NEWS ROUNDUP! — Suicide Rates up 900%! Genocide in Dubai — let’s party!

In case you are wondering, I just made that title up because I thought it had a funny ring to it. It has no relevance whatsoever to anything real, ha-ha!

The Danish bastards next door announced that they would – once again – hold an election about implenting the Euro (The currency of the European Monetary Union), because the previous election did not provide a favourable and acceptable result. When that happens, you wait a few years, and then vote again. If you are lucky, the proposal will pass just because people are totally fed up with voting about it. Not that I ever support any form of elections and voting by the people, direct or indirect. Speaking of elections, the retarded idiot ruling the prison-dump of Australia, John Howard, is most likely going to win the elections, succeeding in providing him a fifth term in which to firmly establish his rule of failure. Most likely, the competition – which I know nothing of since the Australian political climate is a cesspool of profanely disgusting views masturbating before one-another in a wretched orgy of political perversion – is weak and pathetic and will lose. John Howard will win as did Sarkozy half a year ago. And if it does actually happen, that someone else wins? The difference is generally very slim and hardly noticeable for most people, and policies will continue to fail massively.

It’s going to be some global warming environmentalists shouting at the top of their lungs that we must revert to some primal stage of proto-civilisation, where we will die of disease aged eighteen years. In other news, a very nice man working as a reserve officer for the Israeli Army has been charged with offering Iran, Russia and Hamas with classified information. Truly a national hero in the rotten state of Israel that should not exist in the first place; I will not feel the slightest bit sorry when the Iranian medium-range nuclear devices fall from the sky, launched from the underground mountain silos near the border with Iraq. The problem was however, that the fellow so good of heart was also a complete idiot. He emailed the Iranian foreign ministry in April…

Sarkozy, together with corrupt organisations of cinema and record-companies anti-piracy propaganda units, came up with a really clever plan, to create a independent body with quite a good deal of powers to constrain file sharing in France. A deathblow to file sharing in France; I am not opposed to political censorship in some cases, but moral – or in this case economical – censorship I find unacceptable. As I am opposed to private ownership, the digital transfer of zero’s and ones for no cost is something I support strongly. Like that classic old RIAA poster thingy – faked or not – read: When you are downloading mp3’s, you are downloading Communism!

Each time a movie completes, you can thank Comrade Stalin where he stands behind you and puts his strong able hands on your shoulder. Of course the inept congregation going by the name of IFPI praised the initiative as the “singularly important” and “help to win the war on online piracy”. Hopefully this initiative will have no power – but sadly, it does not quite look that way. Sarkozy is doing a really good job…

The UK – one of the worst countries in the world in my book – is also considering new laws to combat the perceived “problem” of piracy; some idiot called Lord Triesman said in late October that “intellectual property theft will not be tolerated”. Of course, the little shit-faced cunts at the BPI were “pleased” that the government was considering harsher treatment of this sort of “crimes”. Clearly, everything owned by this kind of people needs to be immediately expropriated – not that there are any large properties or industries that do not need to be expropriated – but this kind of behaviour needs to be dealt with more harshly. To try to keep ownership over a cultural creation and the monopoly on its distribution and the profits obtained through it is not acceptable. As a certain early eighties punk-song lyrics read:

Music made for money’s sake and not for your mental health shall fade away.

In closing, I hope Musharraf kills that no-good Bhutto cunt who keeps whining so damn much. God damn those humanist piles of vomit.

Atheism = Communism! - Idiot preacher aborts sixty-nine fetuses.

It’s the Internet, and the Internet’s most common demographical group is idiots. Idiots of many kinds are here abound, idiots who know what they are talking about to some degree or idiots who talk out of their arses without having a single clue as to what they are saying, idiots of religious persuasions and idiots that claim to be “atheist”. Now, most of the time, those two groups are both fucking ingrates, generally arguing about whether atheism or Christianity/Islam/blahblah has killed more people, but sometimes one can accidentally stumble upon one of those really exceptionally stupid fucks. By accident, I came to encounter this dreadful video on YouTube.

It’s awful. The lack of historical accuracy and comprehension of the dynamics of the pre-revolutionary times in Tsarist Russia 1880-1918 are appalling. Constantly, this smoking disgusting redneck who looks like he has missed a few showers and forgot to shave for a while rants on about how atheism is communism. Now, communism is opposed to organised religion, and the Bolshevik party was fairly consistently atheist, but this in no way equates communism to atheism. Atheism is merely the non-belief in a deity, whereas communism is a political ideology; something much deeper professed non-belief in a God.

