Humor Nazis – 19

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Episode #19 – The Memes of a Revolution

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Elysium: Leadership Vacuum Crisis

The 2013 film Elysium offers an interesting look at a possible future of unrestrained technological development, class division and mistrust, which all stem from the relentless profiteering that capitalism is prone to. Nevertheless, the film offers a rather naive or, at best, an incompletely shown, solution within its runtime. Being a product of the politically correct movie industry, Elysium itself can also be seen as part of that same limited & deficient solution that it itself offers. Looking past these barriers we can begin to construct a more complete vision of that doesn’t merely flip the class struggle from rich-advantage to poor-advantage, rather we can build a more inclusive view of society that values all productive citizens regardless of monetary status.

Forced Dichotomy
The world of Elysium is bleak for most and an apparent paradise for some. Most people are stuck on Earth living in overflowing slums or urban wastes and working in what amounts to a capitalist-run gulag. Factories with total disregard for working conditions process raw materials and produce the basic things that the oligarchy, comfortably residing on the titular space habitat, needs to sustain this status quo. Robots police the population on Earth, healthcare and other necessities are rare & largely unaffordable, and access to and from Earth is controlled directly on Elysium. Earth has become one big Gaza Strip or imperial colony over which a few privileged dominate and exploit.

This privileged caste, which has been living in space for around one century within the film’s timeline, has access to all necessities, as well as many luxuries, such as “Med-Bays” that can heal any bodily harm and even reverse aging. The inhabitants’ life is, for the most part, a permanent resort vacation. It is also up here that rights of citizenship are granted or revoked; no one on Earth has Elysium citizenship (despite providing the work to keep it prosperous) and police robots are programmed to avoid Elysium citizens, but detain non-citizens for any reason. At one point, three spacecraft attempt leave Earth and attempt to reach Elysium in order to access the medical equipment there. However, two are shot down and the passengers of the third are caught & deported on arrival.

Convoluted Struggles
Towards the beginning of the film, Max Da Costa, the main character, is ordered by a supervisor to enter a chamber where part of a massive factory’s assembly line has a jam. Da Costa reluctantly does so, fixes the jam and the giant engine starts up again, albeit exposing him to a lethal dose of radiation. Da Costa now has five days left to live in pain and this is exemplary of how most of society functions in the universe depicted. The supervisor told Da Costa to enter the chamber and fix the error or “he’ll find someone who will” effectively implying dismissal for insubordination. The unspoken side to this cruel interaction is that this supervisor – in some mid-level position at one property belonging to an enormous corporation – had the same dilemma Da Costa had, and that is “the bottom line.” If the assembly line problem weren’t fixed, then he’d be the one fired. The callousness of the supervisor’s angrily talking down to Da Costa is merely a symptom of a pervasive carelessness in the social order, not just that supervisor, one individual, being cruel. To get the medical treatment he needs, Da Costa needs to pay a huge price or do a favor for a smuggler – and this ends up being stealing financial data from the owner of the very corporation whose machinery caused his suffering. At this point, it really seems that everyone is out to get everyone in this hectic society.

Da Costa receives a temporary treatment to help him carry out his little crime mission and this is a powered exoskeleton to give his weakening body a good deal of extra strength. This transhumanist solution is emblematic of the world: people created a mass of technology, and this harmed us, so we then create new technology to remedy the harm done. The space station Elysium is, in effect, a much bigger version of the exoskeleton, which is powered by Da Costa’s mortal and dying body in the same way that a decaying Earth supplies Elysium. In the end, the mechanical feat will be useless as they’ll be no one left to use it. Other treatments for ailments in the film are pills and machine surgery, yet there is a curious lack of fresh food. No one is even seen trying to grow a garden. Though Kruger, an enforcement agent of Elysium’s government and the one who shot down the refugee shuttles, is seen enjoying a barbecue. This also is symbolic, as meat is taking life for self-gratification, limited nourishment, and a woeful misuse of essential materials; this cattle-butcher relationship is essentially what the society on Elysium does to the masses on Earth. However, as we have seen with Max’s theft mission, the exploited are beginning to get better at exploitation.

This pervasive distrust between the slum-bound people on Earth is aptly mirrored by the luxury-enjoying masses on Elysium. The space station has a substantial population and, at the start of the film, has been a stable habitat for around a century, meaning several generations have lived with the current status quo and those alive right now haven’t experienced anything else. The government is a typical democratic hodgepodge of committees tied together by the notion of an elected president, who in key issues holds no real decisive power. The Defense Secretary of Elysium, Delacourt, who had ordered the shooting down of refugees, is merely verbally disciplined by Patel, the President, for this and told to lessen the severity of her actions since it is bad for public relations. Thus, ethics don’t even exist in this government aside from lip service. However, the kicker to scene is when Delacourt asks Carlyle, the main industrialist on Elysium – in whose factory Da Costa received his burns and whom he was given the mission to rob – to tinker with the space station’s main computer system to allow her to step into the Presidency and thus ensure Carlyle’s armaments company a steady stream of lucrative contracts. This is Democracy and Capitalism bearing their inevitable fruits and stepping into overt practical Oligarchy without the rosy veil. After being verbally slapped on the wrist by Patel, Delacourt mocks the President for “having some fundraiser to attend.” That’s the extent of state discipline in Democracy and Capitalism.

“In ordinary life, the choice of President or King, as chosen directly by 70 million, is only determined by money bags. It follows from this that in 99 out of 100 cases no real folkish Leader arrives at the head.”
~Alfred Rosenberg

“There is a better chance of seeing a camel pass through the eye of a needle than of seeing a really great man ‘discovered’ through an election.”
~Adolf Hitler, cleverly alluding to the words of Jesus

Da Costa manages to steal the data from Carlyle while the latter is on a routine trip to Earth to oversee his industrial empire. The data, however, in encrypted and clearly contains something of great concern for Delacourt who is alerted to the fact that Carlyle’s ship has been shot down and his computers hacked. She reactivates Kruger – having previously deactivated him after being reprimanded by the Committee – to track down the stolen data. Da Costa brings the data to his employer, Spider, who promptly discovers that it’s a program that can be used to register all of Earth’s residents as citizens of Elysium, thereby giving them access to its advanced medical care. This is an interesting idea, yet this is also where the film starts to nosedive a bit into naiveness.

Once the action moves to Elysium, Kruger encounters Delacourt and she verbally disciplines him for being reckless, mirroring her previous Committee scene, yet little does she know Kruger, being part of the same equation dishes out his own power play. While Delacourt had used bureaucratic cunning, Kruger does what he knows best: blunt force. He kills the Defense Secretary and her political staff present, then and there, and then goes on to try to seize of Elysium for himself. Amidst all the corporate profiteering, answering to committees, PR stunts, and selective backstabbing, there is a noticeable lack of charisma! Everyone else thinks that everyone else is just out for solely their own good and believing makes it so.

The space station Elysium is the ultimate end of materialism on Earth – an artificial world where the world artificers can guarantee the status quo beneficial solely to them. This is also the Gnostic interpretation of the god in the Tanakh/Old Testament, YHWH, who created material existence to trap the souls of sentient beings and get them to do its bidding via belief in rigid dogmatic codes that only a privileged clerical class of “chosen people” can reinterpret, and they do so according to their own needs, thus putting them in a clash with their own god.

The Golden Calf in the Room
Pretty much every character in the film, and therefore most of the inhabitants of this fictional world, are not seeing the forest for the trees; they only see their immediate situation and that’s the extent of how they act and react. This is a perfect breeding ground for tribalism as alliances are only based on material convenience and gain. Any forward thought is made along materialist, selfish, and tribal terms. The world overrun by an ever-churning excess of material goods is the inevitable result of the secular thinking promoted by Karl Marx’s Communism, Sigmund Freud’s sexual psychology, and Ray Kurzweil’s transhumanist movement. These compatible sects of thought seek to create a paradise on Earth, or a New Jerusalem as is the goal of Zionism.

“In the entire Old Testament we find no trace of belief in immortality, unless it be the reflection of the proven outward effect of the Persians on the Jews during the banishment. The Jewish aim is the creation of a paradise on earth. For this purpose, as is stated in the later holy books, the righteous (that is, the Jews) will creep into the promised land from their graves all over the world, emerging through holes bored in the earth by unknown forces solely for them. The Targum, the Midraschim, and the Talmud describe with delight this magnificent state of affairs in the expected paradise. The chosen people will then rule over the entire world. All other peoples will become its slaves. They will die and be born again in order to go anew to hell. The Jews, however, will not go there, but will lead a blessed life on earth. Jerusalem will be rebuilt in the most splendid way.”
~Alfred Rosenberg, Myth of the XX Century

In this film, this goal has been realized as a privileged “chosen people” rule over the whole of Earth while the nations, or goyim, provide them with fruits and labor. The Jewish religion’s intrinsic materialism and lack of spiritual idealism makes the Elysium space station a possible result of Zionism. It’s a paradise on Earth in a looser sense of the world, really above Earth, however Jews have made exceptions for their tribe all throughout history. So far as refusing to testify against their fellow tribesmen accused of crimes or having a criminal like Bugsy Siegel (Bairush HaLevi ben Reb Mordechai Dov HaLevi) honored at a synagogue with the title “Reb” or “teacher.” These exceptions and special conditions on tribal grounds are shown in the film as the police robots are programmed to never detain Elysium’s citizens, which effectively makes them golems in service of the law codex. Citizens should be granted state protections, though not total impunity. Also, police work should be a respected uniformed service (and that respect should be earned through superior conduct) in limited, yet effective, use. Not a mass of robots reading data from a computerized codex. According to Jewish lore, Moses said, “there is only the Law” – no conscience, no ideals, no ethics – only a blinding Talmudic Bolshevization.

The organization on Elysium is a multitude of patches of private property or about 1 acre per family and little to know public property, which in practice makes for a highly segmented life style. While the inhabitants on Earth are subjected to police robots and checkpoints, in style of Gaza or the West Bank; the citizens of Elysium themselves have their own subtle, yet official, boundaries based around their dogmatic belief in amassing material goods and then protecting them with laws. These restrictions on Elysium’s own citizens are reflective of the old Jewish practice of installing mezuzahs on doorways. The Jewish mezuzah is a small container with a Tanakh excerpt inside that is meant to be placed on entry doorways, or sometimes even all doorways within a house, thereby ensuring the Demiurge’s dominance over its subjects. Thus, the citizens of Elysium pretty much believe they are doing the only thing possible to keep law and order, as it is such fractionalization that is most compatible with their worldview In the real world, this system is mirrored by what the Zionists have told from their myths.

“In general, the merely material interest will rise in exact proportion as ideal spiritual outlooks are in the process of disappearing.” ~Adolf Hitler

To end this status quo, it is the system that needs a change and a culling of a few token figureheads and procedures will not really do anything. Jail a few groups of punks, more will be congregate; arrest an oligarch or two, another one or two will arise. The system is like a hydra and cutting of its heads is ineffective, as it had adapted to resist such change, and, in effect, allow to it to feign change.

A holistic, system-wide change is to stab the hydra in the heart. But what does the film show?

Revolution, or merely a Revolt?
The film’s ending is idealistic though, in large part, it carries on the naive aspects of the film. The information that Max was contracted to extract ends up being a program that could make all of Earth’s inhabitants citizens on Elysium, thus have access to its medical care. This works out and Max reboots Elysium’s core computer and all residents on Earth are now recognized as citizens, thus a fleet of medical ships can be dispatched to Earth. This is a good example of “happiness opium” as it only provides a feel good ending without addressing any of the core problems with the social dichotomy depicted. It’s also quite pacifist, which makes it unrealistic.

Then there’s Kruger’s psychotic, brutal, and decidedly non-charismatic attempt at seizing power is much in style of the Communist Revolution in the early 20th century or the pro-democratic French Revolution in the 1790s. Kruger’s destructive rampage through the Elysium space station shows all indication that he’ll either flip society in which assertive brutes like Stalin suddenly control all wealth and call the shots, or there will be a reaction from Elysium’s elite which will yield a Napoleon-type with expansionist aims, only this Grande Armée will head out into the space.

In both cases, the woes and pains of society will only have attention diverted from them. This makes both Da Costa’s and Kruger’s efforts seem more like revolts, despite them being similar to events that have been called “revolutions” in popular historiography. A revolt is caused by dissatisfaction with the status quo and aims to merely change its consequences and improve the immediate quality of daily life. A revolution, however, necessarily entails radicalism and aims at the causes of the status quo and seeks to arrive at a profound ideological insight that changes how quality of life itself is evaluated. The result of the film and the general mood throughout is much closer to the former and not the latter. There is some heroism and depth as Max gives the hero’s sacrifice – his life – to accomplish his goal, yet the film is fairly rooted within the humanist-materialist paradigm.

