Notable Quotables From the Samizdat Sphere of the WorldWideWeb
“The people were astounded for He taught as one with authority, not as the Scribes and Pharisees.” it says that at the end of the Sermon on the mount, in Matthew. What they meant was Jesus would not engage in pilpul. He said, “This is what God says.” He wouldn’t engage in this legalistic, nitpicking and looking for loopholes. He wouldn’t’ engage in it. He said it was an endless road to nowhere. He referred to this kind of teaching as “…leaven, The leaven of the Pharisees, beware of it.”
Henry Makow – Is the New World Order Jewish?:
Let’s begin by defining the “New World Order.”
The mainspring of the New World Order is the desire on the part of the world’s central bankers to translate their vast economic power into permanent global institutions of political and social control.
Their power is based on their monopoly over credit. They use the government’s credit to print money, and require the taxpayer to fork over billions in interest to them.
Central banks like the Federal Reserve pretend to be government institutions. They are not. They are privately owned by perhaps 300 families. It is significant that the majority of these families are Jewish, how significant I am not yet sure. If they were Lutherans or Zulus, certainly our objections would be the same.
Arch Stanton, commenting at Darkmoon:
The only people with stronger programming than the white mice of western civilization are Jews. Jews have over two thousand years of intensive religious programming that, to this day, governs every aspect of their lives and culture. Even Jewish atheists, like many of those in the Soviet Union, eventually come back to their mother religion.
Why? Because Judaism is not about god. For Jews, god merely serves as a righteous, religious front for stealing the power and wealth of others so Jews can become gods incarnate. Is it any wonder that Christianity has come to reflect the exact same self-centered proclivities as Judaism?
Some of the above statements bespeak an ignorance of both history and culture of the Jewish race. The reality is “The culture of blood has permeated the very core of Judaism until it has become a genetic component of their race.” Once again I will spell it out in detail for those failing to perceive the “dark proclivities” of the Jews. Note, this is a description of a ceremony well over 2500 years old.
The Torah originally referred to the first five books of the Old Testament. Leviticus, Deuteronomy, and Numbers contain the Levirate laws forming the basis of Judaism’s sacrificial system. The system was founded on the sacrifice of both blood offerings, in the form of specified animals, and non-blood offerings in the form of specified grains. In the early days of the sacrificial system, the Tabernacle was nothing more than a moving slaughterhouse, a place where priests butchered animals to atone for sins against their God, Yahweh. It is telling that only the best, “unblemished” animals could be offered for sacrifice.
The indication as to the true purpose of this system lay in the fact that priests took roughly ten percent of the choicest cuts of meat for themselves while burning the fat and viscera upon the altar as “sweet savor” to the lord. The remaining meat was then returned to the sinner. Think about this for a moment, the Lord God of the Israelites preferred fat and viscera to the prime cuts commanded by the priests.
After making their sacrifice, the Hebrew sinner was marked with blood. The blood was mixed with other bodily fluids and daubed on either the forehead or big toe. The mixture ensured longevity of the mark. The blood marking was visible proof that a tribesman had paid his “sin tax”. Later, this mark was washed off in a ritual purification bath called the Mikveh, at which time the sacrificial cycle began anew.
However, this marking system had one obvious, glaring drawback. Blood is a commonly available substance produced by the higher organisms. In their attempt to control the easily counterfeited blood mark, priests forbade their followers from butchering their own animals or even possessing the instruments for doing so. This was the primary reason for the kosher slaughter, a process where the living animal’s throat is slit to ensure the pumping heart will drain the blood as completely as possible. This also led to the prohibition of various implements and practices used in the butchering process. The priests defined these as “clean” or “unclean”, but think “legal” or “illegal”, as these are in fact legalistic dictates that have almost nothing to do with hygiene.
Any contact with blood was strictly prohibited, like that produced by menstruating women or “lepers”, which meant anyone with running sores. As a result, a byzantine legal structure arose to control the minutiae of everyday life. There is a forgettable tract in the Mishna that elaborates on the cleanliness of a bowl. The upshot of this legal commandment is that if a bowl in intact, then it is unclean; but if the bowl is smashed into pieces of which the largest piece is no larger than the tip of a man’s little finger, then it is clean. This makes absolutely no sense unless one understands the bowl in question can be used to hold and mix blood products.
