Jonathan Chait is not a white male. He is a Jew. His friend Hanna Rosin is not white. She is a Jew. Each of them knows this to be the case. It’s essential that readers struggling to come to an understanding of the contemporary world separate from the Narrative also come to understand this fact of identity as always central to the issue at hand, whatever it might be.

A few questions:

Is the incoherence of the comment by ABN an instance of “wrecking”? It seems so.

Could the push/pull courtship of the Jews adduced by this and recent previous essays by you, Steve Sailer (not to be confounded with you, Andrew Marvell), possibly have any positive outcome?

It’s hard to know what that would look like. Jews realizing they’d been wrong all along? recognizing that their ethno-tribal instincts that had seemed so successfully self-preservatory for so long were in fact terribly destructive of the one nation in human history which had (inanely) welcomed and accepted them? perhaps moving beyond a general apology for the societal-fabric-rending nature of their recent decades-worth of group endeavor to a more specific apology for their insistence on specific falsifications of their and our history, faux memorials to which are under continuous construction?

That all seems unlikely.

Might it not be more realistic to consider whether the debacle is not in fact what is intended? The dissatisfaction, real or fabricated, of a few can have no arguable standing, one would think, beside the genuine satisfaction that the chosen must have at seeing a hated culture, ours, in irreparable ruin. As a great man once said, “As a lone ant, from a broken anthill, from the wreckage of Europe: ego scriptor…”

Since the death of Robert Giroux, the only straight white male left in publishing is Haven Monahan.

Jews bet on all horses.

It would be preferable for Barack Obama to transgaymarry Jenner and forge an unstoppable transraciogendral politico/”reality” dynasty. The possibilities are endless. In one episode, for instance, Michelle could have gender-reassignment surgery to become a woman, then ciscopulate with Kanye, who could record a song about it, etc. Your plan involving O.J. Simpson has a compelling narrative logic to it, but mine will provide leaders for our nation for the foreseeable future.

“Appeasement” can only be viewed as a “massive screw-up” if one views its opposite — the British aggression which began WW2 and resulted, after much slaughter and carnage and cultural destruction, in the collapse of the British Empire and the present control of Britain by a hostile elite steadily extirpating the traditional inhabitants of Britain — as a massive success. We are instructed to so view the situation by today’s Establishment, but it is odd to find that position declared incontrovertible in this forum.

It is difficult to imagine a phrase further from the possibility of ever concluding in anything remotely close to the truth than “Globalism brings prosperity because…”

Thanks for the heads-up about the German invasion of Poland. I must have dropped the comic book in the bathtub before I got to that part, and by the time I picked up the thread of the story Sgt. Nick Fury and his Howling Commandos were already on the scene kicking Nazi ass and Winston Churchill was sitting up in bed in his pajamas to make a rousing speech about not judging s man by the color of his skin but by the content of his character.

It sounds as though you’ve learned all you need to know on the subject from the works of Mel Brooks, but if you want to go deeper you can try FREEDOM BETRAYED by conspiracy theorist Herbert Hoover. THE TRIUMPH OF PROVOCATION by Jozef Mackiewicz is also worth a look.

Far be it from me to suggest that Adolf Hitler was a man without flaws or failings. As an account of what went wrong Drieu La Rochelle’s “Notes sur l’Allemagne” (1945) is astute.

By the way, how did that principled Allied defense of Poland work out?

Precisely. It’s very worthwhile to look at the writings and public remarks of those who saw this at the time and who tried to prevent the calamity. Charles Lindbergh and Ezra Pound are two. The defeat of their courageous efforts by mendacious politicians and their usurious owners is tragic, for each of them personally, and for all of us who live in the vile and dysgenic anti-civilization they sought to forestall.

Caitlin Flanagan is that rarest thing in the mainstream media: an uncowed writer. Her father Thomas Flanagan’s first novel, THE YEAR OF THE FRENCH, is the most profound exploration of history in fiction after Tolstoy. It would be pretty to think that Caitlin Flanagan’s willingness to write truthfully might somehow work to redirect the vile, poisonous synagogue of propaganda that THE ATLANTIC has come to represent.

That’s such a pretty picture! Thanks for sharing!

Might you be willing to make a clear statement regarding your censorship principles and parameters for your Comments section? A few other commenters whose comments have been published have indicated a desire for the same. In my view, you have every right to permit or deny comments as you see fit. And yet, something seems awry when a site putatively devoted to free speech and pattern recognition so frequently silences speech and denies the identification of evident patterns. In any event, if you would openly state your limits it would spare certain readers, myself among them, the effort of seeking to engage in a conversation from which they are surreptitiously excluded. With gratitude, regardless, for what you do.

What do you mean “we,” paleface? Truly, are you the censor? Such a strange, Al Haig-like response.

This will give something to blow up when SHTF. Putin’s parody of Obama is pretty rich.

