Booklets, 2

Several years ago, I received several booklets in the post that I had bought from an American distributor. Some time later, I wrote on the blank pages of the following booklet (my Spanish-English translation):

After all this time, I am returning to reading these booklets because only now have I matured enough to criticise this naive NS who was never openly anti-Christian. Note that I am not criticising Hitler, but the German people who had to write these politically correct things so as not to break completely with tradition.

But I am having second thoughts. I think I should first read Richard Weikart’s book on Hitler’s anti-Christianity and only then return to these booklets. Otherwise, it’s like putting the cart before the horse.

The fact is that the Nazis Lite [who wrote it] weren’t like Hitler. Perhaps my new series should be titled “NS Lite 1,” “NS Lite 2,” etc., after reading Richard’s book.

In stark contrast to what I said today in the thread whose article features a nightmarish drawing by degenerate Swiss artist H.R. Giger, in this booklet we read:

What We Find Beautiful—That is Race!

There were once strange people in Germany. Their slogan was—and in the jewized Anglo-Saxon world it is still screamed at the top of the lungs—the assertion of the equality of everything that bears a human face. These strange preachers, erring lunatics and intentional liars, should have marched with us, when we entered the ghettos of Lublin and Warsaw, or when we drove together the first black prisoners in the west! Then these equalisers would have had the right material for observation, and we would have gladly allowed them to voluntarily mix into the ranks of their crooked-nosed, flat-footed “brothers” or among the thick-lipped Negroes. That such thinking could ever find any place at all among our folk, is because within a clan many really consider it a coincidence, if the children come into the world sometimes black-haired, sometimes blond-haired, sometimes tall, sometimes short, sometimes slender, sometimes chubby. Even our peasants, who are refined breeders of farm animals with precise knowledge of breeds of domestic animals, appear to have forgotten everything within their own home and think human breeding is nonsense, if not immoral.

It has already been a success that the concept of race is expressed in our folklore at all.

But long is still the path to the implementation of the consequences that must be derived from the scientific knowledge for all and each individual.

And it is ever more difficult to affirm the working of the laws of race in those spheres that appear to be so far removed from the physical-external that they are considered a private matter. And even if the equality of the countenance is no longer believed, many still want to think that men are the same when it comes down to feelings, love, aversion, beauty and justice. [pages 7-8]

Although I read the passage in the printed booklet whose image we see above, to avoid typing I copied and pasted this passage from Renegade Tribune (specifically, here). I’ve known about that site for a long time and love that they put Goodrich’s Hellstorm at the top. But until today, I didn’t know that Renegade Tribune has excellent NS material, including links to Bitchute of our Führer’s after-dinner talks. The booklet continues:

Many Folks—Nonetheless One Ideal!

When, for example, the soil of the ancient world, hence the Hellenic-Roman folks of the time two thousand years ago, today reveals marble statues, then it is as if one of our brothers, indeed the best looking one, is there chiselled into stone. Only a few externalities of the ancient figures seem strange to us, but without hesitation we take them as paradigms, and for centuries the German world, lacking it own supreme masterpieces, admired the Greek artworks as an ideal […].

The word “race” gives the key to the explanation. And if we had nothing more about the Greek works of art, no text and nothing written—from these portrayals we could see they were men of Nordic blood, immigrants and descendants of the great tribe that even today still fills our land with its blood.

Among our Germanic ancestors, it was the opposite. Their artworks, presumably carved in wood, have long since perished in the damp German soil. But here the witness of the fairy tales, sagas and heroic songs speaks a clear language. Where beauty and manliness are portrayed there, we read the adjectives “strong, tall and blond”. Women are praised because of the shimmering white of their skin, their tenderness and the rose colour of their cheecks. The kindly goddess of Germanic man, the older example of “our dear wives”, is Berchta, whose name downright means the “light one”, the “radiant one”. [pages 9-10]

But on that same page 10 and the next, we see a monocausal slant: mentioning Jewry, but not Judeo-Christianity which has rammed the Jew’s dick down the white throat (see Giger’s drawing). Although Renegade Tribune does acknowledge the Christian Question, it doesn’t present it as the primary source of Western decline.

In the next chapter of the booklet we see a beautiful poem, although translated from German into English something must be lost. It seems to portray in verse what I have conveyed on this site in images with the paintings of Parrish and other artists:

So sings Walther von der Vogelweide:

Sweetened through and flowered are the pure women:
There was never anything so blissful to look at
In the skies, nor on the earths, nor in all the green pastures.
Where one sees a beautiful woman, that can moisten sad disposition.
And dissolves everything sorrowful at the same hour,
When her sweet, red mouth dearly laughs in love,
And rays shoot from plating eyes into the base of the man’s heart.

This reminds me of an afterthought attributed to David Lane about the second 14 words: that female beauty turned out to be a lie. That’s relative. It’s only a lie when it comes to the millions of Pod women mentioned in my comment on “Damn Christians.” But it is not a lie if we reinstate patriarchy to the extent of transvaluing Woke values to the world of Jane Austen in terms of sexual morality. “Women are automatons,” a friend just told me. I would add that they would behave only if men reclaimed their manhood (something I will discuss in one of my next comments on Breaking Bad).

On the next page of the booklet’s poem, we see a reproduction of an image of the Virgin Mary in Freiburg Cathedral as an example of nobility of soul. True, but let us remember that the Church only allowed this type of artistic eulogy to Aryan women in the context that they were Semites: something false insofar as those Christians didn’t know what the kikes of first-century Palestine looked like! The editors of the booklet do not seem to have realised that their POV was ambivalent, and even less did they know that after 1945 the Semitic side would triumph decisively over the Aryan, to such an extent that the body of the Aryan woman is now only venerated in a culture that thoroughly degrades it.

In a blank space in this booklet that I read years ago, I wrote:

In my post, I will say that Richard Wagner was a stepping stone. And so were these booklets: another stone from Christianity to ancient paganism.

I do not criticise them, because it was natural to convince the German people step by step. Now, in The West’s Darkest Hour, only the ultimate truth must be told.

As far as the stepping stone is concerned, I was referring to my metaphor of crossing back the psychological Rubicon to Greco-Roman values.