I CAN go on about the sixties. And for that I apologize. Especially to those of you that are too young to remember that turbulent time, and have had it all put in a sweater-box for you, labeled "social revolution". The media likes to do that. Tie up things all neatly in a pre-labeled package for your casual perusal...those that didn't experience it.
Anyway, I was thinking about this recent anniversary of 9/11 and how much more every year, the official myth is being left un-purchased. About the internet and how it keeps beating the pee out of that story of evil A-rabs. It will get worse for them y'know. For the zionists that push that fantasy. The ones that actually did it. And when it does...when it reaches critical mass...and no one believes their propaganda any more, a lot of people are going to be disillusioned. I know something about that. About how you can gloss over the obvious and try your best to continue on as if things really were as simple as you have been told.
In the late sixties there were riots. Many of them. Mostly racially charged. Few cities escaped them, for there was an underlying anger in the fabric...the very woof and warp of our amerikan cloth. It was being fomented by the media, and it wasn't being fomented by the media. They loved it...but it got out of control and addressed some things that it wasn't supposed to.
So I am in my middle-class HS and a fight broke out in the cafeteria. It spread like wildfire because it was time. It was originally between a white guy and a black guy...and I think it was actually concerning a girl, if the truth be known ...after the National Guard had left the smoldering empty devastated building. Everyone chose their sides...mostly along the color line. Of course I sided with the blacks. We tore that school apart....literally. In the halls there was an infection that spread from student to student, student to teacher, teacher to teacher. An infection of blind rage.
Toward the close of the event, I was wandering around the halls...looking for my girlfriend and another fight, while trying to avoid the guards. I saw a friend of mine...a mulatto fellow...a guy that never hurt anyone and light enough in complexion that he fit in nicely with the white crowd. I suppose you would describe his reaction as ambivalence. He was sitting on the floor and crying. His world had come crashing down upon him in a matter of an hour. Everything he had led himself to believe up till this day had betrayed him. He didn't know which way to turn...with which gang to side. He was truly lost. I tried my best to get him out of harm's way, but it struck me then that in that time of social revolt, that you had to be this way or that. One side or another. And all bets were off.
It is coming to that again. The rage is still there. The Guard will be called out for the last time. But they won't clear the building this time. They will not be in charge. The rage will be in charge.
When those like my friend are caught weeping on the floor, because the mob-think has finally figured it all out...there will be those pushed this way or that...and not always by choice. Every Cohen and Shapiro will be pushed back to the group to which they now cling, even if they attempt to deny that group. Many innocent people will be hurt and killed. The rage knows no adjudication. It simply is, and it all happens so fast.
When it becomes common knowledge, contrary to their bleating media, that zionist israhell was behind the twin towers...when we all know...the infection of "jewishness" will be torn out by its roots. It won't be pretty. It will be a justice of sorts...a blunt instrument trauma to the world.
And when this world-epiphany happens...the one that is beginning now in the Middle East and Northern Africa...the spoiled brats living in israhell that aren't even aware of their own state's complicity in the Trade Center attacks, will show the world the hubris they have been taught. And they will express the sentiment that, as Sarah Silverman so aptly put it: "so what if we did kill Christ...I'd do it again". This will happen...I guarantee it. I will also guarantee that they will find out very quickly when they own these atrocities, that no army can defend them. The world will not have it. And they will pay. And they won't fully understand it. Like my friend, they will be lost. Lost in a world in which there is no group that wants them.
So forgive me my trip back to another time and place. Forgive me for seeing the parallels between the small revolt that I lived through and the coming one. But as I saw a lot of racial bigotry get its come-up-ins then, mark my words...ALL jews are going to pay dearly, and soon.
That's my prediction...I stand by it.
But I DO go on...