Eventually the phylactery replaced the blood marking. This was a small box attached to the forehead or the back of the wrist holding a scroll with a passage from the Torah.
The scroll changed in accordance with the sacrificial cycle; and like tabs on a license plate, could be checked as proof that Temple followers were current on their tribute.
Despite this modification, Levirate laws concerning blood products remained in full force.
Imagine yourself as the young child of a primitive, nomadic, tribesman. Having heard only stories, you are dimly aware of the importance of a much talked about, upcoming ritual. You are aware this ritual occurs on a regular basis. The anxiousness of your parents is palpable when discussing the subject.
On the prescribed day, the ritual begins. You follow your parents down to a running stream. A man, richly attired in strange garb, stands in the water. One by one, your neighbors walk into the stream where the man mutters strange words as he immerses them while rubbing their forehead with the palm of his hand. After your father has undergone the ritual immersion, you note the red mark on his forehead has disappeared. The ritual continues until every adult in the village has undergone immersion. Someone nearby whispers “The sacred cycle has ended.”
The following day, your mother wakes you earlier than usual. Your family spends the morning carefully preparing for the coming activities. You want to play with your friends, but your mother insists you attended to her demands, so you accompany your father as he goes out among his meager collection of animals. He spends quite a bit of time inspecting the herd until he finally chooses a prized ewe. This animal happens to be one of your favorites. You have often played with the sheep, chasing them around the meadows. When you finally caught one, you buried your face in its soft wool, taking delight in the earthy aroma. It is the smell of life and life seems to be everywhere among the hills where the herds roam.
Later that morning, your father takes you by the hand and with animal in tow, you find yourself dragged to a portable slaughterhouse your parents refer to as the “Tabernacle.” Here you are to witness the important ritual they have been discussing over the preceding weeks. You enter a large enclosure surrounded by a fence made of white cloth. In the middle of the enclosure is an odd tent-like structure with rude, wooden columns and woven tapestries covering the entrances. Soon, other families begin arriving with their animals.
Eventually the ceremony begins. A neighbor steps forward to present a prized calf to one of several strangely dressed men, like those you saw at the stream the day before. Your parents refer to these men as “priests”. One by one, sinners step forward to present these priests with their prized animal.
Your neighbor drops to his knees in front of a priest, closes his eyes and begins chanting something unintelligible. While witnessing this spectacle, your father grabs your hand and places it alongside his own on the prized ewe. You can feel its heart racing as the animal transmits its terror though the palm of your hand. The priest takes hold of the head of the struggling animal and wrestling it to the ground, with quick, practiced motion, slits its throat with his razor sharp knife.
The animal struggles, kicking and bleating in protest, as geysers of blood erupts from its jugular vein. A froth of blood spews forth, splattering you and everyone present. You can feel the spark of life draining out through its hide as the stillness of death overcomes it. You look down at the viscous, red, fluid splattered on the front of your robe, staring with revulsion at the red stains spreading into the fibers. The stench of death assaults your nostrils, addling your senses.
As the animal ceases struggling, you look up from your bloodstained robe to see a priest-butcher moving quickly to catch some of the blood in a golden bowl before it finishes saturating the ground. Muttering strange incantations with eyelids half closed, he seems to be in a trance. Then with a shout, he lifts the golden bowl skyward at arms length before splashing the rapidly congealing blood over and around the base of the altar. The priest comes out of his trance to begin eviscerating the animal. During this process, the bloody guts are laid aside so they can later be burned on the altar as sweet savor to a god with an abiding taste for burnt fat and viscera.
In just a few strokes, the priest-butcher finishes his gory task. Working rapidly, he begins butchering the animal. Separating the portions of meat, he carefully lays aside a large portion of the best cuts for himself, before returning the remaining meat to your father who, by now, has provided the priest full admission of his sins.
After the act is complete, the priest produces a smaller bowl with a cupful of the animal’s blood. He mixes this with other bodily fluids, some that smell like semen. Using his thumb, the priest-butcher smears a large daub of the mixture on the forehead of the entranced, chanting sinner kneeling before him. Then, with a loud shout, he declares that by this act, your father’s sins have been forgiven.