Neill Blomkamp, the director, said the film is about today’s world, thus seemingly strove for applicability (the same thing Tolkien sought to portray in Lord of the Rings), however he also expressed dissatisfaction with the final version of the film. Perhaps, deep down he knew he wanted to portray a revolution, yet only managed to show a revolt.

A key element of the revolution is the support it has from disinterested groups. For example, the ongoing movement to boycott Israel for its brutal treatment of Palestinians has widespread popular support from non-Palestinians. Similarly, the earlier – and largely corresponding – movement to boycott apartheid South Africa found widespread popular support among people who were not personally affected by apartheid. Movements to abolish slavery throughout history were almost always initiated not by slaves, rather by conscientious non-slaves, including owners of slaves and those in ethnic groups subject to little or no slavery. Frederick Douglass, an African-American whose ethnic kin suffered from slavery was against the system, as were the German and Dutch-Americans who wrote the first anti-slavery document in America. These are examples of movements that, though small in their beginnings, turned into revolutions. By contrast, all movements unable to gain the support of disinterested groups are merely revolts.

Also known as Unity Through Nobility

Hitler didn’t personally suffer much from the caustic effects of financiers and Marxists as much as the people he sought to rally and help. Hitler didn’t have a family and was disciplined enough to not fall into the trap of alcoholism. He also quit smoking for his health and savings. Yet there were millions who did suffer and Hitler saw this and thus started what became a revolution, one that was so shocking to the status quo that it had to be crushed at all costs and any further incarnations forcefully pre-empted.

This observation leads us to the main problem in Elysium.

The Root of the Problem: Leadership Vacuum
Given the film’s feel good message, whether misguided or intentional, it played right into the expected paddock of mainstream discussion. Conservative complaints amounted to, more or less, “it’s Marxist and Communist propaganda!” While Liberal/False Left complaints sounded the more or less expected trope of “money is evil and rich people suck.” In the film, there seems to be a self-fulfilling prophecy of class struggle that appeals to the Liberal audience, while only making villains out of a select few of the rich so as to not totally alienate the Conservative audience. The proverbial Czar isn’t slain nor is there a justification of the company Armadyne, which is Carlyle’s massive company through which the film basically recreates something like British East India Company. Yet the solution presented is inadequate. It’s a half-assed bit of left and right, whereas there should have been a solid Third Position presented. This is none other than the charisma to get the classes of society to cooperate, instead of one of them – or one person – seizing advantage and diverting as many resources as possible to serve only selfish needs. A true leader, not a new boss, is needed.

A boss creates fear, a Leader fosters confidence.
A boss pins blame, a Leader corrects mistakes.
A boss knows all, a Leader consults the team.

The problem with all of society – on Earth and on Elysium – is that no one really wants to lead, everyone wants to just gain, and only a few can actually manage the latter. The result is an endless scramble competition on Earth and political backstabbing or total complacency on Elysium.

Some people will always be more intelligent and more willful therefore some will always be richer. The folkist idea is not to forbid wealth creation; rather it is to encourage a community-based application of it. This goes for skills and abilities, too. A plumber or carpenter shouldn’t merely maintain homes only on streets he or she likes, but in all of the community. Likewise, an owner of a popular business shouldn’t merely save up money and build vacation homes in far off places, but ensure that the money they have earned in the community stays and is used (as much as possible) within that community. This is folkist class cooperation. Marxists look down on the rich as inherently greedy therefore undeserving of what they own; Anarcho-Capitalists look on the poor as intrinsically incapable therefore deserving of their plight. Whereas Hitler, supposedly the most evil man of all time, said in Mein Kampf:

“For the State must draw a sharp line of distinction between those who, as members of the nation, are the foundation and the support of its existence and greatness, and those who are domiciled in the State simply as earners of their livelihood there.
On the occasion of conferring a diploma of citizenship the new citizen must take a solemn oath of loyalty to the national community and the State. This diploma must be a bond which unites together all the various classes and sections of the nation. It shall be a greater honor to be a citizen of this Reich, even as a street-sweeper, than to be the King of a foreign State.”

That is one of the most positively phrased descriptions of civic and community virtue ever put to paper. There is much lively discussion about what future humanity can build; yet this discussion is hampered by political and Zionist correctness. Certain topics are taboo and therefore censored by the very people participating in the discussion who are, in effect, self-censoring. The goyim, like cattle, are being kept dumb, timid, and complacent, however human goys are also fed delusions of grandeur to please their egos. This can take the form of “honorable” titles, such as “Shabbos Goy” or “Righteous Among Nations.”

Once this veil has been pierced and lifted we can see that classes in society are a reality and not necessarily a bad one. It’s how they are perceived and how people within them act that matters. Thus, a Marxist may see class division and conflict; however a National Socialist will see a class structure of people with different skills and abilities and the going concern of any leadership is to direct (as opposed to centrally plan) the energy of this socio-economic structure towards purposeful production.

“Craftsmanship and pride of product began to disappear as the desperate scramble to GET MONEY replaced the time-honored Aryan joy in creation of things of excellence and permanence.” ~George Lincoln Rockwell

The cause of the film’s fault can be similarly described: storytelling and pride of a good plot began to disappear as the desperate scramble to get views, likes, shares, reblogs, ticket sales, box office numbers, etc… replaced the time-honored Aryan joy in creation of tales with profound archetypes and mythic quality. Even the numerous fables by Aesop are each distinct, thus despite their brevity, care was put into their craft. “Elysium,” being a huge budget blockbuster, was put on a tight schedule and desperately squeezed into one of several release windows to maximize the opening weekend’s earning and minimize the subsequent weekends’ drop off. Not enough time was given to planning and crafting the film, thus even at the screenplay level there already must have been cutting and pasting of previous films’ ideas and the whole cookie cutter ordeal that each of these massive studio films is subject to by the studio committee. One director’s vision hardly ever get made and even if it does, it requires so much bargaining and negotiating with those in control of the money that most filmmakers’ energies almost assuredly end up sapped.

Rare gems do occur, yet we still await that full box office season with solid archetypes and heroic themes portraying the cosmic truth.

Anti-Zionism 101

We don’t need more “happiness opium” and folk tales; there are enough of both. We need a series of mythic archetypes to help motivate people to start pro-actively dealing with the problems of society instead of just wishing and hoping that they’ll be solved. Above all, this is a call for a greater unity and cooperation among the quality people of various societies.

“The Folk tale is for entertainment.
The Myth is for spiritual instruction.” ~Joseph Campbell

Related Information:
Repo Men – a sci-fi film in which transhumanism and debt together shackle society.
Equilibrium – a near-mythic quality sci-fi film in which materialist ideology led to tyranny.

External Links: Third Position Economics
The Role of Private Property in the NS Economy
German Economic Policy

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Olympia Part II – The Festival of Beauty

In Olympia Part II – Festival of Beauty, Leni Riefenstahl focused more on the athletic forms being presented rather than the specific events themselves. The film is edited into sequences that are separated by fades to black and then a fade in to the next sequence. Each of these sequences has its unique sounds and music and shows related events in a stylized rhythm. By time the film draws to a close, most of the events at the 1936 Berlin Olympiad have been given the cinematic treatment in their own way. As with Part I, this film contradicts the many popular notions about the Third Reich and, in great contrast to those notions, it’s a remarkably positive experience in addition to being a landmark work of cinematic art with its use of music, editing, and composition.

The intentions of the NSDAP have post-WW2 been interpreted as unspeakably evil to the point of comical. For a long time, the Allied/Soviet/Zionist allegations causing shock and disgust about Third Reich have covered up for the stupid that they carried. Yet, there have always been proponents of a more truthful look at the NSDAP, Adolf Hitler, Joseph Goebbels, and the whole of the great experiment that so beautifully wove both nationalism’s and socialism’s more positive aspects into a cohesive unit, one that sparked the ire of traditionalists and materialists in all of the Western world, yet also gained loyalists worldwide. They were silenced by the war, yet by the 1950s, the proponents of a rational and non-dogmatic approach once again included people worldwide, thus the universal human improvement through struggle doctrine propagated by the NSDAP hadn’t been totally squashed within the Soviet Gulag and Western High Finance, even if the Third Reich itself was ash and dust. It’s spirit and select portions of its materials, such as this film, may still be examined.

Beauty via Idealism
The film opens as life began, in water. Oak leaves are reflected and soon we see athletes jogging through nature. A couple interesting ideas are shown right away. One, oak leaves were used in the rank insignia of the SS. Two, there is no urban or technological imagery despite Germany’s massive economic recovery under the NSDAP that made these Olympic Games possible. Three, the athletes are shown jogging through a stream, thus not just with nature, but also against it with the goal of ultimately transcending it. Next, we see the same people in a sauna and bathing in the nude, yet there is none of the machismo that modern audiences (including neo-Nazis) have come to falsely associate with the NSDAP, SS, and Aryan Race. Compare this scene in Olympia to a modern Hollywood movie such as Red Heat, which also has an early scene in a sauna, yet is packed with so many over-the-top, gym-forged, hulking muscles (and doll-like women) it’s hard to believe that those characters do anything other than mind their outward appearance. Perhaps that’s an indicator of where civilization headed after the triumph of the symbiotic systems of Capitalism and Communism.

Back in Olympia, we get a wipe transition and to a scene with athletes from three particular countries – Germany, Italy, and Japan – the Axis powers, or the major countries to challenge the dichotomy of Communism and Capitalism during the decade in which the film was made. Thus, within minutes of the opening, the film covers another kind of idealism: international cooperation. Festival of Folks focused on the competitive events of the Olympic Games, and while Festival of Beauty includes these in a way, the focus of this film is thematic imagery related to NSDAP ideology. The opening sequence of the film builds up to a training montage showcasing athletes from many nations where one of the film’s themes can be seen – the cooperative struggle for beauty. As with Olympia Part I, many non-Europeans are shown throughout the film, and so effectively negating the supposed purely pro-European propaganda of the NSDAP and showing its true form, which is much closer to a universal human beauty with its many forms from all over the world. This is best shown by the very first slow motion shot of the film, a panning shot of a Japanese high jumper. Also of note is that flags are almost a purely background image throughout the film and the flag of the Third Reich doesn’t even appear in a major shot throughout the entire film, yet the American flag does!

The idealism of the athletic body here is clearly seen in the Pommel Horse sequence with slow motion highlighting the grace of the refined movements that are held on camera for around 25 seconds for three different athletes. They almost seem to be floating in the air. This is followed by three more on the same device, yet this time the background changes from including the audience stands, to including more sky, and finally just sky – an angelic idealism very far removed from Freudian materialism and barbaric machismo.

Roughly 11 minutes in we see a very long and unbroken shot, nearly 90 seconds, of an athlete on the hanging rings, which ends with the gymnast legs up and arms outstretched. The shot then jump cuts to an athlete in matching position on the parallel bars, and this shot holds for just over 76 seconds and ends as this gymnast flips over the bars and lands on the ground. Then, just as he’s straightening himself up into the final finishing pose, the film jump cuts to yet another gymnast also in a matching position, this time on the horizontal bar. All three competitors are shown in slow motion at a similar speed. These precisely sequenced, composed, and edited shots suggest a transcendence of the idealized form from event to event and from athlete to athlete. The accompanying music punctuates and underscores their motion with its own rhythmic perfection going along with the onscreen gymnasts’ movements. Thus, many athletes from many nations are shown in a universal form transcending conventional boundaries and achieving a perfected form that’s seen in crisp detail thanks to its masterful capture on film with accompanying music.

This is the union of perfect physical and cinematic forms with movement and rhythm, as aspects of each, being used to create this perfection – a forging of transcendence.
Festival of Beauty, indeed.

Right around the half-hour mark women’s exercises are shown, this is the first time women are given a primary place on screen and it’s a large display of synchronized unity. This shot cross dissolves with a wide pan of the stadium grounds and transitions to an aerial shot of the stadium packed with spectators. It is here that the Decathlon, a classic competition of military arts, is introduced. Interestingly, in the German word for this event is “Zehnkampf” and while the English subtitles often read “the test of tests,” the onscreen announcer says “Der Kampf der Kämpfe,” which would be more appropriately rendered “the struggle of struggles” in English. Alternatively, it could be said as “the feat of feats” as the meaning of the Greek suffix “athlon” is “feat,” suggesting a heroic accomplishment. And thus we see a parallel between athletic mastery and the philosophy of National Socialism – it’s not just shows of strength and superficial bodybuilding, it is grace and achievement and here we see it conveyed through the film’s main theme: The Struggle of Life shown through the idealized athletic form.

