Barry Hackney
They haven’t read the Talmud, the Kabballah, or the Protocols, but they believe all the media propaganda, the rich televangelists & they drink the freemasonic Kool-Aid.
John De Nugent
Barry Hackney Decades ago, a friend of my Canadian stepmother in Rhode Island got me to attend a Pentecostal church service. Curious, I and my then wife from Austria went. We both were taken aback. It was 95% music with a live band, which played even during the sermon. Afterward people walked around in a daze and a haze as if they had smoked a whole bowl of pot! Their brains were shut down by non-stop feelings.
Barry Hackney
John De Nugent I had a similar experience in high school, with people blabbering, spinning and rolling on the floor. These people love that shitty little excuse for a country and embrace race mixing.
John De Nugent
Barry Hackney I had heard of this and I guess this is why they were long nicknamed “holy rollers.” 😉 In the service I attended, none of that went on, but it struck me that the whole thing was entertainment.
After my folks broke up in 1970, my mother got custody of me, as was usual back then and often now as well, and she became a Jehovah’s Witness and dragged me along to that group, too. But I must say that the JWs truly take the study of the Bible seriously, and have two long meetings a week which are, in effect, Bible study classes. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jehovah’s_Witnesses I broke free from them at age 21 in 1976 but I respect to this day not only their real affection and help for each other, and their usually moral way of living, but also their deep seriousness about gaining extensive knowledge of their faith.
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I find it just incredible that 95% of Christians not only do not know anything about the juish enemy’s books, such as the Talmud, but, just as bad, they have almost no knowledge of THEIR OWN holy book, the Bible! What they do know is taken from Hollywood movies! — Moses parting the Red Sea, juze worshipping the Golden Calf (which I am sure happened ;-), Jesus performing miracles and dying on the cross for their sins……
…..Evangelical judeolaters
Trump’s nominee for Secretary of Defense, Peter Hegseth, a FOX News moderator and decorated Iraq combat veteran, sports a huge Jerusalem Cross tattoo on his chest.
Mike Huckabee, fmf Republican governor of Arkansas and, like Hegseth, also a FOX News personality, is a typical Evangelical Christian Zionist who worships the ground the juze walk on as God’s Chosen People, just as does South Dakota governor Kristi Noem, whom Trump wants for Homeland Security. She once falsely claimed she (a governor of a minor US state) had met with North Korean dictator Kim!
I have lost all hope in Trump. I just read that he intends to attack Iran with American military might. Seems to me that Trump is more loyal to the Jews than he is to White Americans or even Americans in general.
I was planning to attack Trump before the election, but then I saw two things:1) he might actually win, and 2) he might do some real good this time, and seems to have smartened up a lot, which is why even liberals like Kennedy, Gabbard, Musk, and Rogan came out for him, and Tucker Carlson changed his mind about the man.
And the prospect of Kamala as president was just too ghastly. She and Walz spoke openly against the 1A and 2A, the two core issues, free speech and guns.
So “give the guy one more chance” became my guiding principle for the last month or so. And the appointment of Florida Congressman Matt Gaetz as Attorney General is fantastic. This guy (of German ancestry, btw) has been a fearless, overt enemy in Congress of the corrupt FBI, CIA and NSA. If Bobby Kennedy does get appointed as Secretary of HHS (Health and Human Services), he can do incredible good.
And Trump just appointed Tulsi Gabbard as Director of National Intelligence, a very powerful position indeed, above even the CIA, for this anti-war Army lieutenant-colonel and former four-term Congresswoman — a GREAT move!
But as Goethe said, “Charakter ist Schicksal” — Character is destiny.
He is still that same warmongering, ego-driven, fame-seeking, charismatic conflict-loving George Patton who, while hating the juze and the communists, yet did their bidding. And when he stepped seriously out of line, and vowed to resign totally from the US Army and wake America up about the communists and the juze, they KILLED him.
