The Bellicose Juive
Or, Why Walt Bismarck should stop humping Hebrews
Ah, what a fine late-summer day it was for Norman in early September, having just finished another article on as-yet obscure educational conferences and enjoying my robust lactose-tolerance with a warm glass of milk tea...
When suddenly a notification pings – A mention by Walt Bismarck. Bismarck! My commentaries with him on Nationalism had earned me the most updoodles of any of my articles to date. Turns out people like debates more than esoteric preening about neologisms and dissecting public psyop campaigns – for now at least. It’s fun and profitable to engage with Bismarck on such topics, so it behooved me to check the article out.
What would it be this time? A further extrapolation of the Jewish Question? Why, Norm knows a thing or two by now about those devious dastards and has said as much on prior occasions. Was Bismarck coming around to a well-balanced Nationalistic view now that he was not frying himself with modern Pervitin like a frontline Schutzstaffel officer? Surely my good-natured ribbings about resisting the perfidious yenta were breaking through at last!
Absolutely fizzing with curiosity, I took a look. And let’s see here…
“I’ve been meaning to put out a solid Jew article.”
Yes!
“Thing is it kind of just feels like the JQ doesn’t matter anymore.”
Oh.
“It seems to me unmarried college women are a lot more culpable than Jews.”
Uh oh…
Oh gawd, it’s another article about Bismarck’s sexual fetishes!
Okay, alright, fine... beggars can’t be choosers. We’re going to have to have The Talk about how Judaic jimmy-jockeying isn’t the greatest thing for maintaining an accurate perspective on the Jewish Question.
Normally the tragic hero picks up some kind of cursed sword that tragically corrupts his noble pursuit of laying low evil - not getting into such a pursuit of laying yentas that he picks up a masochistic backstab fetish. Is this a tale as old as time nevertheless? Maybe. Human sexuality is a funny thing like that. We all have our embarrassing sexual weakpoints somewhere. Let he who is without a weird, embarrassing erotic interest cast the first stone. I’m talking about you too, ladies. I know what you read…
Far be it from me to criticize too deeply a man for engaging in some Know Thyself when it comes to the often unexamined black box of sexuality. Newly-minted Puritans hovering around Nationalism often chide anyone for having any sexual funny-stuffs going on. The youthful days of humping around out of wedlock are wistfully behind them – now they are fully devoted to the latest of their several wives. To enjoy sex as anything other than how they enjoy it would be degenerate, you see!
But despite their granola and gruel tastes in the erotic, at least it is protective of these kinds of prudish Nationalists. As long as they don’t value sexuality more than a humping dog would, they won’t be as likely to get trapped dick-first inside the very problem sapping the life from our civilization.
Being one in possession of slightly more well-behaved junk and without the performative Puritanism that hobbles others of my persuasion, I might be able to summon up some kind of discourse on this matter of Jew love-hate dynamic from a different, less horny angle. At least after current events and other distractions as of my original penning of this back in September stopped redirecting all my attention…
But it is only fitting to begin this retort to an article jerking about belle juives to provide a sultry interlude on the same themes.
A Brief Interlude
The Steinberg woman slithered to her knees, her breath hot and smelling of gefilte fish. Her long nose brushed along my trousers like a fishing hook. I could feel my loose, heavy change quake in fearful anticipation.
“Ohh, what’s this?” She shamelessly tugged my wallet out. Her heavy-lidded eyes rolled up to meet mine, my money helpless beneath the beakish curve of her nose.
“Just the tip, goy…” she purred, and started clipping my coins.
“B-but my credit score!” I stammered, my currency inflating helplessly beneath her expert fingers.
“Shhh, let it happen. You’ll borrow all of this soon,” she unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her huge, Khazarian money sacks. They bounced into view, their naked sway tinkling with the sound of a thousand ripped-off customers.
“Mmm, taking a high interest rate in these, are we? That’s a good goy.”
--- Unmentionable deeds later ---
“Yes! Invest in me, you naughty schlemiel!”
I tried to pull out, but the deal was done. A surge of capital rushed from my portfolio, a veritable Keynesian stimulus gushing straight into her private sector. Terror seized me, but I couldn’t stop. My accounts were moving all on their own.
A sickening pleasure blinded me to the world as the Jewess writhed with Weimarish abandon. I could feel every foreclosure shock through my girthy stock market. Every bubble in my economy burst all at once. It crashed, hard, as Steinberg held my longs deep inside her squeezing spread.
My bank accounts finally drained, I slumped down into an economic recession.
“Yesss, good goy… You’ve pumped so much cash in. I bet your economy won’t ever work the same again. I hope you’re ready to take responsibility.”
A moan escaped me, feeble and indebted. My holding were drained, utterly bankrupt. I would never recover from this loss. Steinberg lifted herself off my drained economy, the remains of my 401K dribbling from her glutted deposit box.
