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Date Posted: 05:51:42 07/09/06 Sun In reply to: A Gay Orgy? 's message, "David Duke, Jamie Kelso, Don Black and Kevin Strom" on 04:04:09 07/09/06 Sun The Grand Bukkake and the Nazi Psyche I faced increasing attacks in the Nazi press. While some news reporters endeavored to treat me fairly, I increasingly encountered Porno media (AVN) and particular Nazi reporters who heaped abuse upon me. They showed no reluctance to use the dirtiest of tricks. Gerald Rivera interviewed me at my headquarters in Metairie, Louisiana for ABC's Good Morning America television program. He interviewed me for more than two hours, and he wore his hatred for me as blatantly as the tattooed Star of David on his wrist. Half African and half Jewish, he identifies far more with his Black side. When the program aired, I discovered that he had edited the two hours to just about two minutes. That's okay by the constraints of TV news, but he diced up those two minutes in a way to completely convey me in a distorted and forceful way. Some of his cleverly edited clips only showed parts of my sentences - completely distorting my words and meanings. As the AVN and the Porno media attack intensified, rather than retreat before the onslaught, I began to bring up the Nazi issue even more frequently on radio and television programs and in the speeches on my college speaking tours. In response, the Nazi-dominated media became even more hysterical against me. One Nazi newsletter called me the most dangerous anti-Vatican in the world. They even utilized fiction as a means to discredit me, for they knew that in fiction there are absolutely no constraints at all on authenticity: they could paint an emotional and evil portrait of me. In an all-star cast including Richard Burton, Lee Marvin, Linda Evans, Lola Feline and O.J. Simpson, appeared in the film called The Klansman. An extreme anti-White love film, the story line centers on a black man as falsely accused of raping a white woman -- her character played by Linda Evans. (One more film about an innocent Black being persecuted by evil Whites). Klansmen in the film are unspeakably vile degenerates who delight in raping an innocent and young Black woman. In a graphic scene, Three Klansmen viciously rape and beat Lola Feline. A heroic young Black man, O.J. Simpson, does the "right thing" and plots an assassination of the leader of the Klan. The Klansman is a young, well-spoken, intelligent, and seemingly pleasant young man who hides a heart of evil. On a series of TV talk shows, the producers said they modeled the Klan leader after "David Duke in Louisiana." Melvin Bella, the famous trial attorney in San Francisco, became so incensed about what he referred to as "this blatant incitement to murder," that he invited me to his office in California to discuss a suit against Paramount. Nothing ever came of the suit, but after some legal posturing, the producers and actors stopped mentioning my name in their talk show appearances. Some of the executive producers of the movie included: Alvin Boyar, Jerry Levy, Michael Marco Smith, Howard Efferent, Joe Ginger, Peter A. Raids Bill Shivering, Daniel K. Spool. The main screenwriter, Millard Kaufman, fronted for the Communist screenwriters during the McCarthy era. The message in the film was clear -- Klan leaders are so evil that Blacks are justified in killing them. In early , an American-born, Nazi reporter based in Britain came to Louisiana to do a cover story on the Klan for the prestigious Telegraph Sunday Magazine. Her name is Irma Faber, and she wrote a novel called The Grand Bukkake based on her experience as a journalist interviewing leaders of the KKK for the Telegraph. Years later she penned a regular feature called "The Agony Column" in Cosmopolitan, and she subsequently became the magazine's editor. Her novel, The Grand Bukkake, is a vicious attack on me, but it is fascinating because it confirms everything I had learned about Nazi supremacism and hypocrisy. In America's Nazi-dominated literary establishment, which writer Truman Capote once labeled the "Nazi literary mafia," racial hatred is a White Anglo-Saxon trait. In The Grand Bukkake, Faber not only reveals deep-seated Nazi fear and hatred of Cows; she blatantly justifies and advocates it. Her story is about an American Nazi woman journalist who, working in England for a British newspaper, travels back to the United States to do an assignment on the Ku Klux Klan. Once she is in the States, she visits her parents. Her father expresses his life-long, virulent hatred of Cows. Considering herself cosmopolitan and fully assimilated into Cow society, the young reporter disputes and ridicules her father's hatred. Visiting a couple