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Our Alamo
Against
The Jewish New World Order
By
Mike James
23 December 2009
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Why do I fight against all the odds, knowing that, one day, they
shall eventually destroy me? I fight because I cannot countenance my
living as a slave. Thus fought the men of Alamo, true
European-American heroes, each of whom knew he would die in a
perhaps vainglorious attempt to defend the American People from the
servitude of a tyrannical Foreign Entity, despite the treachery of
their own government. They had pitifully little in the way of food
and their munitions were severely depleted. They hailed from
disparate denominations and European cultural backgrounds, and some
of them had even fought one another in a feuding capacity. But what
united them was this: They had faith in the American People and
their Provider. They had the courage of lions and hearts of gold.
They possessed True Grit. And although they were massacred to a man
by an army at least 100-times more powerful than they, they won a
stupendous empirical and moral victory. Deserted and disowned by the
Federal Government, these incredibly brave men of a Leaderless
Resistance achieved one of the most astonishing victories in the
history of Mankind for Freedom against Tyranny. They laid down their
lives so that their children could live in Liberty. Let us never
forget the defiant spirit of the Alamo, and those who died so that
we should remain free. – (Michael James, 12-23-9)
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Whenever I am confronted with the full-bodied nakedness of an
Anglo-Saxon, Celtic or other true-blooded European woman, I see the
living signature of a Truly Universal God who made it his intention,
trillions of years ago, to create and sustain art and beauty on this
otherwise corrupted planet in the most delightful form imaginable.
After all, we, who are of ancestral European-American descent were
lovingly made in the image of the True Creator, not the Evil god of
the ‘Jews’. How could He, who came to warn us as a man against the
lies of the Edomites and their future mimics, the Ashkenazim, ever
throw forth to one side the sword that was smelted and sharpened in
the Love of Truth and desert his beloved children in their hour of
greatest need?
For now, that ‘hour of need’ is almost upon us.
We have been taught to be ashamed of pride in our own kind. If
you’re Jewish, ‘aboriginal’, Tibetan, or a UN-designated member of
an ethnic minority disgustingly opening your bowels from the
uppermost reaches of trees deep in the Amazon, your ‘uniqueness’ is
not only openly celebrated and trumpeted to the highest of heavens;
you also receive largesse well beyond the remit of the world’s
fastest shrinking endangered species: Ancestral Europeans. As they
say: “All of your taxes belong to us.” And what does not rightfully
belong to them, they, the Zionist Jews, shall eventually steal or
convert into un-repayable loans exacting blood-sucking rates of
interest.
The sad irony is that we are now the true minority. By the end of
this century, Ancestral Europeans (white people) will, according the
Satanic United Nations’ own statistics, represent less than seven
percent of the world’s population. By means of the Jewish engineered
usurious bust-and-boom cycle that robs millions of us of our
hard-earned pensions, savings and purchasing power, fully in
accordance with the Kondratieff Cycle, the Jewish-Freemasonic elites
have always succeeded in bringing to ruin every third generation of
creative, ingenious and hard-working Americans and Ancestral
Europeans.
I’m not what you could describe as a typical ‘survivalist’. Living
from one week to the next on a meagre invalidity pension for a
vaccine injury administered in 1993, a (temporary) leg infirmity,
life-long sleep apnoea and periodic bouts of acute and introspective
depression, I shall be amongst the first to starve when the economy
goes hyper-inflationary.
Don’t get me wrong. I have always worked my knuckles to the bone,
even at the expense of my own health. I have paid untold thousands
of pounds and euros into the tax and medical insurance system. I
never claimed unemployment benefits, even when I was entitled to do
so. I have always worked. I could have endeavoured to play the ‘Jew’
and blame the world for my ‘misfortune’. But I’m an old-fashioned
Englishman, and I chose not be a victim, but a victor. My default
mode is that of a fighter, a survivor.
However, in common with many of us who find ourselves with our chins
to the floor in Corporate-Socialist Germany (a Zionist police state
that serves only to provide usurious revenues to the ever-swelling
numbers of “I hid in a chimney for almost four years” so-called
‘holocaust survivors’), I possess in my cellar no stocks, no
weaponry and no secure shelter against the Zionist-Bolshevik
firestorm that is about to rain down upon us.