This is shown again with the women’s diving competition. There is slow motion to capture the grace of the athletic form from diving board through the downward tracking angle until the plunge into water. The sequence is shot from below the diving board and from above. There are even shots underwater that show the athletes creating an angelic veil of bubbles as they enter the water. The whole diving sequence include culminates in a dream-like montage that even includes a backwards shot of a diver rising up back toward the diving board, however it’s shot upside down so it looks like a regular dive. Riefenstahl shows grace and beauty at work from every angle.

A Bit of Patriotism
This film is the product of a regime that has been accused of the worst kind of patriotism, the kind that today’s ethno-nationalists are said to exalt as the genesis of their ideas. Odd then, that this film, one of the NSDAP’s hallmark pieces of propaganda, is remarkably light on things that could be labeled as “Germanism,” “Nordicism,” or “White Nationalism.” As with Olympia Part 1, today’s Zionists & white nationalists must confusedly scratch their heads upon watching this film, as nearly everything they say about the Third Reich is not present in these two films. This also goes for Triumph of the Will.

There is a brief rendition of the opening of the NSDAP anthem Die Fahne Hoch, as the first musical verse plays. The name of this musical piece translate as “The Flag up High” and immediately after hearing it, the film cuts to the opening procession of national flags that enter the stadium. A key moment occurs at the start of the sailing sequence just before the 15-minute mark when the Olympic Rings are show as well as the film’s first spoken audio is heard as the announcer introduces the sailing events. Here, even more flags of the various flags of all the competing nations are show together. Given Hitler’s extensive attempts at negotiation throughout the 1930s, a whole garden of facts covered up from official historiography, then it’s not a surprise that a primary source about the Third Reich, also largely eschewed from official historiography, would have a prominent theme of idealized international cooperation.

In the first sailing event, a Dutch winner is announced, while a German wins the second. The third sailing event, once again, showcases Riefenstahl’s poetic vision and pioneering film art with a sailing montage with music, waves, and a many shots from various angles that must have been quite difficult to set up ad shoot with the 1930’s bulky film cameras. It’s a short sequence, though in it is we see, once again, both cinema and sport come together in an idealized form with time, imagery, and music. On top of that, the winner of the third sailing even is from England. Immediately following this is a fencing match shown entirely by showing the duelists’ shadows on the ground from several angles that steadily rise up before cutting the result: a Hungarian wins. Both fencers shake hands in a close-up: the spirit of athleticism and the honorable duel.

The same happens in the boxing sequence with a German winner who briefly bro hugs with his Argentine opponent.

That said, the film being a German film, it does set aside some scenes to praise the accomplishments of its country’s winning competitors. The Modern Pentathlon was held at the 1936 Berlin Olympic Games and the winner was Luftwaffe Lieutenant Gotthard Handrick, the first German gold medalist in the event, and the second ever German to get any medal in this competition. At that point, the event had been dominated by Sweden in since its establishment in 1912. Thus, as with Germany’s rise to prosperity under the NSDAP, Handrick’s victory is shown as symbolic of Germany’s return to prominence and achievement. The III Reich anthem plays as he receives his medal with a salute in the impeccable German military uniform.

Additionally, Italian First Lieutenant Silvano Abba, the bronze medal winner, also gives the Roman Salute during the medal ceremony. Thought, the scene fades out on a close up of the American competitor, Charles Leonard, thus Riefenstahl seems to be more interested in giving each athlete a good amount of screen time, not just German grandeur. It’s a remarkably humble and inclusive patriotism that both parts of Olympia portray. In fact, just after the 37-minute mark, as American athlete Glenn Morris launches his shot put, the crowd can be heard chanting “USA! USA!” in the background. This was recorded, edited in, and approved by both Adolf Hitler and Joseph Goebbels before the film’s release, thus it seems strange to accuse them of blatant Germanic supremacy. Also take note that this film is not routinely, if at all, shown in film studies or in historic courses that discuss the Third Reich.

Are your perceptions being managed?

They very well might be, as it’s hard to believe that this film then shows Morris win the high jump and the 400-meter run with a huge lead. Then, the Decathlon comes to its finish with Morris being the clear winner, the US Anthem playing, and this is the shot Riefenstahl dedicated for that moment!

There is no equivalent shot of a victorious German athlete with the Third Reich’s iconic Swastika flag and they would have you believe that this is a “Nazi propaganda” film! It’s propaganda all right, however it’s about universal ideals. Thus, as with Jesse Owens in Olympia Part I, Riefenstahl chose the competitor she thought best fits those ideals. Owens’s victories were record breaking and great, as was Morris’s Decathlon, hence they get the most honored screen time in Olympia Parts I & II.

Film & Intent
From just one viewing of this film, the most common approach for the average filmgoer, we can see that the NSDAP presented its ideals much differently than has been interpreted by Allied/Soviet/Zionist post-WW2 propaganda & historiography. This Nietzschean outlook of “there are no facts, only interpretation” has certainly helped these forces shape the world, however upon examinations such as ones presented in Riefenstahl’s film, also known as “official NSDAP propaganda,” we can see a divergence in intent. The Third Reich focused on an overall positive portrayal of its powerful ideals, while its opponents sought to vilify those very things at every turn. Things like Superman, Captain America, Wonder Woman, and others were started as propaganda comics aimed at demonizing the Third Reich. Hence, Allied/Soviet/Zionist propaganda had a negative focus, while National Socialist propaganda had a positive one. On the surface, the American Propaganda Comics have had the status of their worldview transition from pre-emptive war fervor to normalization. Hence, anything deemed even remotely “Nazi” still causes very frequently such huge surges in violent emotion as intended by the establishment.

Soviet propaganda, in particular, began this way. The first major cinematic piece of Soviet propaganda film is the film Battleship Potemkin by Sergei Eisenstein, a secular Jew who nonetheless followed in the footsteps of his tribe’s penchant for emotionalism. Following the old Jewish tales of obsessive martyrdom, he continued this for a general Russian audience with a general Russian martyrdom at the hand of the Russian Monarch whom he vilified. This was essentially the same process, albeit in a different context, as the aforementioned American Propaganda Comics, also created largely by secular Jews. Eisenstein’s film theory created what is known as Soviet Montage, which is “the editing of clips or photos together in order to get a certain point across. The goal of Soviet montage is to create an idea which is clearer when all the images are viewed together than when they are viewed separately.” This is age-old Jewish pathos, or appeal to emotion, fused with propaganda. In Judaism (as with related religions) & Communism, the enemies of the system are shown doing negative things to those who support it, thus rallying support for the cause. This is negativist propaganda. Judaism needs an Amalek just as badly as Communism needs a Hitler just as all Materialist systems need an “other” to sound an eternal war cry against. Whether it’s hate the goyim, hate the rich, or the higher educated, materialism just needs something to hate.

This is in stark contrast to Leni Riefenstahl’s films that show the potential champions of the National Socialist system performing positive feats with there being no need to mention enemies since they are not to be identified with it. This is positivist propaganda. National Socialism and Aryanism and all idealist systems focus on the goals they wish to achieve as a rallying call in effort to bring people together.

“In order to carry the idea of the People’s State to victory, a popular party had to be founded, a party that did not consist of intellectual leaders only, but also of manual laborers.” ~Adolf Hitler, Mein Kampf

“The movement must use all possible means to cultivate respect for the individual personality. It must never forget that all human values are based on personal values, and that every idea and achievement is the fruit of the creative power of one man. We must never forget that admiration for everything that is great is not only a tribute to one creative personality but that all those who feel such admiration become thereby united under one covenant.” ~Adolf Hitler, Mein Kampf

The film shows this in what we could call “Aryan Montage” or “the editing of clips or photos together in order to inspire the viewer with positivism.” The athletic sequences shown in this film are sure worthy of the name and description. One can only revel and wonder what Riefenstahl and artists she inspired would dream, draw, and direct next.

Aside from the wipe transitions (Star Wars, you can thank “the Nazis” any day now), training montages with uplifting music (Rocky, you too), we also get the climatic slow motion shot. During the field hockey sequence between India and Germany we can see the origin (as it’s seen in blockbusters, at least) of the action movie slow motion shot of a key, sequence-ending moment. In one shot, the ball is launched, bounces off of the goal keeper’s foot, then off of a field hockey stick, then flies over the goalkeeper’s outstretched hand, which bounces it back out towards the field, only to be bounced back towards the goal, before landing on the ground as the players vie for it at each other’s feet, however just then the referee blows the whistle as inadvertent close quarters pushing starts with too many players around the goal. Ah, the tense last second save. It’s been done with grenades flying to their target, bombs falling, cars flipping. Yet, the NSDAP, a regime that’s been vilified endlessly for its militarism, co-sponsored its creation with a field hockey ball in a sequence about sports and athletic idealism. Go figure. Soon after we get one of those wipe transitions, formatted diagonally to match a soccer team entering the field for a game.

The Struggle of Life shown through the idealized athletic form.

With such ideas guiding the way, class cooperation and international cooperation outside of high finance, it is then no surprise that the USSR boycotted the 1936 Berlin Olympic Games along with Spain, which was at the time choked by Communism. Today’s followers of Antifa are woefully or willfully (either way like good golems) ignorant of their organization’s origins when they preach social unity and “human well-being.

Conclusion
The film’s final sports event is a diving sequence, which ends with the diver composed against the sky and dissolving into it: Transcendence. Next, there is a shot of the Olympic Bell together with close-dissolved footage of the Olympic Stadium with their respective circular shapes matching up. Next, the Olympic Torch is seen burning as lights aim up to the sky, form a massive cone, with the bell and Olympic torch framed within them. The light beams match the bell shown moments before and now the corporeal matches the ethereal, ideals guide materials and not vice versa. Spear-like flagpoles appear onscreen matching the large light beams, again material matching ideal. These various national flags are each given an Olympic Wreath before the film finally displays finally the Olympic flag, the one that united them all. Behind this flag are the Stadium Lights, which are next shown behind the Olympic Torch that for now goes out. However, with the music swelling, the light beams point up towards the heavens and unite in a Sun-like image, the Solar Ideal for a Solar Civilization; truly one of the most uplifting moments on all of cinematic history. On a big screen with surround sound for the full orchestral score, a viewing of this scene must be positively mesmerizing.

Combine those idealist aspects with Olympia’s relatively humble patriotism, a patriotism based on deeds rather than outward show, and you get something that today’s Hollywood directors such as Steven Spielberg & Michael Bay, both Jews, can’t ever or simply don’t want to recreate, instead resorting to either cheap sentimentality or overblown adrenaline in their “pro-American” films. Olympia Parts I & II both show a more beautiful and honest 1930s patriotism & nationalism than the American films and government of that, and unfortunately also this, era. President Franklin Delano Roosevelt, leader of the “free world,” ignored Jesse Owens in the same year he was featured prominently in Olympia Part I – Festival of Folks.

Lastly, it’s not only Idealism that is part of National Socialist and Aryanist philosophy. Rather both have a focus on Idealism over the material aspects of life. This is in contrast to Capitalist and Communism that almost exclusively subject themselves to Materialism and simply promote different management systems for material goods with any Ideals many rows back, if present at all.

Watch the Film: Olympia Part II on YouTube

Further Information
Olympia Part I – Festival of Folks
Triumph of the Will – National Socialism’s epic display at the 1935 Nuremberg Rally

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Humor Nazis – 18


Episode #18 – The Bearaboo & Friends

Meet the Bearaboo

It has several levels…

…and solutions to all of life’s problems!

As well as some similarly-minded friends.

The Bearaboo★☭ has a remarkable track record of progress…

…it’s very thankful to those it didn’t kill over it…

…and to the master that created it: The Ksherb✡✡!
It also suffers from cognitive dissonance.
Probably all of that “dividing  & conquering” is getting the best of it.


The Zinists set up a monument to the Red Army in Netanya, Israel in 2012. Look it up. Just in case you thought Jewish appreciation of Cmmunism was an “anti-Semitic conspiracy theory.” Unlike the many other Red Army monuments that are mainly in Eastern Europe, this one was not set up with any involvement or coercion of the Soviet government. The Jews simply wanted it there.

And they still want you to know that “Jewish Blshevism” is “anti-Semitic conspiracy theory.” Chutzpah!

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Complacency within the Cave: The Third Wave

Sword of Elysium: The following is the personal account of Ron Jones, who led a daring experiment that ultimately demonstrated the effectiveness of well-intended authoritarian leadership, yet he was too afraid to follow through to the end due to his democratic indoctrination. Like an escaped prisoner from Plato’s Cave, the Sun seems so unreal when during your whole life all you’ve seen were candlelight and shadows.