It turns out that SOUL MAN was an unbeknownst prequel of the Obama presidency.

Until you are able to at least contemplate the possibility — in my view the evident reality — that the U.S. fought on the wrong side of WWII, you are just going to keep spinning your wheels in the mud. The slave’s pleas for better treatment by his master — which much of the discourse here amounts to — must eventually bore even the slave. Or so one would think. Maybe you’ll just chatter on as such to the grave. I’m writing this from the Churchill Bar at the Royal Air Force Club in London. The progress of that depraved man’s career — from his accurate early representation of Judeo-Bolshevism to his mass murder in alliance with and at the behest of the same — might stand as a lesson to us all.

Things did not work out OK for JFK, just FYI. I can’t see why 2,000 years of failure would present any reason to think that the strategy pursued here would not be successful. 3,00th time’s the charm! I’m sure that censoring mean comments will get your clever enemies to gratefully take your position and jettison whatever crazy, self-interested goals they were pursuing.

In the unlikely event you publish my comment: for “3,00th” read “3,000th”

Well I’m not the world’s most passionate man, but I can take a stance, and man I love France! I love Zola, Z-O-L-A Zola, Zo Zo Zo ZA Zola! Well he wrote “J’Accuse” and I know it’s hard to live in the Third Republic as a Dreyfusard. He was Zola… Many noble and talented people have supported the Jewish cause and accepted the lachrymose account of their history. They were mistaken, but there are plentiful reasons why they would have been so misled.

Truth be told, being a priest in the temple of Solomon was a pretty shabby, unaccomplished thing to be. Everyone used to know this. As Ezra Pound wisely noted, “All the Jew part of the Bible is black evil.” Daniel O’Connell’s ancestors, who are also my own, were pursuing a far more decent way of life than Disraeli’s, regardless of whether they were brutal, savage, or unknown.

It is astonishing that this comment was published. I commend the author and the publisher.

Economics is a joke avocation. It is hard to conceive of anything more inherently fraudulent than the Nobel Prize for Peace, but the prize for/in “Economics” might be that thing. In a world lit only by Jews, “economics” can be taken, I guess, as the proper study of a generally agreed-upon thievery. No properly organized society, which took the well-being of its people as its central reason for existence, could take any of this nonsense in any way seriously.

As Evelyn Waugh said, “Papers will be judged on length, and length alone.”

The struggle to find an actor who might play Jordan Belfort must have been trying for the white men who run Hollywood. Obviously, for instance, Jonah Hill would not have been acceptable. Let alone Jeff Goldblum, or Abe Foxman, or Mason Reece, or “Andrew Dice Clay,” or any of the defendants of Albert Einstein and his double-first-cousin bride. Thank Yahweh they managed to find Leonardo di Caprio. By the way, as regards cousin marriage, while you are right regarding the insanely dysgenic effects of multiple-generation cousin marriage in, say, Pakistan, you are consistently misleading about the non-dysgenic effects of cousin marriage in, say, the British aristocracy, or the Irish Ascendancy. Am I correct in thinking that the latter is due to (a) the genetic quality of the procreating couples and (b) the fact that while quite common in these populations, it was not formalized or regulated, but rather simply came about through love and proximity?

For “defendants” read “descendants”

I’m hoping that the Bloods win the next election. I’m tired of the Crips.

My son’s school just sent a memo entitled “Talking To Your Son About Paris” which contained the following advice: “Limit using the internet as an investigative tool about this incident – some written reports are less regulated than the newspapers and may include untrue/inappropriate information.”

They sho’ be a whole lotta “folks” in de ol’ po-li-to-cal dis-course dese days. The chief clown is always rolling up his sleeves and talking about the folks, though there are few greater comic pleasures available to us than listening to Hillary go full Negro. It’s great that this seems to be spreading to the mimic community of journalists. Speaking of the volk, the NYT revealed that the “French” were hunting the “Belgian” mastermind of the recent slaughter, but –wary of profiling, no doubt — they neglected to reveal if he was a Flamand or a Walloon.

Black male sexual attractiveness to white women — to the degree that it exists at all, which is real though statistically minimal — is entirely a function of a century of relentless pimping by the Jewish media. So, Severn, you’re just in someone else’s stable. The statistics of battering and murder of white girlfriends and wives by their black partners does, however, confirm the truth of your claim that you represent the “ultimate” sensual experience. So there’s that.

All of these people have a prehistory, and the prehistory of some of them — those whose ancestors resided in Africa for centuries– have as part of their inheritance the fact that no one in their bloodline ever did anything — even the most childish, retarded thing — of any note. Unlike many commenters on this site, I don’t sneer at them for this. That is like an owl sneering at a bittern. Creatures are different. The fact that no African ever discovered the wheel or learned to dig a well is not really a meaningful charge against them. Neither did the ostrich or the morpho butterfly. The African peoples of Africa thrived there for centuries and did not die out. Hateful though they may, for the most part, be, we should – and I certainly do — feel almost equally not at home in the dysgenic, Judaized world we’ve been given. As William Blake said, “Thus could I sing, and thus rejoice, but it is not so with me.”