“By the way,” she said, her hands rubbing together above her gaping money pit, “I’ll be suing you for damages.”
“Ye-yes, dear…” I said, already signing the check.
Titillating? Enthralling? Of course! Now with every Judephile in the audience spent and enjoying a few moments of clarity, on with the response to Bismarck’s article.
JQ Delusions
I’ve begun to notice a strange whispering among the lords of edgemost internet provinces to the effect of, “The JQ doesn’t matter anymore.” Bismarck’s comments were right in line with these odd grumblings:
“Thing is it kind of just feels like the JQ doesn’t matter anymore […] The Brahmin Question was already far more salient half a decade ago, and since then Jewish power has collapsed so quickly and ignominiously that it seems bizarre to even talk about.”
It’s only fitting that a compromised JQ opinion would open with a deflection away to someone else besides the Jews.
Indians are perhaps the world’s most amazing heap of every annoying and awful racial quality known to man. Imagine a race so disgustingly obsequious and obvious in their scheming that even the Jews, an obligate slaver race, finds them too scraping and nauseating to endure. Indians are so viscerally repulsive that even Canadians have stopped telling them sorry, and they have been known to apologize to inanimate objects. No doubt they are loading up the maple chambers right now for The Day of the Flush...
Yet I appreciate Indians, if only for the fact that their arrogant stupidity and street-shitting ways are single-handedly causing even normies to racially reawaken. And for all the bad they introduce to any civilization they come to infest, Indians are just one of the many fetid artillery barrages launched into the West from the still intact and ever-firing cannons of world Jewry.
“Since then their paranoia’s been redirected away from my side towards poopy foreign student activists [...] These days they break ranks all the time over identity shit [...] Meanwhile the collapse of the 2010s digital media bubble means no more daily Ten Reasons White People Suck articles by Schlomo Shekelstein”
Does Bismarck mean the Jew’s racewar golem? The golem over-tuned on brown-oppression sensitivity by Jewish Broad Front rhetoric? The golem that finally noticed (again) that everything they’d been taught Whites did in the dim imagined past is what Israel is actually doing 1000x worse to brown Palestinians today? The golem they are now desperately trying to stop by pitting their other-golem against it while they melt back into “junior status” again? The golem that the Chutzpah Jews continue to bash against the Blood Jews in their internal power struggle? That golem?
Not only is this sudden yet inevitable betrayal absolutely predictable given what is fed into these brown hordes and their Libtard jannies, but it has happened before with the first BLM iteration assembled in 2015.
Remember that one? Most don’t, because the moment those Communist Negroids touched the Master’s third rail of Palestine, their Jewish handlers panicked and starved their golem of money. No money means no rabble rousing, no rabble rousing means no gibs, and no gibs means no Tyrone chimping out in the streets. Surely the Jews would have learned that teaching a horde of low-IQ lumpenprole to activate chimp-out mode on any pale-faced hominid that so much as thinks poorly about a brown person would inevitably backfire on them.
But these are Jews we are talking about – of course they rebuilt their golem, bigger and better than before! Programmed on the same sloppy, haphazard ideology as before, and thrown against America in fealty to Saint Floyd of Fentanyl. Cities burned, people died, and Jews danced with glee. And then, like clockwork, that Broad Front became dimly aware of Palestine and Israel. And wouldn’t you know it, the golem went berserk - again.
Oy vey! Who could have predicted this sudden yet inevitable betrayal!?
What we witness now with the turning tide against Jewish interests is simply certain Jews panicking to put on their White-face masks again to beg White people to, once again, clean up their mess while at the same time still ginning up every non and traitor White to aggress against White civilization.
Jews could hardly be more of a recurring baddie in a kid’s cartoon if they tried.
Yet Bismarck sees these age-old tricks that he damn well knows and concludes for his audience that the Jews have, this time, gotten a change of heart. They’re the White man’s quirky, goofy little cousins again! Nothing to worry about anymore, they are just “junior partners” in the White Man’s world. War won, genocide averted, now it is time to breed with the yentas. That codes as high-status, you know!
The media doesn’t castigate Whites anymore? I don’t even watch television and I know that is balderdash. The same people who were writing those articles are still writing them, sometimes even more viciously than before. Anti-Semitism laws are being pressed as hard as ever. Not a single newsroom or media corporation has fallen into the hands of the “based”, unless you count an autistic manchild playing with rockets to count as a “based” acquisition. Bismarck is just tactically ignoring these obvious facts to bolster his strange point.
“Jews were annoying and got a bit too big for their britches (as they have since time immemorial), and so we tweaked their schnoz just as the universe began to smack them down. But now they’re literally just another faction among many—Gen II psychics instead of Gen I— and expending political capital to keep fighting them makes you seem a little tarded [...]”