Patton awards himself a third star as general:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TzSUoHmjVrU
He is indeed fulfilling the disastrous Van Rensburg prophecy which — I do feel it important to state this — I, and I alone in the anglosphere, have been fearlessly trumpeting (pun intended 😉 ) since April 20, 2017. Basically, in the white world, only the Boers knew about this until I came along.
Interesting scene from the movie “Patton”, one of three that, openly or between the lines, reveals his belief in reincarnation and in his own reincarnation (starting at 1:51, recalling Napoleon’s retreat from Moscow, and his belief that he had been Marshal Murat): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hKWprtKwv74
Two other accurate scenes of Patton discussing reincarnation and his own reincarnation (and this was not unheard of — the great car maker and antisemite Henry Ford openly also discussed reincarnation):
1) Scene from the 1970 movie “Patton” with George S. Scott as the great general, telling General Omar Bradley (played by Karl Malden) about his battle as a Roman with the Carthaginians 2,200 years before.
2) British generals toast Patton as the Anglo-Americans prepare to invade German-held Sicily, and one, UK General Harold Alexander, says Patton could have been one of Napoleon’s marshals:
Patton who famously said he loved war told of a number of past lives in the military.
He described being a Greek Hoplite fighting the Persians under Darius. He helped smash the Persian navy and then laid siege to Tyre. The walls fell after five months as Patton and his fellow Hoplites stormed the city in 332 BC.
Patton died fighting for the Roman Republic in the Middle East killed by a number of arrows in his neck.
The general also remembered being stationed in Langres, France — as a Roman legionnaire in Caesar’s X Legion.
When Patton was a young adult, he was kicked by a horse, who broke his leg in three places. Close to death from his wounds, Patton had a vision of his death as a Viking raider — where a vision appeared to him on the battlefield, offering to take him to the Viking afterlife.
Many times in World War I and then in World War II, Patton would claim to know his way around towns and battlefields which he had never been before. Patton believed that this came from his time as a French knight fighting the English under Edward III, most notably at Crecy. The 1346 Battle of Crecy saw the English crush the French in a very lopsided fight. He died when he was impaled by an English lance.
As a child, Patton claimed to have fought alongside John the Blind of Behemis, who also met his death at Crecy in 1346.
During the Hundred Years’ War he fought with King Henry V at Agincourt in 1415.
Patton once described fighting on ships as he freed captured slaves or prisoners of war, fired into the enemy at point-blank range during a storm, or even was hanged as a pirate or privateer, describing feeling a rope around his neck as the red deck (presumably blood-stained) was set aflame.
Again pitted against the English, though this time his loyalties were less to a nation than to the House of Stuart. Patton was a Scottish Highlander during the third English Civil War, around 1650, supporting the Stuarts after the death of Charles I.
Patton described “riding with Murat”. Joachim Murat was one of Napoleon’s marshals. Murat was one of the most capable cavalry officers and leaders in service to the French Emperor. He doesn’t specify his role with Murat, but the marshal was pivotal at battles like Jena and the invasion of Russia in 1812. When the Allies left North Africa to invade Sicily, British General Sir Harold Alexander told Patton that if had been alive in the 19th Century, Napoleon would have made him a marshal — to which Patton replied: “But I did.”
Through a Glass, Darkly.
By George S. Patton:
Through the travail of the ages,
Midst the pomp and toil of war,
I have fought and strove and perished
Countless times upon this star.
In the form of many people
In all panoplies of time
Have I seen the luring vision
Of the Victory Maid, sublime.
I have battled for fresh mammoth,
I have warred for pastures new,
I have listed to the whispers
When the race trek instinct grew.
I have known the call to battle
In each changeless changing shape
From the high souled voice of conscience
To the beastly lust for rape.
I have sinned and I have suffered,
Played the hero and the knave;
Fought for belly, shame, or country,
And for each have found a grave.
