From NFL films seduction of slow motion display against compelling music, to… mass sports fan cuckoldry – mesmerized in adulation of dramatic episodic display, riveted to momentary action, fast twitching muscle fibers and brute strength …at the expense of our profound genetic patterns, the social capital which has indeed, been built of our sublimation beyond momentary and episodic display.
Kermit Alexander’s punt return for nearly a touchdown suddenly crystallized several factors of my burgeoning masculine identity (I was only 9) and bonded it strongly with the Los Angeles Rams in a moment on Monday Night, October 26th 1970.
I was not completely oblivious to the fact that he was black nor even entirely without trepidation for the long term implications of siding with blacks – just a few years before it was Malcolm X who said that blacks were going to rule me, which of course I did not want – there were the black riots which burned Newark and killed some dozens in 1967; and there were the “chocolate nurses”, whom I naturally did not identify with, and did not like, but surrounded me in the hospital when I was admitted for my tonsillectomy.
Oh, perhaps I exaggerate the exhilaration, elation and importance of this moment of Monday Night Football, under the spotlights which gleamed off the Rams and Vikings cool, streaking helmets, but I think not – even though it was but one moment and episode among a mass of factors which would misguide me for a few teenage years into mis-identification. I was devastated that the Rams were stopped in that episode on the goal line against the Vikings – The Vikings, who had been to the prior Super Bowl. But I was now hopeful and determined that “we” could play with them – and furious that my parents made me go to bed; miserable to wake up to find the Rams lost.
The Vietnam war, where men were expected to die, feminism, that blamed men for everything, my family’s communicologial craziness and what was already society’s (((the media and academia’s))) anti-White prohibition against White identity, its crowning of blacks as what we now call the “untouchables” and Jews as taboo to even privately wonder critically about, let alone openly criticize.. some context and it was quite difficult for a boy hard programmed to like girls: yeah, I was starting to like girls, but of course not wanting to be deterministically beholden, at this point, to this situation – with all this context going against my identity and the need by contrast to identify with people who were on my side and who’d fight hard; given the hostility of my family and society, I needed some socially sanctioned identity, on my side, with those who’d fight.
This was the only clear expression – in fact, a dramatic expression of masculine aggression and identity and a way to demonstrate the fact that I was not a homo.
It is something of a challenge to provide alternatives to young White boys to the visual appeal and action of sports like football which blacks can do well (similar as the challenge of black musical ability and audio appeal, of a kind, more broadly, it even has some addictive properties).
NFL Films were a significant part of constructing a riveting identity, i.e., my entrancement into undue sports rooting in my teenage years.
This Week in The NFL game review of a Rams vs Niners game in 1973 features some compelling Sam Spence tunes that I could not find as independent pieces on Youtube.
I would remain fiercely loyal to my side and could not tolerate losing, even though the Vikings always got the best of them in the playoffs – and in excruciating manner.
In the 1974 playoffs, not only did White Rams fans suffer the indignation of having their team headed by one of the first black quarterbacks (And I didn’t like it. Quarterback, the helm leader, was always a firmly White position), but they snatched defeat from the jaws of victory against the Vikings, again thwarted at the goal line.
The Rams had a first down on the Vikings’ one-yard line at the time. The penalty made it second and six, but quarterback James Harris threw an interception into the end zone on the next play and the Vikings eventually won, 14-10.
The Rams had gone 99 yards and produced no points! We lose by 4 points.
The Viking curse.
In 1976 the Rams got thwarted on the goal-line in the playoffs against the Vikings once again.
In the 1976 playoffs, the Rams returned to the dreaded frozen north for another NFC title game. The temperature at kickoff was nine degrees.
The cold didn’t seem to bother the Rams, who drove smartly down to the one-yard line, but then their luck—and maybe their confidence—froze. Knox sent wide receiver Ron Jessie on an end-around to the right, where Jessie was met at the goal line by a pack of purple defenders.
“He scored on the play,” McCutcheon said. “I saw the ball over the (goal) line, in the end zone. They spotted the ball like on the one-inch line.”
The Rams had cause to feel an ominous chill at that moment.
“We still had a couple of more plays to get the ball in,” McCutcheon said. “I think he (Knox) called a quarterback sneak with (Pat) Haden and some other play I can’t remember. …That was really disappointing because we were one inch from the goal line, and that was the year we were running the ball so well—25-Lead, 44-Lead. I thought at that time we would certainly want to get the ball to one of our backs—preferably myself.
“I couldn’t believe the quarterback sneak. So (on fourth down) we decided to go for the field goal, and they block it and take it back 99 yards.”
Actually, it was only 90, but old Rams still have nightmares of Viking Bobby Bryant scooping up Tom Dempsey’s aborted field goal attempt and racing toward the other end of the field. Jack Youngblood was so heartsick after the game that he couldn’t talk—literally couldn’t talk—for 15 minutes.
While in 1976 the Rams had to contend with the meteorological frustration of Minnesota’s bitter cold, surprisingly, on the home turf in 1977…
The “Mudbowl” of 1977 stuck the erstwhile viable Rams in mud and loss to the Vikings yet again.
In culmination of the 1979 season, the Rams finally made it to the Super Bowl and might have upset the Steelers to be champions…
…to be champions if Vince Ferragamo spotted wide open wide receiver, Billy Waddy, for a go-ahead touchdown pass. Instead, he focused on the other side of the field and threw into a crowd and was intercepted by the Steelers Jack Lambert.