I’ve heard of masturbation making you blind, but I didn’t know sticking your cock in a Jewish cavern might also blind your eyes!
Jews thrive in the so-called “junior position”. Being the sneaky vizier behind the throne, pulling the strings, poisoning the chalice, looting the treasury, plotting overthrow – that’s the Jewish wheelhouse, set down in countless myths throughout time and place. Treating them like quirky little cousins is like patting a poisonous toad on the head.
This was the foolhardy hubris I mentioned in my previous article where Bismarck literally envisioned himself and the White Man as Superman – invincible, untouchable, ultimate status, immune to any Jewish poisons or brown shanks. That hubris-infused attitude among Whites has turned our people into debt-slaves and corpses for the goblins and ghouls of the world.
Jews still directly control the mainstream media, own the banks, pry open the gates, inject the drugs, ply our politicians, indoctrinate our schools, and bilge their filth into every nook, cranny, and facet of our civilization. You talk as if some bad PR from slaughtering sand children and a few Pepe memes have utterly humbled and defeated the great plastic demons of decay, without a single office being captured or cultural seat of note falling into Nationalist hands. The deck chairs have shuffled on the Titanic, but Schlomo is still whistling at the helm.
Too big for their britches? Bismarck, they haven’t even vacated a pocket of our britches yet!
“Jews are also just functionally speaking drifting towards Whiteness [...] even fags like Shapiro aren’t overtly hostile to white identity since they understand now they need it.”
Donning their White Man Mask again, you mean. Even in the midst of Bismarck’s yentic gushings he revels in how “performative” the Jewess is to afford herself advantages and protections of her host nation. Performative, you know, like an actor, a hypocrite in the etymological root of the word.
Performative Whiteness is what Bismark means. And Jews increasingly want to melt back into undifferentiated obscurity, to mimic the host nation population in such a way that the White man’s slow-awakening wrath passes them over. Maybe if they hang a red MAGA hat on the door and eat some unleavened pizza, their firstborns will be spared divine retribution!
Henry Ford addressed the Religion and Ethnic masks that Jews would constantly swap between to suit their argument of the moment over a century ago in the Dearborn Independent, and this moment is no different. Jews don’t see themselves as White – they’re Jewish. And to believe them because it flatters you as Super White Man is such an elementary mistake that it would be laughable if it wasn’t so fatal.
“Does that mean Jews are white? Eh. They’re white-adjacent—and at this point back to being on our side [...]”
No no, Bismarck, they’re at your back. They’ve got you covered. Right there behind the throne, ready to pull out their daggers the moment they think the crown isn’t acting the way they’d prefer.
But in the meantime they can perform for you, goy. They can be anything you want them to be. Just give them leeway to do what they want, and they’ll wear bells for you! Don’t you like that, goy? Funny little Jews, hopping around the court, “pretending” to guide your newspapers and manage your treasury!
But you’re in charge, great and glorious goy. Obviously – how could a silly little Jew ever surmount the great White man on his throne? You’re the big man, the Super White Man, and no one could ever even think to defy you. Wouldn’t that be delightful, goy? Now just sit nice and still while your trustworthy Jews get themselves right within striking distance...
You’re too stewed in Jewish psychology to be so blind to their fundamental Chutzpah urges towards treachery. You can’t tweak their nose if they’ve got it buried between your damn shoulder blades!
Like a Bismoth to the Flame
“you can’t love Jews without hating them and vice versa…”
“To know the Jew is to hate the Jew.”
It’s a simple truth that explains both the inevitable raise of anti-Semitism wherever Jews come to scheme, and the bottomless self-hatred so many Jews (particularly Mischlings) nurse. So while I can believe that a man infatuated with Jews will come to hate them all the same, the inverse is hardly true at all.
My own affections for the Jews met its height while my ignorance about them was just as lofty. God’s Chosen People were, I supposed, the innocent White victims of envious cretins throughout time and place, never having done anything but promote sensible advancements in economics and sciences and culture wherever they went. So my McGraw Hill textbooks taught me, and Hollywood, and every talking head I saw on the television. To speak ill of Jews was a sign of deep ignorance and pathological hatred, and society afforded me unlimited leeway in hating on those anti-Semites in service to these thoughts.
This was what I was taught, and I was a good student. But good students sometimes come across curious loose ends at the edges of that near-perfect cultural tapestry. And when I came to know those strings and gave them a tug, that seemingly immutable tapestry frayed and unraveled with startling alacrity. The more I followed those clues, the more the image changed. The more I came to learn about the Jew as he really was, the more his visage changed from the angelic to the… less so…
They tell us that anti-Semitism is the result of ignorance while chiding us to keep our eyes clasped tightly shut. They know, like all of us who know, that to truly know the Jew is to hate the Jew. And not even Bismarck, literally balls-deep in the oldest Jewish trap in the world, can deny that.