Aryanists can use this to study the mechanics of movement building and organization as seen outside of the Third Reich. The case here rather neatly outlines some basic moves, the steps needed to take them, and a shows a good place to apply them: a school. After all, the NSDAP is made infamous for, among others, its startling success in being proactively embraced by the young people of its time. Far more so than any other revolutionary movement anywhere else. This has since been twisted to fit the post-WW2 Zionist narrative, yet the case of “The Third Wave” shows that such methods, even when rather crudely applied and with limited dedication as seen here, can work. What is needed is a powerful personality to hold it together and, as in Ron Jones’s case, not quit.


THE THIRD WAVE
Ron Jones (1972)

For years I kept a strange secret. I shared this silence with two hundred students. Yesterday I ran into one of those students. For a brief moment it all rushed back.

Steve Conigio had been a sophomore student in my World History class. We ran into each other quite by accident. It’s one of those occasions experienced by teachers when they least expect. You’re walking down the street, eating at a secluded restaurant, or buying some underwear when all of a sudden an ex-student pops up to say hello. In this case it was Steve running down the street shouting “Mr. Jones, Mr. Jones.” In an embarrassed hug we greet. I had to stop for a minute to remember. Who is this young man hugging me? He calls me Mr. Jones. Must be a former student. What’s his name? In the split second of my race back in time Steve sensed my questioning and backed up. Then smiled, and slowly raised a hand in a cupped position. My God He’s a member of the Third Wave. It’s Steve, Steve Conigio. He sat in the second row. He was a sensitive and bright student. Played guitar and enjoyed drama.

We just stood there exchanging smiles when without a conscious command I raised my hand in curved position. The salute was give. Two comrades had met long after the war. The Third Wave was still alive. “Mr. Jones do you remember the Third Wave?” I sure do, it was one of the most frightening events I ever experienced in the classroom. It was also the genesis of a secret that I and two hundred students would sadly share for the rest of our lives.

We talked and laughed about the Third Wave for the next few hours. Then it was time to part. It’s strange, you most a past student in these chance ways, You catch a few moments of your life. Hold them tight. Then say goodbye. Not knowing when and if you’d ever see each other again. Oh, you make promises to call each other but It won’t happen. Steve will continue to grow and change. I will remain an ageless benchmark in his life. A presence that will not change. I am Mr. Jones. Steve turns and gives a quiet salute. Hand raised upward in a shape of a curling wave. Hand curved in a similar fashion I return the gesture.

The Third Wave. Well at last it can be talked about. Here I’ve met a student and we’ve talked for hours about this nightmare. The secret must finally be waning. It’s taken three years. I can tell you and anyone else about the Third Wave. It’s now just a dream, something to remember, no it’s something we tried to forget. That’s how it all started. By strange coincidence I think it was Steve who started the Third Ways with a question.

We were studying Nazi Germany and in the middle of a lecture I was interrupted by the question. How could the German populace claim ignorance of the slaughter of the Jewish people? How could the townspeople, railroad conductors, teachers, doctors, claim they knew nothing about concentration camps and human carnage? How can people who were neighbors and maybe even friends of the Jewish citizen say they weren’t there when it happened? It was a good question. I didn’t know the answer.

[SoE: Then may I suggest some apt research to help you answer that question! 1 – Holocaust Handbooks   2 – The Jan 27.org Committee   3- This book archive   4- This online research archive   5- What Really Happened? Well that’s a decent start to what your school teachers avoided for fear of heresy.]

In as such as there were several months still to go in the school year and I was already at World War II, I decided to take a week and explore the question.

STRENGTH THROUGH DISCIPLINE

On Monday, I introduced my sophomore history students to one of the experiences that characterized Nazi Germany. Discipline. I lectured about the beauty of discipline. How an athlete feels having worked hard and regularly to be successful at a sport. How a ballet dancer or painter works hard to perfect a movement. The dedicated patience of a scientist in pursuit of an Idea. It’s discipline. That self training. Control. The power of the will. The exchange of physical hardships for superior mental and physical facilities. The ultimate triumph.

To experience the power of discipline, I invited, no I commanded, the class to exercise and use a new seating posture; I described how proper sitting posture assists mandatory concentration and strengthens the will. In, fact I instructed the class in a sitting posture. This posture started with feet flat on the floor, hands placed flat across the small of the back to force a straight alignment of the spine. “There can’t you breath more easily? You’re more alert. Don’t you feel better.”

We practiced this new attention position over and over. I walked up and down the aisles of seated students pointing out small flaws, making improvements. Proper seating became the most important aspect of learning. I would dismiss the class allowing them to leave their desks and then call them abruptly back to an attention sitting position. In speed drills the class learned to move from standing position to attention sitting in fifteen seconds. In focus drills I concentrated attention on the feet being parallel and flat, ankles locked, knees bent at ninety degree angles, hands flat and crossed against the back, spine straight, chin down, head forward. We did noise drills in which talking was allowed only to be shown as a detraction. Following minutes of progressive drill assignments the class could move from standing positions outside the room to attention sitting positions at their desks without making a sound. The maneuver took five seconds.

It was strange how quickly the students took to this uniform code of behavior I began to wonder just how far they could be pushed. Was this display of obedience a momentary game we were all playing, or was it something else. Was the desire for discipline and uniformity a natural need? A societal instinct we hide within our franchise restaurants and T.V. programming.

[SoE: Nice! Jones is suggesting that the capitalist/consumerist way of life is something we strive to breakout from. Hitler, to a large part, agreed with that.]

I decided to push the tolerance of the class for regimented action. In the final twenty-five minutes of the class I introduced some new rules. Students must be sitting in class at the attention position before the late bell; all students must carry pencils and paper for note taking; when asking or answering questions a student must stand at the side of their desk; the first word given in answering or asking a question is “Mr. Jones.” We practiced short “silent reading” sessions. Students who responded in a sluggish manner were reprimanded and in every case made to repeat their behavior until it was a model of punctuality and respect. The intensity of the response became more important than the content. To accentuate this, I requested answers to be given in three words or less. Students were rewarded for making an effort at answering or asking questions. They were also acknowledged for doing this in a crisp and attentive manner. Soon everyone in the class began popping up with answers and questions. The involvement level in the class moved from the few who always dominated discussions to the entire class. Even stranger was the gradual improvement in the quality of answers. Everyone seemed to be listening more intently. New people were speaking. Answers started to stretch out as students usually hesitant to speak found support for their effort.

As for my part in this exercise, I had nothing but questions. Why hadn’t I thought of this technique before. Students seemed intent on the assignment and displayed Accurate recitation of facts and concepts. They even seemed to be asking better questions and treating each other with more compassion. How could this be? Here I was enacting an authoritarian learning environment and it seemed very productive. I now began to ponder not just how far this class could be pushed but how such I would change my basic beliefs toward an open classroom and self directed learning. Was all my belief in Carl Rogers to shrivel and die? Where was this experiment leading?

[SoE: Well, Carl Rogers, the psychologist in question, proposed what’s called a “client centered” approach to psychology. In the case of the mental care, that may be apt, however in education and raising children, it’s a Tanakh/Old Testament idea to think that children are merely deficient adults and thus need the appropriate rearing. The NSDAP proposed an entirely different approach, more aptly called “Childcare” – and it is best summed up by Adolf Hitler himself in Table Talk on page 523: “The school alone, however, as the instrument for the education of youth, does not suffice, because it is too prone to give priority of interest to purely academic achievement. It is for this reason that I have formed the supplementary organization of the Hitlerjugend and endowed it with the bold motto “Die Jugend von Jugend gefuehrt werden soll”—”Youth must be led by Youth.” In this way I have set up, in their very early years, a process of selectivity amongst young people, whereby the little group leaders soon select themselves. To the judgment of the schoolmaster, who normally confines himself to exact scholastic attainments, is thus added by the Hitler Youth the judgment of the youth leaders, which lays primary value on character—that is, on sense of comradeship, endurance, courage and qualities of leadership.”]

STRENGTH THROUGH COMMUNITY

On Tuesday, the second day of the exercise, I entered the classroom to find everyone sitting in silence at the attention position. Some of their faces were relaxed with smiles that come from pleasing the teacher. But most of the students looked straight ahead in earnest concentration. Neck muscles rigid. No sign of a smile or a thought or even a question. Every fibre strained to perform the deed. To release the tension I went to the chalk board and wrote in big letters “STRENGTH THROUGH DISCIPLINE.” Below this I wrote a second law, “STRENGTH THROUGH COMMUNITY.”

While the class sat in stern silence I began to talk lecture sermonize about the value of community. At this stage of the game I was debating in my own mind whether to stop the experiment or continue. I hadn’t planned such intensity or compliance. In fact I was surprised to find the ideas on discipline enacted at all. While debating whether to stop or go on with the experiment I talked on and on about community. I made up stories from my experiences as an athlete, coach and historian. It was easy. Community is that bond between individuals who work and struggle together. It’s raising a barn with your neighbors, it’s feeling that you are a part of something beyond yourself, a movement, a team, La Raza, a cause.

It was too late to step back. I now can appreciate why the astronomer turns relentlessly to the telescope. I was probing deeper and deeper into my own perceptions and the motivations for group and individual action. There was much more to see and try to understand. Many questions haunted me. Why did the students accept the authority I was imposing? Where is their curiosity or resistance to this marshal behavior. When and how will this end?

[SoE: If you are honest about your intentions and put in a true effort to create something better, then it could end like this. And anyway, at this point Jones wasn’t imposing anything, the students were going along voluntarily and enthusiastically. He hadn’t harmed them yet in anyway. He started an ambitious project though with a lack of vision and then was surprised at how well it was going. It’s his liberal and democratic squeamishness that is getting the better of him here.]

Following my description of community I once again told the class that community like discipline must be experienced if it is to be understood. To provide an encounter with community I had the class recite in unison “Strength Through Discipline.” “Strength Through Community.” First, I would have two students stand and call back our motto. Then add two more until finally the whole class was standing and reciting. It was fun. The students began to look at each other and sense the power of belonging. Everyone was capable and equal. They were doing something together. We worked on this simple act for the entire class period. We would repeat the mottos in a rotating chorus. or say then with various degrees of loudness. Always we said them together, emphasizing the proper way to sit, stand, and talk.

[SoE: “Everyone was capable and equal.” This sounds more like the populism Communists or the likes of Trump preach, as well as SJWs. In the lower ranks of a paramilitary organization, this may work, however the full slice of society in the III Reich based on Quality not Equality.]

I began to think of myself as a part of the experiment. I enjoyed the unified action demonstrated by the students. It was rewarding to see their satisfaction and excitement to do more. I found it harder and harder to extract myself from the momentum and identity that the class was developing. I was following the group dictate as much as I was directing it.

[SoE: As Plato put forth in The Republic, it’s not power that corrupts, instead it’s the desire for power. Here, Jones essentially admits to not having the personality required for effective autocratic leadership. This was the time to quit the experiment, and not days later. However, in the consumerist and pleasure seeking culture of capitalism with democracy on top of it, we can only expect a citizen like Jones to follow their pleasures and wants.]

As the class period was ending and without forethought I created a class salute. It was for class members only. To make the salute you brought your right hand up toward the right shoulder in a curled position. I called it the Third Wave salute because the hand resembled a wave about to top over. The idea for the three came from beach lore that waves travel in chains, the third wave being the last and largest of each series. Since we had a salute I made it a rule to salute all class members outside the classroom. When the bell sounded ending the period I asked the class for complete silence. With everyone sitting at attention I slowly raised my arm and with a cupped hand I saluted. It was a silent signal of recognition. They were something special. Without command the entire group of students returned the salute.

[SoE: Special, indeed. You’ve gained their trust, installed some organizational discipline, and set forth a path. Now, can you guide the movement to higher ideals?]

Throughout the next few days students in the class would exchange this greeting. You would be walking down the hall when all of a sudden three classmates would turn your way each flashing a quick salute. In the library or in gym students would be seen giving this strange hand jive. You would hear a crash of cafeteria food only to have it followed by two classmates saluting each other. The mystique of thirty individuals doing this strange gyration soon brought more attention to the class and its experiment into the German personality. Many students outside the class asked if they could join.

