Saturday, 10 June 2017


Und ze average Jew is only zis high!

You need people like me. You need people like me so you can point your fucking fingers and say, that’s the bad guy. So. What does that make you? Good? You’re not good. You just know how to hide. And lie. Me, I don’t have that problem. Me, I always tell the truth. Even when I lie. So say goodnight to the bad guy. Come on. Last time you’re gonna see a bad guy like this again, let me tell you.


Who makes the Nazis?
We do! We do! We make the Nazis.

The Fall

The Nazis. Woah. In terms of the evil world championships, they won, and they won big. They are the Real Madrid of realpolitik, the epitome of evil in an evil world, the overall champeens of 20th-century slaughter and mayhem. Now, of course, their name has been given over to everyone with whom the Liberal-Left disagree. You don’t have to gas gypsies to be a Nazi nowadays, no ma’am. You can just say that perhaps there is a bit too much immigration, or that Islam is just a tad hostile to gays and women, or transgender toilets may not be such a great idea. Congratulations, and welcome to the Wehrmacht because you, sir or madam or whatever you self-identify as, are a fully fledged Nazi. Come in. Sit down. Pull up a Jew.

Nazis are everywhere. You work with them. You sit opposite them on the way to work. They are all over the internet like a cheap suit. They don’t wear leather coats any more, but boy they are around. Punch them. Tell their employers they are Nazis. Punch a Nazi. Feels good, doesn’t it? Richard Spencer, yeah, the Nazi, that guy. He got punched. One guy on the ‘net said he watched a loop of Spencer being punched in the face over and over and fucking over again. Yeah, punching Nazis is good. Even the north American MSM joined in.

It was good, of course, until it wasn’t. At a demonstration at Berkeley – both the midwife and undertaker to free speech in north American universities – a girl known as ‘Moldylocks’, in a charming and refined reference to her career as a porn star who makes a feature of her hairy vagina, was looking forward to the demonstration very much. She claimed online to be looking forward to taking ‘100 Nazi scalps’. It was going well, with the police backing off Leftist agitators as always. Then she got punched in the face.

My, how things changed. It was like those film scenes where someone does something fabulously wrong in a bar and the theme music stops with the sound of an old stereo needle ripping across a vinyl record. How dare a man hit a woman? Patriarchy. Male violence. Rape. And, perforce, Nazis, Nazis everywhere. Old Alinsky had a farm, ee aye ee aye oh. And on that farm there were some Nazis.

Some curios. The book that Nazis really love is, of course, Mein Kampf, or My Struggle, written by chief Nazi Adolf Hitler, who you literally are if you don’t believe there are 58 genders. It is an erudite book, obsessive about Jewry – as you might expect – with a rather beautiful opening paragraph. It is also a best-seller in many Muslim countries.

There it is again. That sound of the needle tearing across vinyl. Yes, apparently a lot of Muslims like nothing better than to kick back after Friday prayers and read the story of a guy who wanted to kill Jews. They are not Nazis, though. No, they are Muslims, friends to and allies of the Left. Funny, isn’t it? Every now and then, some nutter daubs a swastika on a mosque. Even when it isn’t a hoax, which it usually is, the local Muslims probably think it improves the décor. Swastikas? Yeeees. I like what you’ve done with the place.

I’m not going to bother with the figures, Hitler versus Stalin versus Mao versus Pol Pot, as though it were a four-way individual motorcycle speedway heat. Nor will I bother overly with the fact that the Holocaust was not an invite-only, exclusively Jewish affair, but had room inside for the mentally handicapped, Poles, Romanians, gypsies, gays, Freemasons - yes, Freemasons. Hitler hated secret societies - and almost certainly a cadre of personal enemies. But the emphasis on Nazism is interesting, what is stressed and what is elided. French President Macron had a bit of a soulful walk around the scene of a Nazi atrocity in France yesterday, a day after police had to be called to a school being used as a polling station in England because the teachers there had encouraged their young students to put up home-made posters indicating that voters should vote Labour. They had decorated their sweet little crayon posters with the famous hammer and sickle emblem of Communist Russia.

Nazis are always bad. Don’t you ever fucking forget that. Of course, the allies were never at war with the Nazis. They were at war with the Germans – still are, I hope – who were led by the Nazis. It is a trifling point, but we are all paying for the German guilt-machine now. Vielen dank, Schengen.

What will be amusing is when ‘Nazi’ runs out of gas, like ‘racist’ is in the process of doing. I am sure you are all aware of Godwin’s Law. If not, here it is;

‘As an online discussion grows longer, the probability of a comparison involving Hitler approaches.’

That is the short form, but you get the idea. But here is the interesting possibility. And there is always an interesting possibility.

Youth always rebels. We’ll call it the Brando Law, after Johnny’s famous scene in The Wild One;

Father: What are you rebelling against, Johnny?

Johnny: Whaddya got?

What will happen when youngsters – I adore using that term – decide that the new bad is Nazism? I would laugh my arse off, for one, but apart from that? Psychological experiments – as well as social reality – show time and time again that if you tell children not to do something they will do it, sure as shit. The best way to create the bogeymen – boogeyman for you Yanks – is to tell kids he is bad. You want Nazis? Keep telling everyone they are a Nazi.

At least the younger generation’s fashion sense might improve.

Say goodnight to the bad guy.

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