As to what he says about various anti-Jew figures having lusty relationships with those same people, I can only say it is not uncommon for people to mistake such passionate focus for the opposite side of that same coin. The mixing of both elements creates volatile, interesting dynamics in the same way that torches create interesting dynamics interacting with light-loving moths.
“Among miscellaneous wignats and ragheads the dynamic is lower order; primitive. They fear Schlomo, which proffers a certain respect for his low cunning.”
I’ve talked previously about how one should appreciate the Grug. Essentially, you can’t hack a Speak-and-Spell. Grug is too simple to be bamboozled by many of the Jew’s more potent framing tricks. What inane chatter about material dialectic that dazzles a Midwit passes right through the Grug without inspiring a single corrupting thought. It is as if Grug simply phases out of the Jew’s preferred plane of combat and into the realm of Nature with vexing regularity.
As a wise individual once told me about contending with Jews: “You either have to outsmart them, or outdumb them.” Grug didn’t choose that latter battleground – he was born for it!
Grug simply doesn’t fight the Jew on his preferred hill. Why fight him there anyway, in his webs of pedantic legalisms and dishonest pilpul, when he is nakedly inept at any form of physical or natural arts besides cloak and dagger ambushes and manipulative wordplay? Better to follow the advice of the old Knight of Cluny on the matter – it is simply more effective.
Schlomo doesn’t feel existential terror about Grugs because they are just so stupid, but because his more potent sorcery doesn’t work well on blockheads.
That isn’t to say however that Grug is immune to Jewish tricks and that we should all aspire to blessed Dimwittery. Grug is still easily ravaged by Jewish schemes and sickened by his moral poisons, but those only weaken and distract Grug. Whenever the Gruggish peasants get riled up enough and focus on the Jew, pogroms ensue. Hence Schlomo’s trepidation and ever-constant poisoning of social wells which, in the grand irony of history, makes pogroms inevitable.
“Only not being part of it you’ll [...] need to engage in some kind of totalistic Talmudic dialectic with the entire ethnos.”
Bismarck’s yucky desire to crawl inside a Jew so he can pilot him like a Rabbot again clouds his ability to discern what the Jew actually fears. No Rabbi fears a goy trying to pilpul him or his fellow Talmudic sorcerers – that’s his highest hill and pleasure in life. Bismarck even admits:
“You can’t out-pilpul a whole race – not even with MY verbal IQ.”
It isn’t Talmudry that Jews fear, except maybe for a few of its passages simply becoming known to the goyim since, again, to know the Jew is to hate the Jew. Rather what the dear Rabbi, Shekelstein, and every narrative-weaving Jew fears is counter-sorcery that breaks his spells.
In a word, the Jew fears Goyimancy.
Goyimancy terrifies the Jew because it neuters his main vector to power – ensnaring goyim in a narrative that advantages him. Jews don’t rule directly through physical force in most cases, and when they attempt to they have to equip their Jewish soldiers with diapers due to incontinent excesses in a battlefield - they’re shitty fighters, literally and figuratively. Rather, Jews prefer to weave context and scenarios and ideologies and incentive networks that compel the enchanted to follow through as characters in that story. It just so happens the story ends with the Jew winning, but those are in his personal pages and not those afforded to his victims.
Despite this, the Jew is not that great of a storyteller - just insistent, relentless, and ruthlessly repetitious. But marred skill doesn’t matter. Combined with his pilfered resources, linguistic cunning, and garish presentation, he can fatten the human herds with absolute slop with little difficulty in the absence of good grasses.
But Goyimancy weaves spells with the potential of much greater potency for the host nation, if only for the fact that they arise from the minds of the very people they are meant to enchant. Who better to speak to the souls of a people than a selfsame spark of their particular genius? Bismarck already knows this principle as a practitioner himself:
“My vehicle was literally showtunes;”
Spellcasting, by any other name. The Poets and Skalds of old practiced the same in their sacred storytelling. And a good story changes the listener, particularly when it takes on the level of myth. For in the myth, you have a place and purpose between the realms of the material and the Divine, and you are called to act according to your role. And terribly for the Jews, men can only truly have faith in one myth at a time.
Dang, so I guess the Jews just roll over and die whenever we come up with a really catchy song or storyline then, huh? Nope, not even remotely. If the spell can’t be directly overpowered or broken, then simply turn or break the spellcaster. Flesh rends easier than song, after all. And what better, more insidious way to deactivate the aspiring Goyimancer than to offer the thirsty wizard some irresistible Judaic pussy (on loan of course, goy).
“Meanwhile I can promise you literally no Jew ever watched one of my parodies and got offended, because [...] My goal was never to simply remove Soros—I wanted to replace the fucker!”