Despite the “heartbreaking” loss on the precipice again, I moved past disappointment in minutes, having by this time matured enough and gain in personal identity through college matriculation.
Although this Rams Superbowl team of the 1979 season was still exactly half White and there would remain enough White players on the team through the 80’s for the absurdity of this pseudo-identity to not pique my consciousness, by the late 80’s incidents of black athletes taking White women, including choice ones, was enough to make me swear off attendance to football in any manner. It had sunk in. I didn’t want to be part of the meme that we didn’t have yet, cuckoldry.
The legacy of sportsfanship (the costumed fan images come from this site):
Adrian Peterson: Typical black behavior.
Peterson is also the father of Ashley Doohen’s murdered mudlet.
Darren Sharper: Typical black behavior
How did our people get to the level of sports cuckoldry where we are now, with N.F.L. teams being mostly black and stands packed with fans in attendance almost all White?
Although I had sense enough to get off early enough, returning to my own adolescent captivation by the train before I disembarked probably gives some clues…
So lets continue with the topic of sportsfanship, how we might illustrate and redirect the illusionary escape of illusionary observational objectivity and diversionary identity. It’s an important matter, leading to a cuckold identity if, as a habit, not broken (thankfully, I did).
NFL Films were a significant part of constructing a riveting identity, i.e., my entrancement into undue sports rooting in my teenage years.
Furthermore, by examining the romanticizing and compelling role that NFL Films play in identity creation, we might be able to take a few of its ideas for the building of our own identity creation.
So let’s examine the films a little more to see what could lure one into sports enthusiasm during teen years and beyond. It can parlay into a fanaticism that we could rather use to fight on behalf of our own peoples.
N.F.L. Film’s style captured attention with Yoshi Kishi’s editing, John Facenda’s narration and Sam Spence’s music.
Film Editor Yoshi Kishi was the one who set the style for N.F.L. Films, revolutionizing their film structure and how they organize shots …and he knew nothing about football.
Yoshi was already a legend of editing, however.
In fact, the documentary discusses inception and crystallization of N.F.L Films dramatization..
But while NFL Films served to seduce, corrupt and divert my identity for some time from better pursuits, it is also worth talking about how we might perhaps use some of its techniques to deploy to our cause.
At least it was something that people were paying attention to. It was not merely the moment when Kermit Alexander’s fast twitching muscle fibers sprinted toward the end zone ..it was that and much more..
Click here for classic editing scene.
Note also the irony that the brunette actress who plays Joe Pesci’s wife was brutally stabbed by a stalker in real life a few years later.
Samuel Lloyd Spence (Mar 29, 1927 – Feb 6, 2016) was an American soundtrack composer best known for his work with NFL Films. His work has also been on the EA Sports Madden NFL football videogames and many football-related commercials.
Biography
A former University of Southern California music instructor living and working in Munich, Spence was hired in 1966 to score the mini-documentaries that conveyed National Football League highlights and personalities to fans in the network-television era. Spence’s music cues combined with the baritone voice of John Facenda to remarkable artistic effect, creating the now trademark style of sports highlights videos of the NFL. Spence, together with Steve Sabol and the NFL Films crew, can arguably be credited with a significant role in making American football the most popular professional sport in the U.S.
Initially, Mahlon Merrick was asked to provide scores for NFL Films. A friend of Spence, Merrick asked Spence to help in the recording sessions. “Mahlon had written marches,” said Spence. “Toward the end of that recording session, I stuck in a couple of different pieces –my own orchestral compositions with strings and woodwinds, more like a Hollywood film score. It turned out they were Sabol’s favorites and he offered me a three-year contract to write, conduct, and produce NFL Films’ music.”
In Germany, Spence wrote several TV soundtracks with Hani Chamseddine, e.g., for the Francis Durbridge thriller “Wie ein Blitz”. After his retirement in 1990, he returned to Munich. He achieved unexpected fame in 1998 with the success of a CD compilation entitled The Power and the Glory: The Original Music & Voices Of NFL Films. Spence died at a Lewisville, Texas nursing center on February 6, 2016, at the age of 88.[2]
N.F.L. Films style made football America’s game, first by capturing the attention with Yoshi Kishi who contributed his innovative editing technique, then adding John Facenda’s deep voiced, stern narration and culminated by Sam Spence’s riveting music: With slow motion, fast motion, varied shots, bustling action and music, music of burley combat, “Sunday With Soul” – that music so compelling to the emotions of a kid who wants his identity ultimately dramatized, with march to battle, ranging from bawdy to the toughest, most earnest, manly American quest, epoch exhilaration, to dark, grim, wide ranging venture, and heartbreaking sympathy, “The game that got away” – while husky voiced narrators, John Facenda and Pat Summerall embellished the seriousness of it all. The music here, during minute 1:12 – 2:20, as background to a Redskins – Eagles game, is particularly intriguing: here it is by itself – “Undercover Man” – one of my favorite among these Sam Spence and William Loose tunes. “The Horse” was not included among N.F.L. Films songs, but was/is a marching band staple along the sidelines of high school games that achieves much of the same sentimental effect. And there was that Monday Night Football intro music…another compelling tune to add to the collection – second 017.
The coaches, adults, enter the the Coliseum accompanied by music invoking grim determination to underscore the deadly seriousness of the contest.
In wonderland escape of sunny southern California, by the floodlights of fabled Hollywood, manly battle took place in cool uniforms..