STRENGTH THROUGH ACTION

On Wednesday, I decided to issue membership cards to every student that wanted to continue what I now called the experiment. Not a single student elected to leave the room. In this the third day of activity there were forty-three students in the class. Thirteen students had cut class to be a part of the experiment. While the class sat at attention I gave each person a card. I marked three of the cards with a red X and informed the recipients that they had a special assignment to report any students not complying to class rules. I then proceeded to talk about the meaning of action. I explained how discipline and community were meaningless without action. I discussed the beauty of taking full responsibility for ones action. Of believing so thoroughly in yourself and your community or family that you will do anything to preserve, protect and extend that being. I stressed how hard work and allegiance to each other would allow accelerated learning and accomplishment. I reminded students of what it felt like being in classes where competition caused pain and degradation. Situations in which students were pitted against each other in everything from gym to reading. The feeling of never acting, never being a part of something, never supporting each other.

[SoE: Here is seems like Jones was really on the right course. This is quite good team morale building.]

At this point students stood without prompting and began to give what amounted to testimonials. “Mr. Jones, for the first time I’m learning lots of things.” “Mr. Jones, why don’t you teach like this all the time.” I was shocked! Yes, I had been pushing information at them in an extremely controlled setting, but the fact that they found it comfortable and acceptable was startling. It was equally disconcerting to realize that complex and time consuming written homework assignments on German life were being completed and even enlarged on by students. Performance in academic skill areas was significantly improving. They were learning more. And they seemed to want more. I began to think that the students might do anything I assigned. I decided to find out.

[SoE: Here Jones essentially has empirical proof that the emulating the NSDAP can generate great results. This is the start of the secret of how the NSDAP raised a decimated, corrupt, debt-ridden, and reeling Germany to a powerhouse – strength through strategic action guided by capable leadership. Not terror and all the usual horror stories we here. Yet, here the case of Ron Jones can be, once again, linked to Plato’s Cave. He has seen some of the real sunlight, yet his first reaction is fear. A telling, if unfortunate, example of our democratic/consumerist/pleasure-driven, and Freudian world.]

To allow students the experience of direct action I gave each individual a specific verbal assignment. “It’s your task to design a Third Wave Banner. You are responsible for stopping any student that is not a Third Wave member from entering this room. I want you to remember and be able to recite by tomorrow the name and address of every Third Wave Member. You are assigned the problem of training and convincing at least twenty children in the adjacent elementary school that our sitting posture is necessary for better learning. It’s your job to read this pamphlet and report its entire content to the class before the period ends. I want each of you to give me the name and address of one reliable friend that you think might want to join the Third Wave.”…

To conclude the session on direct action, I instructed students in a simple procedure for initiating new members. It went like this. A new member had only to be recommended by an existing member and issued a card by me. Upon receiving this card the new member had to demonstrate knowledge of our rules and pledge obedience to them. My announcement unleashed a fervor.

[SoE: How interesting. In Mein Kampf, Hitler proposed a similar method for NSDAP recruitment once the party had succeeded in elections: “The greatest danger that can threaten a movement is an abnormal increase in the number of its members, owing to its too rapid success. So long as a movement has to carry on a hard and bitter fight, people of weak and fundamentally egotistic temperament will steer very clear of it; but these will try to be accepted as members the moment the party achieves a manifest success in the course of its development.

“It is on these grounds that we are to explain why so many movements which were at first successful slowed down before reaching the fulfillment of their purpose and, from an inner weakness which could not otherwise be explained, gave up the struggle and finally disappeared from the field. As a result of the early successes achieved, so many undesirable, unworthy and especially timid individuals became members of the movement that they finally secured the majority and stifled the fighting spirit of the others. These inferior elements then turned the movement to the service of their personal interests and, debasing it to the level of their own miserable heroism, no longer struggled for the triumph of the original idea. The fire of the first fervor died out, the fighting spirit flagged and, as the bourgeois world is accustomed to say very justly in such cases, the party mixed water with its wine.

“For this reason it is necessary that a movement should, from the sheer instinct of self-preservation, close its lists to new membership the moment it becomes successful.” ~Mein Kampf, page 469.

As stated before, Quality over Quantity.]

The school was alive with conjecture and curiosity. It affected everyone. The school cook asked what a Third Wave cookie looked like. I said chocolate chip of course. Our principal came into an afternoon faculty meeting and gave me the Third Wave salute. I saluted back. The Librarian thanked me for the 30′ banner on learning which she placed above the library entrance. By the end of the day over two hundred students were admitted into the order. I felt very alone and a little scared.

Most of my fear emanated from the incidence of “tattletaling.” Though I formally appointed only three students to report deviate behavior, approximately twenty students came to me with reports about how Allan didn’t salute, or Georgine was talking critically about our experiment. This incidence of monitoring meant that half the class now considered it their duty to observe and report on members of their class. Within this avalanche of reporting one legitimate conspiracy did seem underway ….

[SoE: Well, Jones has grasped the power, though we have already seen that he is not likely to be able to hold it by himself. Neither did Hitler for that matter, however he selectively added to all ranks of his movement as it grew and thus kept an effective structure.]

Three women in the class had told their parents all about our classroom activities. These three young women were by far the most intelligent students in the class. As friends they chummed together. They possessed a silent confidence and took pleasure in a school setting that gave them academic and leadership opportunity. During the days of the experiment I was curious how they would respond to the equalitarian and physical reshaping of the class. The rewards they were accustomed to winning just didn’t exist in the experiment. The intellectual skills of questioning and reasoning were non-existent. In the martial atmosphere of the class they seemed stunned and pensive. Now that I look back, they appeared much like the child with so-called learning disability. They watched the activities and participated in a mechanical fashion. Whereas others jumped in, they held back, watching.

[SoE: Jones admits that the he skewed the “experiment” in favor of quantity over quality, obviously due to his own poor leadership and lots of self-doubt. Otherwise, poor performers would not have been promoted and there would have been better participant evaluation.]

In telling their parents of the experiment they set up a brief chain of events. The rabbi for one of the parents called me at home. He was polite and condescending. I told him we were merely studying the German personality. He seemed delighted and told me not to worry. He would talk to the parents and calm their concern. In concluding, this conversation I envisioned similar conversations throughout history in which the clergy accepted and apologized for untenable conditions. If only he would have raged in anger or simply investigated the situation I could point the students to an example of righteous rebellion. But no. The rabbi became a part of the experiment in remaining ignorant of the oppression in the experiment he became an accomplice and advocate.

[SoE: LOL, what oppression? You have a well run class with a strict discipline code, yet more lax than the typical uniformed service, which is not really called oppressive, so… pathos and overly emotional reaction devoid of pure reason. The experiment has by this point turned into a poor example of paramilitary structure with obvious non-merit based promotion as admitted earlier and this is the groundwork for tribalism that exists today. And thus, no surprise that a rabbi got interested in the experiment. Jones isn’t recreating the German III Reich anymore, but a version of the Soviet Union that, no surprise, was packed with Jews at its inception.]

By the end of the third day I was exhausted. I was tearing apart. The balance between role-playing and directed behavior became indistinguishable. Many of the students were completely into being Third Wave Members. They demanded strict obedience of the rules from other students and bullied those that took the experiment lightly. Others simply sunk into the activity and took self-assigned roles. I particularly remember Robert. Robert was big for his age and displayed very few academic skills. Oh he tried harder than anyone I know to be successful. He handed in elaborate weekly reports copied word for word from the reference books in the library. Robert is like so many kids in school that don’t excel or cause trouble. They aren’t bright, they can’t make the athletic teams, and don’t strike out for attention. They are lost. Invisible. The only reason I came to know Robert at all is that I found him eating lunch in my classroom. He always ate lunch alone.

Well, the Third Wave gave Robert a place in school. At least he was equal to everyone. He could do something. Take part. Be meaningful. That’s just what Robert did. Late Wednesday afternoon I found Robert following me and asked what in the world was he doing. He smiled (I don’t think I had ever seen him smile) and announced, “Mr. Jones I’m your bodyguard. I’m afraid something will happen to you. Can I do it Mr. Jones, please?”

[SoE: Robert wasn’t equal. Jones simply found a more effective class structure than existed before. One based on cooperation and achievement, thus more classmates contributed to the class than before, however they were not all equal. As we can see from his description of Robert, the young man lacked vision, thus couldn’t rise too high in the ranks of any organization, however the paramilitary-like structure that Jones created allowed a loner to find his place and contribute. I mean, a timid loner showed initiative and volunteered for a demanding position. That should be seen as a small success, for the movement and for Robert.]

Given that assurance and smile I couldn’t say no. I had a bodyguard. All day long he opened and closed doors for me. He walked always on my right. Just smiling and saluting other class members. He followed me everywhere. In the faculty room (closed to students) he stood at silent attention while I gulped some coffee. When accosted by an English teacher for being a student in the “teachers’ room” he just smiled and informed the faculty member that he wasn’t a student. He was a bodyguard.

STRENGTH THROUGH PRIDE

On Thursday I began to draw the experiment to a conclusion. I was exhausted and worried. Many students were over the line. The Third Wave had become the center of their existence. I was in pretty bad shape myself. I was now acting instinctively as a dictator. Oh I was benevolent. And I daily argued to myself on the benefits of the learning experience. By this, the fourth day of the experiment I was beginning to lose my own arguments. As I spent more time playing the role I had less time to remember its rational origins and purpose. I found myself sliding into the role even when it wasn’t necessary. I wondered if this doesn’t happen to lots of people. We get or take an ascribed role and then bend our life to fit the image. Soon the image is the only identity people will accept. So we become the image. The trouble with the situation and role I had created was that I didn’t have time to think where it was leading. Events were crushing around me. I worried for students doing things they would regret. I worried for myself.

Once again I faced the thoughts of closing the experiment or letting it go its own course. Both options were unworkable. If I stopped the experiment a great number of students would be left hanging. They had committed themselves in front of their peers to radical behavior. Emotionally and psychologically they had exposed themselves. If I suddenly jolted them back to classroom reality I would face a confused student-body for the remainder of the year. It would be too painful and demeaning for Robert and the students like him to be twisted back into a seat and told it’s just a game. They would take the ridicule from the brighter students that participated in a measured and cautious way. I couldn’t let the Roberts lose again.

[SoE: Jones shows some empathy, yet doesn’t have the ability to truly follow through with it.]

The other option of just letting the experiment run its course was also out of the question. Things were already getting out of control. Wednesday evening someone had broken into the room and ransacked the place. (I later found out it was the father of one of the students. He was a retired air force colonel who had spent time in a German prisoner of war camp. Upon hearing of our activity he simply lost control. Late in the evening he broke into the room and tore it apart. I found him that morning propped up against the classroom door. He told me about his friends that had been killed in Germany. He was holding on to me and shaking. In staccato words he pleaded that I understand and help him get home. I called his wife and with the help of a neighbor walked him home. We spent hours later talking about what he felt and did, but from that moment on Thursday morning I was more concerned with what might be happening at school.

[SoE: Oy vey, poor old soldier. Participated in a massive carpet bombing campaign that killed untold numbers of civilians, was then surprised that the enemy he sworn to wipe off the face off the Earth rough-housed him in prison and conducted select executions, and finally acts like him and his in-group are the only ones who suffered during a massive war.]

I was increasingly worried about how our activity was affecting the faculty and other students in the school. The Third Wave was disrupting normal learning. Students were cutting class to participate and the school counselors were beginning to question every student in the class. The real gestapo in the school was at work. Faced with this experiment exploding in one hundred directions, I decided to try an old basketball strategy. When you’re playing against all the odds the best action to take is to try the unexpected. That’s what I did.

[SoE: LOL @ “gestapo.” If the word “nazi” isn’t misused, it’s the word “gestapo,” or the largely unarmed police unit that initially was created to investigate white-collar crime and later suspected communists, such as similar organizations in the US and Britain, and all anti-communist nations, really. The German III Reich had relatively small numbers of secret police per capita: “Something of an afterthought when it was set up in 1933, the Gestapo never numbered more than 16,000 officers, not nearly enough to patrol tens of millions of people. Cologne, with a population of 750,000, had 69 Gestapo officers, less than one per 10,000 inhabitants. In most small towns the Gestapo was not present at all.”]

By Thursday the class had swollen in size to over eighty students. The only thing that allowed them all to fit was the enforced discipline of sitting in silence at attention. A strange calm is in effect when a room full of people sit in quite observation and anticipation. It helped me approach them in a deliberate way. I talked about pride. “Pride is more than banners or salutes. Pride Is something no one can take from you. Pride is knowing you are the best… It can’t be destroyed …”

In the midst of this crescendo I abruptly changed and lowered my voice to announce the real reason for the Third Wave. In slow methodic tone I explained what was behind the Third Wave. “The Third Wave isn’t just an experiment or classroom activity. It’s far more important than that. The Third Wave Is a nationwide program to find students who are willing to fight for political change in this country. That’s right. This activity we have been doing has been practice for the real thing. Across the country teachers like myself have been recruiting and training a youth brigade capable of showing the nation a better society through discipline, community. pride, and action. If we can change the way that school is run, we can change the way that factories, stores, universities and all the other institutions are run. You are a selected group of young people chosen to help in this cause. If you will stand up and display what You have learned in the past four days…we can change the destiny of this nation. We can bring it a new sense of order. community, pride and action. A new purpose. Everything rests with you and your willingness to take a stand.”