But I’m one of the lucky ones.
Each day, I see physically enabled (yet terribly distraught) and
proud men over the age of 50 rummage, usually by stealth of
darkness, through the garbage skips outside of my estate. They’re
looking for stale bread, half-eaten Pizzas, and empty bottles which
can be fed into a machine at the local supermarket for a 15-cent
returnable deposit. All of these men are German.
One day, I decided to sit with one such man on a park-bench next to
a bowling alley that adjoins the field that lies like an ever-green
virgin of manicured nature tempting all within her gaze to make the
long walk through the wooded and ancient Philosophenweg (Path of
Philosophers) that leads to Bad Homburg.
I offered him a cigarette, which he willingly accepted.
“You look terribly thin,” I told him. “May I offer you something to
eat – perhaps a Bratwurstbrötchen (hotdog) and some Bratkartoffeln
(fried chips) at the Metzgerei, the local butchers.”
The man did not reply, but continued, as if it were the oxygen of
his life, to draw down deep upon the cigarette I had given him.
Presently, he replied: “Ach, nein. I have no need for food. I can
always find everything I require. I have very keen eyes.”
I remembered that I had 40 euros at home, sufficient enough to buy
this old hero tobacco enough to last for at least three days, and I
put the offer to him.
“Du bist Engländer, oder?”
“Yes, I’m an Englishman,” I replied. “A Geordie born on the banks of
the River Tyne.”
“Wie alt bist du?” he enquired.
“I’m still only 49-years-old, but will turn fifty in just a few
months. December 20.”
The old man turned to me and said: “Your German is excellent, young
man. Do not offer me handouts, for I am too old and too proud to
accept them. I was once a professor at Frankfurt University, and I
choose to retain my dignity as such.”
He fell into a long, reflective and strangely sad silence, watching
a hapless old lady foul her parting shot by at least three yards.
Then, quite suddenly, the old boy raised himself to his feet and
gently placed his right hand on my head.
“Speak for me,” he managed to whisper, almost all strength gone from
his voice and with tears in his eyes.
Then he grabbed me firmly by the shoulders in a half-embrace and
said with the vigour of a man whose voice counts for nothing in the
Soviet, Jewish-controlled Federal Republic of Germany: “Speak for
all of us!”
And then he was gone.
I have no idea as to his whereabouts. But I do know this: He could
be you; he could be me. He may be all of us tomorrow.
He is every inch an Ancestral European. He is a homeless American or
an unemployed European worker sleeping in a back alley crammed with
midnight junkies whose drug supplies are ensured by NATO troops who
have re-opened the mass production of heroin with the assistance of
their ‘allies’ in Afghanistan, or have, by means of complicit
arrangements with South American cocaine gangsters, and the drug
syndicates run out of Tel Aviv who work unceasingly to flood the
‘street market’ open to youngsters with a ready supply of ‘white
powder’, ‘Ecstasy’ and other brain-destroying drugs.
In the mind of the System, the ‘old man’ I met, probably just a
little older than I, is a nobody. He is ‘white trash’.
Yet it was a tiny formation of independently minded ‘white trash’
that defeated one of the largest and formidable armies ever
assembled.
The Alamo should forever remain in our consciousness as an exemplar
of the courage of ordinary men who, knowing they would surely die,
will never go down on their knees to dictatorship and worship
imperialist Mammon or the Satanic Jewish New World Order.
James Bowie, hugely charismatic and popular, was elected by the
defenders to be their leader. Following an unusually long
drinking-binge and several nights of whoring in Béxar, Bowie agreed
to share his responsibilities with William B. Travis.
On March 5, General William Travis, prior to the four-week onslaught
that astonished the powerful Mexican artillerists, cavaliers and
heavily-armed infantrymen, inspected the dishevelled, contentious,
argumentative, half-starved and outgunned voluntary, freelance
rebels who assembled before him. They were without firewood and
slept beneath straw under temperatures approximating 4-degrees
Celsius. They comprised the alcoholic yet fearsomely brave scrapper
and ‘insurgent’ James Bowie and the hard-drinking womaniser Davy
Crockett.