The timing had something to do with it, sure. As I’ve said elsewhere, the early 1970’s were a time when the Vietnam war was ending, the relaxed communal sense of Being being extended to White men was giving way to feminism – could be rabid, White man hating, feminism. My older sister was a cold feminist, when not a searing hot feminist, when not a disconcertingly light, breezy and trivializing feminist; my mother, when not having some sort of catharsis for herself through a breakdown and drinking, was usually hostile; if you knew my father, you could have some sense of why she was that way. I’m over that, and its not my point to complain, but to state the fact of why I needed some vicarious identity – which could neither so easily be had with my family nor with my (((diverse, multicultural society and its programs of forced integration.)))
OK, so, I was ripe for some escapism and masculine aggressive identification – a quasi serious thing, treated seriously by adults.
At the same time, through programs of school “integration”, by the school year of 1970 my homeroom teacher was black, and there were plenty of blacks in the integrated class of my local elementary school. But in 1971-72, the integration program bused me to Nishuane, a mostly black school – and a nightmare.
Again, this wasn’t long after Malcolm X declared that “the Honorable Elijah Muhammad said that the black man would rule” and not long after the black race riots in 1967 burned the nearby town where I was born, Newark; while it was taboo to take an identitarian stance against even saying anything about that, even then.
Though I hadn’t liked baseball to that point, found it boring, when turning the TV channels in an idle moment after coming home from that black school in September 1971, I stopped on a Yankees game just long enough to repeat what I heard a fan from the crowd shout – “hit a home run, Bobby!” Surprisingly enough Bobby Murcer and I had the same kind of adrenaline rush as I did with the Kermit Alexander punt return… this rush leading me into the pseudo objectivity and the soothing reliability of baseball statistics; but still there was something even more immediately mainlining into the older parts of the brain via the sports thing of NFL films.
I’m sure this kind of thing hooked many a kid, not just me.
In this I got a program, maybe what we’d now call a site, to identify with the venting of my spleen, my rage, will to action, to run, to identify with a tribe, to bask in the glory and to identify with, well, actually, White guys…..and we could share in widespread appreciation that was not forthcoming, personally, i.e., whereas we might otherwise not be given much support in identity (((to say the least))). In this quasi-identity, with our masculine strength alone and mere uniforms distinguishing teams [the players did not even come from the towns that “they played for!”] we could at least assimilate fighting for an identity together, not against our own – quite unlike my family, my (((American society))) and my Europe.
“The fearsome foursome”, Deacon Jones, Merlin Olsen …the cool uniforms, winning ways, Roman Gabriel, exotic Los Angeles. I could identify fiercely with them. On Monday night, October 24 1970, my parents let me stay up late….almost..I got to see Kermit Alexander’s exhilarating punt return….the Rams were stopped on the goal line just before halftime. I was broken hearted, but optimistic that they could play the Vikings, they could win. I didn’t want to be torn away from the TV but my parents would not let me stay up..
That moment set off an adrenaline rush as lights gleamed off streaking helmets, followed by the frustration of losing to the Vikings, a threatening team in uniforms just as cool as the Rams. From the cold north, men in Viking helmets came to play men in Ram helmets. Fascination set in.
It is a challenge to provide alternatives to young White boys to the visual appeal and action of sports like football … visual mediums which blacks can accelerate in, culminating in their end-zone dances (a similar challenge as presented by the allure of black musical ability, and probably with similar properties as audio tropism, it can have addictive properties).
Still there is that older part of the brain. I did not like “the chocolate nurses” when I had my tonsillectomy at age 7. I didn’t like it when black rioters burned the city of my birth, Newark, where my grandmother lived; or when Malcolm X said just a few years before, that “blacks would rule.”
…and with the to the onset of my enmeshment in this pseudo identity in 1970, I had wanted to be a magnanimous American and identify with black Deacon Jones, was glad when he was a member of the “fearsome foursome” (cool nickname given to he four Rams defensive linemen, of which Deacon Jones was one) and his play was on our side, but I couldn’t quite
– I thought that he looked weird.
I wasn’t inclined to identify with Deacon Jones and Kermit Alexander: rather, I wanted rather to identify with Jim Bertelsen, Jack Youngblood, Fred Dryer, Roman Gabriel and Jack Snow.
Kermit and his obsequious, White, fundamentalist Christian wife, Tammy Alexander…
… adopt 5 Haitians: Good work Christianity. Haitians, who have a 60 i.q., who practice voodoo in this day and age, while their forebears slaughtered, exterminated the French colonialists, men, women and chilren not once, but twice – the second time after they begged the French to return and help them rebuild the island.
I plead innocent Xer, overwhelmed by Boomer and Greatest Generation funk; a few years before, confronted by the chocolate nurses in the hospital for a tonsillectomy, I had fantastic temper-tantrums in resistance to them, did not like them, wouldn’t permit this in my realm if I were king.
Besides – how was I to know who Kermit Alexander was and what he could come to mean to us… why should I believe that adults would let this happen, when what was happening by way of blacks was so obviously bad in terms of their hyper-assertiveness.
Who’d want to live with these people who burned Newark, made things so ugly, but nevertheless had the nerve to say that they’d rule us?
Unbeknownst to me, this was the football season following the Super Bowl (IV) played by the first majority black team – The Kansas City Chiefs. That is to say nothing, of course, of my nine year old awareness (lack thereof) of the (((egregious forces and purposes))) behind the 1964 Civil Rights Act, The 1965 Immigration and Naturalization Act, the 1968 Rumsford Fair Housing Act…
This process of imposing black integration upon Whites through sports ball goes back a long way before I was born, as I noted in the article, “Our football coaches were not Marxists imposing integration with blacks.