To give validity to the seriousness of my words I turned to the three women in the class whom I knew had questioned the Third Wave. I demanded that they leave the room. I explained why I acted and then assigned four guards to escort the women to the library and to restrain them from entering the class on Friday. Then in dramatic style I informed the class of a special noon rally to take place on Friday. This would be a rally for Third Wave Members only.

[SoE: Such as this one?]

It was a wild gamble. I just kept talking. Afraid that if I stopped someone would laugh or ask a question and the grand scheme would dissolve in chaos. I explained how at noon on Friday a national candidate for president would announce the formation of a Third Wave Youth Program. Simultaneous to this announcement over 1000 youth groups from every part of the country would stand up and display their support for such a movement. I confided that they were the students selected to represent their area. I also questioned if they could make a good showing, because the press had been invited to record the event. No one laughed. There was not a murmur of resistance. quite the contrary. A fever pitch of excitement swelled across the room. “We can do it!” “Should we wear white shirts?” “Can we bring friends?” “Mr. Jones, have you seen this advertisement in Time magazine?”
The clincher came quite by accident. It was a full page color advertisement in the current issue of Time for some lumber products. The advertiser identified his product as the Third Wave. The advertisement proclaimed in big red, white and blue letters, “The Third Wave is coming.”
“Is this part of the campaign, Mr. Jones?”
“Is it a code or something?”
“Yes. Now listen carefully.”

“It’s all set for tomorrow. Be in the small auditorium ten minutes before 12:00. Be seated. Be ready to display the discipline, community, and pride you have learned. Don’t talk to anyone about this. This rally is for members only.”

STRENGTH THROUGH UNDERSTANDING

On Friday, the final day of the exercise, I spent the early morning preparing the auditorium for the rally. At eleven thirty students began to ant their way into the room; at first a few scouting the way and then more. Row after row began to fill. A hushed silence shrouded the room. Third Wave banners hung like clouds over the assembly. At twelve o’clock sharp I closed the room and placed guards at each door. Several friends of mine posing as reporters and photographers began to interact with the crowd taking pictures and jotting frantic descriptive notes. A group photograph was taken. Over two hundred students were crammed into the room. Not a vacant seat could be found. The group seemed to be composed of students from many persuasions. There were the athletes, the social prominents, the student leaders, the loners, the group of kids that always left school early, the bikers, the pseudo hip, a few representatives of the school’s dadaist click, and some of the students that hung out at the laundromat. The entire collection however looked like one force as they sat in perfect attention. Every person focusing on the T.V. set I had in the front of the room. No one moved. The room was empty of sound. It was like we were all witness to a birth. The tension and anticipation was beyond belief.

“Before turning on the national press conference, which begins in five minutes, I want to demonstrate to the press the extent of our training.” With that, I gave the salute followed automatically by two hundred arms stabbing a reply. I then said the words “Strength Through Discipline” followed by a repetitive chorus. We did this again, and again. Each time the response was louder. The photographers were circling the ritual snapping pictures but by now they were ignored. I reiterated the importance of this event and asked once more for a show of allegiance. It was the last time I would ask anyone to recite. The room rocked with a guttural cry, “Strength Through Discipline.”

It was 12:05. I turned off the lights in the room and walked quickly to the television set. The air in the room seemed to be drying up. It felt hard to breathe and even harder to talk. It was as if the climax of shouting souls had pushed everything out of’ the room. I switched the television set on. I was now standing next to the television directly facing the room full of people. The machine came to life producing a luminous field of phosphorus light. Robert was at my side. I whispered to him to watch closely and pay attention to the next few minutes. The only light in the room was coming from the television and it played against the faces in the room. Eyes strained and pulled at the light but the pattern didn’t change. The room stayed deadly still. Waiting. There was a mental tug of war between the people in the room and the television. The television won. The white glow of the test pattern didn’t snap into the vision of a political candidate. It just whined on. Still the viewers persisted. There must be a program. It must be coming on. Where is it? The trance with the television continued for what seemed like hours. It was 12:07. Nothing. A blank field of white. It’s not going to happen. Anticipation turned to anxiety and then to frustration. Someone stood up and shouted.

“There isn’t any leader is there?” Everyone turned in shock. First to the despondent student and then back to the television. Their faces held looks of disbelief.

In the confusion of the moment I moved slowly toward the television. I turned it off. I felt air rush back into the room. The room remained in fixed silence but for the first time I could sense people breathing. Students were withdrawing their arms from behind their chairs. I expected a flood of questions, but instead got intense quietness. I began to talk. Every word seemed to be taken and absorbed.

[SoE: These young people now know you lied to them and led them on, to see why, see Original Nobility.]

“Listen closely, I have something important to tell you.” “Sit down.” “There is no leader! There is no such thing as a national youth movement called the Third Wave. You have been used. Manipulated. Shoved by your own desires into the place you now find yourself. You are no better or worse than the German Nazis we have been studying.”

[SoE: Yet the so called “German Nazis” had a leader and he followed through on his promises, so what does that say about you, Mr. Jones?]

“You thought that you were the elect. That you were better than those outside this room. You bargained your freedom for the comfort of discipline and superiority. You chose to accept that group’s will and the big lie over your own conviction. Oh, you think to yourself that you were just going along for the fun. That you could extricate yourself at any moment. But where were you heading? How far would you have gone? Let me show you your future.”

With that I switched on a rear screen projector. It quickly illuminated a white drop cloth hanging behind the television. Large numbers appeared in a countdown. The roar of the Nuremberg Rally blasted into vision. My heart was pounding. In ghostly images the history of the Third Reich paraded into the room. The discipline. The march of super race. The big lie. Arrogance, violence, terror. People being pushed into vans. The visual stench of death camps. Faces without eyes. The trials. The plea of ignorance. I was only doing my job. My job. As abruptly as it started the film froze to a halt on a single written frame. “Everyone must accept the blame. No one can claim that they didn’t in some way take part.”

[SoE: Oh, you mean that ghastly footage of camps shot at the end of the war in a starved and bombed out Germany? Yeah, it was a real nightmare… caused by the Western Allies and USSR during a genocidal carpet combing and strafing campaign that reduced most central European cities to this!]

The room stayed dark as the final footage of film flapped against the projector. I felt sick to my stomach. The room sweat and smelt like a locker room. No one moved. It was as if everyone wanted to dissect the moment, figure out what had happened. Like awakening from a dream and deep sleep, the entire room of people took one last look back into their consciousness. I waited for several minutes to let everyone catch up. Finally questions began to emerge. All of the questions probed at imaginary situations and sought to discover the meaning of this event.

In the still darkened room I began the explanation. I confessed my feeling of sickness and remorse. I told the assembly that a full explanation would take quite a while. But to start. I sensed myself moving from an introspective participant in the event toward the role of teacher. It’s easier being a teacher. In objective terms I began to describe the past events.

[SoE: Hardly “objective” terms.]

“Through the experience of the past week we have all tasted what it was like to live and act in Nazi Germany. We learned what it felt like to create a disciplined social environment. To build a special society. Pledge allegiance to that society. Replace reason with rules. Yes, we would all have made good Germans. We would have put on the uniform. Turned our head as friends and neighbors were cursed and then persecuted. Pulled the locks shut. Worked in the “defense” plants. Burned ideas. Yes, we know in a small way what it feels like to find a hero. To grab quick solution. Feel strong and in control of destiny. We know the fear of being left out. The pleasure of doing something right and being rewarded. To be number one. To be right. Taken to an extreme we have seen and perhaps felt what these actions will lead to. we each have witnessed something over the past week. We have seen that fascism is not just something those other people did. No. it’s right here. In this room. In our own personal habits and way of life. Scratch the surface and it appears. Something in all of us. We carry it like a disease. The belief that human beings are basically evil and therefore unable to act well toward each other. A belief that demands a strong leader and discipline to preserve social order. And there is something else. The act of apology.

[SoE: Ahh, conservatism, or “the category of political positions based on the belief that people are unimprovable, and hence that the function of the state is to limit the damage done in a nation by the unimprovable people.” That sounds like a real prison, unlike the this.]

“This is the final lesson to be experienced. This last lesson is perhaps the one of greatest importance. This lesson was the question that started our plunge in studying Nazi life. Do you remember the question? It concerned a bewilderment at the German populace claiming ignorance and non-involvement in the Nazi movement. If I remember the question. it went something like this. How could the German soldier, teacher, railroad conductor, nurse, tax collector, the average citizen, claim at the end of the Third Reich that they knew nothing of what was going on. How can a people be a part of something and then claim at the demise that they were not really involved? What causes people to blank out their own history? In the next few minutes and perhaps years, you will have an opportunity to answer this question.”

[SoE: Maybe because the the near entirety of what they were told after the war just didn’t add up? And they saw what was being done to their fellow citizens by the Western Allies and the USSR?]

“If our enactment of the Fascist mentality is complete not one of you will ever admit to being at this final Third Wave rally. Like the Germans, you will have trouble admitting to yourself that you come this far. You will not allow your friends and parents to know that you were willing to give up individual freedom and power for the dictates of order and unseen leaders. You can’t admit to being manipulated. Being a follower. To accepting the Third Wave as a way of life. You won’t admit to participating in this madness. You will keep this day and this rally a secret. It’s a secret I shall share with you.”

[SoE: The fact is that the Third Reich’s methods were actually positive and effective, and the condition of Germany in 1932 vs 1938 showed that 6 years of NSDAP rule revitalized a moribund and devastated nation, albeit not along the traditional liberal or conservative rules, and it is this RADICAL NEW aspect of the NSDAP that frightens so many people away, traditionalists, liberals, and neo-nazis alike. Like the dweller of Plato’s gave who walks outside, they’re utterly dumbstruck by the actual sunlight.]

I took the film from the three cameras in the room and pulled the celluloid into the exposing light. The deed was concluded. The trial was over. The Third Wave had ended. I glanced over my shoulder. Robert was crying. Students slowly rose from their Chairs and without words filed into the outdoor light. I walked over to Robert and threw my arms around him. Robert was sobbing. Taking in large uncontrollable gulps of air. “It’s over.” it’s all right.” In our consoling each other we became a rock in the stream of exiting students. Some swirled back to momentarily hold Robert and me. Others cried openly and then brushed away tears to carry on. Human beings circling and holding each other. Moving toward the door and the world outside.

For a week in the middle of a school year we had shared fully in life. And as predicted we also shared a deep secret. In the four years I taught at Cubberley High School no one ever admitted to attending the Third Wave Rally. Oh, we talked and studied our actions intently. But the rally itself. No. It was something we all wanted to forget.

[SoE: What a shame, one of the most profound learning experiences of the students’ life, one that demonstrated so many positive virtues you scrap? What you needed was a better leader and the case of Adolf Hitler, rising from Vienna vagrant to Führer und Reichskanzler demonstrates that a good leader can come from even the most unexpected place.]

Source: Part I & II


SoE Endnote: All in all, this was a very interesting experiment and despite it’s shoddy implementation where doubt undermined the effort from the start, this remains an interesting case. The film Fight Club offers a like-minded take on autocratic revolutionary moments, albeit in a dark humored way, in that it assumes from the start that these movements are flawed and all wrong. It’s the Politically Correct and Zionist Correct lens that we’ve been forced to view autocracy in the mainstream.

A.J.P. Taylor, despite not being sympathetic to the National Socialist Revolution in Germany, offered one of the most interesting quotes on Hitler:

“We apply to the behaviour of our own governments a generosity of interpretation which we do not extend to others. People regard Hitler as wicked; and then find proofs of his wickedness in evidence which they would not use against others. Why do they apply this double standard? Only because they assume Hitler’’s wickedness in the first place.”
~A.J.P Taylor, Origins of the Second World War

This is the grave fault that has undermined virtually all study of the III Reich since 1945 and was the genesis of the skewed version of Hitler as presented in the US, British, and Soviet press. Interesting to note, that NSDAP propaganda relied much less on demonic caricatures, even of its wartime enemies. The sources linked to throughout this rebuttal, which by no means form some monolithic “nazi rebuttal” and are actually quite varied in their opinion of the German III Reich, yet they provide a more honest investigation into this fascinating state, its time period, and its ideas. It’s high time that more research take that route, since there is still much to learn about National Socialism, autocracy, and revolution.

