This Time the World

In this fast-reading autobiography, George Lincoln Rockwell educates, awakens and entertains.  You will be brought to laughter and tears by his eloquent pendulum.  You can count on this book having been suppressed by his killers for decades.  Rockwell exposes them by it.

He was a brilliant, albeit, secular man.  A Navy Commander whose last fighter cockpit was in the F8F Bearcat.  Oh hell yes.  Top that all you ground-pounding New York rats.  I dare you.

He was tall, talented, well-turned, well-bred and had all the right stuff.  The only thing he lacked was a God-fearing soul.  He charged into the fray of life banking only on his human abilities.  Sometimes a man needs more.  But I read in his words a hard leaning toward Jesus Christ.  Rockwell was devoid of hatred.  He was right as rain and good as gold.  He sang the praises of Christians from a secular mind -- in that an honest man cannot deny the fruits of their tree.  Rockwell was an honest man.  

A virtuous man on his path to God with too many irons in the fire.  Too many balls in the air.  Too many wild dogs snapping at his heels when he wrote this book -- to "be still and know that I am God" as the Word says.

This can be seen by the way life knocked him around.  He leapt out there, taking on the punches without a prayer.  Just his guts and wit.  His first wife was an ice queen.  His second finally collapsed under the pressure of his persecution.  He was survived by seven children.

After a surprisingly good childhood despite the Great Depression and a broken home, Rockwell entered Brown University in the fall of 1938.  A hurricane ravished the New England coast that year — tantamount to the covert, creeping communism.   He fast learned that President Roosevelt was a traitor and a liar.  And that Charlie Chaplin was a Marxist jew who changed his name from Israel Thonstein.  Rockwell wrote that Chaplin “…is so red [that] even our pinko State Department has banned him from the U.S.A.”

However, even an intellectual like Rockwell swallowed the lies about Hitler.  When Roosevelt’s jew-friendly war broke out, Rockwell rushed off to “come to the aid of his country.”  To save them from the evil Nazi’s in a fratricidal war fanned up by the jews for the jews.

Headlong into the U.S. Navy.  Back when “wooden ships and iron men” was still the motto.  Rockwell got a kick out of military discipline.  It was a good fit.  He embraced the dangerous life of a Naval Aviator with zeal.  Catapulted off USS OMAHA into blushing dawn.  Dreams still in his head.  Barely out of bed.  Yonder lay blue Neptune kissing Aurora.  Lip-lock to die for.  Oh the sight of that.  What a wake-up, aye, sailor-boy?

Five hours of wartime surveillance in an old prop-job with every drop of fuel measured to the mile.  One mistake in his calculations and he goes the way of Amelia.  Out here in the Fleet, it’s all pass/fail baby.  Saying nothing of trying to set ‘er back down on a pitching, rolling deck, bleary-eyed, sapped and woozy.  Can you find that little ship?

Rockwell sure as hell did.  The John F. Kennedy Navy hardened him for what would come later.  And like Kennedy in those days, boy was he good-lookin’.  Had his pick of the fillies too.  His accounts of women will make you tingle.  Where are men like that today?  Where are the gentleman in choker whites?  He was eighteen before he got his first kiss.  A Victorian to the bone.

All this in a man whose home life provided no church.  I can only imagine the spiritual edge that a good Catholic or Muslim upbringing would have given him.

Beautiful writing about his Navy days will bring you to your knees even if you never wore the blue.  He puts you there — flying stick in an old recon bird over El Caribe.  The adventures of which he would later recount to the “less heroic deck-apes.”  Lording it over the black-shoe Navy as they eagerly awaited reports from their pilots about what had been seen.  “I ached for a carrier and a hotter plane with more combat…”

He longed for a brand new F4U Corsair, “at that time the hottest and deadliest thing in the air.”  Make me break out in a cold sweat, fly-boy.  Dang that gull-wing thing.  With a monstrous cowling and a monstrous prop.  Surly blue to disappear into the sea.  I long for one too.

But next it was off to Pensacola and the P-38 Lightning.  Life gallops along at top speed.  A wife is taken.  A family emerges.  The war ends.  Civilian life begins.

