ENGLISH Alex Jones: My father is Jewish; WNs fail without storm troopers

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Hopelessly naive white people find it shocking that Adolf Hitler had “storm troopers.”

But there was a very good reason, an eminently practical reason for Hitler forming the storm troopers:

THE REDS WOULD NOT LET YOU SPEAK IN PUBLIC OR MEET ANYWHERE EXCEPT A CLOSET IN THE COUNTRYSIDE.

Their motto was:

Willst du nicht mein Bruder sein, so schlage ich dir den Schädel ein.

(“If you will not my brother be, I will smash your skull in three.’)

The One People’s Project goons are the Reds of today. They have assaulted peaceful white human rights activists up and down the Northeast.

Not long ago, they invaded a David Irving meeting in Manhattan and totally broke up the long-planned meeting the 70-year-old historian had organized, spraying tear gas in the face of several attendees, including Irving’s very attractive young female assistant.

The police and FBI, confronted with clear evidence of terrorism and conspiracy to deny civil rights. immediately did…….

NOTHING.

Emboldened by the LACK OF STORM TROOPERS, the fat black faggot Darryl Lamont Jenkins has continued his terrorism, recently shutting down the American Renaissance conference. His followers made terrorist death threats against every hotel that had agreed to host Jared Taylor’s group.

Here is the latest hate-filled assault on the freedom of speech of white Americans in their own country by leftist racist psychopathic bullies.

Roy Beck, a fair-haired, aging German-American, is the director of NumbersUSA (“for lower immigration levels”), and his laudable group organized a counter-demonstration yesterday to the massive Hispanic pro-amnesty demonstration on the Washington DC Mall.

You just HAVE to see this video clip.

http://www.numbersusa.com/content/news/march-12-2010/stop-amnesty-4-days.html

There he is, aging old white man Roy. beleaguered by non-whites and paleface psychopaths who are younger than he is.

(Believe me, the Hispanics chortle every day how WE are aging and they are young and fit. I get hate emails, from a safe electronic distance, calling me an “old man” constantly from Hispanics.)

Now look at Beck’s “protection”: BLACK bodyguards….. Where are the WHITE MEN?

Observe Beck, whose IQ is probably 50% higher than the morons, engaging them in a total non-debate where they just shout slogans at him…..

The (in THEIR meaning of the word) fascist nazi racist Hispanics are doing everything just short of violence to shut down his freedom of expression, and hoping that under extreme provocation HE will get violent so the black DC cops can arrest HIM.

They are blowing whistles and popping ballons so as to drive him crazy, and holding signs in an infuriating manner to block his own camerawoman.

Without any question, a ju trained these scum.

A white leftist girl harasses Roy as a hostile “mime.” She is almost certainly yet another crazy Irish-American. All you have to do is tell an Irishman that anyone is an “underdog” and he or she will be out their shedding his blood for that group — blax, juze, queers and mex — all groups that HATE white people such as the Irish! This “mime” (God, I and most people hate mimes, and Marcel Marceau, the “famous mime,” was a ju.) This twit does everything possible to distract viewers from Beck as he is being interviewed and is making cogent and convincing points.

But how can all THAT be fair?

Answer:

It ain’t — but a psychopath LAUGHS at your right to speak!

He has a right to HATE and the right to BULLY  — because you are weak and he is A BRUTAL SADIST.

https://johndenugent.com/jdn/psychopaths-in-power

One low-IQ Latina keeps screaming to Beck that the Hispanics will stand together. Well then, why should the whites not??

And of course she trots out the bad-science reasoning why she supposedly has a right to be in OUR country:

“We were here long before you.”

And this is why they fear my Solutrean truth, because I proclaim, I did so on the Discovery Channel, and will do so in a way that the white masses GET, that WE WHITES were here TEN THOUSAND YEARS before the Injuns (and Mexicans are just Injuns with a smidgen of both white and also negro blood).

And that it was THEIR ancestors who genocided US.

That is why the Solutrean flag has a spear — because we are a spear-minded people. And the Solutrean motto is:

REMEMBER. And thus, never again.

=========A GRIM STORY TO MAKE A POINT

The Dinner Roll ..

I went to the White House for a private dinner with the President.

I am a respected businessman, with a factory that produces memory chips for computers and portable electronics.

