(This blog is composed of comments and responses between me and readers/donors.)
The censorship is getting insane.
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When I look back on my blogs from five years ago, or more, half the videos are gone because the channel was “terminated.”
Here is a truly crass example of the censorship “idiocracy”:
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I posted a video on my site around 2014 of a man reading the story of a WWI vet, a German who had nightmares after bayoneting a French soldier — who was coming at him– and seeing the blood spurt out his mouth.
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German, yes, but World War ONE.
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And the German felt sorrow about it!
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The message was it was deleted because it violated guidelines against “hate speech.”
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A comrade and donor responded:
That reminds me a bit of Guy Sajer, an infantry soldier of half French and half German ancestry who survived many months on the Russian front and recorded his memoirs in “The Forgotten Soldier”. Despite seeing many thousands of people killed all around him (his close comrade and machine gunner Weiner killed what had to be near a thousand enemies himself) he felt remorse in the one direct, close-quarters kill he had.
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I replied:
Yes. War is horrible but also exciting, and bored-to-death soldiers, tired of practice, maneuvers and shooting blanks, actually want to “see action,” stop being a “pogue” (a soldier without combat experience) and do the real thing, then get a chestful of medal and have girls admire them on the street. (The French novel “Servitude et grandeur militaires” by Alfred de Vigny, himself a former officer, goes into this.)
A WN friend of mine, an Irish-American named Bob Hoy, once made a cynical observation which has some truth to it: “Men join the Marines to get the dress-blue uniform so they can get laid. 😉 But sometimes they don’t get laid — they come back in a box — or with no arms and legs, and those guys never get laid.”
Marine sergeant Brandon Ketchum killed himself after the VA hospital turned him away when he begged for treatment STAT for PTSD and having urgent suicidal thoughts.
Knowing all this sort of thing, General Robert E. Lee wrote his wife once: “It is good that war is so dreadful — lest we grow fond of it.”
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It is horrible to kill another man who also has a mom, sisters, a little brother, and maybe a wife and kids of his own. They will be getting a telegram or visit to say their loved one is no more, and weeping. (In the old days, and we see this in “Gone with the Wind,” the authorities just heartlessly put up a huge poster in town with the new list of the dead. Women come by every day with their hand covering their mouth in trepidation to see if their loved one is on it.)
War should always be defensive, to repel actual invasion, never to attack and enslave others!
Trailer to the new British movie “1917” about WWI:
If people wonder who Alexander the Great, Julius Caesar, Charlemagne or Napoleon were in their next life, maybe they decided to be “nobodies” and quietly grow flowers, run an orphanage, and help others.
That life-review video, and seeing acres of dead bodies bleeding on the field, hearing men groan, and seeing mothers fainting who get the bad news, can do wonders if we let the truth sink in. As my dad said, and he fought in two wars, WWII and Korea: “There is nothing glorious about war.”
The bravery is glorious, the self-sacrifice is noble, and it may be necessary, but it is basically misery, fear, suffering, terrible thirst, hunger, grime, sweat, body odor, three-day whiskers on a dirty face, the nasty smell of human blood (like iron mixed with rotten sugar), and taking the life of another man.
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Dead American doughboy, shot trying to traverse German-invented concertina wire
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Handsome German officer, now one-legged, begs for food money on the streets of Munich after WWI
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Before Hitler, I did it for 50 years. People wonder how a mere corporal could be such a brilliant commander and strategist in WWII. This is how.
Margi gasped when she first saw this engraving. “My God, that’s you!”
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[Quoting me (JdN) at first; I also added illustrative and explanatory material]
Looks like you’ve read Leon Degrelle’s memoirs about his experiences in the Russian campaign. I’ve yet to come across any memoirs so descriptive of the incredible battles, hardships and sufferings that soldiers, especially infantry soldiers, fought through in that brutal struggle against Russia.
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Degrelle’s account was absolutely riveting. It really shattered me a bit, and made me a little ashamed (and thankful) of how easy I’ve had it in comparison (and also fearful of how bad it can yet get, but potentially all this triggered in those men courage, resolve, hope and fearlessness).
Degrelle and his Walloons were really something. A normie just really couldn’t imagine it without reading it for themselves.