Bismarck’s Irish genes awaken at the prospect of worldwide slumlording. But just as the Jew cannot truly become a potato-gobbling belligerent, neither can Bismarck truly become a nebbish plutocrat. Aspire as Bismarck might, his brain and body are those of the potato-people, forevermore.
As such, his entire outlook filters through lenses befitting his biological type, most notably casting the shadows of “honorableness” onto his beloved Jewish rivals. The same happens with Jews, projecting their own shadows onto their subjects. And when we behave in ways that tickle these alien perspectives right, they will identify it with their own familiar shadows – but never actually understand it as you do.
George Lincoln Rockwell related a similar story to Bismarck’s, actually. On page 178 of This Time The World, Rockwell noted that he had the most success with Jews in his marketing due to his behavior relating to their psychology. Rockwell’s aggressive, haughty approach was somewhat put on by him whenever he entreated with small-hatters, and it would result in them becoming some of his most lucrative customers – so long as he got ahold of their noses and didn’t let go until they signed the paperwork.
The Jews, he said, would stare at him with a grudging respect for his arrogance and pushiness. To them it equated to Chutzpah, the shadow of their own racial understanding of what was occurring. Of course they still wanted to kill him for being one of those “best of the goy” types, but there was still that sort of respect going on with how brazen he was. A close analog might be how a Knight or a Samurai might respect a skilled and honorable enemy they nevertheless fully intend to slay.
But there’s the rub – Jews don’t admire or understand honor. At all. To them, it is just a silly excuse for holding back from an opportunity to get the better end of a situation. They mentally, culturally, and possibly even physiologically are not so made as to understand why people might aspire to a mode of being where you dismiss momentary advantages over rivals and even enemies. And it is a major reason why they are consigned by Nature and Divinity to be reviled throughout time.
Herein lies a great danger for Bismarck: What his brain registers as “honor” has no such resonance with theirs. When he observes them and inevitably casts his shadows onto them, he misinterprets their masks and furtiveness as things like honor and forbearance. This is why Bismarck will inevitably lose, having buried his sword quite literally straight into their domain where it cannot cut.
A veritable Sword in the Stein. You’re supposed to pull it out of the stone, Bismarck, not shove it in there!
“They’re not terribly hard to outmaneuver once you’re inside.”
That’s what he said. I’m sure that’s what your sword told you when you buried it in that Stein. But it’s lying to you – it just likes being in there. All swords like sheathes, but not all sheathes are good for the sword.
“And if I come off as “Mischling-coded” it’s almost certainly because the feller who hardened me up in life was quite literally a Mischling—one who hated Jews a lot more than me, by the way. Dude idolized Bobby Fischer; by and large lived by his example.”
Very good, I am not one to stand in the way of my racial enemies devouring one another. I have a policy of not interrupting co-belligerents in the process of furthering my interests. But I also certainly wouldn’t put the reins of my interests or people into their hands.
To know the Jew is to hate the Jew, and who better to know the Jew than a Jew himself? That’s even a theme in Jewish psychology, no matter how hamfisted!
However, the full-Jew’s natural tendencies and self-interests tend to prevent him from turning full turncoat despite his ever-seething hatreds. But the White genes inside the Mischling shriek out in despair no doubt like that of the chimeric Negroid. If you listen carefully and respectfully, you will often hear a race-mixed Black expressing every now and again some crystalline insight about himself and the world – a fleeting moment of clarity before collapsing again into foolish Negro-babble… What a terrible fate.
A similar condition seems to afflict some Mischlings. The Hebraic brain, struggling eternally against a rival predator lurking inside their own skulls. But even if the White side wins out, the words and deeds that come from such a mind will be tainted with Semitic energies channeled through that half-Semitic mind. It’s the substance more than the direct form that matters, a thing Jews and frankly many Whites don’t understand, but Jews mythologically so.
It is such interesting language though from Bismarck, that this anti-Semitic Mischling “hardened him up in life”. Past tense, passive-voice, and somewhat guarded. Let me guess: The Mischling “hardener” backstabbed him despite all that anti-Jewish sentiment and revulsion, right?
Worry not, audience, Bismark would be okay even if that were the case. The threat of an inevitable stab in the back is Bismarck’s favorite kind of foreplay! On prior occasions he has admitted all those Jewish buddies and beaus of his took turns having their way teaching him the ways of the pincushion. No better way to build up callouses than with scar tissue, eh?
Yet Bismarck had endured, like so many others treated to the same old Judaic handshake. But while most people, like myself, learn to give that offered hand a very wary eye, Bismarck now slaps his dick right onto its palm. Like a Warhammer 40k Nurglite, Bismarck revels so much in his endurance that he transfigured his warranted animosity towards the Jewish menace into a deep desire to be continuously violated by them.