There was some talk that my industry was being scrutinized by the administration, but I paid it no mind. I live in a FREE country. The government won’t bother me if I’ve broken no laws. My wealth was EARNED honestly, and dining with the President is an honor.

I checked my coat, was greeted by the Chief of Staff, and joined the President in a yellow dining room.

We sat across from each other at a table draped in white linen. The Great Seal was embossed on the china. Uniformed staff served our dinner.

The meal was served, and I was startled when my waiter suddenly reached out, plucked a dinner roll off my plate and began nibbling it as he walked back to the kitchen..

“Sorry ’bout that,” said the President. “Andrew is very hungry.”

“I don’t appreciate…” I began, but as I looked into the calm brown eyes across from me, I felt immediately guilty and petty. It was just a dinner roll. “Of course,” I concluded, and reached for my glass.

Before I touched it, however, another waiter reached forward, took the glass away and swallowed the wine in a single gulp. “And his brother, Eric, is very thirsty,” said the President.

I didn’t say anything. The President is testing my compassion, I thought. I withheld my comments and decided to play along. I don’t want to seem unkind.

My plate was whisked away before I had tasted a bite.

“Eric’s children are also quite hungry.”

Then, most curiously, I crashed to the floor. My chair had been pulled out from under me.

I stood, brushing myself off, and watched as it was carried from the room.

“And their grandmother can’t stand for long.”

I excused myself, smiling outwardly, but inside feeling like a fool. Obviously I had been invited to the White House to be sport for some game. I reached for my coat, to find that it had been taken.

I turned back to the President.

“Their grandfather doesn’t like the cold.”

I wanted to shout, “that was my coat!” But again, I looked at the placid smiling face of my host and decided I was being a poor sport. I spread my hands helplessly and chuckled.

Then I felt my hip pocket and realized my wallet was gone. I excused myself and walked to a phone on an elegant side table.

After a few calls, I learned that my credit cards had been maxed out, my bank accounts emptied, my retirement and equity portfolios had vanished, and my wife had been thrown out of our home.

It turned out that the waiters and their families were moving into my house. The President hadn’t moved or spoken as I learned all this, but finally I lowered the phone into its cradle and turned to face him.

“Andrew’s whole family has made bad financial decisions. They haven’t planned for retirement and they need a house. They recently defaulted on a subprime mortgage. I told them they could have your home. They need it more than you do.”

My hands were shaking. I felt faint. I stumbled back to the table and faced my host.

The President cheerfully cut his meat, ate his steak, and drank his wine. I lowered my eyes and stared at the small grey circles on the tablecloth that were water drops.

“By the way,” he added, “I have just signed an Executive Order nationalizing your factories.

I’m firing you as head of your business. I’ll be operating the firm now for the benefit of all mankind.

There’s a whole bunch of Erics and Andrews out there and they can’t come to you for jobs groveling like beggars…we need to spread YOUR wealth around…”

I looked up. The President dropped his spoon into the empty ramekin which had been his crème Brule.

He drained the last drops of his wine. As the table was cleared, he lit a cigarette and leaned back in his chair.

He stared at me. I clung to the edge of the table as if it were a ledge and I were a man hanging over an abyss.

I thought of the years behind me, of the life I had lived. The life I had earned with a lifetime of work, risk and struggle.

Was I being punished? How had I allowed all this to happen? What game had I played and lost? I looked across the table and noticed with some surprise that my host was most comfortable and relaxed.

What was the meaning of all this?

As if answering the unspoken thought, President Obama suddenly cocked his head, locked his empty eyes to mine, and bared a million teeth, chuckling pleasantly as he folded his hands.

“You should have stopped me at the dinner roll,” he said.

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So you, you ordinary citizen and you, you standard AMERICAN,  has your dinner roll disappeared?

===============ALEX JONES: CONTROLLED OPPOSITION

Alex Jones Jewish Connections Documented

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I have numerous German supporters, in Deutschland, Austria and elsewhere around the world….

and in Britain, home of many of my ancestors…..

But THEY ALL KNOW ………

that ONLY AMERICA…………..

the land of Constitutionally-guaranteed free speech (which cannot even be “abridged” even if it is called “hateful”), free speech buttressed by gun rights, can save the white world.