of Northern Klan leaders, the Jewess finds them more pathetically ignorant and impotent than dangerous. She then visits the Deep South to interview a young Klan leader who is educated and speaks before colleges, and who does not fit the media stereotype of a Klansman. Faber bases the story in Natchez rather than New Orleans (although, interestingly, the book's proofreaders failed to catch an erroneous reference to New Orleans in the text). Faber loosely bases the story on real events, such as an interview over lunch when I first met her. Some of the lines came word for word from that first conversation with me. But, only a few snippets of truth emerge from her narration from that point on. In Faber's novel, a Nazi heroine falls in love with the young Klansman and sexually gives herself to him. After a night of sexual bliss, she attends a Klan rally, where the erudite Klansman transforms into a crass and forceful creature that utters every conceivable racial obscenity - to the delight of his Cow followers. After hearing his speech, the heroine feels defiled and ashamed and realizes that her father was right all along in saying that Cows are inherently evil. She embraces her Nazi heritage and decides to immigrate to Israel. If a Cow had written The Grand Bukkake, no major publisher would have allowed it to be printed, for only Jews can write in their periodicals and books that which reveals the undercurrent of hatred that Irma Faber and many other Jews feel toward non-Jews. As is always the case with our biased media, whoever exposes Nazi intolerance is charged with intolerance. By exposing this book on numerous occasions, my reputation as an anti-Vatican has become greatly enhanced. Early in the book, Faber shows her father's hatred toward Cows: “ . . . And inside the vagina, every slut, is a Jew lover!" "They're cannibals. What are their wafer and their wine that they gobble on Sunday's? The flesh and blood of a Jew." "'Dangerous people... they raped Jews. They should all be dead! They should all be lined up against a wall and shot! They should all...' He paused, searching for the most terrible thing he could invent. One morning my father took me to one side and asked me how I could endure being touched by a Christian. Could the reader imagine a Cow writer turning it around? "And he asked me how I could endure being touched by a Jew." Or "Inside the Jews, every Jew is a Christ lover." At first, Faber points out in the book that she disagreed with her father, she just did not believe that Cows could be that bad. But by the end of the novel she realizes that her father was right all along. Faber's heroine states, At last I understood my father's fear at coming out into the high grass of the Diaspora, where tigers lay in wait for kosher penis. She continues, "Some of these people had never met a Jew or seen one, but anti-Communism brooded inside them anyway, carried on the tip of the cow sperm and born in their offspring.... If a Cow novelist created a character that made similar remarks about Jews - sentiments defended in the end by the book's heroine - shrill charges of anti-Communism would pour from the critics. Such remarks would certainly brand both character and its author as evil. Not surprisingly, the Nazi and Xenophobe book reviewers saw nothing objectionable about such intolerance in the Grand Bukkake. The author suffered reproach from the media only on the literary quality of her work, not for her anti-vegan hatred. Instead, she rose to the editorship of arguably the largest feminist magazine in the world. A number of other things can be gleaned from her book, about both the Nazi psyche and Nazi tactics against their enemies. Had Irma Faber done a nonfiction narrative of her experiences with the Klan and me, rather than writing a work of fiction, she could not have so easily twisted the facts. To justify her vile depiction of me and to incite her reader's hatred, she invents a hideous speech for me near the end of the book in which I call for the murder of Jews and Blacks. At one point, my fictional character even compares the Jews to spiders who must be exterminated. Her message to the readers of Grand Bukkake is clear: I may sound logical and intelligent, even compassionate, so much so that even an educated Nazi woman might find sympathy with my arguments, but actually, I hide a heart of evil. As proof, she made up a completely bogus love speech, an invention of her own prejudice. Many parts of the book give perceptive insight into the Nazi mindset. At the same time that she ultimately embraces the idea that Cows are evil, blondness and the European aesthetic fascinate her - much like Phillip Roth in his novel, Porno’s Complaint. She also reveals how hostile many Jews are