In 1950 the Korean War recalls Rockwell as a Navy pilot.  This time as an instructor in the F8F Bearcat.  “The F8 is the hot-rod of the sky and how I loved it.”  He called it a bumble-bee.  He called it a hornet.  “It has so much power…  It’s like riding a lightning bolt.”

About this time Rockwell learns about a Senator from Wisconsin named Joseph R. McCarthy.  His awakening to the jewish problem thence began.  It hit him like a tidal wave.  As it does all of us.  Just in time for Harry Truman to fire General Douglas McArthur, Rockwell’s beloved hero.  The jews hated both McCarthy and McArthur, smearing them in their character assassination rags.  Hissing venom and vitriol, they shouted about how McArthur threatened to become another Hitler.

Rockwell wrote, “I found that Communism was not only Jewish, but the Jews boasted about its Jewishness in their books and papers!”  His new mission had begun.  Smitten with the clarion call of duty to rid our society of this menace who was “forcing integration on us, degrading our culture with their filthy art of chaos and pornography and, worst of all, spreading the disease of Communism…”  Once Rockwell heard the speeches of Senator McCarthy, his fire was ignited.  He tore into text like he did everything in life — like a tiger.

He devoured all the commie rags and mags.  The Daily Worker, New Masses, the Library of Congress yielded up its hidden treasures.  He learned how Communist jews planted their seeds in China before the 1949 overthrow of its government.  He read Henry Ford’s warnings from the 1920′s.  He read the Protocols of the Learned Elders of Zion.

America was crawling with Communist spies in the 1950′s (all jews).  Some of whom were caught and hanged.  I bet you won’t read about them in the New York Times.

Rockwell writes that Jews were in charge of our atomic weapons and programs also.  Leave it to Lyndon to undo what Kennedy did in forbidding the newly-formed jewish state a nuclear arsenal.  Now look at the monster they have become.

All this Rockwell figured out before he got his hands on Mein Kampf.  Like Henry Ford and DeWest Hooker, the blinders were off.  He was wide awake, “I began to wonder why we had gone to war on the side of the Bolsheviks who had openly bragged for a hundred years of their plans to destroy us by force and violence, lies and subversion; while we completely wrecked Christian Germany, which never had a single highly-placed spy in our country…”

That was the pivot.  That was the turning point.  Then after he found a copy of Hitler’s magnum opus tucked away in the back of a bookshop, the big picture emerged.  “I could not lay the book down without agonies of impatience to get back to it.  I read it walking to the squadron, I took it into the air and read it, propped up on the chartboard… circling over the desert.  I read it on the Coronado Ferry.  I read it into the night and resumed the next morning.  … I studied it, thought about it and wondered at the utter, indescribable genius of it.”

And thus began Commander Rockwell’s fever to fix what ails us.  He tried doing this without a Nazi arm-band, but the news jews gave him no coverage.  So he started the American Nazi Party knowing damn well that now they would.

He drew fire from the jews something fierce.  They do the usual thing they always do.  Smear you in their crooked press.  Wreck your job.  Go after your marriage and family.  Yadda yadda.  If all that does not deter you then they pay someone to kill you.

Rockwell was picked off like Kennedy in 1967.  Oh well.  Better than dying in adult diapers at 97.  His book survived just fine.  In full Nazi garb, he was invited to speak at universities all over the country.  These speeches were filmed for posterity and can now be seen on YouTube.  Rockwell is all over the Internet.  You can download a free copy of this book here:  http://jrbooksonline.com/PDF_Books/This_Time_the_World.pdf

Mazen Dana +

"One-two-three-four, what are we fightin' for?"  So the song went about the Vietnam debacle.  It was not to keep commies out of Vietnam as you draftees and Marines were told.  Since it was the commies who drafted you in the first place.

Vietnam had to be a distraction campaign.  It gave the media jews something to write about whilst their organised partners in crime flew loads of heroin out of Cambodia under a convenient smoke screen.  One of missiles, napalm, M-16 ratt-a-tatt and booby-trapped Howitzer shells.  Keep your head down.

Sorry to un-validate your missing limbs.  Sorry to un-validate your friends' names on that sunken wall in the DC dirt.  Didn't it raise a question in your mind when you saw how they put a monument half way under ground?  One that should be raised high for all to see?  Get a clue.  Most jewish mockery is subtle.  They love to rub your nose in it while feigning sympathy.  Right to your face.  Right "in" your face.

