Shill in it for the Money Fat fuck

[Ognir]

[youtube:2jyphr49]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L-cR0i2YP3A[/youtube]2jyphr49]

His name is Gary
Gobshite
Gofor for Russo before he died

Loves Israel
And AJ thinks he's a big part of the "movement"

SELL DVDs T-Shirt

NOT TO BE TRUSTED

[joeblow]

Before Frenchi Fry hit the "big-time", he used to post at ConCen and once created a thread begging people for money. :lol: Later, a ConCener confronted him in real-life about his jew-loving, he totally wimped out.  :lol:
Ognir, please post that "Hail Israel!" email you got from him! :lol:

[Rockclimber]

Opportunist carpet bagger

[CrackSmokeRepublican]

Yeah...End the Fed so the Jews can setup another BullSh*t operation like the World Jew Bank... Same ole' Jew Sh*t different century....

"Redemption money and interest-bearing bonds are the curse of civilization. We are paying tribute to the Rothchilds of England, who are but the agent of the Jews." --Mary Elizabeth Lease, a Populist speaker, as reported by The New York Times on August 11, 1896.

http://projects.vassar.edu/1896/antisemitism.html

[Father Brown]

Yeah...End the Fed so the Jews can setup another BullSh*t operation like the World Jew Bank... Same ole' Jew Sh*t different century....

"Redemption money and interest-bearing bonds are the curse of civilization. We are paying tribute to the Rothchilds of England, who are but the agent of the Jews." --Mary Elizabeth Lease, a Populist speaker, as reported by The New York Times on August 11, 1896.

http://projects.vassar.edu/1896/antisemitism.html

I will go back and have another look at the site via the link you provided. I recognize there is much good information, even if this person at Vassar seems to be a Zio-Propagandist explaining stuff away.  

I found it particularly humorous when the writer said that farmers, not knowing Jews, could easily blame them for all their problems. What a load of bunk that is! Number one, they had good reason to lay the blame on the Jews. So those in the know in 1896 were correct.

But further, I think it is the people in close contact with the Jews who can easily see the connection. Look at the Christian Zionists in rural America today. They are the most recent sons of those same farmers. And if anything their not knowing any, or very few, Jews is the reason they are easily manipulated into supporting this Zionist Criminal State. So again, black is white, and the reality is precisely the opposite of what this writer claims.  

I guess what I am trying to say is that if these present day Judiazed Evangelicals lived among the Jews in the big cities one of two things would happen. 1) They would stop being Evangelical, or 2) They would throw the whole new Kingdom set-up in Jerursalem under the bus. The very fact that they do not know Jews is the reason they support them with such vigor.

[kolnidre]

Yeah...End the Fed so the Jews can setup another BullSh*t operation like the World Jew Bank... Same ole' Jew Sh*t different century....

"Redemption money and interest-bearing bonds are the curse of civilization. We are paying tribute to the Rothchilds of England, who are but the agent of the Jews." --Mary Elizabeth Lease, a Populist speaker, as reported by The New York Times on August 11, 1896.

 "Foreigners will build your walls, and their kings will serve you. Your gates will always stand open, they will never be shut, day or night, so that men may bring you the wealth of the nations..."
(Isaiah 60:10-11)

"You will feed on the wealth of nations, and in their riches you will boast..." (Isaiah 61:6)

[CrackSmokeRepublican]

The idiot Jews really want to corrupt the image of the Lindberghs precisely because they stood up to the JewSh*ts when they tried to pass the Federal Reserve Act.  The Lindbergh's were Populists and were NO-JEW BULLSH*T types. Charles Lindbergh's son was likely killed by Jews. The Idiot Jew Philip Roth is a typical Jew Corrupter that Needs a Boot on His Neck to indicate the greater Realities that this stupidity tries to hide. --The CSR  

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By Bill Kauffman September 27, 2004 issue
Copyright © 2004 The American Conservative

Philip Roth's: The Plot Against America

 is the novel that a neoconservative would write, if a neoconservative could write a novel.

In 1940, as in 2004, voters faced a choiceless presidential election between pro-war interventionists, with a noble antiwar socialist (Norman Thomas then, Ralph Nader now) the best man in the field.