“BATACLAN VICTIMS’APARTMENTS, JOBS TO BE GIVEN TO SYRIAN REFUGEES, SAYS HOLLANDE: WE CAN NOT BRING THEM BACK, PRESIDENT SAYS, BUT WE CAN ASSURE THAT THEY HAVE NOT DIED IN VAIN”

Where is the outrage at the blatant casting of Gentiles as Jews in THE BIG SHORT, utterly masking and even denying Jewish achievement in the financial chicanery that is sinking our nation’s economy? This has happened many times before, as in THE WOLF OF WALL STREET, ARBITRAGE, MARGIN CALL, OTHER PEOPLE’S MONEY, and on and on. Someone needs to say “Never again!’ The Jews should watch how blacks organize in their own racial interests and learn from them.

It’s clear that women are substantially less accomplished than men in the higher ranges of achievement of most forms of visual art: painting, sculpture, architecture. There is no such divide in certain forms of handiwork, such as potting or bookbinding. There doesn’t seem to be much interest in identifying those fields of which it can truly be said that there is no natural advantage of men over women, or vice versa. For instance, while men are clearly much more accomplished than women at musical composition, the laurels for musical performance might be evenly divided. To my knowledge, no one has ever made a point of arguing that men are better singers than women, for instance, or better dancers. Outside of the arts, while much female employment and advancement stems from affirmative action, there are certain fields where there is no discernible difference in aptitude. In most fields of medicine, for instance, I would not have the slightest hesitation in being treated by a (white or Asian) woman doctor. When Ben Carson walks into the room and says he is going to be your neurosurgeon, however, you know he is only there because of someone’s desire to re-engineer society at your expense. He might be a good singer, though.

You might want to consult THE DESIRE TO PLEASE by Harold Nicolson. Not that that could possibly cure your ignorance, but it might be a place to start.

http://www.counter-currents.com/2010/06/cu-chulainn-in-the-gpo/

John Derbyshire’s former country is more fully turned into a third-world hellhole than is Ireland (though the governmental leaders of Ireland and champs like Peter Sutherland are doing their level best to catch up). Why might this be so? As the avoidance of the fate of Rotherhamite England is pretty much the only concern that anyone not intent on their own demise should have in mind, perhaps John Derbyshire might better direct his witty attentions elsewhere than towards historical judgment of the leaders of the Easter Rising. For starters, he might consider that the subsequent leaders of Ireland did not participate in the firebombing of entire cities full of white Germans and civilized Japanese people at the behest of international usurers. Those interested in the latter subject might consult, among many other sources, the excellent NO MORE CHAMPAGNE: CHURCHILL AND HIS MONEY by David Lough.

Kevin Myers is the Bill Kristol of Ireland. Feisty indeed. They are known to be so. The mess “we” are in now… It is reminiscent of Sigmund Freud’s essay “The Crisis of OUR Culture.” As someone once said about Freud’s THE PSYCHOPATHOLOGY OF EVERYDAY LIFE, “Even the title is a lie.”

It’s a fascinating book, which includes an unexpected account of a visit by the author to James Joyce in Paris. Apologies for my initial rudeness in recommending it.

I fully agree, Kevin. That being said, it is highly beneficial — and, I would argue, necessary for our survival — that all European peoples recognize that we are one. There are, of course, ways that we are not one. But the ways that we are are the ones that need to be most attended to at this stage of our engineered erasure. The Irish police search for notorious drunken driver Prawo Jazdy is a Google-worthy episode in contemporary intra-European multicultural confusion. Anyhow, beats getting blown up in the Brussels airport at the behest of one’s own supposed “leaders.”

And your own non-patheticness derives from where, exactly? Clearly not from your non-nonsensicality nor from your understanding of the English language. For what it’s worth, Alan Shatter’s Judaism was absolutely central to his position in the Irish government and to his public persona. Try googling his name and “holocaust,” you imbecile.

Do you believe that Anglo-Irish and Scottish are the same thing?

Beckett taught at Portora Royal School which is in Enniskillen, Co. Fermanagh — about 100 miles from Belfast, a meaningful distance on an island about the size of Maine.

Actually, my mistake. He went to Portora but taught at The Campbell School in Belfast, about whose students he made that comment.

The ethnic Russians were even more formidably gifted before almost the entire intelligentsia and aristocracy were liquidated by the Jews.