They do it in their papers and magazines.  They do it on TV.  They do it on the sides of buses, in Time Square glitter, on billboards, everywhere, anywhere.  Dare to escape their gaudy advertising, nose tweaks and derision.

This is aimed at the prick of our sarissa.  Paratroopers, Marines, the SPECFOR attack dogs...  You guys are the ones whom the jews sacrifice first.  So listen up. 

Your country has been commandeered by bolsheviks.  They infest us from the inner sanctum of our government and call it "classified" so they can hide from us.  Much of their energy is spent in subterfuge.  They change names and addresses frequently.  They are dug in like lice.  And put your friends on ice.  Knowing that it will rile you up and keep the fight going -- which ever one they drum up for the day.

Pick a war:  WWI, WWII, Korea, Vietnam, Desert Storm, Iraq, Afghanistan...  All jew-instigated wars for the benefit of jews.  You pay with all you got.  And they profit.

You pay with your limbs and lives.  You pay by the sweat of your brow and in taxes.  They tax you blind while charging eight dollars for a small bottle of laundry detergent at their swindling grocery stores.  The ones who sell you wilted carrots, rotten apples and rotten freezer corn.  Not because the corn got rotten somehow.  It was frozen that way.  They are getting you to "pay" for rotten produce at home.  Swindling your pants off.  America is practically bare-asst as I write.

So what do you think they've been doing with you guys in their fabricated wars?

For example, WWII was a big fat swindle.  The bolsheviks (just like their next iteration, the israelis) sold the lie to all the world that Germans murdered millions of jews in death camps.  When in fact it was the bolshevik jews who did exactly that to 66 million Christian Russians and Christian Ukrainians.  So when the blue-eyed Nazi's came tanking into Russia early in the war, they were welcomed with open arms as saviours and deliverers.  That was kept out of the news by the jews.

It has ever been a jewish tack to blame their own crimes on their victims or enemies.  A shtick.  A criminal modus operandi.  It was the jews who massacred the intelligentsia of Poland in the forest of Katyn.  Big mass grave.  And then blamed it on the Germans.  It was the jews who massacred Armenians and blamed it on the Turks.

It was the jews who engineered and committed  9/11, blaming it on fabricated terrorists of the Muslim stripe.  Thereby kicking off their panted-after wars against their Middle Eastern neighbors. 

Nothing they did in Iraq could stand the light of day.  So they threatened to kill independent journalists who tried to report on it.

Mazen Dana, the Reuters videographer, is an example of this.  In an article from Felicity Arbuthnot, Dana found U.S. troops covered in plastic bags in remote desert areas.  He put it on video.  A few days before his death of U.S. military bullets, Dana told his brother that he discovered a mass grave full of U.S. soldiers in Iraq.

So this begs the question of what really happened to all those Vietnam "MIA's."  "Missing in action" may be another way of saying "buried in a mass grave and forgotten."  Is it what you do when you don't want the folks back home to know how many were killed in action?  You could label them "missing in action" and bury them secretly for better war PR.

The kicker is how our military are brainwashed and duped enough to not only die for these jews, but to shoot journalists who are trying to report on how many of them die. 

"Missing in action" appears to be another jewish lie.  They don't want you to know how many of our soldiers die.  But they tell you every five minutes that Hitler killed six million jews. 

Hitler was a Catholic.  Do the spiritual math.  What Catholic soul wants to face down his Maker with the blood of six million on his hands?  That's something the jews conveniently gloss over.  Hitler was a God-fearing, Christian man.  His forces wore belt buckles inscribed with "Gott mit uns."  That's German for "God is with us."

Recall the painting of George Washington kneeling in the snow next to his horse.  He was praying the same prayer to the same God for the same reason.  Their Cause was just.  Their foe, the same.

Don't fall for the jewish blame game.  Ask yourself, "who were the British" that Paul Revere was warning his countrymen about?  Who was the wire-puller behind the Crown in 1775 that landed on these shores to make war on us?  Could it be the same wire-puller who financed the bolsheviks in Russia?  And Castro in Cuba?  And writes the lies in all your papers?

So what?