In Roth's what-if world, we the people have an actual choice in 1940. Instead of a third term for President Franklin D. Roosevelt, America Firster Charles Lindbergh is elected president, whereupon all hell breaks loose—which is to say America is at peace, a condition never again to be permitted, apparently, in the United States of Armaments. The horrific consequences of electing an antiwar Midwesterner are seen through the eyes of young Philip Roth, son of an insurance agent, and his Jewish family in Newark, New Jersey.

In our world, Wall Street operatives steered the 1940 GOP nomination to the hawkish utilities executive Wendell Willkie, as Gore Vidal describes with wit, artistry, and panache in The Golden Age (2000). That novel also pivots on the 1940 election, although Vidal regards Lindbergh as "the true white knight through and through," and "the best that we are ever apt to produce in the hero line, American style."

Vidal is a proprietary patriot, utterly comfortable with our history because it is his history. Roth is ill at ease in the American past; his research seems to have consisted of a quick flip through the courtier histories of James MacGregor Burns and Arthur Schlesinger. He bristles with contempt for the benighted denizens of "the working-class heartland of isolationist America"—that is, mothers and fathers who would rather not send their boys to die in foreign wars. Their parochial and pacific instincts point the way to a Middle American fascism.

Roth writes in sodden cliches: for instance, FDR "inspired millions of ordinary families like ours to remain hopeful in the midst of hardship." This is Time-Life prose. There is not a felicitous sentence in this book; nor is there a spark of wit or a single subversive thought. The literary critics of the Department of Homeland Security will pronounce it fit for best-sellerdom.

Charles A. Lindbergh was a classic product of Upper Midwest populism. His congressman father, a fierce foe of U.S. involvement in World War I (AND FOUGHT THE BLOODSUCKING JEWISH FEDERAL RESERVE), was dubbed the "Gopher Bolshevik" by the New York Times. Lindbergh is easily understood in a Minnesota tradition that stretches from the Gopher Bolshevik and Sen. Henrik Shipstead through Bob Dylan and Eugene McCarthy. He was no more a Nazi than FDR was.

But not since the Spanish-American War have honorable Americans been permitted to criticize a war without being slandered as traitorous lackeys for the enemy. Just as Eugene V. Debs was calumnied as a Kaiser-lover and Martin Luther King Jr. as a communist, so must Charles Lindbergh be a crypto-Nazi. Given the current climate, Roth's book is especially odious. Or perhaps The Plot Against America is meant to serve as the writing sample in Roth's application for a speechwriter job in the Bush administration.

The Plot Against America is the sort of novel a bootlicking author might write to curry favor with a totalitarian government. The author puts a fictive gloss over the officially sanctioned history. Thank God things happened as they did! The alternative to the regime was madness, chaos, murder. Dissenters must be demonized, so Roth saddles his America First villains with positions exactly opposite those they actually took.

The America First Committee was the largest (800,000 members) antiwar organization in U.S. history. Its members ranged from patricians to populists, from Main Street Republicans to prairie socialists. John F. Kennedy was a donor; his future brother-in-law Sargent Shriver was a founder, as were Gerald Ford, Potter Stewart, and Kingman Brewster. Many of the finest writers in America sympathized with (or joined) America First—Sinclair Lewis, Edmund Wilson, Robinson Jeffers, e.e. cummings, and William Saroyan—while the leading pro-war authors were such toadies as Archibald MacLeish (or macarchibald maclapdog macleish, as cummings called him). Aviator Lindbergh was the AFC's most popular speaker, though he never formally joined the committee.

The antiwar movement of 1940-41 was essentially libertarian: in favor of peace and civil liberties, opposed to conscription. Rather than accept this complexity, Roth opts for inversion: his isolationists are the party of repression and conscription, while his warhawks are the party of liberty. War is Peace. Freedom is Slavery.

And so Montana Senator Burton K. Wheeler, running mate of "Fighting Bob" La Follette on the 1924 Progressive Party ticket and an early supporter of the New Deal who went into opposition over FDR's attempt to pack the Supreme Court, emerges as Lindbergh's wicked vice president, a despoiler of the Constitution and declarer of martial law. Never mind that the real Burton K. Wheeler was an anti-draft, antiwar, anti-big business defender of civil liberties: in Roth's world, this great American—a "brilliant, incorruptible, courageous man," in La Follette's glowing tribute—must be depicted as pro-fascist. (The closest thing to a real live fascist in American politics in 1940 was FDR brain-truster Rexford G. Tugwell.) Vice President Wheeler is portrayed as a "combative" snarler whose job is to "attack and revile" foes—a role actually played by Rothian hero Harold Ickes, the FDR hatchetman so memorably described by Clare Boothe Luce as having "the soul of a meat axe and the mind of a commissar."

