It's probably not good for my blood pressure. They say it's not a good thing to let festering anger consume you when you are reminded of someone that always got your goat for some reason.
I disagree. To me, grudges remind me of who I am. They are grounding. "Oh yeah...I remember that bastard!...let me tell you why I hate him". On and on we go with axes that are supposed to have been buried long ago. But if the reasons that we replay these feuds over and over in our minds remain, well...I say keep a good grip on that grudge.
I remember the first time I heard about the notion that amerika was actually dying. It came in the form of a stolen melody and jewish lyrics. And I thought. No! We can't give up that easily. The idea behind this country was a good one if we would only stick to it. We must be vigilant in our preservation of this republic. Who is this jew telling me:
"We come on the ship they call the Mayflower We come on the ship that sailed the moon We come in the age's most uncertain hour and sing an American tune But it's all right, it's all right You can't be forever blessed"
Well, the author of these lyrics may or may not have been Paul Simon. Who knows who really writes the songs that jews like he and Bob Zimmerman collect the royalties from. Anyway, Simon sang them to a classical melody that no one recognized at the time as being stolen from Bach's "St. Matthew Passion". I'm sure he didn't mind that people thought he penned that gorgeous melody...or the music that he appropriated from Ladysmith Black Mambazo later in his career. But that's just jews. And a jew would say "homage" when he is caught lifting...oh well.
Anyway it struck me at the time as being too cynical. Way too "who the hell are you to say that our ills can't be cured?" Well, of course, who ever actually wrote those lyrics was correct. It is dead...our nation. It was his tribe that killed it. I hated this ashkanazi for recording that statement in song. To me it was almost gloating. I hated Simon and Garfunkle. They were not beat poets, but harbingers of ill-will, like Zimmerman and his bag of stolen music and cynicism-for-cash. Their slick stolen tunes and jewish manner depressed me...to know that they could become so popular in their anti-popular popularity. Making a buck off anything they could put to vinyl. Even the grammy for Scarborough Fair, one of their biggest hits, had to be rescinded when Simon himself admitted that it was just an over-produced recording of an archaic English folk song.
But that's as may be. And not really what I started out to talk about. Just another jewish thorn in my side that I had to pull.
It is about the constant barrage of all things judaic that permeates our society that can keep me in a state of rage and depression. There must be a word that encompasses those two emotions. Like ambivalence but with more attitude. I don't know the word...but I hate the feeling. I hate that I have to feel it. But I do. It keeps me sane when I understand that many out there have these same grudges against the thieves and oppressors.
As long as I am airing my grudges against Simon in particular today...I also remember an appearance he made on the Dick Cavett show, pushing some new shit he and his jew-buddy had recorded, in which he stated that it was impossible that Lennon and McCartney had written any of the music they recorded. Really. He actually SAID that on the national airwaves. He stated very authoritatively that without the type of classic musical training that he himself had received at Juliard, they couldn't have possibly understood how to pen those melodies that made them so famous.
I remember my jaw hanging open...just as Cavett's was. How could he attempt to legitimatize his jealousy in such a childish way as this in public? What an elitest jewish shithead. I was aghast at such a statement, as was the audience and the host. I think Cavett just kind of let it fall on the floor, and moved on...but. Hello? I know you are saying to yourself " Dude...move on. That was eons ago...what the hell could it matter now?".
This incident was although insignificant to most, an epiphany of sorts to me. It laid bare the yiddish soul...or lack thereof. For me anyway...and I CAN hold a grudge when I am so offended.
It's part and parcel to the beginnings of my "grudge" against the judaic mentality. Their use of the Gentile for his back-breaking labor...AND his creativity which they either steal outright, exploit to the max...or denigrate when their efforts pale in comparison.
The thing that keeps this grudge of mine alive, I think, is that it hasn't changed at all since those days. This outrageous behaviour of the jew in his media has only gotten worse over the years. There is no one to stop them there. They own the only game in town.
Forgive me my pettiness. As I forgive yours. But I won't forgive the likes of Paul Simon till they put me in a box. May he and his whole tribe rot in hell.
There. I feel better.