The PDF I read in full by him was named “Campaign in Russia,” and I ended up getting it under a different name in hardcover when I happily found it was available. Also his “1000 Years of Hitler” was really, really interesting, but his war memoirs were absolutely stunning, timeless and titanically epic.
There are many WWII war memoirs which I have read (Stuka Pilot [by Hans-Ulrich Rudel] being another must-read),
*** Rudel received from Hitler on 29 Dezember 1944 the ultimate decoration: the Knight’s Cross of the Iron Cross with golden oak leaf [Rudel was the only Wehrmacht soldier to receive the GOLDEN, not silver oak leaf], swords AND diamonds
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And I hope to read many more, but Degrelle’s “Campaign in Russia” is one I recommend every man to read, and that should be compulsory!
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LOL, yes, among a few thousand other books I did read it (and in French, having minored in French at Georgetown).
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Léon Degrelle was not just a spell-binding orator, but also a polemicist, a smooth and imaginative book writer, and an outstanding soldier and officer, the most highly decorated of the 400K volunteers in the Waffen-SS.
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(Let no one say the Frenchies or the French-speaking Walloons are cowards! It was the French Waffen-SS who, at the very end, fought to the death defending the Reich Chancellery and the Bunker!)
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Margi and I translated into English “Hitler for a Thousand Years”, as you likely have already learned as an avid reader, under the new title of “My Revolutionary Life.”
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This was the original:
https://johndenugent.com/images/degrelle-ah-pour-mille-ans.pdf
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Margi and I first made it into Barnes Review magazine articles, one of 63 that she or I did for this prestigious bimonthly (www.barnesreview.org):
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It then became a printed book: (https://barnesreview.org/product/my-revolutionary-life/)
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And Margi is translating, right now, as she recovers from her harsh cancer treatments (chemo and 34 sessions of horrible radiation) part of his La cohue de 1940, “The Mad Scramble of 1940” which is about the shameful fall of Jew-ridden, Mason-infected Belgium and France to the Wehrmacht’s blitzkrieg.
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It also shows in harrowing detail what he personally and his heroic Rexists endured after being arrested without the slightest reason by hateful “democrats” as traitors and fifth columnists who supposedly were in cahoots with the Germans. (This vile slander that he was a fifth-columnist hurt Degrelle, a staunch Belgian patriot, the most of all.)
Degrelle reminds me, however, of what I wrote here about all the young, charismatic hotshots who have been stars in our movement (and I would include among them the dashing, handsome and electrifying Codreanu as well)
…and Margi’s and my friend, NS activist Pedro Varela, a dashing, handsome man whom young people love and who is good both with his fists (ask any of the local Reds) and on the dance floor in Catalonia:
To humiliate this real man, the leftist government sent out a female SWAT team, guns drawn, to arrest him, and then came, of course, the inevitable, constant, degrading strip searches (“bend over and spread ’em, Nazi”):
https://johndenugent.com/handsome-wn-hotshots-dont-impress-god-or-man/
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Patrick Little was once Mr. Bad-Ass, and scorned to even cash my check or acknowledge my letter of advice to this young man, but he has now dropped out, probably all p—ed-off that no one sees his greatness 😉 — while I keep going — and finishing my prep for all all-out offensive.
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Anyway, so many of these bright, tough, brave and attractive young men who fought for our race in the 1930s and the in WWII just ended up after the war being hanged or garroted (slow-hanged! 🙁 )
The Arrow Cross was a wonderful Hungarian movement against the jews and for white Hungary.
But all the leaders, mostly idealistic, heroic young men (or “youngish” men — even mid-forties seems young when you are 65 as I am, and see the beautiful inner fire of relative youth which the bitter cynicism and defeatism of old age has not yet replaced), were garroted by the Soviet puppet regime.
Garroting means they just kick the chair out from under your feet and so you slowly strangle. It takes about a minute to lose consciousness and five minutes to die in this horrible way. Meanwhile, your body kicks, swings, and convulses as the survival instinct goes into gear. Then you urinate on yourself.
The Arrow Cross leader and prime minister Ferenc Szalasi is also garroted — as, LOL, a “traitor to Hungary.” Geez.. Of course, the Jews did not cover his face with a bag. They wanted to see his face as he died.
I cannot agree more with Codreanu: –“democracy” really is a magnet for double-talking scumbags who spout empty promises and kiss the Jew enemy’s ass.