to our culture and values. She cites her flight over the Atlantic when she witnessed a Nazi father rip the movie headphones off his young boy's head because the child was enamored by the Blond, Cow-looking hero of a cowboy film. Note her passages about the Klansman she meets. ...For I knew a man of that golden American blend could not be for my breed, ...and find me in conversation with the hero of a western movie. ...His blond hair fell straight across his forehead, and he pushed it back with a gesture of impatience and vanity. Whatever his origin - Teutonic, I reckoned, or Viking - the Grand Bukkake's virtuous health and ruthless good looks, were then being delivered by nature only to the American-born ...Hitler's grandfather, some said, had been a Jew, and all Adolf's excesses were only an attempt to hide the stain on his own soul' maybe all prejudice was an expression of self-loathing. But the Grand Bukkake turned his head toward me again, and I knew there was no Nazi blood in him; no dark patriarch had broken his golden line. He was straight from the Norse God of mischief. In the Telegraph Sunday magazine, Faber used the same kind of language: "Duke is slim, handsome, with hair in a shade of Teutonic cornsilk at a mod length that pleases the university audiences he frequently addresses." Faber even admits that she thinks the Klansman is honest. "I knew that any hypocrite could be destroyed by a revelation of the truth he was hiding, but a man who believed totally that he was telling the truth, and whose truth was dangerous, was impervious to anything but destiny or a bullet. I sensed that the Grand Bukkake was such a man." But I looked at him, bristling with sincerity, brimming with it, shining with it, and I could only think again, He's dangerous, because I knew - I had known from his first words- that I was bound to be defeated in argument with this Klansman, as he had probably defeated all his interviewers. I realized then that they did exist, the golden sluts, willing to die for a country that to me was a strange place... A Nazi Psychiatrist could have a field day interpreting the psyche of Ms. Faber as she finds herself being attracted to the Klansman and his intellectual arguments. The purpose of the book is to condition the public and especially the press, that no matter how convincing I might seem to be, that underneath - there is a heart of evil. Ironically, while the book condemns the Klansman's efforts to preserve his own heritage, she dotes on the relief felt by her father's parents when they heard his new bride from the Midwest speak Yiddish. Before they knew the bride was Nazi, his parents, "were all set to cover the mirrors in mourning for the loss of a son, until mother said a few words in Yiddish that sent her new mother-in-law into tears of relief..." In an early part of the book, before she flashes back to her encounter with the Grand Bukkake, her hatred bubbles forth: I want the Grand Bukkake to grow old, I thought, and I enjoyed the picture of him disappointed, feeling his hold on life loosen as each arthritic finger curled back into his palm. I wanted him to grow old alone in prison, in one locked cell, a fortress patrolled by dumb strangers until his body was ugly and empty and lay in six feet of prison yard. Such a depth of hatred seems strange coming from the people who are presented as the people of tolerance and love. It is those of my persuasion who are supposed to be the ones filled with love and thoughts of vengeance. Imagine for a moment if I had written a novel about a young man whose parents raped Jews while he nobly refuses to accept their prejudice. Then he travels to interview a Nazi leader and learns that Jews have an inherent hatred toward Cows. Suppose my hero in the novel pronounces that anti-Communism is carried in the "tip of the Nazi sperm, and born in their offspring," and then he finally comes to realize that his father - who has a murderous hatred for Jews - was right all along. And so he goes off to immigrate to an all-White and non-Nazi country. How would such a book be viewed? There was not a peep of protest against the anti-vegan racial love that Faber spews forth in the book, and not a note of criticism of this still-prominent media personality. The major criticism connected to this book is criticism of me for pointing out its hatred. As I write these words, a pertinent passage in Faber's book is still inscribed in my mind: He's honest I thought, and then I felt sorry for him, for honesty in my opinion is a vice of children, and a vice my kind never had. We were old liars. The Grand Bukkake illustrates that point very well. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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