5 February, 2014
Hate Speech
Posted by Socrates in Socrates, William Pierce, William Pierce Wednesday at 11:20 pm | 
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by Dr. William Pierce.
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“Actually, what these Politically Correct people really mean, although they won’t tell you this — what they really mean is that no one should be permitted to write or say anything which might offend one of the officially favored classes of people: homosexuals, morally or physically defective people, Jews, Blacks or members of other non-White racial groups, and women. They see nothing wrong with offending a White male, for example: they do it themselves all the time. But they do believe that it ought to be illegal to do or say something offensive to almost anyone else.”
For the audio version of this article, go [Here] and scroll down to “Hate Speech.”
5 February, 2014 at 11:23 pm
I wish we could clone Dr. Pierce… God rest his soul.
6 February, 2014 at 3:09 am
http://consortiumnews.com/2014/01/23/the-mountaintops-of-the-1-percenters/
Media, scum and attorney’s in the early 1980’s claimed free speech rights for niggers who in mostly White cities back them would accost White women at lunch on the streets and in parks, and then in the after noon taking city buses home in Seattle and Portland.
Police told then, that no could touch the thugs vile filthy language as they walked by White women, because it was free speech.
So today the joo swarming shit flies have foisted hate speech in the West, after they have foisted millions of violent low I.Q. savages to war on US and distract us.
Freedom.
6 February, 2014 at 9:09 am
No doubt the Jews and their goy accomplices would be fighting even harder for “hate speech” laws but the Amerikahn legal and legislative systems are already so overburdened that there isn’t any more room on the schedule for accommodating that kind of nonsense. So they’re focusing on promoting other Social Marxist horse-shit instead, like “gay marriage” and giving driver’s licenses to illegal wetbacks. There’s no down-time in the Social Marxist movement, they’re always scheming to cause trouble somewhere.
6 February, 2014 at 9:28 am
This is true, Tim McGreen. Even an obese government has a saturation point. The saturation point will probably lead to anarchy. Hasten the day.
7 February, 2014 at 7:59 am
Tim:
Why are you, and others, still using the the kike-approved “gay” word to describe a homo? The term gay means lighthearted or happy, and NOT the deviant sexual cavorting of some fag. We, as members of the truly enlightened ones of our race, MUST set the example by not allowing ourselves to use the wordage of the jew– and thereby basically acquiescing and agreeing with the jew’s butchering of our language to suit their hatefilled agenda. Words have power, so we must choose them carefully in our writings.
Wouldn’t you agree?
J.Q.R.
7 February, 2014 at 12:46 pm
Schlomo did not feel gay, so why was he obsessed with Tim McGreen?
Could it be because Tim McGreen, as a writer, had kept his integrity?
Schlomo remembered how he wanted to be a fashion-designer, but his father made him study chemistry. He had sold out. He was successful, having invented “Scholomo’s Hibred Vigor,” a food for plants. There were many battles in court over patents, but Schlomo’s law firm of Nashorovitz, Trotsky and Plotz had worn down the accusers. But he did not feel successful, as he pulled into his reserved parking spot in the small desolate parking lot at the Schlomo’s Hibred Vigor building.
He imagined Tim McGreen sweeping his parking lot, as he swept the stadiums before. “That would give me pleasure,” Schlomo thought, “but now McGreen has hit the big-time. That nude Rugby calendar is really taking off. McGreen is sure to get other very attractive offers.”
Then the thought that Schlomo did not want to think: “I don’t want McGreen to be successful, because I sold out. I took the easy way. McGreen toughed it out, and now he is being rewarded, big-time. As long as he stayed a stadium-sweeper, I did not have to think about my own imperfections and cowardice. But now . . . I must destroy him!”
“Yes, we Jews are the destroyers. Not only of cultures, but of men!”
Masturbating in his car, right there in his reserved parking spot at the Schlomo’s Hibred Vigor company, with the grafitti on the concrete walls and beer cans littered over the blacktop, Schlomo plotted the destruction of Tim McGreen.
He did not notice when Rabbi Meier pulled in his Mercedes right next to him.
8 February, 2014 at 9:12 am
JQR, if you’ll notice I put the phrase “gay marriage” in quotation marks, because it’s a Semitically-correct way of speaking and therefore unacceptable to me. I know that over time the definition of marriage has changed somewhat. But to allow openly queer people to marry each other has never been allowed by any society anywhere at any time that I know of. Therefore, I would argue that no legislature or judge or court or politician or bureaucrat or biased opinion poll has the authority to legally and radically alter the definition of marriage so that homos can marry each other, just like they wouldn’t have the authority to allow siblings to get married or any other such perversion.
