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.

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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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Titus: Aesthetics of an Aryan State

Written by Elysium

This article is a review of the film “Titus” – a modern interpretation of Shakespeare’s “Titus Andronicus.” However, I will not be covering the plot, characters or any scenes; as I wish to focus on something which has not yet been addressed, and which I think this film is particularly effective at illustrating.

The film itself is a clever fusion of Roman and classical aesthetics with modern aesthetics, particularly minimalism. In this article I suggest that a similar usage of public imagery – of modernised traditional authority – should be the basis of the public aesthetics of an Aryanist State. Evidently, in many nations the combination of the West’s Greco-Roman heritage with today’s internationally-applicable aesthetics is irrelevant and would require a different traditional basis.

This combination was ever-present in National Socialist Germany. From the adoption of the Roman salute to the re-emergence of classical architecture, these defining marks of the regime’s aesthetics reflect the classical component of its public aesthetics. This component was reinvigorated for the age with modern modifications and innovations of the so-called technocratic regime.

While not strictly in terms of National Socialist Germany, this combination has made its way into a number of films, including ‘Equilibrium’ as well as ‘Titus’, which have both showcased classical architecture prominently (e.g. the Palazzo della Civiltà Italiana). Additionally, the uniforms are distinctly drawn both from Rome and the modern day (and in some cases, the future).

The film also includes degenerate imagery, which I have not included here. However, I would suggest for those interested that they watch the film to learn what contrasts between the aesthetics of the more Aryan characters and the aesthetics of the non-Aryan characters.

A young boy from the late-90s reading about the death of Caesar
in the newspaper in front of the Palazzo della Civiltà Italiana.

Palazzo della Civiltà Italiana draped in banners mourning the death of Caesar.

A fusion of a toga and formal wear.
Also, the letters on the microphone say “SPQR News.”

Dress code uniformity, again formal wear with Roman inspiration.

Roman colouring is used everywhere.
Here we also see the dress of a general and a woman.

An example of interior design: austere


Related Information:
Communication in Aesthetics – Part I
Communication in Aesthetics – Part II

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Humor Nazis – 17


Episode #17 – The Vacation Day

Further Information: National Socialism and Nazism – There IS a BIG difference


“The battle that we have to wage can be won only with full national unity and determination.” ~Joseph Goebbels

In the cartoon above, who looks like the type that could work in unity and with determination?

 

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Humor Nazis – 16


Episode #16: Be This Guy

A Special Motivational Episode!Keep your cool when others go wild.

Know when there’s a time to be strong and a time to be gentle.

Take a break, remain in form.
 Forge new paths.

Love life and the living.

Lead by example.

Remain in touch with your people.

Fight the lies that dominate our world.

Fighting for a better world isn’t always done with a rifle.

Remember… guys aren’t the only ones in the fight!


May the bright flame of our enthusiasm never be extinguished. It alone gives the creative art of modern political propaganda its light and warmth.” ~Joseph Goebbels, Triumph of the Will

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