Here’s a gem from diversity chronicle. Good for a few laughs.

Originally posted on Diversity Chronicle:


By Werombi Towradji

The American Renaissance conference took place on April 25-27. For those readers who may not be aware, the American Renaissance conference exists solely to promote hatred and intolerance in the world. Their violent goal is to create a racist and authoritarian fascist society. One where non-whites are discriminated against and heavily persecuted, if not murdered outright solely because of the colour of their skin.

The vile hate-mongers at Amren even hate the disabled, regardless of the cause of their disability. They want to exterminate everyone who isn’t just like them or who doesn’t have platinum blonde hair and ice blue eyes. They ultimately want to create a so-called pure race of Aryan super-men who will go on to conquer the entire galaxy, enslaving countless inhabited worlds!

To the surprise of the hateful Amren bigots, tens of thousands of protestors showed up to rightly shame them, and denounce their…

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Yes, I’m still alive and kicking. My vacations are rarely simple affairs. I combined the Amren conference with some other excursions. Right now I’m relaxing in Mexico (Yucatan), enjoying the food, the sun, the beaches and the history. Speaking of the food, it’s not like what we usually find in Mexican restaurants in the U.S. Southern Mexico has its own cuisine and, in my opinion, it’s very good. It may be blasphemous to say so, but I enjoyed the Mexican chicken soup more than I remember enjoying traditional Jewish chicken soup. The hot spices may even do a better job curing colds.

I’ll post more upon my return.

My friends, whom I’m visiting prior to the Amren conference, have dogs. When I arrived (a couple of days ago), somehow my glasses fell or got misplaced. The following morning I couldn’t find them. We looked and looked. Finally, I got to checking under the sofa cushions and there it was, tucked deeply behind one. This is what they looked like:


It never occurred to me that a dog could be so destructive. When I first found what was left of the frame, I wondered where the lenses had ended up. Apparently most of the lenses ended up in the dog’s digestive tract. Unbelievable. Here are the two suspects:





Be it as it may, I was able to get new glasses for the upcoming conference and the remainder of my vacation.


Some people are just crazy; it doesn’t take much to provoke them into committing acts of violence. Most of us need a lot of provocation before we resort to bloodshed; everybody has his snapping point.

I don’t claim to know whether Frazier Glen Miller is a natural-born psychopath. Unlike the $PLC or the ADL, I don’t claim to be an expert. But, according to the Washington Post:

The Southern Poverty Law Center (SPLC), a respected activist organization that tracks hate crimes and racist activities, said the man arrested and identified by police as Frazier Glenn Cross is actually Frazier Glenn Miller. Miller, the SPLC said, founded and ran the Carolina Klan before he was sued by the SPLC “for operating an illegal paramilitary organization and using intimidation tactics against African Americans.”

He later founded another Klan outfit, the White Patriot Party, which put him in violation of the terms that settled the suit brought by the SPLC. He was found in criminal contempt in 1986 and served six months in prison. He moved underground while out on bond and was caught in Missouri with other Klansmen with a reserve of weapons, the SPLC stated.

The next year, he pleaded guilty to a weapons charge. He was indicted for plotting to obtain stolen military weapons, and for planning robberies and the assassination of the SPLC founder Morris Dees. As part of a plea deal, he testified against other Klan leaders and received a five-year sentence. He served only three years, the SPLC stated.

Considering the history of black violence against whites, it’s absolutely necessary to defend ourselves against blacks. Firearms are a crucial component of any such defensive measures. There is nothing unreasonable or hateful about this; it’s a matter of survival – and this appears to be what Miller was doing (feel free to correct me if I’m wrong).

But this is not acceptable to organizations such as the $PLC. The “Southern Poverty Law Center” is an anti-white organization, and Miller was (at least in his own mind) a pro-white activist. The $PLC has a lot more money, and political power, than Miller – so it set about persecuting Miller. It would appear that Miller was hounded by this anti-white hate-group for years.

The “Southern Poverty Law Center” is largely Jewish. So is the ADL. Both organizations had caused Miller a lot of grief over the years, and now this bitter 70-year-old man chose to go out with a bang and take his revenge against “The Jooz.”

It’s a pity that Miller, his murderous mind now shrunken with age, didn’t focus his attention on the real culprits: The $PLC and the ADL. Had he eliminated some of them, we might owe him a debt of gratitude. Instead, he chose a soft target and murdered 3 innocent people.

Perhaps the victims’ survivors should sue the $PLC and the ADL for pushing Miller over the edge. The “Southern Poverty Law Center” is probably the most significant source of fuel for Jew-haters world-wide. They most certainly have blood on their hands.

Unfortunately, Miller’s cruel rampage will feed the $PLC’s coffers even more. The beast will become ever more bloated, and generate even more hatred and bloodshed. And so the cycle continues.

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While reading a news story about a substitute teacher’s bizarre behavior, I was reminded of my own high school experience, also involving a substitute teacher. As odd as Mr. Deutsch’s behavior, described in the above article, may have been, I like to think that my own story tops it.

It was my freshman year at Morningside High School in Inglewood, California. This school was 90% black, and a rough place to try to get an education. Staying alive was a more pressing priority. I’ve written about some of my experiences there previously.

I can’t remember which class it was, but it certainly had nothing to do with magic or paranormal phenomena. Nevertheless, our class (in which I was the only non-black) found itself with a rather peculiar substitute teacher one day. It was a young, white, new-age type woman. Maybe this woman had forgotten what our class was supposed to be about, or maybe she considered her own priorities more important.