Rather, they were objectivists imposing integration with blacks.”
In fact, the first two Superbowl championships were won by The Green Bay Packers, coached by Vince Lombardi:
Vince Lombardi’s Unprejudiced Nature
In 1960, on at least one team, a color barrier still existed in the NFL. But Jack Vainisi, the Scouting Director for the Packers, and Lombardi were determined “to ignore the prejudices then prevalent in most NFL front offices in their search for the most talented players.” Lombardi explained his views by saying that he “… viewed his players as neither black nor white, but Packer green”. Among professional football head coaches, Lombardi’s view on discrimination was not de rigueur in the midst of the American civil rights movement.
An interracial relationship between one of the Packer rookies and a young woman was brought to the attention of Lombardi by Packer veterans in his first training camp in Green Bay. The next day at training camp, Lombardi, who had a zero tolerance policy towards racism, responded by warning his team that if any player exhibited prejudice, in any manner, then that player would be thrown off the team. Lombardi, who was vehemently opposed to Jim Crow discrimination, let it be known to all Green Bay establishments that if they did not accommodate his black players equally as well as his white players, then that business would be off-limits to the entire team. Before the start of the 1960 season, he instituted a policy that the Packers would only lodge in places that accepted all of his players.
Caveat: Although Vince Lombardi was not a Marxist, his objectivist purity spiral was at least partly backed by his strong Christian conviction; i.e. the Jewish influence to blend away Gentile capacity for relative group organization and resistance to subjugation is still there.
Whites playing the objectivist game gamely, but upended by first majority black team, Kansas City Chiefs, in Super Bowl III, January 1970.
Even so, by 1972 the war was ending and feminism, no longer constrained by the double standard of the (male only) draft and with it, the background need to grant some leeway to male protest for Being, came unhinged. I needed vicarious male identity more than ever.
There were massive stadiums packed with fans, pageantry, marching bands, cheerleaders…
Here they were, the L.A. Rams – an opportunity for the requisite, more objective identity for me: they were from far away Los Angeles, with a team that was coming out of the 1960’s with great records and an awesome manly reputation. My older brother told me that they had the “The Fearsome Foursome” – their defensive line featuring Deacon Jones, Merlin Olsen ..later Fred Dryer and Jack Youngblood ..with their cool names, add quarterback Roman Gabriel to that regard. They had the coolest uniforms too.
I wanted to identify with Roman Gabriel, Jack Youngblood, Fred Dryer, Jim Bertelsen, Jack Snow…
Again, my consciousness of PC’s antagonism had not been thoroughly piqued through the 80’s, and I still watched the games, but teams started becoming ridiculously black and football being a vehicle for race mixing (which was NOT very noticeable among middle class White girls until the late 80s) delivered a coupe de grace to my interest by the late 80’s….but even the embers of my identification were hosed as the Rams moved to Saint Louis in 1995. Los Angeles was a part of the tenuous identification that I had achieved and Saint Louis doesn’t have the same glamour as L.A.
By January 30, 2000 I had long since stopped paying attention except for one brief moment, when the now Saint Louis Rams led by (White) Cinderella story, Kurt Warner, defeated the Tennessee Titans to finally win a Superbowl.
Cinderella story Kurt Warner finally takes the Rams to Super Bowl victory.
Warner and the fact of having nothing else to do while I attended my dying father gave me an excuse after not having watched football for many years. I watched that one game on 30 January 2000; I told my father that the Rams had won as he sat in a hospital bed with tubes in him and an oxygen mask, looking like an alien elephant… barely conscious, but he heard that..and smiled: he had got me attending to football on TV in the winter of ‘69-‘70, he had witnessed the many tearful temper tantrums of mine as the Rams always lost along the way. He died the next morning.
The Tennessee Titans quarterback for that Super Bowl was Steve McNair (left) who went on to be murdered by his “lover” (right) in 2009.
After victory in the 2012 Superbowl, Greg Jones proposes to his girlfriend, Mandy Piechowski.
Background issues become foreground issues to White/European interests: not just fans, cheerleaders, bands, coaches, cameramen and security guards such as the ignored black booty to the left of the screen, but also the discourse of news reporters:
Listen to what the White cuck news reporter had to say about it –
“What a night for the Giants and for former Michigan State linebacker, Greg Jones. First he won a Super Bowl ring. Then after the game, on the field he asks his girlfriend, Mandy Piechowski, to marry him …she’s crying her eyes-out. He pulls-out an engagement ring and slips it on her finger. She played basket ball at Michigan State, is now a model, obviously she said “yes” ..what a terrific thing this is …congratulations to Greg and Mandy. That is one heck-uva night for that young man.”
Female co-reporter: “Well how sweet. Do you think that if they had lost that he would have still done that?”
Second White male cuck reporter: “I’m not even going to go there because I know that someone would yell at me.”
Cuck reporter number one: “I’m sure it would have quite the same effect.”
She went to Michigan State as well.
She was found in a state of rigor mortis – naked, with her legs fixed unnaturally on both sides of her chest. ..in the position that she was when she was raped to death.
* Thanks to Craig Cobb for the astute White reporting on that disgusting, erstwhile unreported fact.
More Cuck Reporting After The Fact:
According to right-wingers, it’s nobody’s fault but ours or nobody’s fault but the Jews – we should not think critically, in socially interactive, agentive terms: we should simply know what “is” and adjust to it.