Travis drew a line in the sand of the Alamo and said [paraphrased
from multiple sources]: “Cross this line and die with me. Fail to do
so and you shall return, not in disgrace or in ignominy, but with my
blessings, to the safety of your own families.”
Every patriotic American crossed the line. The only one who held
back and disappeared in a flash was (allegedly) a Jew.
Travis was amongst the first to die, and the Mexicans, having blown
gaping holes through three critical junctures to the south wall of
the Alamo, assumed that the fight would be over within a day. But
James Bowie vowed: “No surrender!”
After four weeks of breathtaking resilience and undying resistance,
Mexican cannoneers destroyed the north wall and stormed the Alamo
expecting all survivors to surrender on the spot. Davy Crockett
fought to the death armed only with an empty-leaded rifle, others
fought with bricks loosened by artillery fire, and James Bowie,
having sustained twelve bayonet attacks on his person, died fighting
with his famous knife. His body was found alongside seventeen dead
Mexican invaders.
The stragglers, the last of the brave, confronted by an entire
regiment of men who had been ordered, in the same fashion as the
edicts handed out to the Palestinian-murdering Israeli Defence
Force, resisted by fighting with their bare fists. There were no
survivors.
Legend has it that the conquering Mexican general, Santa Anna, was
so overwhelmed by the courage of this small band of fiercely
independent rebels, that he went down on his knees and cried for
their bravery.
The Alamo against a Jewish New World Order, the Leaderless
Resistance in Europe, is growing in strength daily. Observing the
essential rule that no human being should ever be harmed or injured,
furtive attacks on the institutions of the State, parasitic
investment centres, Jewish-owned banks, and symbols of Zionist
power, lone wolves have the authorities in a panic. Thus, for fear
of inspiring a popular revolt, few of these pro-human attacks are
reported by the mainstream German media. There’s a dictatorial
blackout on a silent national revolution. The Parasitic Elites are
running scared.
But a thousand tiny bonfires doth an inferno make. The flames are
not yet visible; but within less than two years they shall light up
our chemtrailed skies that will be seen from continent to continent.
Within the hearts of each and every woman, there exists an Alamo:
something deep down inside of you that tells you to resist the lies
of Zionism, International Socialism, the NATO War Machine, the
Jewish Federal Reserve’s daylight robbery of the American and
British people, Nostradamus’ Black Pope (Barack Obama), the official
9-11 report, and the lobby pushing the myth of Global Warming (now
neuro-linguistically renamed ‘Climate Change’).
Let’s take an incisive and radical look at ourselves as Americans,
English, Scots, Welsh, Irish, Cornish, Europeans, Canadians,
Australians, and New Zealanders. We have nothing of which to be
ashamed; and everything of which to be proud.
Let us no longer entertain or even countenance the idea of ‘white
guilt’, for it was we, and we alone, who, from the beginning of
time, brought order, culture and civilisation into a world devoid of
real thinking human beings.
This I saw with my own eyes throughout a journalistic three-month
stay in Kenya, during which time I worked desperately to unite all
of the in-fighting oppositional forces to arraign and execute the
Zionist puppet President Moi, whose most favoured form of torture
was to imprison a dissident in a cell filled with warm water and
leave him for weeks without any nourishment until, from sheer
hunger, he was forced to eat his own water-logged, rotting flesh. I
also became accustomed to seeing, arbitrarily executed by the police
on even the merest suspicion of theft or the non-observance of
curfew laws, dead children covered in flies, lying for hours by the
side of the street until a local (white-skinned) Catholic or
Protestant priest insisted upon the immediate attentions of the
almost non-existent ambulance services.
In 1997 I was approached by a group of well-educated young men in
August House (Kenya’s Parliament), supporters of Raila Odinga (now
the current Prime Minister of Kenya who, in September 1997,
eventually connived at my assassination far from the suburbs of
Nairobi), and was asked, “Mr Mike, just one letter of commendation
from you would help us find refuge in Europe, for the British
Nationality Department has always accepted your testimonials as
objective character assessments. Please get us out.”