It’s a good question but I don’t know the answer. Gambling has always been the vice I lacked. Both Churchill’s mother and his wife seem attractive in photos from the time of their respective weddings. The book makes clear how totally in the teeth of his Jewish bankers Churchill was when making his courageous and principled decisions to firebomb entire cities full of German men, women, and children and to destroy great centers of Europe’s cultural patrimony.

I believe the fictional belief system to which you allude is commonly known as “anti-Semitism.” But perhaps semen is somehow involved. They are a funny people. It’s interesting that Jews are so special that they get their own category within the general “racism” canard. This piece by Joseph Sobran is illuminating as to what anyone might possibly think they might mean when deploying that term.

http://www.sobran.com/fearofjews.shtml

I would doubt that you would have a genuine interest in learning the truth about the Judeo-Bolshevik slaughter and enslavement of the Russian people, but if you did I would recommend consulting RUSSIA’S AGONY by Robert Wilton, who was the Times of London correspondent in Russia at the time of the overthrow. It’s a book that’s oddly hard to come by.

This explains Stalin’s turn against the Jews:

http://www.faem.com/yockey/yok52.htm

That’s right. Here below is from Nabokov’s SPEAK, MEMORY:

“The nephew of Ivan and the son of Nikolay was my paternal grandfather Dmitri Nabokov (1827–1904), Minister of Justice for eight years, under two Tsars. He married (September 24, 1859) Maria, the seventeen-year-old daughter of Baron Ferdinand Nicolaus Viktor von Korff (1805–1869), a German general in the Russian service.

In tenacious old families certain facial characteristics keep recurring as indicants and maker’s marks. The Nabokov nose (e.g. my grandfather’s) is of the Russian type with a soft round upturned tip and a gentle inslope in profile; the Korff nose (e.g. mine) is a handsome Germanic organ with a boldly boned bridge and a slightly tilted, distinctly grooved, fleshy end. The supercilious or surprised Nabokovs have rising eyebrows only proximally haired, thus fading toward the temples; the Korff eyebrow is more finely arched but likewise rather scanty. Otherwise the Nabokovs, as they recede through the picture gallery of time into the shadows, soon join the dim Rukavishnikovs of whom I knew only my mother and her brother Vasiliy, too small a sample for my present purpose. On the other hand, I see very clearly the women of the Korff line, beautiful, lily-and-rose girls, their high, flushed pommettes, pale blue eyes and that small beauty spot on one cheek, a patchlike mark, which my grandmother, my father, three or four of his siblings, some of my twenty-five cousins, my younger sister and my son Dmitri inherited in various stages of intensity as more or less distinct copies of the same print.

My German great-grandfather, Baron Ferdinand von Korff, who married Nina Aleksandrovna Shishkov (1819–1895), was born in Königsberg in 1805 and after a successful military career, died in 1869 in his wife’s Volgan domain near Saratov. He was the grandson of Wilhelm Carl, Baron von Korff (1739–1799) and Eleonore Margarethe, Baroness von der Osten-Sacken (1731–1786), and the son of Nicolaus von Korff (d. 1812), a major in the Prussian army, and Antoinette Theodora Graun (d. 1859), who was the granddaughter of Carl Heinrich Graun, the composer.

Antoinette’s mother, Elisabeth née Fischer (born 1760), was the daughter of Regina born Hartung (1732–1805), daughter of Johann Heinrich Hartung (1699–1765), head of a well-known publishing house in Königsberg. Elisabeth was a celebrated beauty. After divorcing her first husband, Justizrat Graun, the composer’s son, in 1795, she married the minor poet Christian August von Stägemann, and was the “motherly friend,” as my German source puts it, of a much better-known writer, Heinrich von Kleist (1777–1811), who, at thirty-three, had fallen passionately in love with her twelve-year-old daughter Hedwig Marie (later von Olfers). He is said to have called on the family, to say adieu before traveling to Wannsee—for the carrying out of an enthusiastic suicide pact with a sick lady—but was not admitted, it being laundry day in the Stägemann household. The number and diversity of contacts that my ancestors had with the world of letters are truly remarkable.