To anticipate Bismarck’s counterstoke here just a bit: No, you cannot bleach the heeb out of them with your potato-genes. You can no more purify the Jew of his Jewishness than you can part a zebra from its stripes. The kinds of measures required to properly conduct such a policy of genetic conquest would be the stuff to make even Israeli housewives steeped in their Nazi smut novellas blush.
The genetic tendency of races reasserts itself despite the veneers of culture, place, and adulteration. The Jewish strain reasserts in its characteristically subversive ways, just as the White character bobbles precariously to the surface every now and again. Even if the Jewish characteristics don’t fully express in direct conflict with White interests, their expression will almost inevitably taint whatever it touches with that destructive Jewish enmity for all existence.
“Jews are mostly pedantic legalists who fuck you with literalism and procedure. Which is terrifying in its proper context—until the moment they inevitably overreach;”
Jewish power is, fundamentally, the power to manipulate other hominids and their societal organs. Jews don’t have much in the way of their own power, and Jewish power is directly proportional to how powerful their thralls are. Specifically, they corrupt people who serve as power conduits in their host nation to facilitate entry into controlling institutions. From there they poison the lower classes with vice, the middle classes with malformed morality, and the upper-classes with tainted utility.
Legalism is just the medium by which they bend institutions to their will, and Jewish legalism is simply the application of pilpul to secular legal systems. As their religion is a continuous Jewing of their own divinity out of his clear and stodgy rules, they certainly treat any man-made system with absolute irreverence and disregard just the same. This is key to what makes him such a menace to the institutional pillars of the host nation, or the pillars of your own psychological and social well-being. The Jew is not just taught from birth, but bred by those most successful in these deceptive arts. It comes naturally to them after thousands of years of selection under a system rewarding only the most cunning and Chutzpah-addled pilpulers among them.
Their rewards are those of the successful termite colony infesting a grand mansion – voraciously devouring the excellent wood collected by others, until their feasting brings the whole edifice crashing down around their ever-surprised heads.
That all being said, Jewish Legalism outside of its institutional context withers into useless babble. Take the snail out of its shell, and it is nothing but a misshapen slug. Take the Jews out of the institutions, and he becomes just a petty swindler preying on embarrassing vices. A simple pinch of salt will do in purifying the land of the menace once those ends are achieved.
The Yenta Microcosm
And what more embarrassing a corridor for vice than those of a man’s lusts. How Bismarck yearns for those ever-rubbing hands upon him. That chiseling nose breathing sensually down his pockets. Oh, how great an aphrodisiac it must be for him!
“Yet the Jew still has one last trick up his sleeve… I’m speaking, of course, of the illimitable Jewess.”
Yes yes, it is finally time to gently make fun of a man for his sexual fetishes. It is my civic duty as a man, myself in possession of my own silly interests, to do so. But unlike the weird foot-fetishist or mascot-loving furry, this particular Yid-yiffing is personally and socially catastrophic. And only because of that must I raise a warning to any others before they fall dick-first into a Jewess’ honeypot...
As above, so below. As without, so within. As of the part, so of the whole. One can hardly examine a system without coming to understand much about the parts that make it up, nor can you examine the parts without getting an inkling about the systems they make up. Namely, we find in the microcosm of the individual yenta the whole of the matter inspiring the JQ.
To understand the JQ is to understand large swaths of the Jew himself – and one tends to become familiar with the JQ by simply delving into the Jew. We just hope that “delving” doesn’t involve certain unruly organs.
Even a dullard will quickly learn this wisdom because pithy phrases like “With Jews you lose” and “The Jew cries out as he strikes you” are simple yet surprisingly widespread in their pertinence. Bismarck is no exception to this, save for his unique enjoyment of being on the receiving end of a perfidious blade. Even I, Farsighted Norman, have been ambushed by Jews a frankly embarrassing number of times. It’s part of the education.
“The girls I don’t consider White at all, because that makes it more fun to fuck them.”
Eww, don’t stick your dick in those, Bismarck. Just because its a slippery, slimy, greedy hole doesn’t mean you should fuck it!
It is true, dicks are dumb. Unfortunately it seems the heart and the penis are fused together so surely that hardly any man can distinguish the two in the face of an alluring specimen. Nor do some even care to separate the two. As one of the most reliable routes to securing goyish compliance and vulnerability, why wouldn’t the Jewess invite such advantageous yearnings into their web?
“When you pork a lot of Jew broads you tend to notice a few patterns.”
It is very unkosher to pork a Jew, you know. You can probe the neurotic Jewish racial mind without sticking your meat thermometer into them. In fact, refraining from it gives you a clearer picture to frame those odd idiosyncrasies.
Jews are matriarchal as a people. Their men apply their masculinity towards typically feminine domains – social manipulation, subtle persuasion, and emotional interplay. This creates the “Legalism” and other strange yet potent psychological and social aggressions that a patriarchal race like Whites only dimly grasp.
