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O’Shea wrote: “Hitler used the exact same tack with the Czechs and Poles at the beginning of his rampage. These peaceful peoples were not portrayed as an easy mark for the German war machine – no, they were a threat to the Fatherland itself.”

Did O’Shea quote this from the Jew Bernays or did he think up this lie himself? There was no “German war machine” bent on taking over the world. There is no doubt Germans were being mistreated and even killed in both Poland and the Sudetenland. What would we do if our Volk were be getting killed by Mexicans? Recall that almost caused Mexico and Pancho Villa to get militarily crushed if the Judeo-Communist goddamn film industry hadn’t dissuaded an ignorant American public and its president. Get a clue, dumbass.

Furthermore, this article is best understood as simply how kikes suggest their fellow propagandists pull things over on the dumb Goyim. They use marketing and advertising and all mass media to sell whatever kind of snake oil they wish, including the invasion of Iraq.

From an Aryan perspective, it is NOT propaganda in the sense of honest, race-defensive, persuasive rhetoric put out by Dr Goebbels and those oh-so-all-evil Nazis.

O’Shea’s usually a waste of time and proves it once again, imho.

“Goebbels was developing the popular rationale he would use to convince the Germans that in order to purify their race they had to kill 6 million of the impure.”

The Germans! ;-)

Never post anything that is unconvincing to the sympathetic.

Never fold up in the face of criticism.

And on the lighter side…never trust a chiropractor like O’Shea (a nod to Mencken).

Genuflecting to Jews, whether the Pope in his yarmulke or publishers in New York and Baltimore was de rigeur before Mencken was so old and fat that his “hoof” gave out. (See Mencken & Sara: A Life in Letters, edited by Marian Elizabeth Rodgers, “McGraw”-Hill (1987), from my bookshelf). Those two really should have had offspring.

So, okay:
6. Never waste bandwidth preaching to the choir.
7. Stand your ground.
8. Never waste bandwidth on knowing & willful friendly fire.

I know: In the old days, when they had just invented the Shoot/Don’t Shoot exercise, that automatically froze a 16 mm movie when the report from the blank in your gun went off, I invariably was exonerated for having had a clear head-shot opportunity. People like us must be publicly shotgunned by the Equalizer General (Kurt Vonnegut, Welcome to the Monkey House). Before the genre in which race-mixer Clint Eastwood pretended to be Dirty Harry. Before Lon Horuchi, skull fragments, and civil liability were a legitimate concern. But we’re grown-up now, and have the experience of 20/20 hindsight, right? Energy spent on pseudo-intellectual and macho public posturing is better invested in un-doing what my generation allowed to happen, when we invented the two-paycheck life and daycare. This is not an age in which to indulge in “politely [tearing] each other to shreds in the public prints,” this is a time to worry less about our image and each other’s feelings in civil forums and get to work offing the real enemy. I’m getting too old to do it and apologize for my legacy to you young, aggressive men. Don’t put me in a nursing home to be cared-for by oppressed people: Shoot me.

But maybe a year ago, I posted Mencken on chiropractors and comments on the VNN forum. I read Mencken, when I was a young man, a time when you could still sit on a plastic bus seat visiting San Francisco without wondering if some hardy new bug was going to crawl inside and waste you: http://www.bopsecrets.org/rexroth/sf/1964.htm

“A new edition of H.L. Mencken’s American Language just showed up for review. It is an abridgment in one volume of the fourth edition and the two succeeding supplements, done by Raven McDavid and David Maurer. The editors have brought the text up to date. Chapters on slang, dialects, jargon and counter words, new words in conventional usage, the influence of American speech on British, all reflect current usage, as of 1963.

“Better still, the editors have a special talent for catching the old master’s turn of phrase. Their additions, set off by brackets, flow on, an integral part of Mencken’s own style.

“I suppose, as a critic, I have read every edition of this book since it came out. This time I picked it up idly, just to see what the new editors had done with it, and two days later discovered that I had reread it all. It is still as absorbing as the best detective story.

“Why? I already know all the information it has to give. In fact, certain specialized lingos, of jazz, of the Beats, of the old IWW, of beggars and hoboes, of the gay world, and also many facts about the penetration of Americanisms into French and English, I know more about than the new editors, or at least more than they have chosen to impart. Furthermore, the subject itself is a bit of a bore in 1964. The battle for American is long since won. What makes the book so hypnotically enchanting is simply Mencken.

“This is one case where the style was the man, for sure. Time was when I was but a little tiny boy, at least in taste and discrimination, my head was full of Walter Pater and Henry James. I thought Mencken was just dreadful, too vulgar to bear mention.

“I know that I have gained some sense down the long years. I have a standard by which I can measure that growth. Every time I read Mencken I think he’s better than I did last time. Long since I have come to think him very good indeed.

“It’s not just that his prose is muscular and sure. It’s not just that he says precisely what he wants to say, with the greatest deftness. It’s not that he is full of hilarious jokes and mockery. In the final analysis, it is what he was, what he stood for, and that is something that has gone from American life. He was the last of a great line of American writers who defended and propagated a masculine culture in this country. Books, music, art, drama — for Mencken these were not something the girls did at their clubs and matinées, they were vital concerns in the life of males.

“His target, as they call it nowadays on Madison Avenue, was not that section of the putatively male population who did nothing except accompany the girls to their matinées, lecture to them at their clubs, decorate their homes, wave their hair and design their hats. He aimed at the men who made the decisions, who built things and changed things, the most masculine of the population. He wrote about music for men who would never dream of taking their wives’ advice about what records to buy for themselves, who had books in their offices and paintings on their walls that they had chosen themselves.

“Alas, few are writing for such an audience today. Anybody who does is going to find trouble getting printed. It is utterly amazing what Mencken got away with, writing year after year in the eminently dignified Baltimore Sun. There is not a special interest group that he did not lambaste, not a racial minority he did not poke fun at.

“Had Harding not died, Mencken might well have laughed him out of office. His contempt for the Ku Klux Klan and the Communist Party was equally and witheringly distributed. Often his attack was an all-out barrage, but underneath the shells and shrapnel was the old sharpshooter, carefully picking off the enemy [e.g., chiropractors], one by one, with perfect accuracy.

“Today all controversial writing seems pusillanimous by comparison. We have solved all questions of violent controversy in America. The things that should concern us, that we should get into knock-down and drag-out fights about, we have agreed to leave to the specialists, the technicians, the social workers and psychiatrists. We export our combativeness, usually to the Kremlin. Like Voltaire’s deity, if the Russians did not exist it would be necessary to invent them.

“Meanwhile, from the New York Daily News to Nation magazine we politely share each other’s thinking, as the group dynamickers softly put it, about subjects about which our fathers, led by smoky, beery bachelors like Mencken, joyfully tore each other to shreds in the public prints.”

[12 January 1964]

Why will Americans believe almost anything?

Nutshell: the fucking jews are brainwashing them!

Americans will believe almost anything…
Including that jews are evil, world controlling bastards.

Yes, you are being manipulated into being an anti-semite for later having it to be used against you.
Beware, these jews are slicker than you may think.