Investigative reporting from the perspective of White interests would never be satisfied to report on this surface level; it would be coupled with true intellectual quest to delve into causes and implications of the issues suggested here, to analyze issues kept in the background, including the influence of NFL Films, how they have served to glorify, normalize and institutionalize this beastiality – this destruction of 35,000 years of sublime co-evolution.
Superbowl commercials are notoriously expensive advertising space. Half time in this Superbowl featured a General Motors commercial narrated by Clint Eastwood, barking that it was “half time in America”.. you haven’t seen anything yet, “you’re going to hear our (America’s) engines roar!”
To wit, Matt Parrott wrote a clever article titled:
THE GAME IS OVER. THE PATRIOTS LOST. Though I cannot recommend Matt Parrott for his foolish and unwarranted misdirection away from and against the platform here, he is clever enough to turn a good phrase, as in this article, where the issue isn’t too deep for him. However, for one thing, he needs to understand that the Christards are playing a suckers game in line with propositional nationalism, and being beaten badly for it as well. In fact, one of my disagreements with him had to do with his suggestion in regard to miscegenators that you should just give them a bath an forget about it… in fact, it seems nowadays he’s back in collaboration with Matt Heimbach after having watched him fuck his wife…what a cuck.
Not far removed from mainstream cuck reporting, self proclaimed Al-Right novelist, Andy Nowicki, maintains that we shouldn’t care…he likes to watch sports …we should be ok with that.. He contends that when we complain about miscegenators that we make their day, only make them happy. To me, this is like the old school yard joke: Jenny is on the top stairs of the slide about to go down and several boys are on the ladder beneath, lookin up her skirt. “Jenny, the boys will see your underwear!” …and Jenny says, “I fooled them, I’m not wearing any!”
Just because Andy is homely and can’t have a beautiful woman doesn’t mean he should recommend his resignation to others.
Mike Wallace Interview with Lawrence Taylor: Taylor confesses to snorting hundreds of thousands in cocaine, soliciting prostitutes to wear-out opponents the night before games; then after “coming clean” with his confessions to a shockingly sympathetic Mike Wallace (who apparently pronounces him kosher clean, while dabbing the mini black Caligula’s tears with a handkerchief)…. ..Taylor goes on to be arrested for soliciting underage prostitutes for himself.
Dave Megget is another sordid Giants player.
I also recall a story of black player, think he was also a Giant, alleged to have more than 30 illegitimate children. I will try to find the story, but it might be difficult, Google being what it is.
Moving to the Super Bowl for the 2013 season and beyond…
And WHAT would we do without “The Super Bowl”?
By 2016 all teams were mostly black and the Superbowl half time show featured a homage to the Black Panthers and Malcolm X.
Super Bowl 2016, halftime show features homage to Black Panthers and Malcolm X
Perfectly fitting entertainment that it is for a stadium full of White sheeple and a world wide audience of White sheeple – in attendance to one team of fast twitching blacks in ultra-actualized competition against another team of fast twitching blacks …speaking of the dark side of self actualization and its destabilizing effect on healthy social systems…
TMZ, Beyonce Pays Homage to Black Panthers During Super Bowl Performance, 8 Feb 2016:
Beyonce made a stirring political statement during the Super Bowl halftime show, in what appears to be a tribute to the Black Panthers, a ‘60s group that advocated violence to correct racial injustice.
The singer was flanked by backup dancers who wore berets, similar to the berets worn by the group. They also raised their fists, symbolic of the Black Power movement.
At one point the dancers posed with a sign that read “Justice 4 Mario Woods,” the man shot and killed by San Francisco cops.
Ibid: The dancers on the field also formed an “X” on the field, which seemed symbolic of civil rights militant Malcolm X. Beyonce also had a strap on her chest in the form of an “X”.
Ibid:Tina Knowles posed with the dancers, fists raised high.
It’s not only a symbol of the Panthers, it’s also a gesture used by Tommie Smith and John Carlos during the ‘68 Olympics.
King Shamir Shabazz, Chairman of the Philadelphia New Black Panther Party: “I hate White people. All of them! Every last iota of a cracker I hate him…. You want freedom? You going to have to kill some crackers (White people). You gonna have to kill some of their babies”…
“We kill the men, we kill the women, we kill the children, we kill the babies, we kill the blind, we kill the cripple, we kill the crazy, we kill the faggots, we kill the lesbians, I say, goddammit! we kill ‘em all! (applause)
You say why kill them all?
Why kill the women?
First, why kill the babies?
They’re just little innocent blue-eyed babies!
Because, goddammit, one day they’re going to grow-up to rule your babies.
Kill ‘em now!
Why kill the women in South Africa?
I say kill the women because the women are the military manufacturing center; and every nine months they lay down on their backs and reinforcement rolls-out from between their legs. So shut-down the military manufacturing center by killing the White woman!
Why kill the older crackers? The old, decrepit crackers in South Africa. How the hell you think they got old? – they got old oppressing and killing black people. I say kill (strange glossolalia), kill ‘em all! Kill the faggot, kill the lesbian!
And after you kill them all!
I said that day about Mandela to say what he really knows about me. He don’t know a damn thing! I said then you go to the goddamn grave and dig them up!
And kill them a goddamn-gain, because they didn’t die hard enough! (applause)
And if you don’t have the strength to dig them up after you’ve done all that work – just go to the grave and shoot in the damn grave, kill ‘em again!
Because they didn’t die hard enough!
…and by NFL season 2017..