I am, however, not atheist. I am anti-religious. This is different from atheism in the sense that I am directly opposed to religion. I not only profess non-belief in a deity but also violent opposition to people who believe in deities. So when this antique time-traveller from the McCarthyism of the 1950’s come back in time and start preaching on about how Communism is Atheism and vice versa, I can’t help but feel very annoyed; and this repulsive man even smokes a cigarette in his second video. It lasts all the way into the third, where he admits that he doesn’t like atheism because he does not feel good about death being the definite end to existence.

This is understandable. Few people really want to disappear completely, but ultimately, knowing what happens after death is something we will never know for sure, at least not in this life, so to say. Anyway, the point is that this person is obviously just talking out of his arse, without realising that there is no correlation at all between the ACLU (I hate those bastards with a passion, I admit) and the Bolshevik party or atheism and the revolution(s) that led to the creation of the great United Soviet Socialist Republics. And the little Christian nutjob even suggests that the removal of obligatory school prayers are behind the rise of violence since the 1960’s in the third video.

Because the people behind all crime, behind all that is wrong, are atheists. Everything true, pure and sure is that which is handed down by religion; morality cannot exist without religion, he says, talking almost desperately, and “left to his own devices, man will always become evil”. And suddenly, the man who spoke so harshly of the evil communist plot and proclaimed “anti-communism” has come to advocate… central control!? What an ironic twist of fate! But I guess central control is okay to him when it is in the hands of a Christian clergy, maybe.

That said, religious people all need to be purged from the world. Religion is not acceptable. I wholly support threatening religious people into submission and sending troublesome religious practitioners and leaders to camps for use as slave labour. This goes for all religions, no exceptions, though especially for extremist fringe-cults, new-age ‘religions’ and assorted bizarre cults as well as deeply dedicated believers of any major religion. Religion is a foolish plague, a stupefying tidal wave of irrationality that must be fought with violence and long-distance artillery.

Oh, and the guy also believes that Islam is run by REPTILIAN ALIENS that space rape women and impregnate them with HARLEQUIN FETUSES!

The complete destruction of the Individual is desirable.

It is well known that liberals are idiots. If you word it the right way, even conservative Americans will agree, because what a liberal is in the U.S. is not what it is in most other places around the world. In the U.S., the silly humanistic nanny-leftists and their foolish utopian world-view are constantly (and often rightfully) ridiculed, but why they are called “liberals” I am not quite sure. They are indeed a very stupid bunch, but there are some much more loathsome elements in the U.S. political system. I am talking not of the retarded “neo-conservatives” nor the Democrats and “liberals”, but of the easily most stupid thing ever conceived. Libertarians. (When I say liberal, I mean it as in “classical liberalism”, much akin to Libertarianism).

Good friends of Ron Paul and Internet-savvy, those degenerate utopian liberals have for far too many years ruined the world with their inept tripe. What worse is that they pollute the Internet to an astounding degree with inane preaching about Jefferson and the Constitution, and any good State should have those mongrel vermin shipped away to labour camps. A specimen of the species Libertarian Scum chose to comment upon my previous entry about Italian Fascism, this is what it wrote:

Don’t whitewash Italian Fascism with the “they weren’t racists” defence. I have Italian Fascist magazines from Mussolini’s time that are full of racism, articles on racial purity, on the inferiority of blacks, etc. The usual racist crap. But the key points may be: Both Fascism and Nazism were socialist systems, whose prevue extended into every aspect of life. Both were Nationalistic, with a capital N. And both were corporate socialists’ regimes, and this is very key for the present, for America and Europe are, and are becoming almost purely, under the EU and Clinton-Bush, corporate socialist regimes, where the individual has no power. That’s why Ron Paul’s anti-Statism is the only modern expression of anti-Fascist, anti-Nazi thinking.

As we can see from this inane drivel, this is clearly one of those brain-dead libertarian fuckwits. I disagree with many aspects of Fascism, particularly its anti-communism and absurd traditionalism and friendly treatment of religion, but I see it as a quite enjoyable political ideology, especially in Mussolini/Gentile’s manifesto. Fascism was certainly not socialistic in any other aspect than its collective “bringing-together” of all the national populace. You cannot be a “corporate socialist”.

Libertarians are foolish and have a tendency to rave on about the astounding achievements of the individual and how we must all be free from the murderous State; but the individual is weak and lonely where the State is strong and able. Libertarians use the word “Statism” – a word that a certain imbecile by the name of Ronald Reagan also had strong affection for – to describe any state that directly or indirectly is responsible for more than 0.5% of the national GDP.

