Nothing Says Lovin’ Like Somethin’ in the Oven

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While this may seem like unnecessary roughness to the casual observer awash in the constant media rhetoric-there is a logos here as well that rests in the most foundational building block of Western Civilization:  Plato’s Republic.

From Plato’s Republic in a dialogue of the nature of virtue:


In fact, if you don’t mind me turning the whole business into a bit of a joke, on the inside you’re like one of those stingrays that paralyzes everything it touches; you look a bit like one, too – broad and flat. Anyway, now you’ve done it to me; both my mind and my tongue are completely numb. I’ve got no answer to give you.

What Meno just said is the point on point. The takeaway from the dialogue is that one must be stung. Burst and hurt for real thought to begin. One must be shocked out of their habitual thinking that is most most most often the result of slogans and ideas that they have become brain-fatigued from.

Like a slap in the face of the hysterical person-the sting snaps one out of crazy. It is the opening of real being. The very nature of life is struggle and teeter-totter between order and chaos. Just ask your local fractal.

A person’s belief in pathos may stop one. Why bother someone with such a cruel meme because we all know that the Nazi’s popped the jews in the oven and that was horrible.

Except what?

No-come with me into a world where we think about words and the spells of thought they create before we repeat them. Embrace your suspension of belief that Steven Spielberg is the decanter of veritas. Just for fun.

Ovens?  No crematoria. Of course we know why because of Typhus. Ovens? Well is there a community that doesn’t throw their dead into crematorium (ovens) that you know of? As far as I know there has never been an accusation that alive people were thrown into a pretty normal solution for what to do with a dead body.

And yet?

This person who has dual citizenship and has helped lead us into endless war falls into a Niagara level of fees and stutters when WHAT?  People made fun of his Holocaust? But Why?  It’s also interesting to note that there is no verifiable evidence that can bolster his claims.

I am not going to get into all the ‘Holocaust’ for profit narrative.

I am going to posit this:

People of Euro descent like myself, have been bludgeoned with this bizarre notion that it is somehow not only rational but compassionate to harass  sweet little euro kids and antagonize sweet little kids of all races against Euros to this absurd notion that using crematoriums=throwing people into ovens.

Have you ever known someone who was cremated? I have.  Guess what? They were already dead. Do I drag children around to the local Neptune Society and say, “I threw g’pa in the oven! Wh33!” w/o mentioning that g’pa died of a physical disease?  And then look at the little children and tell them that I do this bc I have blonde hair and blue eyes?

No. That would be an abusive lie. Yet this abusive lie is repeated to me loudly, where I live ALL THE TIME! Generally by quivering jewish women asking me to do their hand-work for them because on average they lack dexterity. “I will never buy anything made in Germany!” they shrill at me. “Why not? ” I ask. “They threw the jews in the ovens!”  

“You mean crematorium,like we currently have all over town right?” I ask. My other favorite is when they tell me that only “Israel is the only one working for peace.”  Then our chubby mistress that no amount of strategic tailoring can make elegant hops in her Mercedes to tootle back to Hillsdale.

You know what a not-so-fun game is? I have never been able to really keep track bc I bore easily but count how many times ‘the Holocaust’ or ‘Nazi’ or ‘Hitler’ is mentioned to you on any given day. Only the biggest fool would suggest that WWII was not a nightmare that those of us alive today are so lucky to have not experienced. 

At the same time-it isn’t the only historical event that has happened in the last 70+ years. It isn’t even the only genocide by 100s. We are in process of multiple genocides that these same people who promote tolerance with an admission fee and exit through the gift shop think are HI-styerical! We are supposed to learn from their tolerance-srsly while they have no tolerance for us. 

So yes- I support the shocking of the goyim. Which I see as the real goal of these memes. I have had jews tell me that goyim means nothing ‘only nations’ not pejorative at all. I have had jews tell me not to use the word ‘goyim’ bc it is used so viciously against non-jews. I don’t particularly care for taunting the particular jews that have led us into endless war and abused us in a way that makes me believe in evil. I honestly don’t think all jews are like this. Life would be so easy if we could draw bright lines all around. 

That’s part of the trick and intrinsic tension of life. You can’t. There are no good people and there are no bad people. There are just people that sit on different positions than your own on the number line. We can never succeed and we can never fail.  We cannot afford to move to fast nor too slow. Move we must though. 

The idea that stinging some guilty beasts, who have bludgeoned and exploited many people for their own pleasure. Doesn’t get me all Nancy-boy cry-baby though.  While I don’t participate in it there is no sorry here. Why should there be? 

We are all just puppets of our own gods. We must trust their wisdom bc otherwise we fight against nature-which is always a losing battle. We may not like (who does?) or endorse the battle we are in-never-the-less, life has its own wisdom. You don’t have to agree with me-it doesn’t matter. 

Bc why? Bc Tennyson was right. You and I-jew or black or rainbow-colored-retard-hat. This is who we are : Balling for our own gods:


The Charge of the Light Brigade


Half a league, half a league,

Half a league onward,

All in the valley of Death

   Rode the six hundred.

“Forward, the Light Brigade!

Charge for the guns!” he said.

Into the valley of Death

   Rode the six hundred.


“Forward, the Light Brigade!”

Was there a man dismayed?

Not though the soldier knew

   Someone had blundered.

   Theirs not to make reply,

   Theirs not to reason why,

   Theirs but to do and die.

   Into the valley of Death

   Rode the six hundred.


Cannon to right of them,

Cannon to left of them,

Cannon in front of them

   Volleyed and thundered;

Stormed at with shot and shell,

Boldly they rode and well,

Into the jaws of Death,

Into the mouth of hell

   Rode the six hundred.


Flashed all their sabres bare,

Flashed as they turned in air

Sabring the gunners there,

Charging an army, while

   All the world wondered.

Plunged in the battery-smoke

Right through the line they broke;

Cossack and Russian

Reeled from the sabre stroke

   Shattered and sundered.

Then they rode back, but not

   Not the six hundred.


Cannon to right of them,

Cannon to left of them,

Cannon behind them

   Volleyed and thundered;

Stormed at with shot and shell,

While horse and hero fell.

They that had fought so well

Came through the jaws of Death,

Back from the mouth of hell,

All that was left of them,

   Left of six hundred.


When can their glory fade?

O the wild charge they made!

   All the world wondered.

Honour the charge they made!

Honour the Light Brigade,

   Noble six hundred!

We have been hit too hard and too long so the pendulum needs to swing again. Ironically even those that want so badly to commit European genocide cannot exist without us.


Listen. Listen. Listen.



You realize, Meno, what point he has reached in his recollection. At first he did not know what the basic line of the eight-foot area square was; even now he does not yet know, but then he thought he knew. He answered confidently, as if he knew, and he did not think he was at a loss, but now he thinks he is at a loss; and so, although he does not know, neither does he think he knows.