Plato’s Allegory of the Cave

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The Dark Knight: Turbulence of the Times

Written by Aryan Sanctuary

The Dark Knight, released 2008, I consider to be one of the best-made movies of the 2000s, a pleasant surprise following the rubbish that was Batman Begins. Christian Bale’s portrayal of Batman is my favourite among all the actors whom I have seen play the character, and Heath Ledger puts on the performance of a lifetime as the Joker. The atmosphere of the movie captures very well the darkness inside which more and more of the world now feels it lives as the optimism of the 90s moves further and further into the past, and the story deals with numerous political ideas relevant to our times.

To qualify this, let me begin by stating that I am not that big a fan of comic-book-originated superheroes as a whole, and for a specific reason: their stories are generally not allowed to have a definitive ending. The Gotham City mythos, for example, is about Batman fighting crime but never actually ending it. (The real-life pragmatic reason for this is so that DC can milk the franchise for as long as it is profitable. This is how capitalism poisons art.) Indeed, to defend this type of perpetual (and thus ultimately pointless) storytelling, characters who could establish a better society are required to be denigrated.

In The Dark Knight, this is seen in the portrayal of Brian, the Batman copycat. He is portrayed as physically ugly, fat, incompetent and with a ridiculous costume that even Batman disses: “I’m not wearing hockey pads.” He is told by Batman: “Don’t let me find you out here again!” and “I don’t need help!”

Bruce Wayne later repeats this assertion to Alfred: “That [ie. people like Brian] wasn’t exactly what I had in mind when I said I wanted to inspire people.” Brian is later captured by the Joker and tortured to death, and his corpse is hung from the side of a skyscraper. His death is the most gruesome in the whole movie. And why? Because he was actually trying to follow Batman’s example. So the underlying message is: “Yes, Batman is cool, but don’t you try emulating him. Not only will your own hero diss you, but you will end up dead, fast.”

The truth is, if enough people like Brian made the effort, there is no reason why Gotham City could not be cleaned up once and for all. This, however, would contradict the Gotham City mythos (and DC’s desire for continued profit). This is why Jewish-created comic-book superheroes are never fully satisfying to the Aryan mind, because the superheroes – despite all the villains they apparently defeat – never actually succeed in creating a better world. (The Joker himself notices this, saying to Batman: “I think you and I are destined to do this forever.”) Even if such superheroes existed in real life, it would not be them who will create a better world here either, which is why Jews do not mind them being glorified. The people they cannot permit to be glorified are people like Brian, ordinary people who care, and who really can change the world if enough of us united and organized.

Setting aside this one point, though, The Dark Knight nevertheless contains excellent social commentary and ethical positives, characterizing and contrasting well the two sides of the conflict, which is what the remainder of this review focuses on.

The special significance of Batman as a superhero is that he has no superpowers at all. What he has instead is a lot of money. Wayne exemplifies one of the few ways to spend money positively: not to try to fund change from within the system, which inevitably plays right back into the enemy’s hands (more on this later), but to acquire the means with which we can work outside the system – in his case advanced weapons, armour and vehicles that give him the ability to fight crime in person as Batman, and to himself avoid apprehension by the police after doing so. An example of Batman’s effectiveness is provided early in the movie. Lau relocated to China to use the defence of national boundaries against criminal justice (similar to how Jews on more than 100 occasions have repeatedly found countries willing to take them in as they escape from other countries after profiting dishonestly there). Batman’s response is to ignore boundary-based bureaucracy and capture Lau himself. In the Joker’s words: “Batman has no jurisdiction.” In contrast to the rightist approach of deportation as a ‘solution’ to crime, which really means deliberately endangering other countries with the very same criminals that rightists do not want in their own countries, Batman demonstrates moral universalism by seeing a duty to bring back to Gotham City even criminals who have fled from it on their own initiative (and hence by definition would have no further local victims), in order that they both face prosecution for their past crimes and are prevented from repeating their crimes on victims elsewhere. Batman would surely disdain the rightist argument: “Lau continuing his criminal career in China is not a problem, since all his future victims will be Chinese.”

The foil to Batman is Harvey Dent, who is trying to work within the system, and his devolution into Two-Face as the story progresses. The descent begins almost as soon as Wayne decides to promote Dent, and we were never really surprised that it would happen as the Joker’s side continues to win (even when the Joker himself at times appears to be captured or defeated) via his own agents who are also embedded within the system. This is something that those well-meaning people who believe exclusively in working within the system often forget: they are not the only ones doing so – the enemy work inside the system also, but at the same time work outside the system. When one side works only inside the system while the other side works both inside and outside, the former should expect to lose.

The Joker himself is not so much an individual villain as the embodiment of the times. It is implied that we should not try analyzing him as a person early on when he tells multiple conflicting backstories about himself. The movie also deliberately leaves out explanations of how the Joker manages to coordinate his agents, thereby making it feel as though everything just fell into place naturally. This is further reinforced by the opening scene where each masked bank robber kills the one before him, leaving only one alive at the end, who only then removes his mask and reveals himself to be the Joker. As such, we cannot dismiss the movie by thinking that none of it would have happened if the Joker hadn’t shown up; the point is, when the people as a whole have sunken low enough, the events of the movie become a matter of course. If you understand the Joker as a collective archetype, you will see his face behind the barbarism that has been spreading through the real world this decade, and about to spill over into the next. Zionists might have been responsible for the false-flag terror attacks, but Zionists cannot force people to condone the insane invasions of Iraq and Afghanistan in response; the Joker was the one who did that. Zionists might be funding the EDL and all the other so-called ‘defence leagues’ and all the Islamophobic political parties, but Zionists cannot force people to join them or vote for them; the Joker is the one doing that. In his words: “Madness, as you know, is like gravity. All it takes is a little push.”

It all culminates in the “social experiment” scene, where the Joker gives the passengers on each boat the option of detonating the other boat to save themselves, or risk the other boat possibly doing the same to them. Even more poignantly, he has set it up asymmetrically, so that one boat contains convicted prisoners while the other contains ordinary civilians. As the Joker explains: “So, who’s it going to be: Harvey Dent’s most wanted scumbag collection, or the sweet and innocent civilians? You choose… oh, and you might want to decide quickly, because the people on the other boat might not be so noble.”

This is a classic Zionist tactic, symbolized by the Freemasonic black-and-white chequered chessboard: when you want to start a war, divide people into White Pawns and Black Pawns such that White Pawns believe Black Pawns are intrinsically evil, and Black Pawns believe White Pawns will insist they are evil no matter how they behave. This is the division that makes empathy between the two sides most difficult. We and other anti-Zionists have been exposing this trick for years. Then, we see the democratic foolishness of the military crew trying to let the passengers vote on the issue.

Simultaneously, we have the police SWAT team surrounding the Joker’s building and talking about: “taking out the clowns and saving the hostages”, while Batman, who is inside the building, realizes: “The SWATs are attacking the wrong people. The clowns are the hostages.” (Sounds familiar? You’ve probably read it here ten times before referring to Muslims and other Zionist-designated scapegoat minority groups.) But it all happens too quickly, and Batman ends up having to fight both the Joker’s henchmen and the SWAT team at the same time just to save the hostages. This is what we are trying to avoid having to do, by the way.

Of course, because it is a movie, the passengers end up making the correct choice of refusing to press the button, but as I watch the news every day and read enemy blogs every day, I wonder if we can find enough people in reality willing to do the same.

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2017 UPDATE

Miecz requested that I update this post for reposting at SoE. Looking back at the movie again today, the Joker’s speech to Dent in the hospital becomes ever more chilling for its widespread accuracy: “Nobody panics when things go according to plan, even when the plan is horrifying.” Back in the 2000s, it was bad enough seeing the lack of public panic in response to Israel’s overtly planned, but horrifying treatment of Palestinians. Today we additionally see the same lack of public panic in response to Trump’s planned, but horrifying treatment of undocumented Americans; or to Viktor Orban’s planned, but horrifying treatment of refugees; or to Aung San’s planned, but horrifying treatment of Rohingya. Instead, people are effortlessly thrown into panic again and again by events that do not APPEAR to be planned (but in fact certainly are, merely covertly), such as false flag terror attacks invariably blamed on Muslims (and nowadays typically believed without demand for evidence).

Reality had a chance to follow the movie, but it did not. The detonation button has already been pressed. To use just the refugee crisis as an example, far more people have drowned in the Mediterranean alone than were killed in 9/11. All these drownings could have been easily prevented, but were not – not just not by the openly anti-refugee states, but not even by the states which claim to care about refugees, because even these states are too intimidated by their own anti-refugee majorities to take the rescue effort more seriously. As the Joker said: “Their morals, their code, it’s a bad joke. Dropped at the first sign of trouble. They’re only as good as the world allows them to be. I’ll show you. When the chips are down, these… these civilized people, they’ll eat each other. See, I’m not a monster. I’m just ahead of the curve.”

As of 2017, we are going round that curve. It is too late for prevention. We can only hope to one day cure it, and cure is harder than prevention. But cure begins with acknowledging sickness. We have to acknowledge that we live in the Joker’s world now, and may well remain stuck in such a world for the rest of our lives.

The                                  times
embodiment of the

The best we can do now is to maintain at all costs our memories of the times when the world was not like this, so that we remain convinced that the Joker’s world is not the only possible world, for only then can we convince others of this, and hopefully get enough people to build that other world back up all over again.

Bruce Wayne: People are dying, Alfred. What would you have me do?

Alfred Pennyworth: Endure, Master Wayne. Take it. They’ll hate you for it, but that’s the point of Batman, he can be the outcast. He can make the choice that no one else can make, the right choice.


Related Information:
The Handed Victory vs Gnostic Struggle – how movie different victories are won
Idealism & Freedom – when heroism can be emulated
ZC Weapons: Hyper-Reality – more on Judaic “heroism” vs Aryan Idealism

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Robocop 3: Duty vs. Power

Written by Aryan Sanctuary

Since I have been recently referring to this movie so often, I figured that I might as well review the movie itself! This should also help those who have not seen the movie but who see me talking about “Rehabs” etc. all the time and wonder what I am talking about. I also feel that over the last month or so I have already said all that I can say on the issue of resisting deportation. I honestly don’t know what else needs to be said, except that RoboCop 3 has most of it covered.

RoboCop 3 is widely considered to be a bad movie by RoboCop fans, and on many levels I agree. Murphy is no longer played by Peter Weller; most of the action scenes – especially those involving Murphy himself – are downright silly; there are obvious storyline inconsistencies in relation to the first two RoboCop movies; there are countless unnecessary plot elements that would have been better off removed; and so on. At the very least it could certainly have been made much better than it was. But from a political perspective I have always liked it. Therefore, for the purposes of this review, I will completely ignore the bad stuff, and focus only on the themes that I consider to be both important and well-expressed. Like the entire series, it is set in what in the 1990s was considered to be the near future in terms of technology (in fact its videophones are less advanced than present-day smartphones), using a dystopian Detroit as a microcosm of society. Of course, back when I first saw the movie in the 90s I never expected to see the villains become real in the very country which produced the movie (back in those days I wasn’t even aware how bad it really was for the Palestinians at the hands of Israel). Even in my previous blog post referencing the movie, I was talking about France, not the US:

http://aryanism.net/blog/aryan-sanctuary/robocop-3-becoming-real/

And I hardly need to again bring up Myanmar, Hungary, etc.. But, as of 2017, we cannot but face up to the reality that the villains have indeed become real in the US too:

https://www.yahoo.com/news/us-agents-aggressive-sweep-unauthorized-migrants-131936453.html

ICE agents are now targeting places that used to be respected as sanctuaries of sorts, and have dropped guidelines urging a focus only on serious criminals.

The result: all undocumented migrants can be equally targeted.

One recent high-profile detention was of ‘Dreamer’ Daniela Vargas, 22, who was born in Argentina and came to the United States as a child.

When ICE agents came to her home to arrest her father and brother, both undocumented migrants, Vargas escaped by hiding in a closet.

The agents however got a second chance on Wednesday after Vargas spoke out against deportations at a press conference in Jackson, in the southern state of Mississippi.

“Disturbing that ICE may have followed her from an immigration news conference,” wrote Democratic Senator Ricard Durbin on Twitter,

According to Vargas’s attorneys, ICE agents plan to deport her without a hearing with an immigration judge.

“ICE has no shame,” said Yatziri Tovar, another ‘Dreamer’ who works for the pro-immigrant NGO Make the Road New York.