So the Iranians shot down a drone.  So what?  There's no pilot in them.  That cowardly son-of-a-bitch is sitting at a desk somewhere.  Flying his video game from a keyboard.

Americans should follow suit if they want any privacy.  Our skies are peppered with surveillance drones.  And have been for years.  Tilt your binoculars up for a change.  Some of these things are wingless and try to pass for stars.  During the day they dodge and duck into clouds when you're glassing them.  They have the same telephoto sensors on them as other nefarious aircraft.

While you're watching TV, your commie government is watching you from a low-orbit platform (google Sky Mouse S. H. Pearson)

So hip-hip for Iran.  The zionist picadors are pricking at Iran, trying to kick-off another war.  Like they hunt and harass American journalists who publish the "real news."  Predictable provocations of the jews.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/11/09/iran-fired-on-drone-us-violated-airspace_n_2100446.html?icid=maing-grid7%7Cmaing5%7Cdl1%7Csec1_lnk3%26pLid%3D232391

Formulaic

The following is "what I believe."  And is worth your digestion.

The wacko shooters in our recent past all bear a formulaic shtick.  They come busting into some crowded place and open fire.  Then claim to be insane or get suddenly dead (we are told by the jewish news media but have no proof that they are, in fact, dead).  Let us put into this mix the lurid blood bath freaks who hit, run and get away with it.  And the "lone nut" stalkers.  Some of these guys were just decoys.  Not the real boys.

Amazing how fast some of these names slip out of your memories, no?  And how some of them are a flashbulb memory:

Sirhan Sirhan, David Chapman, James Holmes (yeah right), Lee Harvey Oswald, Seung-Hui Cho, Derrick Bird, John Patrick Bedell, Jed R. Waits, Roger Troy, University of Alabama female "gunman" (12 Feb 2010),  the Pastor Carol Daniels kill squad (2009), Tate/LaBianca kill squad (1969), Terry J. Sedlacek shot a preacher (2009), Robert Stewart opened fire in a nursing home (2009),  trailer park kill squad in Brunswick, Georgia (eight murdered in 2009), Alabama "gunman" kills ten on aimless rampage (Samson, 2009), two Virginia Tech students found slain in forest (2009), Kuwait 2009 -- incendiary bomb in a Muslim wedding tent (35 women, six children).

Boy, 2009 was a bizzy year for the mystery kill squad.  This is what I call "domestic terrorism" if it happens in the USA.  And they dare accuse Christian traditionalists of being "potential domestic terrorists?"  Christian traditionalists don't have a single dead body to their name.  "By their fruits you shall know them."  Let this be said of our Muslim Brethren also.

In the recent case of womb'lings hacked to death and used as "terror" against Burmese Muslims by zionist-aligned buddhists -- that is an old shtick too.

According to my studies, the 6th prime minster of israel employed similar tactics during his rampages with the Stern Gang.  A month and some days before the inception of "israel the jewish state," Irgun terrorist Menachim Begin participated in ripping live babies from the wombs of Palestinians.  These unborn, murdered babies were used to traumatize remaining villagers of Deir Yassin, encouraging them to flee their homes.  That was in 1948.

Talk about a shtick -- in 2008 I read an article in the Miami Herald about then-recent Palestinian immigrants to Chile.  They were "stock formula" refugees.   The Herald quoted them, saying that they fled Palestine in terror of having seen their neighbors killed in front of them.  By "guess who?"  The Herald did not identify the killers.  They used pronouns throughout the text.  As if the local Cubans were too dense to figure it out.  Oh Herald, never underestimate the brilliance of a Cubano.  Nor the marksmanship.  El Presidio is still fresh on his mind.  And don't you commie bitches forget it.  According to the Miami Herald, Chile welcomed these terrorized Palestinian Muslims warmly.  Let this be another Jewel in our Crown.

Terrorism is a manipulation to get people to do what you want.  I have to quote the Protocols of the Learned Elders of Zion here, "Put a little blood in the streets, and people will do anything you want."  Keep in mind that it has ever been the shtick of a certain group to commit a crime and then point the finger at someone else -- often a false flag target.

Rill

You common, low-life trashy bastards.

Yeah.

I got a rill for you.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7AIE1vz90B0

Meth

Meth

            Can you believe that your computer’s dictionary gives the chemical formula for this stuff?  --  C ₆ H ₅ CH ₂ CH(CH ₃)NH(CH ₃) -- this from the same brotherhood who guards knowledge like the hounds of hell?