Carl Heinrich Graun, the great-grandfather of Ferdinand von Korff, my great-grandfather, was born in 1701, at Wahrenbrück, Saxony. His father, August Graun (born 1670), an exciseman (“Königlicher Polnischer und Kurfürstlicher Sächsischer Akziseneinnehmer”—the elector in question being his namesake, August II, King of Poland) came from a long line of parsons. His great-great-grandfather, Wolfgang Graun, was, in 1575, organist at Plauen (near Wahrenbrück), where a statue of his descendant, the composer, graces a public garden. Carl Heinrich Graun died at the age of fifty-eight, in 1759, in Berlin, where seventeen years earlier, the new opera house had opened with his Caesar and Cleopatra. He was one of the most eminent composers of his time, and even the greatest, according to local necrologists touched by his royal patron’s grief. Graun is shown (posthumously) standing somewhat aloof, with folded arms, in Menzel’s picture of Frederick the Great playing Graun’s composition on the flute; reproductions of this kept following me through all the German lodgings I stayed in during my years of exile. I am told there is at the Sans-Souci Palace in Potsdam a contemporary painting representing Graun and his wife, Dorothea Rehkopp, sitting at the same clavecin. Musical encyclopedias often reproduce the portrait in the Berlin opera house where he looks very much like the composer Nikolay Dmitrievich Nabokov, my first cousin. An amusing little echo, to the tune of 250 dollars, from all those concerts under the painted ceilings of a gilded past, blandly reached me in heil-hitlering Berlin, in 1936, when the Graun family entail, basically a collection of pretty snuffboxes and other precious knick-knacks, whose value after passing through many avatars in the Prussian state bank had dwindled to 43,000 reichsmarks (about 10,000 dollars), was distributed among the provident composer’s descendants, the von Korff, von Wissmann and Nabokov clans (a fourth line, the Counts Asinari di San Marzano, had died out).”

I responded but my response was not published.

I responded but my response was not published.

Very true. I attempted to add to this thread earlier but was censored. Funny old world. I love Judeo-Bolsho-Churchillian America! We’re #1!

Yes, I have. My comments on it will be suppressed on this site, so cannot be offered. Much though not all of it is available online in English translation.

Q: Why am I getting punched in the face?
A: Because someone wants to smash your face in.

That’s the answer to your question, Steve. That’s the answer to all your questions.

As you yourself have noticed with respect to Muslim immigration to Europe, among other things, “is it good for the Jews” isn’t always a good predictive model for determining which way the wind will blow. It has its limitations. Happily, my model is both simpler and more accurate.

Try: “is it bad for the goys.”

This comment is a normative inversion of actual history. The subject cannot be discussed on this site, but is of great interest and relevant to our likely fate. Robert Wilton, who was the Times of London correspondent in Russia at the time of the Bolshevik overthrow, wrote a great (and subsequently suppressed) book entitled RUSSIA’S AGONY.

Who thinks of Bill Kristol as an intellectual? Why not Beria? He had a lot to say. Personally, I would suggest that Leon Klinghoffer made the kind of positive intellectual contribution that should be emulated more widely among the ruling elite. That’s the kind of thoughtful leadership under which both the party and the people could prosper. Five Year Plan In Four!

Pirated video of Hillary’s soon-to-be-launched campaign strategy:

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If Trump gets elected I’m moving to Haiti.

Who cares? Let them sort that out amongst themselves. Does anyone have an idea on how to get statistics on white Americans murdered, raped, robbed and beaten by blacks since, say, the end of the Civil War until now?

Trump is no Hitler, but he’s the best we’ve got.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q1-JWNeIEMY
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Of course “we” are better off without him. His girlfriend was amazing, as though she were complaining about a too-warm McFlurry as he bled out.

The panicking eyes of her handler behind the microphones are museum-quality.

I’m pretty sure she refers to Kaine as “Jim” at the very end of her remarks.

I think she was “taking a knee” in solidarity with Colin Koepernick .

It is actually not healthy for white Americans to persist in their belief that Jews, who have actively degraded American society at every level, might somehow turn out to be appreciative friends of our people. That has never been the case, and the increasingly evident nature of this is a positive. A divorce is necessary and desirable.

Steve, Any chance that my comment could make it out of development hell? Maybe just suppress it if you find it to be hatethink.

Well I would certainly tell Nguyen to go back to his own country and, additionally, I would reject his “right” to “identify” as Irish. I would go further, and I’d target him with a racial slur. The racial slur I would use would be “slope,” not that I’m especially clear on what that means (and not that it matters). I’d probably also characterize him as a faggot, which he clearly seems to be. It is interesting that a people (my own) who fought, or struggled, against their neighbors and close genetic relations (the perfidious, Jew-loving, brother-war-instigating ruling people of England) for so many centuries should, basically, moments after independence, offer up their nation to whomever — well, that is interesting. Disheartening, of course, but of interest.

The remark about the liquor store is presumably a joke in reference to the Italian liqueur “Cynar.”

It should go without saying that “humans” never interbred with Neanderthals or Denisovans. Human culture is the result of the interbreeding of Homo sapiens with Neanderthals and Denisovans. We are in the early phases of coming to an understanding that the Neanderthal admixture was the necessary element in producing “humans” — of the sort, at least, who could in turn produce “culture.”

Strange that brave Richard Dawkins has never found it within his materialist world-view to criticize the Judaic persuasion, or even its infant-fellating religious aspects. Why might that be, one wonders?