Your father staggers to his feet and like a drunk on a binge, lurches away from the butchering table with a beatific look on his face, even as the priest calls for the next sinner to step forward. Suddenly you feel the full emotional horror of the fate awaiting the other animals brought to this slaughterhouse. All the while, these men called priests, howl, chant and dance about, reciting their ritualistic incantations that beg god’s forgiveness. It must have been a horrifically, bloody spectacle.
The bloodlust continues well into evening. What you never witness is the secret ceremony inside the Tabernacle’s tent where the high priest in a final act of crazed bloodlust, drinks the sacrificial blood before the mercy seat. The Levirate injunction against consuming blood is a public admonishment to restrict the use of blood products. However, the priesthood exempted itself from its own laws and secretly does not observe such restrictions.
This covert act, along with the more acceptable act of consuming sacrificial meat, will later be replayed by Jesus during his last supper, when he symbolically offers wine and bread representing his body and blood to his disciples. A few days later, the priests fold their Tabernacle tent and move on. They will move to the next tribe where the sacrificial cycle will again be played out.
Consider the effect this gruesome spectacle might have on a child. Blood spewing everywhere, chanting priests mesmerized in crazed bloodlust, driven on by the howling and grunting of animals bleeding out the last of their life on the ground. The cacophony is accompanied by the restless bleating and bellowing of animals, awaiting their fate. Sinners, with hands raised towards heaven, cry out for god’s forgiveness. Imagine your parents continually consumed with the thought of blood and the avoidance of it, thoughts that translate into an unnatural obsession about the stuff.
Picture your priest as a butcher. Imagine going to church on Sunday and seeing the priest slitting the throat of various parishioners pets at the alter and catching the blood in a golden bowl. After bleeding out the animal, he splashes its blood around the altar while dancing around in a trance-like state, chanting pleas to God for the forgiveness of sins and begging for salvation.
After the service, you say to your spouse, ‘That certainly was a different sermon this week wasn’t it dear?’ She replies, ‘Oh I don’t know, next week is communion, when we eat the body of Christ and drink his blood. Speaking of that, let’s hurry to the restaurant before the church crowd gets there.’
Extrapolating this bloody horror out over generational millennium, has led to the creation of a psychopathic culture of bloodlust. This psychopathy is not a preference, not a peculiar, incidental, twist in a few exceptional personalities, but a culturally inbred condition; one that can neither be altered, nor escaped.
The culture of blood has permeated the very core of Judaism until it has become a genetic component of their race. Thus, while the “dark proclivities” of the Jews may remain hidden, there is no doubt these lay just under the surface within the Jew’s reptilian brain.
Henry Makow – Humanity is Satanically Possessed:
The ruling class is complicit in the subversion of civilization. The masses have Stockholm syndrome. They hope that the psychopaths won’t harm them if they keep their heads down and behave.
Fully invested in their enslavement, people are too venal, craven or dumb to face reality. They confirm Aldous Huxley’s prophesy that the slaves “…will love their slavery.”
Soon the Illuminati will degrade us until humanity’s Promise is lost, and the Illuminati’s depraved vision of man is vindicated. Then our culling under some pretext or other will seem like Divine Retribution. That’s how Satan works.
Our best hope is the Internet. It’s harder to institute a police state in an age of instant communication. As long as the Internet is free, we will remain free.
In the meantime, let us remember we live in an open air mental asylum. “Fitting in” means being — and joining — the insane.
Captain Obvious, commenter at the notorious Chateau Heartiste, responds to the following pic –
In the old days, the *Hamster’s thirst for infinite pain mixed with ecstasy was satiated by the experience of Natural Ch!ldb!rth [no epidural, no caesarean], but since these ho’s don’t have ch!llunzes anymore, they venture off into the very deepest darkest corners of the Frankfurt School poisoning in search of anything & everything which might give the *Hamster its high.
– * The “Hamster” is a Chateau colloquialism for the female’s commonly observed predilection for rationalizing past behaviors to avoid guilt or cognitive dissonance…especially with regards to sexual mate choices.
Arch Stanton discusses the sacred scripture behind the state of International Migration amongst Western Civilization in 2017:
Additional tractates forthcoming…