Roth's Lindbergh is laconic to the point of simplemindedness. The real Lindy was a fine writer who composed his own speeches, but Roth suggests that these were written in Germany. The Lindbergh of The Plot Against America declares, "My intention in running for the presidency is to preserve American democracy by preventing America from taking part in another world war. Your choice is simple. It's not between Charles A. Lindbergh and Franklin Delano Roosevelt. It's between Lindbergh and war." This is an eminently fair summation. But of course the American people were presented no such choice in 1940, nor really in any other quadrennium since World War II except, perhaps, 1972.

The Lindbergh nomination is engineered by North Dakota Sen. Gerald P. Nye, whom Roth dismisses with the lazy adjective "right-wing." Oh really? In fact, Nye criticized the New Deal from the Left for its timorousness. Nye had made his name as the scourge of the "merchants of death" who profited from the disastrous U.S. entry into the First World War, and he always feared a replay.

Campaigning in "the remotest rural counties," Lindbergh wins in a landslide, the Republicans take Congress, and the threat of peace, no conscription, and full enjoyment of the Bill of Rights darkens the Rothian sky. To young Philip's parents, America is good only insofar as it sends its sons to die in foreign lands. The family's favorite presidents are Wilson and FDR, who shipped more Americans to die overseas than any other chief execs. Unwashed Americans, who live in places like North Dakota or Minnesota or Montana, mean harm to the Roths; their reluctance to send their sons to transatlantic graves is presented as a particularly insidious symptom of anti-Semitism.

In Roth's flip-flopped universe, President Lindbergh institutes a peacetime draft—which in fact FDR did, over the ardent objections of the isolationists, who argued against conscription on libertarian grounds.

President Lindbergh cozies up to the Nazis while pursuing a domestic policy that might be stamped "Made in Germany." He is wildly popular, even with "the highly assimilated upper echelon of German Jewish society," whose cultured members are depicted herein as craven social climbers.

Among the turncoat Jews is Rabbi Lionel Bengelsdorf of Newark, a South Carolina native with a "courtly Southern accent"—always the tip-off to knavery when a mediocrity is at the typewriter. The Rabbi opposes women's suffrage, not exactly a hot topic in 1940, but then Roth is limning character, don't you see? The scene in which Rabbi Bengelsdorf vivisects FDR's Scottie Fala must have been excised by a wise editor.

Lindbergh and Rabbi Bengelsdorf create an Office of American Absorption, whose centerpiece is the "Just Folks" program, under which Jewish youth are shipped out to the "Gentile heartland" to become real Amerrykuns. Philip's brother spends the summer with a "Kentucky tobacco farmer." He returns with an accent, respect for farm life, a taste for ham and bacon, and a dose of the fascist clap that Philip Roth imagines lurks everywhere in that darksome forest of fear west of the Hudson. To Roth, a small farm in Kentucky is the perfect training ground for a fascist. Tell it to Wendell Berry, Philip.

"Just Folks" is yet another Roth reversal: FDR's Civilian Conservation Corps was the actual (if benign) means of rusticating urban boys in the 1930s. In the 1940s, it was urban politicians who tore rural boys from their native ground and sent them to war. The dislocating effects of militarism meant that 15 million Americans lived in a different county in March 1945 than they had in December 1941—and that doesn't count the 12 million-plus in uniform. A disproportionate number of the displaced, by the way, were from Kentucky. As an anti-hillbilly joke of the time went, America lost three states in the early 1940s: Kentucky and Tennessee had gone to Indiana, and Indiana had gone to hell. But to Roth, the Gentile heartland is hell.

If The Plot Against America sounds like Roth's savage satire on Jewish paranoia, it is not. For the rural folk eventually run riot as a kind of cornfed, baccy-smokin' Khmer Rouge.

Under the Office of American Absorption, Metropolitan Life offers Philip's father a transfer to Danville, Kentucky. He refuses, probably because novelist Roth has no idea how to describe life in a Klan-Nazi hotbed like Kentucky, but it is in resisting relocation that the Roth family attains a certain nobility. "A child of my background had a sixth sense in those days, the geographic sense, the sharp sense of where he lived and who and what surrounded him," writes Roth. The faces, the voices, the ejaculations (because, after all, this is Philip Roth): these people are Newark, and we are made to understand the enormity of their unmooring. Dislocation exacts a terrible human cost. A pity that Roth does not mind uprooting the hicks he so obviously hates—for war is the most pitiless uprooter of all.