Being accused of being anti-Semitic (a nonsense term) is the inevitable result of a non-Jew mentioning Jews. Having a polite debate with a rabbi hardly represents an effort to comprehend or expose the breadth and reach of the destructive power of the organized Jewish community, secular and religious. If one were to look honestly and dispassionately at that, one might be forced to view it as “the greatest force for evil in the world today.” Thanks for the heads up about “Google.” That thing is way better than Dogpile! Must have been invented by some incredibly clever people with connections to a broad ethnic network willing to fund it into a position of world domination.

I did respond to your fatuous post but my reply, which consisted almost entirely of a quotation from perhaps the most prominent book of the 20th century, was not approved by moderation. Maybe this more arcane effort will make it through:

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Thanks for the patience, friend. Why is it that Jews have their own special category of racism? There really is something special — chosen even — about your marvelous people…

Sounds highly derivative of Andrei Tarkovsky’s “Stalker” — itself based on the Strugatsky Brothers’ novel “Roadside Picnic.’

Like Brett Kavanaugh, I was born into and raised in a large Irish American Catholic family (60 first cousins), graduated in 1987 from a Jesuit high school that was largely Irish American, and then went on to a prestigious university that had been founded by and at the time was still dominated by WASPs, a group I was never tempted to think of myself as belonging to, though I had no animus towards them. As I did for years, I expect that Kavanaugh thought of the Jews as an intelligent, industrious, materialistic, highly driven, neurotic, nepotistic, physically unappealing bunch of dorkwads and sluts who, for all that, were grounded in some sort of semi-related religious/moral code that, along with a seemingly somewhat comparable immigrant experience to ours, made us at least partially compatible. I imagine that after the past few weeks he now knows otherwise.

Do you even *know Seamus Heaney?

Because, as a great man once said: “ Bluntly put, America is occupied by the Jewish Empire, in the same way that India was occupied by the East India Company/British Empire/Raj, appellation n’importe-quoi. A surprisingly small number of people controlling a vast etc etc you know the math. The American people are under the full colonial occupation of the imperial Jews and their proxies, janissaries, mercenaries, cat’s-paws and allies. The American people at present have zero political freedom, zero political agency or voice, none. All American institutions — ALL of them — are firmly locked up under Jewish control and constraint.”

Isn’t is strange that we have heard nothing on these recent matters from Michael Bloomberg, who took his NYPD bodyguards with him when he left office after his illegal third term, and who quite recently aspired to be President? Think of everyone else from whom we’ve heard nothing. At present, the hostile elite is busy finishing its strangulation of the dispossessed majority. A voice of reason would not fare well, were he to be allowed to fare at all.

My comment has been “awaiting moderation” for five or six hours. It consists almost entirely of a quote from a comment previously published on this forum. Presumably this has been “pre-moderated”….

As Charles Kinbote once said, “I trust the reader has enjoyed this note.”

As Alice Walker has correctly if uneuphoniously written:

To Study The Talmud

©2017 by Alice Walker

The first time I was accused

Of appearing to be anti-Semitic

The shock did not wear off
For days.
The man who charged me
Was a friend.
A Jewish Soul
Who I thought understood
Or could learn to understand
Almost anything.

He could not understand
However
Why I thought Israel should give back
The land it took
From a poorly defended
People in a war that lasted
Six days. I cringed
About our small house
In Mississippi (where black people
Often assumed he was a racist)
Deeply offended by his attempt
To insult my character
And spoke to him
Earnestly of “dignity” “justice”
“honor” and “peace.”

As Alice Walker has correctly if uneuphoniously written:

To Study The Talmud

©2017 by Alice Walker

The first time I was accused

Of appearing to be anti-Semitic

The shock did not wear off
For days.
The man who charged me
Was a friend.
A Jewish Soul
Who I thought understood
Or could learn to understand
Almost anything.

Some might say that Paul Muldoon could probably use a good punch in the face… But I say that would hardly be the proper response to the fact that he’s a man who’s written almost nothing of any merit since his extraordinary book “The Annals of Chile,” all the way back in 1994. That’s a long time to be producing volume after volume of well-tooled, self-imitative, Escheresque baubles to a continuous fawning reception of praise and prizes, basically the literary establishment’s equivalent of a lifelong champagne facial. There are a few reasons why there appears to be so little poetry of interest being written at the moment, but a primary one is that that establishment — like the tribally-related one running Hollywood — has reached a point of nepotistic collapse. That being said, there are still superb, moving poems being written and sometimes even published. George Franklin’s “Talking Head,” published in the Winter/Spring 2009 issue of the often very good journal “Epiphany,” is probably the best poem published this century and would be at ease in the company of Schuyler, Berryman, Larkin, Stevens. You’ve never heard of it, or its author, and now that I’ve mentioned it you you still won’t seek it out. But it would be a lot cooler if you did…

