Flak towers were 8 complexes of large, above-ground, anti-aircraft gun blockhouse towers constructed in the cities of Berlin (3), Hamburg (2), and Vienna (3) from 1940 onwards. Other cities that used flak towers included Stuttgart and Frankfurt. Smaller single-purpose flak towers were built at key outlying German strongpoints, such as at Angers, France and Heligoland, Germany.

They were used by the Luftwaffe to defend against Allied air raids on these cities during World War II. They also served as air-raid shelters for tens of thousands of people and to coordinate air defence.

….So sick and tired of Black whining about Whites acting apprehensive around them!

I was listening to NPR Weekend Edition the other day, and it was three stories in a row about Blacks whining how they feel Whites are wary of them, are racist, and act scared or cold. I just about popped my cork, because both I and Margi have experienced black violent crime personally, and I never ever ever have hit or attacked any black person! Without provocation (during a period of racial fistfights in my Marine bootcamp platoon at Parris Island) I got belted in the mouth by another black recruit, in fact!

Margi had two nightmarish experiences with black men in Washington DC (long before she met me)…. and yes, I do mean what you are thinking. 🙁 (She has talked about it on the radio.)

According to Pat Buchanan, Blacks are fifty times more likely to attack Whites than Whites Blacks! Blacks themselves admit that their communities are racked by black-on-black violence! Why the heck should Whites NOT be wary when strange black males approach them?

These two young blacks came in to rob hard-working Whites and this former Marine fixed their wagon!

http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=428_1342491285

My father, James Waddell Nugent, was not anti-Black at all, and said that in Korea his black Marines performed well, but he did tell me about a very scary experience he had one night in Manhattan with my mother.

They were on their way back to their hotel after a nice night on the town, and down the street was a bunch of very dangerous, surly black men standing around … with that predatory, bored, looking-for-a-victim look. They spotted my father and my mother — who unfortunately was a bit tipsy and “out of it,” and thus would not only have been no help at all in a confrontation, but actually made an even more attractive victim just by being tipsy, and my mom, worse, was a very good-looking white woman….

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My father in his Marine uniform (damaged photo)

My mother

As my father related the story, he sized up the situation and decided that if he retreated, or even crossed the street to avoid them, it would be interpreted as weakness, and really bring about a catastrophe.

“So, John, I just stared them right in the eye, and I guided your mother along, who was oblivious to what was going on, and we walked right up to them and right past them. I just stared each one right in the eye. And they didn’t move a muscle.”

Formal business photo of my dad (from https://johndenugent.com/wn-biography-of-jdn/about-john/james-waddell-nugent-obituary/) That killer look is something I will never forget. 😉

Now, could my father have “taken” four black men at once? Maybe not, but they would have had a hell of a fight on their hands. He had that Marine killer look, because he was a Marine and a killer in both WWII and Korea, including trench warfare and hand-to-hand combat with Chinese who had dived into the Marine trenches at night. In fact, he had five notches on the wooden handle of his Smith & Wesson .38 Detective Special from killing Chinese at close range. (He did not consider the government-issued 1910 pistol, the .45, to be reliable.) (My father’s had notches on the handle, unlike this one.)

In a trench there is little room for a rifle. It is either a pistol, a knife, or a bayonet you use, and you kill a man up-close-and-personal before he kills YOU. As General George Patton said, “help the other guy die for his country.” 😉

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Marines in 1952 in the trenches of Korea during a Chinese 88-mm mortar bombardment; my father was knocked unconscious for three days by a Chinese mortar, and woke up in a US military hospital in Japan. His years in trench-warfare hell, with constant night attacks, and sickening North Korean atrocities performed on our live, captured men, were over.

And these are the genes and the mindset I inherited.

Never back down to a bully, on principle! And a number of people have had to learn the hard way that this is who I am, vicious to the vicious.

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…..to a Christian Identity comrade

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