Nazism and Fascism were collectivist and authoritarian (and at least in the case of fascism, totalitarian) systems, this does by no way mean they were “socialist” systems, but what can one expect from Libertarians? Surely this fellow must have missed the dreadful news that a number of the degenerate Baltic states as well as Czech Republic have instated a policy of flat tax (at about 10-12% in most cases). This would be unacceptable in any even remotely “socialist” nation. Even in the most liberal deviations of socialism, flat tax is unacceptable.

The Individual must not have power. The individual is meek and meaningless and temporary. Individuals must be controlled. What could have brought anyone to post a pro-Ron-Paul comment here? I mean, save the curious question why anyone would bother commenting at all—I advocate Soviet-style socialism of the Stalinist model and replacement of market/mixed economy with a centrally planned command-economy. I also advocate the relocation of political dissidents voicing their opinion and partaking in activism to labour camps and closed cities in the spirit of internal exile. And no, I’m not even kidding.

It pisses me off when some American calls me a liberal, too. I’m not a fucking liberal. I don’t support any of that hippie-esque stuff, free drugs or world peace. I am passionately pro-war and anti-humanism. In before some comments “lol ur delusional,” “psychotic”, “crazy”, “nazi”, etc.

Fascism.

Anti-individualistic, the Fascist conception of life stresses the importance of the State and accepts the individual only in so far as his interests coincide with those of the State, which stands for the conscience and the universal, will of man as a historic entity. It is opposed to classical liberalism which arose as a reaction to absolutism and exhausted its historical function when the State became the expression of the conscience and will of the people. Liberalism denied the State in the name of the individual; Fascism reasserts the rights of the State as expressing the real essence of the individual. And if liberty is to he the attribute of living men and not of abstract dummies invented by individualistic liberalism, then Fascism stands for liberty, and for the only liberty worth having, the liberty of the State and of the individual within the State. The Fascist conception of the State is all embracing; outside of it no human or spiritual values can exist, much less have value. Thus understood, Fascism, is totalitarian, and the Fascist State - a synthesis and a unit inclusive of all values - interprets, develops, and potentates the whole life of a people.

– Benito Mussolini/Giovanni Gentile 1931

My perception of Fascism is thusly not one of Nazism; though the terms are oftentimes used interchangably, and “fascist” often serving as a sort of curse word in many political circles. The theories of fascism are not racist; the individual’s origins are unimportant, only his service provided to the State matter.

Kevin Passmore (2002), claims:

There are sufficient similarities between Fascism and Nazism to make it worthwhile applying the concept of fascism to both. In Italy and Germany a movement came to power that sought to create national unity through the repression of national enemies and the incorporation of all classes and both genders into a permanently mobilized nation.

But ultimately this is based upon very vague terminology. Many countries have aspired to unite a nation-state, and during war-time this has been attempted with varying success. Nazism came to borrow certain elements from Fascism, but they were not the same movement, and in whereas Nazism was openly racist, Fascism incorporated meritocracy as one of its main tenets.

Corona Mundi.

We found a silent soothing world wherin there was no pain. A world without mothers or fathers. We would make a circle bound by flesh and blood and water and only when we felt our lungs betray us would we rise towards the light. –Anonymous

The town is almost completely silent, but I do not have much time to reflect upon it as I am chased. By what I am not quite sure, but I still run like there’s no tomorrow. There’s no need for second thoughts now. It always strikes me as odd how much I actually want to live in times when danger and death lurks two lanes behind me. The dark cobblestone lanes lined with poorly kept wooden houses towering on both sides have always been scary to me, now that my high-heels click against the wet surface of the uneven cobblestones I can’t help but feel annoyed. As I cross a larger street I cast my eyes downwards and then I see my mortal enemy. It looks like a cloud of fire, moving with obvious determination and agility unseen in elements such as fire under normal conditions.

Something is extremely off here. I hurry across the wide street and continue along yet another anonymous alleyway. Most houses are dark and unlit; the only light is that of the moon watching from a high position in the sky above like some all-seeing-eye. Every once in a while I pass a door outside of which some small light is still on, illuminating some commercial sign or something similar. Sometimes the faint glow of the distant fire pursuing me reaches for me, sometimes when I round a corner I see my own shadow in the warm orange light and I know it’s constantly gaining on me. How much longer can I keep on running?

The night is cold, and things are silent. Or maybe they just seem silent to me because I’m off somewhere inside my head, focusing on other things, like how to get away from this annoying fire, rather than keeping my ears alerted to sounds. Eventually I learn that I am not the only one on the run tonight, as I see some frightened people spy out through their windows; and every once in a while I hear the sound of distant steps against the wet cobblestone lanes.