NFL protests: US propositional liberalism needs overturning, but blacks are not revolutionaries
As ethno-nationalists, we may bear accord with those who who maintain that the U.S. flag represents propositional liberalism and ever represents as such, adversary to ethno-nationalism
While it is theoretically valid for black football players to protest the history of slavery that is taken for granted in the anthem, it was not just any Whites who brought them to the Americas, it was right wing hubris that brought them to the Americas.
There was no bigger error in history than to bring African slaves to the Americas – a classic right wing hubris compounded ultimately in its disingenuous liberal expression of anti-racism that was not only disastrous for the human ecologies of the Americas both native American and White, but an economic short-cut that threw the world’s economy into a perilous imbalance in relation to Asia; an imbalance from which it has not recovered.
It is a hubris for which we, as ethnonatiolists, have little responsibility and deserve no penalty where we fight the right wing system that brought this about –
Nevertheless, the liberal system will continue to try to penalize us, and disingenuously wall paper our difference from these right wingers, will do all it can to associate our liberation with the right. Many Whites will take the bait – our “enemies” are trying to divide us from our “brothers”, the black Americans – so says the idiot, Father Francis.
It was a hubris, typical of the right wing, falsely and vainly comparing Africans to others – of course finding them “wanting and in need of help” – they are just misguided by the YKW, it is not that these right wingers are complicit with destroying the ethnonationalsm that never would have forcibly mixed Africans with Whites and Native Americans – as they did, in the cases of some tribes to virtual extinction.
Their idea of “inequality” is based on false comparison. In a world where Heidegger can only hope to guide Europeans to be at home in their skins, in their land, among their folk, in a world where the African is always at home, always comfortable, never at a loss and always ready to assert as much – there is no more self righteous, hyper-assertive, aggressive, no more alpha a male, than the black.
Madison Avenue knows this, knows that the puerile follow the alpha, that’s why it leads with it in marketing campaigns; the rest of Jewry knows this too, ready in its institutional positions to pander to the puerile, both male and female
Thus, we must beware when blacks are upheld as making a revolutionary protest. We must be aware of black nature. Black nature is of Alpha R selection, and like a male lion, it will do nothing but be brought tribute and breed with supplicant females.
The talented tenth, mostly Mulattoes, who are able to function somewhat as leaders of their community, serve to articulate the narratives of how the system supposedly oppresses blacks: but the system does not oppress blacks, the system reacts to blacks and tries to placate them, pays tribute to them.
Blacks are natural compradors and henchmen of the system.
For this creature, “revolution” means solidifying its being imbued in the American power structure; its nature is right wing – whether it can rule or not, this is what it always aims for: “The honorable Elija Muhammad said the black man will rule” – Malcolm X – a Muslim, of course, not a left nationalist. The wish to “rule over others” or the belief in its destiny is right wing.
Blacks will not be revolutionaries of America – America will adjust to them in its puerile idolatry, enshrinement and institutionalization: not only paying them millions and lavishing them with adulation and women for their sports and entertainment, but making endless excuses to engraft them further in the power structure – as illustrated by sports reporter Bob Costas, saying that Kaepernick’s protest is an expression of true American patriotism; and indeed it is. Blacks, adulation of them, no matter how perverted, no matter how unjust, brutal and violent, no matter how lavished with undue reward as a pattern, they are to be adulated as a part of the American institution. And as the admired alpha R selection breeders that they are, they are free to go through women, including what probably should have been your wife, and leave litters of babies behind – everyone else’s social problem, while you wonder how you might pay for one of your own and give it a decent environment.
Their males and the females they impregnate and discard at their convenience are placed on US welfare – to the servitude of everyone else, not to mention that their less athletically capable brothers and sisters are to be set aside government programs, well paying government jobs with solid benefits; also affirmative action and special provisions in corporate America and academia as a result of civil rights court actions (the consent decrees) are to be given them …not because they are revolutionaries, but because they are an integral part and parcel of feudal enforcement.
Negro quarterback Colin Kaepernick, raised by adoptive White parents and given a multi-million dollar contract to play football, refuses to stand for the national anthem; that is to protest the “racism” of America – a nation that spends trillions in welfare, government jobs and benefits to incubate black babies – for those that can’t go on to get million dollar contracts for things like playing football – money that they would never get and could never make in a black country.
The NFL is majority black / its fans, who pay handsomely for tickets and broadcast access, are in vast majority White.
According to nfl.com:
Colin Kaepernick, San Francisco 49ers – $19,000,000
Six years, $114,000,000 total with $61,000,000 guaranteed-he is the 17th highest paid player in the NFL in 2016.
Don’t you feel so sorry for him.
What revolution is going to come from these people? Their protest is the protest of consummate alpha pigs, whose tribute is not yet 1,0000 percent granted by the obsequious.
They are not motivated to overturn America; they are motivated to imbue themselves, engraft themselves inexorably within this most powerful right wing system in the world.
Colin Kaepernick, the Mulatto, has a (Egyptian-Muslim) girlfriend who was taught by Jewish professors that America was founded by slave holders – and so it was. She pointed out that a part of the National Anthem – verses that nobody ever sings, knows or adheres-to, verses that were written hundreds of yeas ago by right wingers – can be used as a publicity stunt to further engraft themselves into America’s power structure; this, by pretending on the basis of these long ago verses that they are oppressed in their multi-million dollar football contracts.
She tells a story based on the Jewish wall papering of the White Class, that Whites put blacks in jail for the arbitrary racism of it, not to defend themselves from violent criminals.