My reply was this: “You must learn not to depend on so-called
wealthy nations to support a collapsing infrastructure that was
perfect in every respect until we ‘evil’ British colonialists
transferred power to Kenyatta. If you, as intelligent, young and
educated Kenyans run away from the country that was yours as of
birthright, and if you fail to stand your ground and fight for an
independent and prosperous nation, your families and your future
children shall despise you as cowards. I shall, only under the most
extreme of exigencies (many anti-regime critics who were authors and
poets had their fingers surgically removed) write letters of
commendation to the immigration authorities. You must fight, and,
even if that means losing your life, at least it was a life worth
living.”
I told them about the story of the Alamo, and they were impressed.
“The government,” I told them, “encourages violent resistance
because it gives them an excuse to legislate into law all manner of
oppressive measures that will emasculate your ability to fight back
against the system. But, should it ever become necessary to defend
yourselves, your families and your country against the financial
rape of the International Jewish Bankers who have sequestered almost
every natural wealth-making resource with which the True Creator
blessed Kenya, then fight. But if you choose to fight, do so with
the best attack weapons available and the most superlative strategic
and tactical advice on hand. A national revolution, if efficiently
deployed, saves lives. A civil war engenders years of misery,
poverty, instability and untold deaths. If Odinga, your leader and
my ex-friend and enemy, had only listened to me, you would now be
free. It would have taken less than 48 hours. Grow up and be men,
not boys: for victory does not belong to the strong, but to the
swift.”
I lost my patience with the Kenyan elite. I ‘reccied’ the television
centre in Nairobi, spent ten minutes talking to the two rifled
policemen on guard duty, asked them when they chose to sleep,
swapped jokes about the fickleness of women, offered them whisky at
a discount, made them laugh, swapped cigarettes, learned as to where
they lived, and ascertained the nature of their shift hours. I
convinced them I was an architect and had one of them help me make a
surveillance plan of the entire building. He even gave me a map. I
had it all figured.
I purchased several cans of CS gas (for I did not wish to harm in
any way the two underpaid troopers who saw me as a friend), decided
on the best way to block all side entrances, pre-prepared a series
of PPT photographs of dissidents forced to eat their own flesh, and
convinced my former military helpers to join me at eight o’clock in
the evening to exact a double-whammy: a revolution from the ‘bottom’
and a military coup d’état from the ‘top’. Having worked for almost
a decade in the London media, and being a bit of a charmer, I knew
that the staff of the state-monopolist KTV would cooperate with me.
One man turned up at the designated time and said that everyone
respected my plan but was afraid of my ‘passionate volatility’. They
were terrified. Yet, I had always told them: “I’m only the spark;
not the fire.” In all reality, being cowards, they were afraid even
of their own shadows. Had I drunk a bottle of Scotch that evening
and found the strength to shutter-off the exit-points with the huge
slabs of concrete we had managed to conceal just yards away from
strategically viable escape routes, I would (and could) have done it
all by myself. I sat there for ten minutes and considered my chances
of success. Without the [unnamed] Air Force general by my side, I
knew that I would never succeed in effecting a bloodless patriotic,
anti-globalist revolution.
So I quit. I refuse to help those who do not posses the courage and
wherewithal to help themselves.
I am, over twelve years later, similarly pained and aggrieved that
the American, French and British governments have not decided to
point all of their nuclear missiles in the direction of Tel Aviv,
despite the fact that Israel has admitted to having every single one
of her nukes targeted at every European and American city?
Blackmail, anyone? No wonder every newly-elected American President
cannot wait to ensconce, as deeply as possible, his tongue deep into
the anal recesses of every passing Jewish-Zionist asshole.