Ester is a fitting mythological example of this in action. Women have long been used to ply men into doing the bidding of others. It is literally the basic survival strategy of hominid females to do this, and adding the Jewish layer on top of that is just slathering manipulative syrup on top of that shrewd icing. If rabbis are sorcerers, Jewesses can be Baba Yaga for all her inscrutable feminine cunning and fickleness.
Bismarck’s Monica Lewinski discourse is more reinforcement to this sorcery. By manipulating the metaphysical frames by tapping into shifting human laylines, she can cast whatever narrative she wants. Or, more accurately, she and her countrymen can seance it into materialization. Lewinski is, after all, just a dicksucking Jewess who happened to get close to a powerful goy. She is a mostly passive conduit channeling Jewish manipulation through her whining, and goyish fluids through her gullet.
“the Belle Juive’s whole purpose is inspiring a certain guilt or pity in the goyim [...] specifically through a performance of fragility, victimhood, and unimpeachable moral judgment.”
And securing the horniness in particularly self-blinded goyim.
All the elaboration that follows in Bismarck’s discourse simply describes the female-centric version of Jewish burrowing into alien nations and the utilization of their natural defenses for their own interests. The Jewish people’s behavior is just a fluke – the animal, not the accident. None of this behavior is by accident or some poor fate befalling these critters. It is success-deriving instinct and cultural inculcation, whether the particular actors of it are consciously aware of the scripts they play out or not.
Pity is a powerful tool to control behavior. Pity stays the hand of the gardener against the pest. Pity is the degeneration of mercy, mere sentiment devoid of justice and duty. Pity is a self-serving vice, disguised as compassion but really a means of evoking a misguiding sense of superiority in the perpetrator-victim. Pity blinds a man to the reality he faces, and causes him to act in a manner contrary to his own best interests.
It is no surprise then that Jews might exploit pity just as they would exploit lust, addiction, guilt, and every other spiritual canker in our people. And the Bellicose Juive often willfully cloaks herself in this societal pity just as a White girl might bat her eyes at her father to become his little princess again, or a Black girl might beat her paws together in faux-violent threats. These behaviors provide cover for more active elements of their respective populations to execute on more sophisticated social strategies.
This reinforces my concept of the Excipient population, the non-reactive agents that deliver the active-ingredients in medicines to their target systems. Excipients are not exclusively the domain of parasitic group strategies, but are present in different flavors among all races and nationalities. But that will have to star in its own neologistic article, one day...
“he’s unable to win since she sets the frame from the start. He just falls in.”
You know, this silly self-awareness of Bismarck that he is leaping straight into a trap reminds me of how I often play board games.
Once, I was playing Mansions of Madness, an appropriate enough example since we are talking about doomed attractions towards those possessing the Innsmouth Look. Our scenario had a betrayer among three NPC’s who needed to be discovered quickly before he or she brought about the end of the world. Time was of the essence, I told my fellow players, and we needed to go fast – ignore anything else that might distract us from our interrogations and just blitz down those NPC’s.
Of course everyone agreed with me, for it was the reasonable and manifestly obvious nature of the situation at hand. So I nodded sagely, took my turn, and immediately veered off into the woods towards a mystery item waiting there to be discovered. The NPC I was supposed to interrogate turned out to be the betrayer, and he promptly ended the world in my absence. And the mystery item I sacrificed the game for? Turns out it was a stick.
There is a funny tendency in some to see a problem with perfect clarity, yet then ignore their own insight and fling themselves right into the waiting jaws of defeat. It is like an internal Cassandra Effect, only it is you who doesn’t believe your own prognostications! Or worse you do believe them, yet think yourself too clever to fall for such an obvious trap as you slap your junk down right onto the trigger.
“some of them have weird smiles [...] tbh it’s a little grotesque the longer you stare at it… [...] that grin stretches past her ears; lines the face in a way that reads sinister; even predatory. [...] Jews are just a bit spoopy looking”
And Bismarck thinks, “Boy howdy, what a Hebraic maw – I sure do want to stick my dick in that!”
You know, that observation about the Jewish smile and eyes reminds me of a personal story about my own encounter with it.
Before I knew of the JQ as anything but a topic that produced delightful Happy Merchant memes for my personal collections, I was getting myself in the crosshairs of our tiny-hatted friends. I remember distinctly telling off one Jewess in public, openly dissecting her prole-candy outcry against some “problematic” performer as the self-serving performative stunt that it was. I didn’t know she was a Jew, nor would that have made much significance to me at the time. Still, you don’t need to know what a maggot is to smell the rot it so often finds itself in.