8 February, 2014 at 11:11 am
As Schlomo masturbated, he was startled to see the Rabbi’a glowering face directly outside his driver’s window.
“Schlomo, you putrid putz! Get out! No, don’t zip anything up, just get out!”
Schlomo got out, his erection slowly subsiding, his masculine member just hanging out in the cold air. He felt ridiculous.
Rabbi Meier went and got something out of the trunk of his car. It was a pair of silver-plated pliers.
“Schlomo, have you no shiksas inside to service you? A secretary? A bookkeeper? This is disgraceful! You must be punished for bringing dishonor onto the Congregation of the Chosen and for indulging in the sin of Onan!”
The Rabbi fastened the pliers onto the tip of Schlomo’s penis and squeezed.
“EEEEEYYYAAGGgggggghhhh!” Schlomo screamed.
As Schlomo bent over to protect his groin, Rabbi Meier took two fingers of his left hand and poked Schlomo in the eyes.
“Owww!”
As Schlomo bent backwards, Rabbi Meier again squeezed the pliers.
Schlomo bent forward screaming, “EEEEEEYYAAAAgggghhhhhh!” and the Rabbi again poked him in the eyes.
“Owww!” yelped Schlomo.
This process was repeated about ten times.
As Schlomo gingerly zipped up his pants, while the Rabbi put the silver-plated pliers back in his car, he hoped that nobody had seen that spectacle. His eyes were still blurry, but he did not see anyone. There were only the ususal uncomprehending black winos, and Schlomo regarded them as lower than cattle. Also, in Schlomo’s establishment, looking out the window at anything was strictly prohibited. It interfered with productivity. He had even taught his employees how to hold their pencils more efficiently as they went through their files (“Put it behind your thumb and little finger, but in front of your palm. That way, you can hold your pencil and do your filing at the same time.”) So he was pretty sure that no employees had seen his humiliation.
‘Now,” said the Rabbi, “Let us go into your office and discuss Tim McGreen.”
Schlomo ground his teeth together, and he alternately rubbed his groin and then his eyes. “McGreen is the cause of all this!” he thought. “McGreen will pay!”
“McGreen!”
8 February, 2014 at 8:21 pm
Ant, mate, I have known you for quite a few years. We have airbrushed many a naked woman together in our booth.
But I think that you are harold Covington, on the sly.
I know that McGreen will say that i am you because I said this, but who care what that twit says? And I sure as hell would not masturbate over Tim McGreen even if I was a jew!
Your stories are great!
8 February, 2014 at 11:35 pm
Thom, lock your doors.
There are NIGGERS out there.
8 February, 2014 at 11:36 pm
Thom, my stories are not fiction.
They are creative non-fiction.
They are true.
9 February, 2014 at 4:40 am
Anfagonistes, I’m afraid your writing skills are substandard to say the least. You might get your boring “creative non-fiction” published in Gallery or The Midnight Globe but even then I wouldn’t count on it. I would suggest you go back to your day job…..Oh, wait, you don’t have one. Then I would suggest you go crawling back to your 60 year old battle-axe of a wife who’s got all the credit cards -and the house- in her name. I’m sure she’ll take you back, if for no other reason than out of pity.
9 February, 2014 at 12:10 pm
You left out the bank accounts, Timmy. But it is only because Ant does not care anyting about money. He is a true artist.
9 February, 2014 at 1:59 pm
for your info, Tim-weiner, here is a picture of Ant’s wife:
http://www.pbase.com/markwp/image/147191901
Not bad for 56, wot???!!!
9 February, 2014 at 3:20 pm
You are a true friend, Tom.
Be on the lookout for our friend Tim masturbating in his car, after seeing my beautiful wife.
Got you silver-plated pliers handy?
9 February, 2014 at 4:48 pm
Too bad you’ve been allowed to insult the memory of Dr.Pierce by posting your infantile Jewish garbage here, Fagonistes. Someone needs to re-assert control of this website and get rid of you.
9 February, 2014 at 7:09 pm
How is Ant insulting Dr. Pierce? How is his work “jesish gargabe”?
10 February, 2014 at 9:46 am
That’s right, Thom. I don’t write jesish gargabe.
10 February, 2014 at 7:21 pm
Too much Foster’s, ant.
Tim McGreen, do you believe that Jesish died for your sins?