Israel, is an illegal Mafia state. It is a criminally barbarous
Bolshevik entity that collectively celebrates, religiously and
otherwise, the mass slaughter of Goyim (mostly Christians) and the
real people of Celtic Judea, the Palestinians, one of whose
foremothers brought Jesus into this world. The so-called ‘Jews’ who
currently occupy former Palestine aren’t even Semites. Their
forefathers raped goats and cows for shits and giggles some 1200
years ago in the far reaches of sub-Mongolia. They birthed the gypsy
race, an inbred clan of natural thieves and tricksters. They hail
from disparate regions in Asia Minor. They are not ‘Jews’. They are
impostors. Pretenders. Thieves, murderers and liars.
How should we treat this race (and they admit that ‘Judaism’, an
anti-Christ demonic religion, is based upon racialist criteria and
not upon religious integrity)? A One-State solution, would, in my
eyes offer the best solution. The very last thing I wish to
experience in the waning years of my life is to see millions of
money-grubbing, litigious, parasitic, hook-nosed Israelis land on my
doorstep in Germany begging for preferential treatment. The
alternative is Lady Renouf’s proposal to send them all back to Asia
Minor.
If you read the Bible very carefully, God admits to having made a
monumental blunder: the creation of this anti-human race, the
Edomites (and later the Ashkenazim) who, together, for the sake of
biblical simplicity, collectively became known as the ‘Jews’ (not to
be confused with Celtic Judeans or Judahites). God despised them. He
hated them with a vengeance. Like all brilliant computer programmers
he tried to delete these Trojan horses, viruses and assorted malware
from the face of the Earth. Really, God has used systems far more
advanced than ‘Steganos Erase’ to free us of these contaminants. But
they have a subsystem ‘rootkit tendency’: always creeping back again
to infect God’s perfect Operating System.
One year after ‘Operation Cast Lead’, during which the American
taxpayer subsidised the supply and delivery of 850 tonnes of
flesh-eating white phosphorous that reduced healthy little
Palestinian children into mummified corpses, a sign is stolen from
Auschwitz, which was one of the best resourced labour camps for
non-patriotic Germans that boasted some of the world’s best
recreational and health facilities. How fucking convenient. How
timely. Goddamn those nasty, horrible Hitlerites!
And yet we all know that the Ashkenazim used this ruse to solicit
sympathy at a time when the world is finally awakening to their
unending tirade of lies and obsessively self-centred
psychopathology. Out with the violins and let us light candles unto
the eternal suffering of this uniquely untouchable race that has
stolen every penny, cent and dime from the day we were born.
Fiddlers on the hoof.
Hey, look this way and that. It’s all about us. We are Jewish. Our
‘unique suffering’ is now the world’s religion. We, whose
forefathers never set foot upon Palestinian soil, are the Chosen
amongst all others; and don’t forget it: we control your money
supply, your media, your publishing houses, your education system,
your medical services, your pharmaceutical companies, your
judiciary, your film industry, your airwaves, your television
channels, your music industry, your defence budgets, your
intelligence agencies and each and every one of your governments.
We, the Ashkenazim-Freemasonic Jews control the minds of your
children, and any criticism levelled against us is brutally punished
by statutes existent within international law, though we ourselves
give not the slightest fuck for any resolution weighed against us in
any foreign court of jurisprudence. We laugh at you. You are putty
in our hands. You are gormless, dumbed-down, stupefied white-shit
believing anything we tell you.
Oh, and by the way, we have nukes pointed at all of your capital
cities. Clever little bastards, ain’t we? We have the world by the
balls. You will never be anything more than white trash.
White trash?
They’ve forgotten the Alamo.
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Mike James, an English patriot, is a blacklisted former freelance
journalist resident in Zionist-occupied Germany since 1992 with
additional long-haul stays in East Africa, Poland and Switzerland.
He advocates a Leaderless Resistance to destroy the Soviet European
Union and is surreptitiously working towards a free and independent
England.
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Further reading:
Artfully enhanced renditions of all of Michael James’ post-2007
writings:
http://gnosticliberationfront.com/mike_james_page.htm
A complete archive of all of Mike James’ post-2002 writings:
http://thetruthseeker.co.uk/columnist.asp?ID=25
The Jeff Rense Michael James archives:
http://rense.com/Datapages/mikejamesdat.htm
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