Is this the end of the world? What is going on here, tonight? I run up a hill, at the top of which there is a church on a soaring embankment. The church is the tallest structure in town, and from its top one has a splendid view during day time. But now is not the time for some leisurely stopover. I walk up the steps to the door and I see there are more of us congregating here for safety tonight. The big rigid tree doors I move aside and step in, and in a line behind me there follow a few scared and shocked folks fearing for their lives.

The doors close and I walk over to the priest, who sits down before a pile of burning rubble at the front row, just below the benevolent statue of Jesus looking down from the cross. “You shouldn’t have approved the project”, I say, “You shouldn’t have let them go through with it. You knew this was going to happen one way or another.”

“I tried”, he says, “I really did, you know? You don’t have to believe me, but I did all I could to stop the project. But they just wouldn’t heed my advice, and now, look what a mess they’ve gotten us into! The spirits are not pleased with the result. They say we will all have to pay. My prayers have no result. They’re not listening to me. It’s like I don’t even exist to them. I don’t know what will happen to us now, or if there’s any hope left for us.”

“What should we do?” some anonymous face in the crowd asks worriedly.

“I don’t know…” the priest says, and I hear how the crowd sighs. I guess they are too used to listening to the guidance of others to think for themselves, to contemplate the various options they might have. Maybe it’s just a question of time before I do something foolish without thinking and vanish in the firestorm like I don’t know how many others. From beyond the rigid stone walls of the church – now lit by not only the fire but also numerous candles lit all around the room, some carried by people – one could hear the haunting screams of the damned.

“Will you all just try to calm down”, the priest begins, but is interrupted by an ear-deafening roar of something—a something that sounded very large and very dangerous. The ground shook and it felt like a massive freight train was approaching. Then it happened, like something out of a movie, a slow-motion scene; the wall blew open as if by some detonation, and in through the crack there came the most blasphemous beasts I’ve ever seen. The head was that of a crawfish; two long arms with frightening claws, attached to a seven-legged head, followed by a monstrous snake-like body with massive triangular scales. Its colour was ghastly pale, white with a hint of pink, although it might have been the candles in the room that made it appear that way.

It only took a few seconds. It uttered a shrill sound and in a violent spasm it had caught two arm civilians in its deadly claws that quickly cut deep into their supple flesh. Their screams died out quickly, and some time later the claws were red with their spilled blood.

“We cannot stay here!” the priest shouted out and tried to make people calm down. But when there’s a 100 foot monster snake with a half crawfish for head it is no easy pursuit.

“Where else should we go?” someone shouts as some other runs for the door.

“Up,” he says, “up, into the tower.”

“What if they come after us?” a concerned voice asks.

“The door big door is made of metal, and so they won’t follow us that way. If those things really want to, I assume they could raze the church completely, but the way I see it, there’s not much else we can do.”

Some heads nod in agreement, and the priest run over to the door. The two crawfish beasts are busy consuming two lost fellows. Blood spilled all over the floor. One guy in white shirt has red on him. He is quick with the keys even in this moment of horror, and locks the sturdy steel door when every person who wants to has entered. A few stays. Some are still bent on going outside. Fire starts spreading over the furniture, over the tree-seats and the red carpet (red like blood), probably from all the candles the ugly monstrosities knocked down.

The walk up the bell tower is tedious. It’s almost 300 feet to the roof, a good 25 stories or so, and when you’re walking up a crowded and narrow spiral staircase, every step and every movement seems to take millennia. During our quest for the roof, we are incessantly assaulted by the terrified screams of people outside. The poorly isolated walls and the intermittent windows lining the walk up the tower makes it easy to overhear the stupendous vain cries for help ejected with the final breath of some unfortunate souls.

We pass by the idle church bell. A few further steps up a weathered set of wooden flight of stairs and we reach the flat roof of the church tower. Some rubbish lies around, a few moving boxes and in a corner there stands what looks like an old forgotten piano. The stars are clear and bright as ever. All around town I see fires burning, and from everywhere in the morass below of fire and pain there are the agitated screams of dying thousands reach up to our windswept rooftop; our sanctuary.

Thunderous noises abroad, the lights of a million fires painting the scattered clouds on the eastern horizon orange, looming hauntingly as they approach slowly, driven by the gusts of salty wind blowing in from the channel. And I feel like I don’t know how this will end. Why am I here, on this rooftop, in this burning city of sin; and was there anything I could have done differently? My feet ache. Twenty-five stories worth of stairs in high heels is a form of torture.

The Failure that Ended the World.