In truth, and at best, blacks might alert dissent from American patriotism in this protest, and finally disgust White Americans and others enough to disabuse them of their negrophelia.
But would-be ethnonationalists are not likely to suspend disbelief in the black liberation narrative, as the protest is allowed to proceed and is commended by the liberal, the right wing (they merge) powers that be. They know how to play and deepen beholdenness of the puerile to the position of blacks as “leaders” of the so called vanguard. Blacks are the ultimate “Whitey be cool stick” for liberals, for right wingers, for puerile females who wish to retain undue privilege, license.
There should be no enthusiasm from revolutionaries for this protest. Only cold analysis. The danger is to us, that in sympathy and admiration for blacks, as Madison Ave knows, it will only help them to become embedded in “a revolution” of the American system which is no revolution, it is its mere reconstruction, and has them only more privileged in their elite tenth, especially, which will be highly protective and ethnocentric of the rest of black Americans – which will have little concern for the pesky concerns of other’s rank and file.
Madison Ave. knows how stupid Whites can be in their right wing reaction, like those of Stormfront, the unbearably stupid “Father Francis” who says blacks should be grateful for having been brought to America for all the good its done them, and Whites should be proud for having liberated the slaves… how benign blacks are, their nature not really so destructive that Whites cannot live with them, they’re just a bit misguided by the YKW. Yet in truth it was the right wing that brought them upon us and unleashed these hyper assertive primitives upon us. They have done no White people a favor, least of all in the virtue signal of liberation and tolerance of a Father Francis – idiot.
Our admiration for their assertion in valid recognition of an ancient injustice of America must be cut short; for they are not liberators, they have been inflicted upon working class Whites and native Americans by right wingers.
It is an alpha capacity known all too well to Madison ave and the rest of Jewry to create followers among those who would become assimilated to Mulatto supremacism.
Blacks are not revolutionaries because they are the descendants of alpha selection and alphas are not revolutionaries – blacks will only be bulwarks of the status quo.
One has but to watch the Vietnam documentaries to see that America’s liberal propositionalism is a dubious if not disingenuous and totally destructive prospect to support and export – viz., it illustrates why any conscientious person should be a revolutionary with regard to America.
Some Americans find this out when after signing up for wars in patriotic enthusiasm, they come to realize that they are being used in the most abject way:
Ironically, this is the case of Pat Tillman – the NFL player who left a lucrative contract in order to fight in Afghanistan – who President Trump invoked as a true patriot in contrast to the kneeling black footballers. Some have suggested that if Tillman were alive, he’d be kneeling during the national anthem as well …perhaps not in sympathy for BLM, but he did not have opportunity for such widely publicized protest because he was killed by friendly fire. Tillman was well known to have soured on America’s militarism and to have begun to openly denounce it.
Yes, the mulatto Kaepernick got a tip that attention may be garnered by the liberal press looking for left cover where the National Anthem reveals America to have been on the wrong side side of ethno-nationalism, the workers, “the hirlings.”
But it is up to White ethnonationalism to take the exposure of those flagrantly dissatisfied with the American flag, even those who in economic terms perhaps should not be dissatisfied, as a point of departure to coordinate matters of ethnic genetic interests, ethnonational liberation with Indios, Amerindians and Asians.
Lyrics
O say can you see, by the dawn’s early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming,
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,
O’er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets’ red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there;
O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream:
‘Tis the star-spangled banner, O long may it wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion,
A home and a country, should leave us no more?
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps’ pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave,
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.O thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved homes and the war’s desolation.
Blest with vict’ry and peace, may the Heav’n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation!
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: ‘In God is our trust.’
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
It is not valid for protests, which would be rightfully directed against right wingers, to be allowed to brush and wall paper all Whites as privileged implementors and beneficiaries across the board (talking about taking genetic interests, quality of life and stress or lack there-of into the equation, not just economic numbers) of that right wing hubris – as ethnonationalists, it is dubious to admire these blacks in their protests. Their assertion is right wing, and to wish to share in their assertiveness is the way of puerile females and right wing pandering to that powerful gate-keeping position in the disorder of modernity. Madison Ave knows this, Jews know this, that they can shepherd the sheep through the alpha….Stormfront and the unbearable “Father Francis” apparently are oblivious to this, the alpha nature of blacks that his techno-nerdom allows him to weasel around, to build psychological fire walls around and do calculative gymnastics to sympathize with the blacks who are being pushed-out by Mexican gangs – rather than saying “go Mexicans!” as we do, they sympathize with these blacks on multi-million dollars of collective welfare, government jobs and programs, multi million dollars in celebrity careers … they protest their “oppression”…. for they are not revolutionaries, they are a part of their same right wing system, and seek only to engraft themselves more fully into its central governance.
New England Patriotards vs Los Angeles Crips
By 2019, the Rams team had moved back to Los Angeles and made it to the superbowl again, this time to face The New England Patriots.
Since the time in the late 80’s when I prioritized racial interests over the entertainment of sports and music, when I do observe race mixed sporting events or statistics, I root for the individual performance of White players and against individual black players.
