‘The Laws of Gods and Men’ is the sixth episode of the fourth season of HBO’s fantasy television series Game of Thrones, and the 36th overall. In the image we see Stannis at the beginning of the episode, at the Iron Bank, asking for money for a new attempt to recover the crown. But the absolutely repulsive thing is that, after that scene, in the spas of Braavos, the director of that episode, Alik Sakharov, has filmed naked blacks, mulattos and swarthy men with very white women, also naked.
If in a previous post I said that Game of Thrones fans were the worst dung since prehistory, it’s precisely due to their lack of rebellion against scenes like this. If white males don’t rebel against the ongoing miscegenation, even what we openly see on the street (such as what I saw a few years ago in London) the race is lost. Ultra-feminist scenes follow with Yara wanting to rescue her brother. But the single scene described above is enough to make me disgusted and reluctant to comment on anything about the rest of the episode.
I don’t think I should have spent my money buying the entire seasons of this series on Blu-ray. But maybe it’s time to say something important.
If there is something that irritates me greatly when watching the videos of the fans on YouTube, it is that some among them seem to know by heart each page that Martin has written with all the subplots, stories that precedes what we saw in Game of Thrones (as we also see in the LOTR appendix from the pen of J.R.R. Tolkien), names, geographic locations and much more.
If the worst generation wasn’t the worst, they would instead know in detail the history of the West, and especially what really happened in World War II.
Fiction has the magic of captivating us. In contrast, the harsh and heartless facts of real life, say what can be read in The Gulag Archipelago, are so disturbing that we tend not to go beyond the first pages. That’s why in the only comment on my new sticky post I keep announcing Goodrich’s book as the first of my required readings. In the real world the bad guys win, as opposed to fiction for the masses.
Next time I’m willing to spend what I spent buying the entire series, instead of some other Jewish-produced stupidity for the worst gentile dung in history I’ll buy David Irving’s books, or Wagner’s operas videos with subtitles to English. But at least there’s something good that came out of this purchase: it forced me to criticise every episode, which I will continue to do until I get to the finale in May.