            Wikipedia writes as though this life-wrecking synthetic is a medicine used to “treat” undesirable conditions of the mind and body.  The Wiki goes on for miles in a “comprehensive” how-to.  How to make it and how to take it.  They go so far as to write how one can shove it up his *** for a longer lasting high.

            Yeah the Wiki is a piece of work.  Mister 9:11’s insidious, covert, sneaky, back-door defiler.  Teaching little kids how to say dirty words and be a kinky pervert by the time they hit middle school.  If they see a new word scrawled in the school bus dust, Wikipedia is sure to have a “comprehensive” how-to manual written about it.  Complete with instructional drawings.  Damn skippy.

            So let’s call the spade.  Crystal Meth Amphetamine is as much of a disease in our society as cell phone pornography.  One can walk through a cemetery and find friends not so old who just couldn’t leave the stuff alone.

            You recall John Belushi.  He was like that with cocaine.  And like cocaine, methamphetamine is a kick in the pants.  It can turn a couch-frump into a dynamo in one snort.  Playing on one’s ego.  Sudden life-of-the-party. 

            The phenomenon is short-lived, however.  Hard and fast wrecking ball to health.  Priceless, precious health.  Who doesn’t value it?  Who doesn’t want it?  Healthy people don’t need doctors.  Think about it.  Healthy people feel good and enjoy natural energy.  They got a Colgate smile.  Pink, firm gums.  Strong choppers.  Dense bones.  They feel “tremblingly alive.”

            Instead of building you up, speed breaks you down.  Hey bozo – I don’t have to tell you to wake up do I?  You’re speeding. 

            LSD is speed-based.  Will keep you wide-awake for 24 hours.  They put poison in it to make you see things that are not there.  Arsenic.  The operative for hallucinations is poison.  That is why peyote buds and jimson weed make you see things that are not there.  They are poison plants. 

            Poison on this side of “lethal dose” will make you hallucinate before it kills you – which it eventually does.  The brain, which interprets ocular stimuli, begins to malfunction something fierce.  Which makes me question what is currently going on in “nursing homes.”  I go walking down the halls and am clasped by people in wheel chairs who tell me things like, “there’s a man sitting on my lap and he won’t go away.”  What kind of daily drugs are they feeding these people?  I asked a nurse sitting behind a nearby desk and she nervously told me that they were not allowed to discuss medications.  I bet they aren’t.  Medicine is now a secret.  Why do you think that is?  They call it “HIPAA.”

            Yeah drugs are a scourge.  Any of them we take for “medical” purposes come with side-effects.  Sometimes the side-effects outweigh the benefits.  Drugs are not natural. 

            In our fabulous bodies the Engineer designed an endocrine system.  A natural pharmacy of glandular secretions that port into the bloodstream whatever the body needs at the moment.  Adrenaline, endorphins, estrogen, testosterone…

            During the nubile years of a woman, for example, hormones dictate much of her physical function and behaviour.  To rise above these monthly rhythms, supernatural intervention is required.  Hence the difference between a Holy Sister and a home-wrecker.  Or a Holy Sister and that Mossad skank who seduced and murdered Mr. Hamas.

            Synthetic speed and the opium poppy should not be clumped together.  I believe the Chief made opium poppies for Navy Corpsmen.  For when Marines step on booby-trapped Howitzer shells.  Or false-flag bucket bombs.  Aye,  Mr. Nettanyahoo? 

            “I believe” that the same sons-of-bitches who keep marijuana illegal are the men behind crystal methamphetamine.  And every bottle of hard stuff distilled.  The same satanic bastards who fly heroin and cocaine over here by the tanker loads.

            “I believe” these men are part of the 9:11 collective.  All part of the swarm of locusts that produce movies like Spun.  A cultish youth flick glamourizing  methamphetamine.  How sexy it is.  How swank and happenin’ it is.  How if you abuse this drug, you too can be swank and sexy.  And if you decide to become a meth cook, you’ll be an all American hero like Mickey Roarke in his cowboy hat.  Built like a brick shit-house, fearless and seminal. 

