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Frank Trumbetti is “the man,” and this is how I remember Italians as a kid — tough. And blacks did not dare enter an Italian neighborhood. Federal Hill in Providence was free of street crime, and I heard the same when I was in Philadelphia, Boston, Pittsburgh and New Kensington, Pennsylvania. Every white woman was safe in a (Southern) Italian neighborhood. When the FBI, often by using rival mobsters of Irish or jewish extraction, took down the Italian Mafia, the blacks began making Italian neighborhoods unlivable, and everyone fled to the suburbs.

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An Italian-American friend of mine is visiting Florence, Italy right now, and was telling me how beautiful it is, though the blacks are committing all sorts of street crimes. The Italian cops hate them, but the government is full of communists, Freemasons and CIA stooges.

The Old Bridge (“Ponte Vecchio”); a German saved it during fierce WWII street fighting, and there is a plaque honoring him. Mussolini put in the windows in the middle so I could admire the river scenery.

Statue by Benvenuto Cellini of the heroic Perseus holding the severed head of Medusa.

The Uffizi Gallery

Nothing is more obvious than that the famous Feldherrnhalle in Munich where 16 national socialists sacrificed their lives in 1923 was directed inspired by the Uffizi Gallery.

The true Italian stock is a mixture genetically of Old Italics, Trojans (Etruscans), Kelts (all of northern Italy having once been called Cisalpine Gaul, and speaking a language related to Gaelic), Greeks, and Teutons (Langobards, Visigoths, etc.)

The day will come when Italy rises again.

Once of my favorite composers was Roberto Concina, who went under the name Robert Miles. (He died tragically of cancer in 2017 at just 47. 🙁 ) I look forward to his next reincarnation and new creations.

This is one of his many amazing pieces, “Fable,” which I heard at the bar of the Copley Hilton in Boston in 1997 and was simply transfixed.  I bough the CD that evening.

Visiting Italy was a high point of my last life, rich otherwise in hardships, stresses and responsibilities. Not having a wife (I could not marry just any dummy!) or children was just part of that life of duty and few pleasures. Today I know to enjoy every moment, savoring every beautiful taste, smell, sight and touch, because it recharges the batteries so I can work more for our race!

Gay flag flies where once Mussolini and I stood….

The glory will return. Because the best whites will become noble, heroic Aryans.