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” Meanwhile Lebanese Falangists murder fellow Lebs. Northern Italians hate southern. … ”

All those people are not the same. Many Northern Italians are white, but many Southern Italians genetically are Arabs/Dahlits.

There was a time when it was usual to call the Germans `profound’, and this was meant as a term of distinction: now, when the most successful type of the new Germanism thirsts after quite different honours and perhaps feels that anything profound lacks `dash’, it is almost timely and patriotic to doubt whether that commendation of former days was not founded on self-deception: whether German profundity is not at bottom something different and worse – and something which, thanks be to God, one is on the verge of successfully getting rid o£ Let us therefore try to learn anew about German profundity: all that is required is a little vivisection of the German soul. – The German soul is above all manifold, of diverse origins, put together and superimposed rather than actually constructed: the reason for that is its source. A German who would make bold to say `two souls, alas, within my bosom dwell’ would err very widely from the truth, more correctly he would fall short of the truth by a large number of souls. As a people of the most tremendous mixture and mingling of races, perhaps even with a preponderance of the pre-Aryan element, as the `people of the middle’ in every sense, the Germans are more incomprehensible, more comprehensive, more full of contradictions, more unknown, more incalculable, more surprising, even more frightening to themselves than other peoples are – they elude definition and are for that reason alone the despair of the French. It is characteristic of the Germans that the question `what is German?’ never dies out among them. Kotzebue certainly knew his Germans well enough: `we are known’ they cried to him jubilantly but Sand too thought she knew them. Jean Paul knew what he was doing when he declared himself incensed by Fichte’s mendacious but patriotic flatteries and exaggerations – but it is likely that Goethe thought otherwise of the Germans than jean Paul did, even though he agreed with him about Fichte.
What Goethe really thought of the Germans? – But there were many things round him about which he never expressed himself clearly and his whole life long he knew how to maintain a subtle silence – he had no doubt good reason. What is certain is that it was not `the Wars of Liberation’ which made him look up more cheerfully, any more than it was the French Revolution – the event on account of which he rethought his Faust, indeed the whole problem of `man’, was the appearance of Napoleon. There exist statements by Goethe in which, as if he was from another country, he condemns with impatient severity that which the Germans take pride in: the celebrated German Gemüt he once defined as `indulgence of others’ weaknesses, and one’s own’. Was he wrong? – it is characteristic of the Germans that one is seldom wholly wrong about them. The German soul has corridors and interconnecting corridors in it there are caves, hiding-places, dungeons in it; its disorder possesses much of the fascination of the mysterious; the German is acquainted with the hidden paths to chaos. And as everything loves its symbol, the German loves clouds and all that is obscure, becoming, crepuscular, damp and dismal: the uncertain, unformed, shifting, growing of every kind he feels to be `profound’. The German himself is not, he is becoming, he is `developing’. `Development’ is thus the truly German discovery and lucky shot in the great domain of philosophical formulas – a ruling concept which, in concert with German beer and German music, is at work at the Germanization of all Europe. Foreigners are astonished and drawn by the enigmas which the contradictory nature at the bottom of the German soul propounds to them (which Hegel reduced to a system and Richard Wagner finally set to music). `Good-natured and malicious’ – such a juxtaposition, nonsensical in respect of any other people, is unfortunately too often justified in Germany: you have only to live among Swabians for a while! The ponderousness of the German scholar, his social insipidity, gets on frightfully well with an inner rope-walking and easy boldness before which all the gods have learned fear. If you want the `German soul’ demonstrated ad oculos, you have only to look into German taste, into German arts and customs: what boorish indifference to ‘taste’! How the noblest and the commonest here stand side by side! How disorderly and wealthy this whole psychical household is! The German drags his soul, he drags everything he experiences. He digests his events badly, he is never ‘done’ with them; German profundity is often only a sluggish ‘digestion’. And just as all chronic invalids, all dyspeptics, have an inclination for comfort, so the German loves ‘openness’ and ‘uprightness’: how comfortable it is to be open and upright! Perhaps it is the most dangerous and successful disguise the German knows how to use today, this confiding, accommodating, cards-on-the-table German honesty: it is his real Mephistophelean art, with its aid he can ‘still go far’! The German lets himself go, and as he does so he gazes out with true blue empty German eyes – and other countries at once confound him with his dressing-gown! – I meant to say: whatever ‘German profundity’ may be – and when we are quite by ourselves we shall perhaps permit ourselves to laugh at it? we would do well to hold its appearance and good name in respect henceforth too and not to sell former old reputation as the profound nation too cheaply for Prussian ‘dash’ and Berlin wit and sand. It is clever for a people to be considered, to get itself considered, profound, clumsy, good-natured, honest, not clever: it might even be – profound! Finally: one ought not to be ashamed of one’s own name -it is not for nothing one is called das ‘tiusche’ Volk, das Täusche-Volk . . .

