Hitler. The war had taken its toll on the now visibly aged and ill Führer, his Generals had betrayed him, some of his closest associates had either surrendered to the enemy, making sure to pack their suitcases and iron their gala uniforms, or attempted negotiation with the enemy behind his back. In the opposite room sat Joseph, the little doctor, still one of Hitler's loyalest supporters to the end. On the morning of the first day of May, 1945, Adolf Hitler presented to his secretaries his prepared Political Testament, three copies of which were to be made and sent out to secure locations. In this Testament, Adolf Hitler appointed as his successor as Chancellor not the baroque and ostentatious Goering, who he summarily expelled from the party, and not Himmler, who suffered a similar fate for his negotiations behind Hitler's back, but Joseph. Joseph's principality was at its peak a dominion which stretched several blocks each way in either direction of the East-West axis where battles were being fought street-by-street between murderous Soviet bolsheviks and what remained of the weary, defeated and demoralized Wehrmacht, fighting bravely for each inch of land for as it was, their capital, their fatherland. For three days he exercised control over this dominion, this Germany, until on the night of the third of May, he arranged to have an SS doctor inject his sleeping children with poison and sent them quietly off to sleep. His wife and himself, Dr. Paul Joseph Goebbels, had an SS orderly shoot them both in the back of the head several minutes later, in a burned-out crater in the Reichchancellery garden.

He was a man who once bore the slogan "The Jew triumphs with the lie and dies with the truth." Remember that the next time you hear some kike intimating that Goebbels was the "Master of the Big Lie," and so on. As Dr. Pierce pointed out a couple of weeks ago, the passage from which this is taken is from Hitler's Mein Kampf and instead of proclaiming this strategy as a useful tool for manipulating the public, as the phrase is now universally taken, he was warning the public about the danger of the Jews using this strategy. It is, though, somewhat ironic that they should draw a man like Dr Goebbels into their fallacy, a man who proclaimed that slogan which is even truer today than it was back in the 1920s:

THE JEW TRIUMPHS WITH THE LIE AND DIES WITH THE TRUTH


DALE PETERSON

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