At some point, she placed an object on a table and told us to be silent. She then instructed all of us to concentrate on the object – and, with the power of our minds, levitate it. That’s right. Our substitute teacher thought she could harness the mental power of 30 gangbangers, with their bitches and hos (and yours truly, of course), to raise an object into the air.

As I recall, I didn’t even try. The embarrassment I felt for her was almost painful – and even though I’ve always been an oddball myself, this was too much even for me.

In case you were wondering, the object remained motionless on the table.

It’s been a while since I’ve posted, and the main reason for that is all the stuff going on in my life. It’s mostly good stuff, among them, my recent acquisition of a new scooter.

My old scooter, a 150cc Schwinn, has been non-functional for a while, so I’d been shopping around for a newer one. While browsing Craigslist, I found a 250cc Kymco Grand Vista, and immediately realized it had all the features I was looking for. The problem was that its current owner lives in Madras. Madras is in central Oregon, on the other side of the Cascade mountains.

I took a buddy with me for the drive. He’d drive my car back, while I’d ride the scooter. We soon realized that we wouldn’t be able to take the same route back as we did there; the mountain pass was covered in snow and extremely treacherous. To attempt it on a two-wheeled vehicle would be suicide.

We decided to take Highway 97/197 north to The Dalles, and then Highway 84 west back to Portland. Highway 197 was mostly a straight shot, the scenery was nice – and we had the road almost completely to ourselves. We’d go for miles without seeing another soul.

I soon realized that my new Grand Vista will go as fast as I want it to go. Had I wished to accelerate to 90 MPH, it would have gladly accommodated me. The only nuisance I had to contend with was that damn wind.

If somebody ever organizes a scooter-racing event around here, I might consider participating. If I do take part in races, wouldn’t that make me a “racist?”


Y’all may be shocked, but I enjoy an occasional movie just like the rest of you mortals. Sometimes I like to escape the boring mundaneness of my life and make believe I’m travelling among the stars hundreds of years in the future, or that I’m reliving history in an era we like to imagine was more exciting than our own.

To fulfill these entertainment “needs,” I tap into the practically inexhaustible resources of Youtube, Hulu or similar sites. Generally speaking, I stick to pre-1965 shows. The reason is that I watch these shows in order to escape from reality, not to have the diversity agenda shoved into my face. I understand that each of us has our point of view, and that this includes writers and producers. That’s all fine and well, but just as I wouldn’t appreciate seeing a McDonalds or a Pepsi product strategically placed in a movie about Genghis  Khan, so too do I not appreciate having token blacks shoved in my face in Gladiator, Thor, The Hobbit and others too numerous to count. Before 1965 or so, movie producers could focus almost exclusively on the story. They weren’t bogged down by the dictates of the diversity cult.

With the exception of background characters (such as in The Hobbit), the token black’s role is carefully scripted. The producers don’t want to be too obviously Afro-centric, or they’ll pay the price at the box-office. But they must include at least one prominent black character – and he (it’s usually a man) must be portrayed in a positive light. Typically, we find him sacrificing himself to save the lives of others.

The 2003 movie Core is typical. In Core, Delroy Lindo plays Ed Brazzelton, in the end:

After some calculations, they decide that by splitting their nuclear weapons into the remaining compartments and jettisoning each at specific distances, they can create a “ripple effect“, where the power of each bomb will push against the blast of the next, generating the needed energy wave. However, because Virgil was not designed to jettison undamaged compartments, the plan requires someone to deactivate a safety switch that is in an area exposed to the extreme temperatures. Brazzelton volunteers and deactivates the switch, dying shortly afterwards.

There are exceptions to this rule. For example, in the movie Unbreakable, the villain is black, while the hero is white. It’s worth noting, however, that Unbreakable was “written, produced, and directed by M. Night Shyamalan.” Shyamalan also wrote, produced and directed The Village, which is clearly pro-white. Since Shyamalan himself is not white, but Indian, he can actually get away with producing an occasional pro-white film – though I’m fairly certain even he has taken some heat for it.

What kind of role will this black man have in Pompeii?


He will speak of his family back in Africa. He will be a victim of oppression, probably having been captured as a slave or gladiator fighter. He’ll be a sympathetic character, providing wisdom to his white friends. In some way, he’ll probably end up a martyr.

Blacks were not unknown in ancient Rome. It would be perfectly acceptable to include one or two black faces in Pompeii, but against the backdrop of Hollywood’s predictable racial policies, the presence of such prominent characters is as distracting as if they’d had a Starbucks on every corner in Pompeii. It’s product-placement, and a stark reminder of TODAY’S politics. It should not be thrust upon us within the context of this historical drama. I wouldn’t be surprised if some black people feel the same way. They too want to experience the story of Pompeii, not to be reminded of racial quotas and the demands of the black lobby.

With the advance of video technology, it’s now possible to create entire movies without using actual human actors. More importantly, this technology is becoming increasingly available to those of us who are not wealthy and powerful. Hopefully, the ranks of those whose minds are free of the diversity cult will produce some talented animators. If so, we’ll be able to enjoy high-quality movies that are not beholden to the rigid racial rules of Hollywood. We can make our own Pompeii – or digitally remove the diversity from the current Pompeii and share it on our own “white market.” The authorities will fume, but there won’t be much they can do about it.


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