What a torment books written in German are for him who has a third earl How disgustedly he stands beside the slowly turning swamp of sounds without resonance, of rhythms that do not dance, which the Germans call a ‘book’! Not to mention the German who reads books! How lazily, how reluctantly, how badly he reads! How many Germans know, or think they ought to know, that there is art in every good sentence – art that must be grasped if the sentence is to be understood! A misunderstanding of its tempo, for example: and the sentence itself is misunderstood! That one must be in no doubt about the syllables that determine the rhythm, that one should feel the disruption of a too-severe symmetry as intentional and as something attractive, that one should lend a refined and patient ear to every staccato, every rubato, that one should divine the meaning in the sequence of vowels and diphthongs and how delicately and richly they can colour and recolour one another through the order in which they come: who among book-reading Germans has sufficient goodwill to acknowledge such demands and duties and to listen to so much art and intention in language? In the end one simply `has no ear for it’: and so the greatest contrasts in style go unheard and the subtlest artistry is .squandered as if on the deaf. – These were my thoughts when I noticed how two masters of the art of prose were clumsily and unsuspectingly confused with one another: one from whom words fall cold and hesitantly as from the roof of a damp cavern – he calculates on the heavy dullness of their sound and echo – and another who handles his language like a supple blade and feels from his arm down to his toes the perilous delight of the quivering, over-sharp steel that wants to bite, hiss, cut. How little German style has to do with sound and the ears is shown by the fact that precisely our good musicians write badly. The German does not read aloud, does not read for the ear, but merely with his eyes: he has put his ears away in the drawer. In antiquity, when a man read – which he did very seldom – he read to himself aloud, and indeed in a loud voice; it was a matter for surprise if someone read quietly, and people secretly asked themselves why he did so. In a loud voice: that is to say, with all the crescendos, inflections, variations of tone and changes of tempo in which the ancient public world took pleasure. In those days the rules of written style were the same as those of spoken style; and these rules depended in part on the astonishing development, the refined requirements of ear and larynx, in part on the strength, endurance and power of ancient lungs. A period is, in the sense in which the ancients understood it, above all a physio­logical whole, inasmuch as it is composed by a single breath. Periods such as appear with Demosthenes or Cicero, rising twice and sinking twice and all within a single breath: these are delights for men of antiquity, who knew from their own schooling how to value the virtue in them, the rarity and difficulty of the delivery of such a period – the have really no right to the grand period, we moderns, we who are short of breath in every sense! For these ancients were one and all themselves dilettantes in rhetoric, consequently connoisseurs, consequently critics – and so they drove their orators to extremes; in the same way as, in the last century, when all Italians and Italiennes knew how to sing, virtuosity in singing (and therewith also the art of melody -) attained its height with them. In Germany, however, there was (until very recently, when a kind of platform eloquence began shyly and heavily to flap its young wings) really but one species of public and ,fairly artistic oratory: that from the pulpit. The preacher was the only one in Germany who knew what a syllable, what a word weighs, how a sentence strikes, rises, falls, runs, runs to an end, he alone had a conscience in his ears, often enough a bad conscience: for there is no lack of reasons why it is precisely the German who rarely achieves proficiency in oratory, or almost always achieves it too late. The masterpiece of German prose is therefore, as is to be expected, the masterpiece of its great preacher: the Bible has been the best German book hitherto. Compared with Luther’s Bible almost everything else is merely `literature’ – a thing that has not grown up in Germany and therefore has not taken and does not take root in German hearts: as the Bible has done.