It’s a silent night, the world below the sky dyed by the full yellow moon; the silence only occasionally interrupted by the roar of a moped or car starting some distance away; maybe on the motorway or by the petrol station; underneath the small freezing clouds that drift by at the whims of the wind, the city dreams wordlessly, the relaxed brains contemplating and organising the events of the day that has now escaped. The old principal of the local school, who used to beat his daughter some twenty odd years ago, can not sleep tonight, and neither can the deranged old woman with short red hair who used to have a small shop selling textile supplies. There is a difference between them, however; one is a pensioner, and spends her days painting pictures and sewing things for her friends, the other is head of a shadowy organisation. He is the highest ranking member of the local freemason lodge, and he, like the old woman, is a believer in the power of the moon and stars to influence our emotions and actions.

He believes in this for radically different reasons, however; for he is in possession of knowledge regarding organisms entirely alien to this planet and indeed this entire wing of the galaxy. He found out about it only a week ago. Higher ups, on the international level of the strict hierarchical organisation, had known about it long before – or so it was rumoured – but it was not until Frederick Hayek was shot outside his apartment and his mourning wife told the police that the rumours started to spread. The police, which had very good relations to the local lodge and many members in its midst, decided to keep the lid on. However, the rumours quickly spread within the freemason organisation, and soon it was known to most local high-degree members of the fabled fraternal organisation.

Since then, he had found it hard to sleep. The vague rumours presented to him in a document he retrieved from a locked vault in the darkest sub-basement of the United Lodge Library in Stockholm had left him terrified. From what was said in the paper – vague as though it was – it would seem some sort of invasion was being planned by those extra-terrestrial beings, which throughout the years had been in contact with the Masonic movement, all the way back to the 10^_th century. He had stolen the document, brought it back to his office at the school, and went home.

That was a week ago. Yesterday, he received a phone call from a man who sounded quite annoyed. He had told him of how the end of the world was coming and coming soon; for under the illumination of the full moon the beasts would launch their invasion; from high up they would descend upon their unknowing victims, and there would be no escape. The man said there was nothing for him to do but to prepare. The lodge masters of the highest degree, those who frequented the international lodge meetings, had known of this for long time and wilfully collaborated with the devilish starspawn. Now, they had decided to stop humanity; they had heard the recent rumours of how Homo sapiens were planning to establish a currency for use in space. The annoyed man said they knew he had taken the document from the vault, but that it didn’t matter. “They’re coming tonight. At three, look up at the moon.”

Then, he had hung up. The clock on the VCR underneath his television, in crystalline display – the best modern technology could muster for an affordable price – shewed that the clock was only five minutes to three. He sat up slowly and cautiously, so as to not rouse his sleeping wife, and walked downstairs, and into the backyard. In the backyard there stood a mighty tree, fully three centuries old, that he a few years ago had not found it in his heart to cut down. As he recalled these sentimental memories, he looked up at the star strewn sky, feeling gloomy and hopeless as he realised his own insignificance and inability to stop the invasion and the terror that would follow. The details he did not yet know.

And now, as he looks up at the sky, he can see them. Black shadows visible against the moon and stars, descending upon Tellus like a swarm of locusts upon a field of maize. Now, he knows the hour has come for the human race – so many billion things left undone! So many billion hours of pain left unfelt! The light of mans cities would crease radiating their beautiful spectre of light into the universe, no longer would people fall in love, no longer would there be a species known as homo sapiens; a billion books burned on giant bonfires, six thousand years of collected knowledge – all for nothing, lost like the Christmas dinner of ‘05. And not a single tear would be shed, no extraterrestrial entities would be sorry for mans disappearance. A billion protoplasmic funguses prepared for unthinkable celebrations.

They would be grateful.

Rustpaulistan.

 Anonymous 11/07/07(Wed)03:49 No.448283

>>448281

In Ronpaulistan, Blackwater does the policing.

To write is so very difficult. Lines of sentences, rows of words like the row houses of a Victorian-era city in Britannia; marching on in perfect unison with nothing to say, like the fans of Ron Paul they chant that there is only one chance to escape the New World Order, one chance to escape the slavery of the Federal Reserve and it’s controllers – the conspiracy, the robber barons and banking cartel – and only one chance to be free from the horrors of a large government. “The answer to nineteen eighty-four,” Alex Jones says in his latest outrageous laugh-fest of a movie, “is seventeen seventy-six.” The founding fathers were good men, they wrote the holy constitution.

 Insanity, deluded, am I? Very much, most likely; rejecting what common sense demands—insanity, a one man minority as Winston Smith said-

 
THE USSR PREVAILS!