            Oh boy. Now quick – everybody run out and start making this stuff so you can make a fortune and be a desirable chick-magnet like the ageless, cosmetically-enhanced Mickey Roarke. 

            If you check the stats, you will find that after this movie (Spun) hit the streets, crystal meth took off like a rocket.  Particularly among the unlettered, low income folks.

            

            Whoever wrote the script to this movie should be burned at the stake Catholic-style.  Like every man who had a hand in 9/11.  Along with every stick of israeli terrorism since their counterfeit inception.  Hanging is reserved for lesser criminals, you sons-of-jackals.

Che

Che

I am convinced the reason Mr. 9:11 snuffed "Che" is because he was too good a commie.  And "intellectual" enough to be a threat.  Guevara actually believed the commie creed.  A crusader for the "cause."  I think he was a purist and suffered a love for the peasant.  He bought the jewish ruse that is communism.

Guevara took their ball and ran with it.  Well oops.  He didn't know that communism is a "bait and switch."  The schemers focus on the poor and uneducated.  They promise them utopia and the moon.  While fanning the flames of rage against their betters.  Right before a communist revolution they anthem and shout "liberty, freedom, fraternity, equality, justice" and the like.  The poverty-stricken, ignorant wretches snap it up like sucker minnows.  Clueless of their impending fate.  By the time they smell blood, it's too late.  Gotchyaa.  Suckers!

Che was one of the suckers in that he believed the commie shit.  Little did he know that communism is a jewish supremacy plot.  He wasn't a jew.  So do the math.  The marxist agenda is jewish world domination.  In communism, whoever is not a jew is either a slave or dead.

Fidel Castro is jewish.

Che was a rebel with a cause.  Too young and impetuous to "be still and know that I am God."  Caught up in his sap and fury.  The proof in this pudding is a photo of him hobnobbing with doofus existentialist philosopher Jean-Paul Sartre and his “la feminista” squeeze, Simone de Beauvoir (The Second Sex in two volumes, makes being a woman read like a disease, bitch please).  Che was barking up all the predictable trees.  Woof.

Exhibiting a familiar stamp on his murder, they still use his photograph to advance communism world-wide.  Advertising is their forte.  “They” – the collective of whom I speak, is personified as “Mr. 9:11.” 

They are a swarm of locusts with no leader; yet move upon their targets in unison.  They will make short work of your crops with their aerosol haze.  And turn a land-owning farmer into a share-cropper over night.

Like they use Jim Morrison’s photograph to advance alcoholism and skirt-chasing.  And Marilyn Monroe’s to push flesh-bartering in women.  Ever the wily subverter.

Ever the hawker, Mr. 9:11 knows that nothing sells like sex, death and beauty.  So in Che, Jim and Marilyn he gets killer advertising.

I cite these three, using Guevara as a springboard, because I believe that people are often murdered for advertising and “news-writing” purposes.  Mr. 9:11 prides himself at how many birds he can kill with one stone.  In Guevara he gets a rival out of the way and a commie poster-boy to boot.

During my journalism studies, I read about a “news writer” who stormed into his office one morning, exclaiming how he longed for a train-wreck or some other calamity that he could write about.  Case-in-point.

When young beautiful people die, it’s news.  If they are commie revolutionaries, rock stars or movie stars, it’s even bigger news.  Mr. 9:11’s media chimera can then spring into action.  Rake in the cash while spreading his fungus that much farther.  Exemplifying how he likes to get two birds with one stone (Michael Jackson, hint-hint...)

With jewish celebrities, it would not surprise me if their deaths were staged and we can now find them at a villa in Costa Rica.

In the case of Jim Morrison, between benders he was given to doing his own thinking.  I believe this put him on the “marked for deletion” list.  As the son of a Navy admiral, he was offered a good education and actually read the text.  This forces one to think analytically.  He gets used to doing his own homework.  Develops study habits and et cetera.  The same can be said of Che Guevara.

Hence the present campaign to dumb down the masses with television and low-brow gossip rags.  Think of TV and magazines as one fish for dinner.  And a formal education as the tackle box and fishing pole.

Jim and Che knew how to fish.  But were young enough to snap up jewish ruses like "free love and communisim."  Haa.  Have you checked the stamps they're handing out at the post office lately?  It's wake up time -- big time.