“This rogue agency has now detained another Dreamer … apparently, for exercising her First Amendment rights,” she said, a reference to the right under the US Constitution to freedom of expression.

Emboldened by Trump’s decree — which authorizes immigration agents to deport even undocumented people suspected of crimes they have not been charged with – authorities recently detained people seeking shelter on a cold winter day at a church in Alexandria, Virginia, just outside the US capital.

Also taken into custody for deportation: a woman who went to court in El Paso, Texas to file a complaint about domestic abuse.

In another recent case agents boarded an domestic flight that landed at New York’s JFK airport and checked every passenger’s identification documents.

Also arrested in recent weeks was Mexico-born Daniel Ramirez Medina, a 23 year-old ‘Dreamer’ living in Seattle, in the northwestern state of Washington.

ICE agents detained Ramirez, who came to the United States at the age of seven, even though his DACA authorization was still valid.

Immigration agents swept into his home to pick up his father, and claimed that Ramirez confessed to belonging to a gang.

Ramirez, who has no criminal background, denies the charges.

So re-watching the movie once again in 2017, knowing that the villains have already become real, my hope is that the heroes can become real too.

[SPOILER WARNING]

The movie opens with a revoltingly unctuous campaign ad: “Imagine: an end of crime, an end of poverty. Imagine two million good jobs waiting to be filled. Sounds like a dream, doesn’t it? Well, sometimes dreams come true. Delta City. For our children.”

Basically MAGA. Note the combination of futuristic architecture with the 50s-style patriarchal family – the rightist fantasy of archeo-futurism.

This is followed by the news describing the existing Detroit as a “warzone” (where have we heard this before?!), with footage of overworked police officers dealing with stereotypical thugs.

Police vs “bad hombres” as Trump would call them…..

And then the solution is proudly presented: “As usual, OCP has an answer. Meet the Rehabs.”

Basically ICE. The ridiculous muscle-mold body armour worn by the agents is a
clever poke at the rightist worship of masculinity.

Head villain Paul McDaggett says: “We’re here to help the people, to augment the police force and deal with the gang problem.” (Where have we heard this before?!) The news reporter asks: “What about reports you’re actually ousting people from their homes to make way for construction of Delta City?” (Note how McDaggett refers to “the people” whereas the reporter refers to ”people” – vast conceptual difference.) Then McDaggett calmly appeals to legality as justification: “I won’t deny we’re serving an eviction notice or two. … We’re cops, nothing more.”

We see rightists today doing this all the time, claiming that there is nothing wrong with deporting people so long as they are “illegal”, ignoring that who is “illegal” in a democracy is determined ultimately by majority rule – indeed these same rightists push for the passing of laws to make “illegal” more and more formerly “legal” people whom the majority dislikes. So saying someone is “illegal” in a democracy really means nothing more than saying someone is unpopular. And citing someone’s unpopularity as sufficient reason to treat them unfairly is the definition of bullying.

Watching the TV as all this is going on is hacking whiz-kid and RoboCop fangirl Nikko, who clearly sees through McDaggett’s shameless bullshitting.

Nikko’s Original Nobility facial expression contrasts with those of
the slave children in the Delta City ad.

Nikko’s parents (depicted as an inter-ethnic couple to contrast with the mono-ethnic family in the Delta City ad; you can also see hippie-style cushions etc. on the sofa), however, predictably respond by telling her to stop watching TV and go to bed! She reluctantly obeys, but later in her room (which also has a poster of a cactus landscape to contrast with the gentrified greenery in the Delta City ad) asks her father about what she heard earlier, whereupon her father doubles down on teaching her to stick her head into the sand: “Don’t listen to what the TV said. This is your home, you hear me? You’re safe here.” This is when the Rehabs’ wrecking ball smashes into Nikko’s room…

Message to leftists: you cannot fight rightists by pretending they do not exist.

Nikko’s parents along with many locals of Cadillac Heights are hauled onto a bus by the brutal Rehabs. (Nikko’s parents are not seen again; it is later revealed that they were killed by the Rehabs off-camera, “killed during escape from relocation” according to the database which classifies them as “suspected rebel sympathizers“ ie. guilty until proven innocent, as I have been pointing out is becoming increasingly common in real-life.)

Fortunately, other locals led by Bertha resist the Rehabs: “Stay here! Fight for your homes!” This is what I have been trying to tell real-life ICE victims for the last month! Nikko is picked up by Bertha and hidden inside a refugee van which the very same night proceeds to break into a police armoury in order to acquire the additional firepower needed to defend Cadillac Heights from the Rehabs. (Police weapons were bought using local taxes in the first place, so if the police are not going to use these weapons to protect locals against the Rehabs, the locals have a positive duty to use these weapons themselves!) A refreshing frankness towards the necessity for retaliatory violence is one of my favourite things about the RoboCop trilogy as a whole, distinguishing it from stories which express sympathy for left-leaning views but promote the dangerously wrong notion that these views can triumph through purely pacifistic means.

Message to leftists: this is the correct way to fight rightists.

Alex Murphy is dispatched to pursue the refugee van following the weapon heist, but after Ann Lewis’ police car (also in pursuit of the van) overturns during the chase, Murphy chooses to go the aid of his partner and other colleagues against a Splatterpunk attack despite orders that he continue pursuit. Thus the van escapes.

The Splatterpunks are basically the Alt-Right who have been bullying people non-stop ever since Trump got elected: a notoriously cruel, sadistic gang that the Rehabs yet have not the slightest interest in ridding Detroit of, showing the dishonesty of their claim of wanting to ”deal with the gang problem”, much as Trump has officially redefined ”violent extremism” to exclude racist groups despite the US’s long history of racism.

OCP dislikes Murphy’s personality and orders Marie Lazarus to implant a chip to erase his “emotional baggage” (similar to how rightists always complain about leftists making decisions based on feelings). Lazarus of course does not do so; instead she studies Murphy’s memory videos (which includes shots of Nikko outside a sanctuary church, with the camera lingering on the crucifix above the door) and becomes sympathetic towards Cadillac Heights herself. This reflects what I have been saying about how there is room for individuals in almost any position within society to sabotage Trump in their own capacity, and it only takes a few such saboteurs linking up for the effect to start multiplying. (Sgt. Reed, who will later switch sides, is for now still repeating the OCP narrative: “Do not let the fact that these people are homeless sway you. They’re terrorists, pure and simple.” (Where have we heard this before?!))

1) Take traditionalism. 2) Take hammer. 3) Follow your conscience.
(Notice Lazarus’ trademark rolled-up sleeves; she does this with every outfit she wears. This is my favourite costume design element in the movie, a small detail that
greatly enhances Lazarus’ personality.)

Off-duty, Murphy and Lewis visit the sanctuary church, but McDaggett and a large force of Rehabs coincidentally arrive at the same time to raid it, leading to confrontation as Murphy and Lewis oppose the raid for what McDaggett calls “squatters” who “belong in the nearest rehabilitation centre”, some of whom are moreover “armed terrorists” (where have we heard all this before?!). This leads to Lewis being fatally shot by McDaggett, and Murphy physically obstructed from retaliation by his OCP-inbuilt Directive Four (“NEVER OPPOSE AN OCP OFFICER”), thus also sustaining debilitating injuries. Fortunately the refugees themselves open fire on the Rehabs and rescue Murphy, who promises Lewis before she dies on the church altar that he will avenge her. I really like the portrayal of Christianity here: it is pro-sanctuary (unlike today’s conservative churches), but praises vengeance (unlike today’s liberal churches), which is exactly how Christianity should be.

A church is only a sanctuary for refugees when the people inside
are willing to use firearms to make it so.

“God helps only those who are prepared and determined
to help themselves.” ~Adolf Hitler

Murphy: “Officer down.” Lewis died as an officer of Jesus.

McDaggett lies to the media that Lewis, a “fine, fine public servant”, was supporting the Rehabs during the raid and that Murphy killed her for doing so, which yet manages in a twisted way to fit with the fact that Murphy has joined Cadillac Heights. OCP now places the blame on Lazarus for not implanting the chip into Murphy earlier. Nikko finds her at the police station where she is packing after being fired, and takes her to the refugee camp to repair Murphy. Lazarus takes the opportunity to delete Directive Four, thus enabling Murphy to directly fight OCP henceforth.

My favourite shot in the entire movie. A screencap does not do it justice; you have
to see the moving shot (about 45 seconds long, with a warm BGM) for the full effect.
Yes, that’s Nikko on the bottom left.

Murphy goes after McDaggett with the implicit approval of Reed (who obviously does not believe that Murphy killed Lewis and who has become increasingly anti-Rehab), but McDaggett raids the refugee camp with the help of a traitor, killing Bertha and capturing Lazarus, though Nikko escapes. Following this, McDaggett prepares to take over the remainder of Cadillac Heights and demands support from the police, which Reed refuses in the dialogue which I previously posted in a comment:

McDaggett: Sergeant. We’re taking Cadillac Heights. I’ll need fifty of your men armed and in full body armor in one hour. Mr. Johnson, you can tell the C.E.O. the demolition crews will have total access at 0600 hours tomorrow morning.

Sergeant Warren Reed: Hey, we don’t do that kind of work.

McDaggett: That was a direct order, sergeant.

Sergeant Warren Reed: Driving people out of their homes is no work for a cop.

Johnson: Now, sergeant… fifteen years on the force is quite an investment. Your job, your pension… Maybe instead of worrying about these squatter people, you might think about your OWN family. [Where have we heard this before?!]

Sergeant Warren Reed: I am.
[Takes off his badge and throws it on the floor]
I’m thinking I have to go home and face them.

http://aryanism.net/blog/aryan-sanctuary/this-is-why-we-oppose-democracy/comment-page-1/#comment-173176

McDaggett counters by recruiting the Splatterpunks as additional Rehabs in order to achieve the numbers required to take Cadillac Heights. Unlike the police officers, the Splatterpunks are outright enthusiastic about joining up, reflecting the type of people attracted to this kind of “law enforcement”. (Where have we seen this before?!)

Police officers worthy of their occupation would rather quit than victimize the innocent.

For the Alt-Right, in contrast, it’s about getting to wear that alpha male muscle-mold stab-proof body armour. Those who don’t wear it are all cucks, don’t you know? (Someone should paste Pepe the Frog’s head over the Splatterpunk’s head
just to make the point clear.)

External Link: The Alt-Right & the Splatter Punks are basically the same.

Reed and the rest of the Detroit police, meanwhile, join the Cadillac Heights defence and officially deputize the civilians to fight the Rehabs. This is what needs to happen in real-life neighbourhoods currently being raided by ICE. At the very minimum they need to promise locals that ICE agent deaths in a local neighbourhood will not be investigated by local police.

Coolest line in the movie goes to Sgt. Reed: “It’s time to show how real cops kick ass!”

#FightICEwithfire

As the climactic battle rages, Nikko hacks into an OCP transmission satellite, allowing the captured Lazarus to speak in an illegal broadcast exposing OCP’s agenda: “… Time is running out. OCP is the enemy. For God’s sake help us. Innocent people are dying.” This leads to chaos within OCP as its stock value plummets. A story that began with Nikko’s father telling Nikko to ignore McDaggett on TV ends with Nikko managing to put Lazarus on TV. A war that began with a wrecking ball into Nikko’s room ends with the OCP tower exploding. Poetic justice has been achieved, but only because enough people were willing to fight for it. Remove any one of the main heroes from the war, and OCP would have won. God does not punish evil except when we are first willing to punish evil ourselves for the sake of God. And yes, punishing evil often costs heroic lives. Lewis died. Bertha died. Many others on the good guys’ side died along the way to the ending. (Which is not to say that not fighting back keeps you safe; Nikko’s parents died too.) Those who would punish evil must first be psychologically convinced that the objective is worth the cost. If not enough people are convinced, the insufficient few who are convinced – generally those of highest quality – end up as martyrs for nothing. This is something we have a duty not to allow, any more than Murphy could allow Lewis to have died in vain, or for that matter any more than a Christian could allow Jesus to have died in vain. This is what it means to do something for the sake of God. This is what I consider to be the most important message of the movie.

SoE Endnote: Ultimately it is not just official authority figures, such as police officers, that need a sense of duty. The everyday citizen needs it, too. The purpose of the 2nd Amendment in the US Constitution is so that the Government should not have to ensure safety when the citizens can do it with their own militias.


Related Information:
They Live – another film with themes of armed revolution against a corrupt establishment.
Equilibrium – another film where a law officer’s sense of duty makes him take action.
The Long Kiss Goodnight – a film where a former assassin stands up to her corrupt agency.

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