A mind that thinks on auto-pilot is as much
of a curse as it is a blessing. For even amidst the grief over the recent gut-wrenching spectacle of mommy dearest
laid out in her casket, the ever-active mind of your bereaved blogger here could not refrain from philosophizing
while recalling the words of 19th Century British political giant Benjamin Disraeli (cough cough), which he attributed
(via a fictional novel based upon real people) to Lionel Rothschild (cough cough):
"The fact is you cannot
destroy a pure race of the Caucasian organization. It is a physiological fact; a simple law of nature...The mixed persecuting races disappear, the pure persecuted race (Jews)
all spelled out in PLANET ROTHSCHILD I & II
This latest "thinking man moment" was triggered by the welcome sight
and warm embrace of my long-time-no-see and still very active 100 year old Italian Godmother - born in
the same year in which British Secretary of the Admiralty Winston Churchill and U.S. Naval Secretary Franklin Roosevelt
deliberately set up The Lusitania to be sunk!
me to take stock of the gathering. The assessment was not good.
There were quite a few nonagenarians in the house -- old Irish and Italian lions and lionesses who, back
in the day, were like a second layer of parents -- a few of them not at all shy about going upside the thick head
of juvenile smart-ass Mikey King when necessary, which was quite often. Bowed and broken down, these awe-inspiring 'Dons'
commanded respect and reverence.
and Septuagenarians were also well-represented, with 50 to 60-somethings comprising the largest segment of the rank
and file. Then came "the kids" - me (just 50) being affectionately referred to by most of those
on dad's Irish-Italian
side as "the baby" (still!). After "the baby" came the "kiddie table" of 40-somethings
-- cousins from mom's younger and larger pure Italian side of the family.
Then, came the first ominous signs of "genocide". The handful of 30-somethings not only
represented a noticeable drop among the room's age distribution, but none of them were married nor had any children.
The 20-somethings (children of the 50-somethings & 60-somethings) outnumbered the 30-somethings, but none
of them were married or yet engaged. There was one 18-year old daughter of a cousin, but no other teen, pre-teen,
nor even so much as a toddler left at home. NOTHING! That's an 18 year (and counting) birth-drought
for what were once two young, fertile and boisterous Italian-Irish-Catholic families.
The Invisible Genocide
The shocking reality, unnoticed
to all but philosopher Mike (as if I didn't have enough sh_ _
on my plate to deal with!) was that among the large extended families from both sides, there were as many centenarians (1) as there were teens and pre-teens! In the grand scheme
of things, the death of the grand old woman-of-the-hour, devastating as
it was, cannot in
any way be described as tragic. She lived a good and long life. She died. We mourn. We heal. We carry on.
But the genocide-by-attrition of these beautiful extended
families -- now that's a human tragedy. Again, speaking in the grand scheme of things, would there
be any difference between a team of machine-gunners mowing down every
relative in that room, as opposed to the ongoing slow death of
two great legacies by infertility? Either way, a entire branch
of a bloodline would be erased.
For the occasion, my sister-in-law had put together a grand collage of photos from the happy decades of fun and family
(1950's through 1980's). Children, children everywhere -- often at my childhood home because we had the built-in
swimming pool. The current crop of nonagenarians and octo's were all so happy back then -- vibrant, strong and proud
of their loud litters of close-knit cubs. The nostalgia was so thick that I couldn't bear to even to look at all of the photos, given the current circumstances,
but certainly will in a few days.
a big fat zero birth gap between ages 0 to 18? My God, what have they done to us?! We
suspect know that many
of our dear readers can tell of similar deadly declines among their own bloodlines. Make no mistake. The infertility of the White Western man is neither
unique to our family, nor is it by accident. You see, before "they" can totally enslave the non-White
peoples of the world, the 'powers that be' (cough cough) feel it necessary to first wipe out their hated
historical rival, namely, European Man and his American / Australian / Canadian / South African offshoots. That would leave
the Tribe as the only Caucasian subset still in business. Again, we quote Disraeli's Rothschild -- from the novel, Coningsby:
The Next Generation (1844):
"The fact is you cannot destroy a pure race of the Caucasian organization. It is a physiological
fact; a simple law of nature...The
mixed persecuting races disappear, the pure persecuted race (Jews) remains."
Respect for other races and cultures does not mean that Western Whites should
To that demonic end of wiping out Whites through attrition, the Globo-Zionists, through their
wholly-owned media and entertainment industries, have engineered a degenerate culture that denigrates religious practice,
glorifies casual sex, devalues the institution of marriage, belittles White men, encourages easy divorce, discourages motherhood,
brainwashes young women to pursue "careers" above all else, disrespects our history and ancestors, makes it harder
and harder for a young man to earn a decent enough living to even support a family, and promotes adultery, homosexuality,
lesbianism, and now, freakin' cross-dressing! Indeed, one distant member of the King clan is suspected of being a closeted / celibate queer himself. Sad, because
he really is good-hearted guy.
The genocidal force - the same force which has effectively erased western borders
- is invisible to most, but very, very real. Hear the
hate, straight from their own filthy Marxist mouths and Trotskyite tongues:
"The goal of abolishing the white race
is on its face so desirable that some may find it hard to believe that it could incur any opposition other than
from committed white supremacists. Make no mistake about it, we intend to keep bashing the dead white males, and
the live ones, and the females too, until the social construct known as the white race is destroyed – not
deconstructed but destroyed.”
– Noel Ignatiev, Harvard University
& Massachusetts College of Art Professor
"Unlike, say, the bald eagle or some exotic species of muskrat, you (White people) are
not worth saving. In forty years or so, maybe fewer, there won’t be any more white people around who
actually remember that Leave it to Beaver, Father Knows Best, Opie-Taylor-Down-at-the-Fishing Hole cornpone bullshit
that you hold so near and dear to your heart.
There won’t be any more white folks
around who think the 1950s were the good old days, because there won’t be any more white folks around who
actually remember them, and so therefore, we’ll be able to teach about them accurately and honestly, without
hurting your precious feelings, or those of the so-called “greatest generation” — a bunch whose
white members were by and large a gaggle of miscreants who helped save the world from fascism only to return home and
oppose the ending of it here, by doing nothing to lift a finger on behalf of the civil rights struggle.
So to hell with you and all who revere you. By then, half the country will be black or brown. And
there is nothing you can do about it. And by then you will have gone all in as a white nationalist movement
— hell you’ve all but done that now — thus guaranteeing that the folks of color, and even a decent
size minority of us white folks will be able to crush you, election after election, from the Presidency on down
to the 8th grade student council.
We are planning even now — your destruction. And I do not mean by that your physical destruction. We don’t play those games.
We’re not into the whole “Second Amendment remedies, militia, armed resistance” bullshit that
your side fetishizes, cuz, see, we don’t have to be. We don’t need guns.
We just have to be patient. And wait for your hearts to stop beating. And stop they will. And for some of you, real damned soon, truth be told. Do you hear it? The
sound of your empire dying? Your nation, as you knew it, ending, permanently? Because I do, and the sound of its demise is beautiful.