In the real 1940-41, antiwar entertainers were blacklisted for daring to speak their minds. (The case of Lillian Gish was notably disgusting.) In Roth's world, the pro-war radio gossip Walter Winchell is fired by Jergens Lotion when he denounces President Lindbergh. Winchell then declares his candidacy for president and barnstorms the black heart of America. He is baited and mocked in South Boston, Little Italy, and wherever papist brutes foregather. (In fact, it was America First speakers who were harassed in 1941, heckled by warhawks and denied permits in jingo towns.)

It is here that Roth's loathing of Catholicism, with its "witchy" nuns and "creepily morticianlike priests," reaches a fever-swamp pitch. Winchell's taunting of the antiwar wafer-eaters brings "the Lindbergh grotesquery to the surface." He is assaulted in South Boston and greeted with chants of "Kike Go Home!" in upstate New York, Pennsylvania, the Midwest—all sewers "notorious for their bigotry."

Working-class Catholics erupt in anti-Semitic riots in Detroit: "shops were looted and windows broken, Jews trapped outdoors were set upon and beaten, and kerosene-soaked crosses were ignited" on the lawns of Jewish homeowners. Jewish schools are bombed and synagogues trashed in America's first-ever pogrom. Anti-Jewish riots also break out in Cleveland, Cincinnati, Indianapolis, St. Louis, Buffalo, Pittsburgh, Scranton, Akron, Syracuse—all across the hate-filled heartland, for the "menace of anti-Semitism" stretches "from one end of America to the other." Our heroes make a mad dash across "rural West Virginia," where "Ku Klux Klansmen had to be lying in wait for any Jew foolhardy enough to be driving through." Almost Heaven? Not in this book.

Walter Winchell is killed in Kentucky by "an American Nazi Party assassin working in collaboration with the Ku Klux Klan." Roth takes an especial scunner to poor Kentucky, his locus of American evil. A Jewish lady from Newark, exiled to Danville, is set upon by a mob of Klansmen, which is to say ordinary Kentuckians; she is beaten and burned to death in the state that provides "a nightmarish vision of America's anti-Semitic fury." To add insult to fatal injury, her son, "the smartest kid in our class" in Newark, is "stunted" and mentally "stopped" by his exposure to the aments of Kaintuck.

Coincidentally, I slogged through Roth right after reading three Kentucky novels: Berry's Watch With Me (1994), James Still's River of Earth (1940), and The Time of Man (1926) by Elizabeth Madox Roberts. Each is set within a decade or two of 1940. The characters are remarkably unlike Nazis, though perhaps Mr. Roth knows the true heart of Kentucky better than Kentuckians themselves.

The Winchell funeral is the winch that turns the cranks out of office. Lindy disappears in flight, probably a victim of the Nazis who orchestrated the antiwar movement all along. (Just as Saddam Hussein's hidden bank accounts are enriching today's peace movement.) Acting President Wheeler declares martial law—quite a trick for a civil libertarian to pull off—anti-Semitic riots stain America red with the blood of Jewish martyrs, till FDR comes out of retirement ... oh, I don't want to spoil the ending for you. Suffice to say that Roth, in his dotage, displays all the imagination of an assistant censor in the Office of War Information. Franklin D. retakes the White House and promptly gets us into the world war, wherein all those louts from Kentucky either die as fodder or walk tall as members of the Greatest Generation. All's well that ends well.

This is a repellent novel, bigoted and libelous of the dead, dripping with hatred of rural America, of Catholics, of any Middle American who has ever dared stand against the war machine. All that is left, I suppose, is for the author to collect his Presidential Medal of Freedom.

http://www.charleslindbergh.com/cgi-bin ... u=00000910

[brandon dean]

I bet all the end the fed people think it would be a great idea to put our economy back under the jewish gold standard, since the fed already robbed so much gold from the people through fort knox and roosevelt's "new deal" that there's no more left to control, so they actually ended the gold standard in favor of the debt system, NOT the federal reserve system.

the fed is totally and completely based on the bank of england, which was the first private central bank.

let's all just focus on the federal reserve though.  all of our problems started in 1916, right?  :lol:

the modern day pharisees are working overtime on this smoking mirror...