Saying that Great Britain (or the English) is more German than Germany is inaccurate, of course.

1) British Have Changed Little [genetically] Since Ice Age, i.e. before Germanic invasions
http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2005/07/0719_050719_britishgene.html

2) Extensive racial mixing with East Indians brought the Hemoglobin D disdorder to Great Britain and Ireland:

Hemoglobin D is a genetically transmitted blood disorder which originated on the Indian sub-continent, and which spread to England, Scotland and Ireland during the colonial period when many soldiers – Englishmen, Scots and Irishmen – took Indian wives back to their homelands.
http://www.stormfront.org/whitehistory/hgd.htm

Additionally, it is also false to assert that East Germans are nothing more than Germanized Western Slavs, as one particularly aggressive anti-German commenter said:

Genetic differentiation follows political borders in Europe: Y-chromosome variation in Poland and Germany

M Kayser et al.

“To test for human population substructure within Europe we have investigated Y chromosome diversity using seven microsatellites and ten binary markers in samples from eight regionally distributed populations from Poland (n = 913) and eleven from Germany (n = 1215). Based on both marker systems we observed statistically significant genetic differentiation between all Polish and all German regional populations but also genetic homogeneity within each of the two neighboring geographic regions.
http://dienekes.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_dienekes_archive.html

In conclusion, to say that Germans aren’t Germanic is politically-motivated nonsense aimed at slandering Germans.

“Southerners tend to be obsessed with the north, whereas notherners seldom ponder the South.”

With a comment like that, it makes me think someone has been watching too much Bill Maher. This form of elitism towards us Southrons, both here in the states and abroad, does not accomplish anything. I fear the day after our victory day when people have this sort of complex.

“Bible Flushing” Is Miserable Idea–Much Advocated By Jews, Actually
(Apollonian, 11 Jun 06)

“Zoroastro,” u’re a dualistic moron. Bible “flushing” was done in two historical episodes, among others, and what transpired? In French Revolution, no particular good came of it, neither then in the Jew-bolshevik revolution in Russia whence millions of white Russians and Christians were ruthlessly murdered.

I’d rather say the still-prevalent heresy known as “Judeo-Christianity” (JC–see Whtt.org) is far more the greater problem, deluding the minds of so many goyim and gentiles.

Bible flushing also happened in Mexico early in 20th century, then also much in Spain by Jew-communist “Republicans.” Bible “flushing” is much advocated and attempted by Jews who essentially want to do same here in US replacing Bible with cheap popular religion of holohoax.

So if u want to “flush” Bible, what then do u say about Judaic Talmud? Isn’t the Talmud the actual problem?–or not? Tell us ur great information pls. Did u know New Testament (NT) is absolute antithesis of Talmud?–what do u have to say about it? U need a leg to stand on, an argument, by way of proving u have anything of real patriot substance to offer for information.

CONCLUSION: “Flushing” Bible is miserable advice and plan; u suck, “Zoroastro,” u dualistic fool. What we rather need is more rationalistic, more overtly and self-assured antisemitic Christian aesthetic to stand up to such as the presumptuous (to say the least) false religion of holohoax. Ck for more of my essays on NewNation.org under “commentary.” Honest elections and death to the Fed. Apollonian

For anyone who may “think” the disrespectful cunt named “tpo” knows his ass from a hole in the ground, as per David Duke:

“I have many German friends and I could never dismiss the crucial battles fought by the Teutonic knights in protecting Western Europe from historical invasions of the Mongol hordes. But with all due respect and reverence to the Germans, it is not Germany who has most earned the moniker, Bulwark to the East, for the Russians fought a hundred battles in defense of European mankind over the centuries for every one fought by the Teutons.