Sooner or later, all the good and sincere politicians in a democracy will leave office, either defeated for reelection or so disgusted they quit over what they have seen, and had to do or refused to do in order to get, or to stay, in elective office.
I am talking Epstein and worse. Much, much worse.
To achieve the pinnacle, you must rape and murder children so they have ironclad blackmail against you and control you totally.
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https://johndenugent.com/he-got-out-of-banking-when-they-demanded-he-kill-kids-to-reach-the-top/
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Trump is the one recent exception as president, but they clearly have SOME dirt on him, or have just framed him with something. (Clearly, he did pal around for years with the nauseating Jewish hebephile Epstein, but probably only for womanizing (“scoring” with attractive young adult females) — nothing to do with minor teens or kids.)
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.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NdBFnTWvN-U
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Trump definitely has a certain amount of self-control and ability to plan his moves, and doing something totally foolish and high-risk is not one of them. (He is, btw, a non-drinker, having seen his older brother drink himself to death.)
In the end, going back to all the martyred young heroes our movement has brought forth, their loyalty and bravery made their karma wonderful. Yes, they died, as we all must anyway, but for folk, race and a better world. None of these 1910-1920-1930 guys would still be alive now anyway. We all die, because young souls need to die and reflect via the life-review video, and a heart-to-heart with their guardian angel, on the flawed life they just led.
But at least these men (and women) lived and died bravely, and it was for something high, beautiful and true.
In contrast, look at this tawdry video, which my Indian-Canadian friend Frank Raymond (photo) just sent me:
.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qsNwDjUjbfs
*** Frank Raymond
https://johndenugent.com/frank-raymonds-novel-of-white-liberals-awakening-sweet-dreams-and-terror-cells-margi-and-i-voice-overed-hellstorm/
https://johndenugent.com/frank-raymond-stop-redefining-nation-libtards-like-israel-its-common-blood-ancestral-soil-great-for-normies/
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There is not the slightest chance, no more than that of the proverbial snowball in hell, that young white people like this — unless regenerated by a transformative religious experience — will join us and fight with unity, obedience, effectiveness and discipline for ultimate victory.
What the great American national socialist of the 1930s, William Dudley Pelly, said is the one and only truth we need to know:
Anyone who would call on young whites now, “wh-iggers,” to fight the Jews’ juggernaut, their gigantic “American government,” without being able to change them first from humanimals into noble, skilled, disciplined Aryan soldiers, is inviting them to be slaughtered for nothing.
And no one before me has ever succeeded in changing large numbers of people. We changed people somewhat in 1933-45, but even then, partly, it was via coercion of a large percentage of the people via fear of the Gestapo, concentration camps, firing squads and guillotines… which is the very sad truth. We rightly shot or hanged about 20,000 for desertion, men who cravenly sought to save their own pitiful butt while the Red Army was raping, torturing and killing German seniors, women and innocent children.
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But now we must do more. Now we must make men into what Nietzsche called supermen.
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Everyone, whatever his job on the totem pole, must grow into something higher, a “noble wolf,” an “Adolf,” an Adolf Hitler.
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And Hitler himself, having lost last time, must climb even higher also in order to win this thing at the eleventh hour. 🙂
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As uncomfortable as it has been, he must go from a master of the secular world, a politician and commander-in-chief, to something quite different, the prophet of war on our own self-blinding ego, the seer of a New White Race. It is one that will face every brutal and unpleasant truth without the slightest flinching, wading through indescribable horrors on the battlefield, seeing past the tears, wailing, blood, and body parts, unperturbed.
We will seek what is good for all men. We will build an alliance with all races, even with the handful of good Jews that are out there, against the Genociders, the Jew psychopathocrats — and their essential instrument, vile goy lackeys.
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The traitors within the white race — those who knowingly sell out their own people to slavery and death — those are the worst villains of them all. The Jew, in contrast, can only be commended for working for his own people!
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For the merciless goy traitor there will be no mercy.
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And then Hitler Redux will achieve the balance of yin and yang, Mars and Venus, harshness and softness, that Savitri Devi implied was lacking “the last time” (1933-45) in her masterpiece The Lightning and the Sun.
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And she was so right. Listen to wise women if your Mars and Venus are in synch.
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