Thanks for your response. The verses you sent sound like they could use some guitars alongside them, so it’s a bit like listening to “Revolver” with only the left speaker working (Don’t try this at home). Anyway, didn’t quite do it for this early riser… I think that after decades of sturdy usefulness and reliability, we are going to have to discard the “typical New Yorker poem” meme. I strive to avoid that magazine, but recently this powerful offering from its pages — which should have been entitled “This Ain’t Yo Mama’s New Yorker Poem” but was actually called “George Floyd” — was brought to my attention:

You can be a bother who dyes
his hair Dennis Rodman blue
in the face of the man kneeling in blue
in the face the music of his wrist-
watch your mouth is little more
than a door being knocked
out of the ring of fire around
the afternoon came evening’s bell
of the ball and chain around the neck
of the unarmed brother ground down
to gunpowder dirt can be inhaled
like a puff the magic bullet point
of transformation both kills and fires
the life of the party like it’s 1999 bottles
of beer on the wall street people
who sleep in the streets do not sleep
without counting yourself lucky
rabbit’s foot of the mountain
lion do not sleep without
making your bed of the river
boat gambling there will be
no stormy weather on the water
bored to death any means of killing
time is on your side of the bed
of the truck transporting Emmett
till the break of day Emmett till
the river runs dry your face
the music of the spheres
Emmett till the end of time

Astonishingly, this seems to have been inspired by, if not in truth plagiarized from, a recurrent leitmotif of Steve Sailer’s regarding the unwhackamoleability of that sempiternal handsy scamp. And who says Blogposting makes nothing happen?

(By the way, Muldoon has a poem called “Capercailles,” the initial line letters of which read acrostically “Is this a New Yorker poem or what?”; it was rejected by The New Yorker. “Do you admire my cleverality?” as Myles na gCopaleen used to say before he dropped the eclipsis in the genitive, became Myles na Gopaleen, and sank into taciturn alcoholism.)

Your response is very sweet. Everything should be like that. As a semi-great man once said, I’m younger than that now….

As were the actual Sandinistas as well — sweet and good-natured, that is. I knew since kindergarten someone whose (eventual) husband had a great deal to do with all of Joe Strummer’s late records, and she spoke of him both before and after he died as a true gem of a man. But I never met him — though I did see the Clash four nights in a row at Bond’s in Times Square, when they extended their run for two weeks or so to honor the massive amount tickets oversold by their usurer hosts. Many of the key Sandinistas, on the other hand, I met many times as a young person. Fr. Miguel d’Escoto and Nora Astorga, in particular, were lovely, brave, and in my view saintly people. Truly unbelievably, this doomed country literally (and I mean that literally) still retains, in the position of international talmudic vandal, Elliott Abrams — the same person charged by Reagan’s handlers with disrupting and despoiling Nicaragua back in the 1980s. One would think there was a nephew in the wings, but I suppose, as a great man once said, the blood runs thin…

As the finest living writer in our burning department store of a nation said just yesterday, “Soon, everyone will be dead from this virus, and it will be left to bears and deer to evolve into a humanoid form to rule the earth”… To veer on topic for a moment, it seems a mistake for Trump —in what was otherwise a surprisingly good speech (albeit one filled with lies, as is our custom) — to have made such a point of aligning Biden with Bernie Sanders. The supporters of Sanders, who had the Democratic primary stolen from him twice, are highly likely to sit this one out but would probably find a vote for Trump a bridge too far.

If so, then why are the Jews still running everything?

Wait, what? The Jews are down to a “last major stronghold”? When did they lose control of finance, government, academia, foreign policy…?

One of the central elements of this kitchen-sink method, and one that is particularly disruptive of the general excellence of “Goodfellas,” is the heavily foregrounded use of a musical playlist as a kind of mood commissar. If you consider the vast difference in the use of popular music between “Raging Bull” (where it is tonally astute and perfectly supportive of the mood being conveyed in each scene) and “Goodfellas” (where it is jarring and chaotic and sometimes seemingly random), you find yourself at the nodal point of Scorsese’s transition to his late style. I have no doubt that Scorsese was trying to use the soundtrack to convey both Hill’s own personal descent into off-kilter drug-fueled confusion as well as a larger rending of social decorum during the extended time period of the film, but it still strikes me as being like someone interrupting the crazy story they are telling you about some crazy shit that happened in order to put on a Muddy Waters record or — wait, you’ve got to hear this! — something by Procul Harum. This pattern of behavior is very familiar to those who drink socially at home, but its value as an artistic device (and Scorsese has been hugely imitated in this regard) seems dubious to me. “The Wolf of Wall Street” struck me as being utterly sandbagged by this tendency. It was gratifying that this was very much dialed back in “The Irishman.”

I think you are completely correct in your reading of the situation of this talented 1th getting brownie points from that loathsome old (now finally dead) hag (who I doubt knew anything about Bach or had any genuine feeling for his work during her disgustingly prolonged existence). But I think you are off base in a couple of aspects of the latter part of your comment.