And now, in some ways they take the lead in this fight for our European Genotype all over the world. All of us must feel quite humbled to be here. We must also send our hopes that your President and his successors will resist the non-Russian powers of nihilism and deracination and that of the traditional anti-Russian, alien power that has always threatened Mother Russia. May he lead this great nation to its vital role as a prime defender of not only the Russian ethnicity but defender of European and American interests wherever we may dwell.”

It is a bit annoying that Alex should emulate the ‘Humourless German’ stereotype, of ‘not getting it’ that the Brits, and the English especially, love to wind people up- See how Brit soldiers rag American ones as colonials, cowboys or over Vietnam-as in arses kicked by gooks- The Irish, Scots. The French and Italians especially, and each other- southerners-V- northeners etc.
Possibly Alex is demonstrating some higher- Germanic humour, that ‘we dumb Brits’ ‘don’t get’?

But the (apparrent) blinkered view of what is essentially gutter press reports of excessive zeal and sillinesss, in a sport which attracts the silliest and most boorish people, also ignores the more favourable comparison with non yob sports.

Formula 1 motor racing for example: A sport which- unlike football, remains a white, man’s sport. (despite Michael Schumacher’s truly idiotic attempt some years back to court press ‘PC’ popularism, and introduce the first nig into it in the form of his negroid ‘guru’ which -as I predicted then- went ape soon after and had to be put down or something)

British and English, fans of this sport are just as keen as their soccer counterparts, but never engage in WW2 stuff, even though the long era of British driver dominance has ended and the (above) German has reigned supreme for years.

After reading all the posts, I can see how some Brits would take offense to the generalization of being condemned of hating the Germans. Question: Who started the hatred against Germany because the jews didn’t succeed in taking over the country? Hitler was too strong for them, and the jews are angry. This we know. Besides, this is the kind of tactic the jews do and want – to divide and conquer nations and cause hatred and disputes between countries. Isn’t this want we are trying to avoid as White volk? I think we need to better understand how far and wide the jews’ hatred and revenge has progressed their domination over nations before general attacks and assumptions are made.

Maybe there is some truth that some Whites have fallen to the jew’s idea of conflict and hatred from one country to another, but I think we need to have a correct perspective on who has started the problem to begin with instead of generalizing the hatred between two original White nations. As far as conflict between nations in the sports arena, isn’t this child’s play? I probably would be concerned if the flaming and attacks from one White nation to another continues in a fashion as to be a nasty trend. If this sort of ill mannerism continues, then the audience, team players, and the media need to be carefully looked at and scrutinized, not the general population.

and most brits have alot of respect for the germans.we have simalarities.a sense of humour.and also a deep sense of honour and loyalty.i served in germany in the 70s.and tons of respect for them.and yes im an english fan.

Well, my old man (USAF propaganda plane navigator) always said that we (U.S.) fought on the wrong side in WWII.

But then again, he was a southerner and not particularly of German descent. What the hell did he know?

A lot, that’s what. But then he was educated, and unlike some veterans, didnt think much of talking about the war or going to veterans roundups.

I think more folks are aware these days, but it didnt seem to be that way a few decades ago. As Yankeeism (read: modern liberalism) spreads south and elsewhere, more sensible thought also goes other places. It is a slow process. But, it is heartwarming to see the south and southern climes ‘speaking truth to power’ regarding the immivasion.

Nothing personal against germans or german-americans, but it wasnt just irish conscripts that wore blue in the civil war. A couple of my co-workers are of serious german descent. I routinely send them info an articles regarding the war, immivasion and racial matters. One “gets” it. The other is still quite swayed by war propaganda, and thinks that Zarqawi’s death is meaningful. And that burying him wrapped in bacon will “teach them a lesson”.

That’s easy when Shaq is allowed to charge at will.

English people were always way too kind, naive and ingeneous in regards to the judeo shape-shifting vipers. So, what you said G. Morris, is very true. And the fact that they never woke up to the fact was their tragic undoing.