I cannot name my battles
For the visions are not clear,
Yet, I see the twisted faces
And I feel the rending spear.
Perhaps I stabbed our Savior
In His sacred helpless side.
Yet, I’ve called His name in blessing
When after times I died.
In the dimness of the shadows
Where we hairy heathens warred,
I can taste in thought the lifeblood;
We used teeth before the sword.
While in later clearer vision
I can sense the coppery sweat,
Feel the pikes grow wet and slippery
When our Phalanx, Cyrus met.
Hear the rattle of the harness
Where the Persian darts bounced clear,
See their chariots wheel in panic
From the Hoplite’s leveled spear.
See the goal grow monthly longer,
Reaching for the walls of Tyre.
Hear the crash of tons of granite,
Smell the quenchless eastern fire.
Still more clearly as a Roman,
Can I see the Legion close,
As our third rank moved in forward
And the short sword found our foes.
Once again I feel the anguish
Of that blistering treeless plain
When the Parthian showered death bolts,
And our discipline was in vain.
I remember all the suffering
Of those arrows in my neck.
Yet, I stabbed a grinning savage
As I died upon my back.
Once again I smell the heat sparks
When my Flemish plate gave way
And the lance ripped through my entrails
As on Crecy’s field I lay.
In the windless, blinding stillness
Of the glittering tropic sea
I can see the bubbles rising
Where we set the captives free.
Midst the spume of half a tempest
I have heard the bulwarks go
When the crashing, point blank round shot
Sent destruction to our foe.
I have fought with gun and cutlass
On the red and slippery deck
With all Hell aflame within me
And a rope around my neck.
And still later as a General
Have I galloped with Murat
When we laughed at death and numbers
Trusting in the Emperor’s Star.
Till at last our star faded,
And we shouted to our doom
Where the sunken road of Ohein
Closed us in its quivering gloom.
So but now with Tanks a’clatter
Have I waddled on the foe
Belching death at twenty paces,
By the star shell’s ghastly glow.
So as through a glass, and darkly
The age long strife I see
Where I fought in many guises,
Many names, but always me.
And I see not in my blindness
What the objects were I wrought,
But as God rules o’er our bickerings
It was through His will I fought.
So forever in the future,
Shall I battle as of yore,
Dying to be born a fighter,
But to die again, once more.
These are the 8 reincarnations of General George S. Patton
Patton: Many Lives, Many Battles: General Patton and Reincarnation: Karl F. Hollenbach: 9781481257435: Amazon.com: Books
As for ego, this scenes evokes the childish rivalry between British general Montgomery and Patton:
Russophobia: Patton nearly causes a huge, public, diplomatic incident with the still-ally (and while his anti-communism was laudable, and prescient, I aim to demonstrate by this that Patton was truly a loose cannon, and totally unauthorized as a general to seek conflict with an absolutely essential ally):
Patton urges war with the Soviet Union (and he was right, of course), because just five years later, we WERE at war with them in Korea, where my Marine father fought and suffered:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AxAIE9TbGyk
In the truly superb movie “The Bridges at Toko-Ri,” a US Navy admiral admits that it was Soviet-Russian pilots in those jets with whom his men were dogfighting in the sky over Korea (with William Holden as the young naval officer, the beautiful Grace Kelly as his wife, and Frederic March as the admiral; in many other scenes, Mickey Rooney plays a wild Irish-American chopper pilot and two-fisted bar denizen):
Tthe Admiral says to the pilot and his wife: I am no longer allowed by the Pentagon to say the truth to the press — that we are actually fighting the [Soviet communist] Russians, their guns, planes, pilots and submarines.”
.https://johndenugent.com/images/bridges-toko-ri-russians-soviets-korea-admiral0.mp4
https://johndenugent.com/images/bridges-toko-ri-russians-soviets-korea-admiral0.mp4
https://www.maurizioblondet.it/cosa-sta-facendo-donald-trump/