Bernstein (whom I knew very well personally and for whom I had a high personal regard and affection) was a remarkable conductor. This does not mean he was a great conductor (I know many brilliant people who had convincing arguments as to how he was not) — but rather that he very intelligently and searchingly explored the music that he conveyed and interpreted. Many of these interpretations are arguably self-indulgent or wrong, but I would argue that even when so they add to one’s thinking on what the piece might truly hold within itself. In this regard he was quite like Glenn Gould, actually. For instance, I really like like the late, highly Beethovian recordings that Bernstein did of Mozart’s Symphonies 40 & 41. I would not try to argue that they are the “right” way or the best way to conduct Mozart, but they helped me, at the right age, cleanse my palate of a lot of horrible (to my ears) presentations of Mozart (i.e. Sir Neville Mariner, etc.). So I also don’t agree that the underlying composition, whatever it’s genius, cannot be traduced. Would that it were so.

Bernstein’s greatest work in a purely classical mode is the much-overlooked “Serenade” for solo violin, strings, and percussion. It is supposedly based on Plato’s “Symposium” but I don’t know about that… I was at Tanglewood in July 1986, as Bernstein’s guest, when Midori broke two strings (sequentially not simultaneously) during her magnificent performance of this great piece, conducted by the composer.

I agree completely that Bernstein got enormous breaks because he was a Jew, and furthermore he advanced professionally due to an unrelentingness and indefatigability which is the central key to the mind-boggling success of the Jews — look at the vile RBG’s awe-inspiring efforts to cling to earthly life a few months longer solely in order to advance her people’s mission of undermining the sustainability of the lives of ordinary decent people.

Anyway, enough about Lenny. To my ears the greatest pianist of the period for which we gave recordings is Sviatoslav Richter. The film of his command performance at Stalin’s funeral is uncanny, a kind of musical equivalent of Nadezhda Mandelstam’s “Hope Against Hope.” Anyway, there would be much more to say on all of these worthy subjects, but for some talmudic reason my comments, uniquely, are sent into “moderation” for a day or so and are usually not published at all, which somewhat takes the life out of the booze as regards this sort of elevated dialogue. The one time I saw The Replacements live I, shortly thereafter, woke up with the barmaid from the venue at which they had been boisterously performing. There’s some dirt that just doesn’t wash off…

Yes, “ Serenade” is definitely based on Plato’s “Symposium” — I was just indicating that I personally don’t hear the relationship between Bernstein’s beautiful composition and its Platonic source. My favorite recording of it is the version with Gideon Kremer on solo violin conducted by LB.

The translation of Plato’s “Symposium” by Tom Griffith (fine- press published then beautifully done in an offset edition by the ((once great)) University of California Press) is among the finest translations I have ever encountered. I don’t doubt that Bernstein was very genuinely responding to the Symposium, I guess it’s just that the quality of unbelievable yearning that I hear in the music is not how I experience Plato’s relaxed and comfortable text.

Moonlight in Vermont affected everybody…

Joyce’s poem “The Holy Office” remains a cracking piece of abusive and self-praising verse, even though it is substantially unintelligible if you don’t know who he is abusing. “Bahnhoffstrasse” from “Pomes Pennyeach” has a peculiar appeal. I have always liked the closing stanzas of “Epilogue to Ibsen’s ‘Ghosts’”:

Blame all and none and take to task
The harlot’s lure, the swain’s desire.
Heal by all means but hardly ask
Did this man sin or did his sire.

The shack’s ablaze. That canting scamp,
The carpenter, has dished the parson.
Now had they kept their powder damp
Like me there would have been no arson.

Nay, more, were I not all I was,
Weak, wanton, waster out and out,
There would have been no world’s applause
And damn all to write home about.

Yes, of course. I was not arguing that Joyce’s work in verse was superb, just that there were some things in it worth noting. He is one of the six or eight greatest writers of all time in any language, so the things that he got up to in forms that were marginal to him are noteworthy regardless of any other consideration.

Here’s a good poem by a man Joyce respected almost without reservation — the friend whom he asked to complete “Finnegans Wake” for him in the event that he died before he was able to complete it. They were born at the same hour, on the same day, in the same year, in the same city:

The lanky hank of a she in the inn over there
Nearly killed me for asking the loan of a glass of beer:
May the devil grip the whey-faced slut by the hair
And beat bad manners out of her skin for a year.
That parboiled imp, with the hardest jaw you will ever see
On virtue’s path, and a voice that would rasp the dead,
Came roaring and raging the minute she looked at me,
And threw me out of the house on the back of my head.

If I asked her master he’d give me a cask a day;
But she with the beer at hand, not a gill would arrange!
May she marry a ghost and bear him a kitten and may
The High King of Glory permit her to get the mange.

Awaiting moderation breeds such sorrowful sweetness…