Over at Amren, Paul Kersey entitles an article, “Root for the Patriots in the Superbowl”
Although there is something to be said for the Patriots success while using White players in positions usually associated with black skills, as rather an expression of White selection and identity, betraying negrophila some along with its taken for granteds, the teams are still mercenary, not particularly representing a place or race. Thus, I can’t agree with his conclusion that Whites should feel ok about rooting for mixed race teams as it perpetuates the idiot cuckoldry of White fandom and support of the race mixing agenda through one of its most seductive means – visually exciting sports, adulation of athletic skills beyond merit, way beyond real world value and just reward, while ensconced in the deceptive, soothing pretext of passive objectivity. (take into account that Kersey, like Jared Taylor, is expository of black behavior, but Jewish friendly) Kersey writes:
The white quarterback, Tom Brady, along with white wide receivers Julian Edelman and Chris Hogan, white tight end Rob Gronkowski, and white running backs Rex Burkhead and James Develin, are an anomaly in the “vibrant” NFL. They have a vast overrepresentation of skilled white players who not only excel, but dominate.
[…]
With all this whooping about diversity, an anomaly does not go unremarked: the whiteness of the New England Patriots during their historic run under Tom Brady. For this year’s Super Bowl in Atlanta, all eyes are on Mr. Brady, the 41-year-old quarterback, who will be playing in his unprecedented ninth championship game in 18 seasons (this will be his third consecutive shot at the Lombardi Trophy, and Mr. Brady holds a 5-3 record in the Super Bowl).
With that, he suggests:
Root for the Patriots in the Superbowl
It’s OK to be white.
On Sunday, more than 110 million Americans will huddle around their television sets and watch the 53rd Super Bowl, a matchup between the Los Angeles Rams and New England Patriots.
After two seasons marred by black NFL players taking a Colin Kaepernick-style knee or raising a ‘Black Power’ fist during the National Anthem, television ratings slightly improved during the 2018 season.
[…]
So even if you are not a fan of the NFL, or don’t like the antics of black players who knelt during the National Anthem, there’s nothing wrong with rooting for the New England Patriots and Tom Brady to win Super Bowl 53. In a league where 72.6 percent of the players are POC, there’s nothing wrong with cheering for a team that looks a little more like you.
It’s the white thing to do.
He supplies one good reason NOT to root for the Patriots or any NFL team, here:
Ibid. That year, largely because of pressure from the owners of NFL’s 32 franchises, the league saw only a handful of black athletes—who account for 69.7 percent of the players—take a knee during the anthem. A recent poll of NFL fans shows only 24 percent of white fans strongly support the anthem protests, while 59 percent of blacks do (47 percent of white fans and 7 percent of black fans strongly oppose them). Though the kneeling stopped, the owners did create an $89 million fund for the players to hand out to “improve social justice and racial equality in our country.
Anyway, Patriotard star quarter back, Tom Brady, played well, especially for a 41 year old, White tight end Rob Gronkowski had a decisive catch, while White running back Rex Burkhead had flashes of brilliance to put a nail in the Rams coffin… as the Patriotards beat the Crips to win the Superbowl. However, we would learn that the star “White” Patriotard receiver, who also played well, is not White, he’s Jewish – (((Julian Edelman))).
Should have caught that myself (That’s what I get for taking the Paul Kersey/Jared Taylor camp for granted). Thanks for the heads-up, Captainchaos.
Patrick Mahomes signed a 10 year, $450,000,000 contract with the Kansas City Chiefs, including a $10,000,000 signing bonus, $141,481,905 guaranteed; average annual salary of $45,000,000.
His father, who was a Major League Baseball pitcher, was “only” able to collect $2,658,000 in salary over 11 years, having a bad e.r.a. of 5.47 over the course of his career.
Tom Brady Wins his Seventh Super Bowl.
Brady congratulated by Gronkowksi, who joined him in moving from a several time Patriots champion to continue their ways with the Buccaneers, where Brady won his seventh Super Bowl.
Here’s food for thought to put this matter in perspective:
To paraphrase Aristotle:
‘What is it that makes us distinctly human? Is it strength, quickness, the ability to run fast? There are many creatures which exceed us in these capacities’…
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I think it is already clear enough that I am inclined to this option:
“or declare folly the entire effort to connect with the spiritual force of Christianity.”
Except that I would not necessarily reject spiritual force. I just don’t believe that it has to, or does necessarily, come with Christianity.
I favor a religious orientation around the 14 words, one to which any person of European extraction may subscribe – innocent until proven guilty.
However, as ecology and historico-systemic accountability are crucial, there is the necessity to negotiate and maintain a balance among and between different kinds of Europeans.
We need to be careful to be neither slobs nor snobs:
The slobs would be those who would recklessly integrate all European peoples on the one hand or perhaps allow for too much non-European influence on the other hand.
The snobs would be those who observe a particular European snob club, permitting of only one particular kind of European, one nation, one region, or one based exclusively on some particular skill; while needlessly excluding and putting at risk Europeans* who, while being loyal Europeans, cannot or will not subscribe to that particular European club.
* Of course, the snobs would be putting themselves at risk in certain circumstances by needlessly shunning potentially helpful allies; or in the worst case scenario by generating new enemies among Europeans.
To me, the most essential requirement, after being genetically European and after loyalty to Europeans is, whether one is willing to fight or flight on behalf of Europeans. I see maintaining the distinctions of Europeans as 1b. It is not the second priority but in the name of not going perilously far in the snob direction, to where we leave ourselves dangerously thin of allies or worse, increase our antagonists, the genus of European ought to occupy the realm of friends.
Perhaps Heidegger’s distinction between first and essential is useful here: Of accountability, first would be your particular nation but essentially would be European.
Or first European and essentially your particular kind of European? …I’m not sure, but somehow there should not be a serious conflict between the parts and the whole of Europeans