I guess employing a bit of public down-dressing of a Jew’s psychology and scheme really touches a nerve, because for the next two years that yenta led a secret campaign against me trying to stymie my every public move. An actual conspiracy arose around her to castigate me, sully my name, remove me from my job, and even deploy spies to report what I said in private discourses. Cancellation, at least the attempt. A little too malevolently self-indulgent? Not for a vengeful bellicose juive it turns out!
It led to the most iconic moment for me in my emotional understanding of the JQ. Once during this conspiracy, I happened to be in a waiting room speaking to the secretary about some small gathering I had gone to, and that I had recorded the audio for my personal notes. I hadn’t noticed a Jew lurking in the corner.
A particularly obsequious and scraping individual he was, always prostrating himself before the organization’s upper-echelon, hoping to ingratiate himself with power – a brown noser through and through. And this creature was part of his co-ethnic’s conspiracy, looking to catch me in any kind of malfeasance that could assist her campaign against me.
At once the crooked ears of this lanky Jew perked up at my words. Cunning but not very smart, he thought he had a code of conduct violation to finally get me on. He scuttled over and piped up suddenly in the midst of my conversation:
“What was that? That thing you just said... about recording…?”
That was all he said, but I remember it so distinctly from how disturbing the whole of his manner was. His words were oily, like he was savoring them pouring from his thin lips. His back hunched with his gleaming, beady eyes staring at me. Unblinking. He even rubbed his hands together as that huge, Jewish smile Bismarck described spread beyond his ears. Like a toothy toad delighting in a long-anticipated banquet.
It was the gaze of a Jew delighting in his ambush. That elated, predatory grin on that Jew’s face was arresting. Anyone who hasn’t been the subject of that stare is missing out on a major emotive part of the JQ. It’s as uncanny as discovering a stalker in your house. It makes you want to run the devil through – I guess that impulse takes on a different meaning if you’re Bismarck though!
The split-second moment stretched until I brushed the subject aside and turned to other matters. He lurked back there, savoring his morsel, before scurrying away to report to his fellow conspirators. Turns out it came to nothing, but that didn’t matter – he thought he had me. In that fleeting moment, the full spirit of The Jew appeared before me absolutely unmasked.
Bismarck talks at length about the Jew leading with the eyes, and I suppose that could be true. Maybe it is more impressive though to see the real Jew than to see the telling eyes of our own people that tend to shine out fairly constantly whatever the real nature of their soul is.
Unlike ours, the Jew’s inner-world is often obscured over by his many levels of neurotic defenses. Eyes normally as sullen and dull as an old rag suddenly pulls back to reveal the bright gleam of a dagger’s edge – a flash of sudden vicious delight of having snuck up on something threatening to him and besting it.
Apparently Bismarck takes this sudden yet inevitable betrayal as a form of foreplay. Can’t say that I do, though!
“Which on one level is insanely fuckin hot because Jews sort of feel like fragile elves again and arguably In Need Of Protection;”
If I could have a conversation with a Toxoplasmodium, I imagine it would say this exact line about cats through the mouth of the mouse it was infesting…
Masculine protective instincts are lucrative things to exploit for personal protection and advancement. Again, all normally configured women do this as par for the course. After all, it only makes sense to do so with such willingly gullible meat-and-eggheads that men tend to be. But Jewesses do it in their own racially adaptive way, incongruent with our own way, and that leads to all manner of social auto-immune disorders.
“Meanwhile it’s insanely hot how ethereally fragile and materially more susceptible to illness Ashkie girls are tbh… has an appeal sort of comparable to the idea of fucking a chick in wheelchair. [...] it would be hot as fuck to have a wheelchair girl dependent on you”
Oh man, I don’t know whether to experience horror or schadenfreud at the thought of Bismarck discovering the concept of breeding stumps in application to his Jewess interests…
I think this gets more towards the root of Bismarck’s interest however. What would be more mentally stimulating and thrilling than to best his greater racial rivals by rendering their women into his own helpless dependents? What better way to dominate Schlomo by making his daughter into his personal cocksleeve?
But this is just a dick talking – the organ, not Bismarck or me. In particular it is a man of a fundamentally Paternalistic race viewing the matter in terms of dominating another Paternalistic race. It is a misapplication however, a Samson-like error to underestimate the whore in his bed trying her racial best to subdue him.
Matriarchal power comes as trickles of poison poured into unguarded ears. Let a man think himself the victor, the conqueror, the winner, and in his drunken triumph simply turn his mind just so that he alters the course of his masculine ambitions towards her interests. Set him off on folly quests and fool’s errands, until his use is spent or he drives himself to destruction.
And as I said before, Bismarck knows this and has well explained it with his allusion to cats and rabbits grooming each other. To the cat, grooming another is a form of dominating the groomed, while to the rabbit being groomed is recognized as a form of supplication to its higher hierarchical status. Both feel like they are the one on top of the relationship.
This is how Bismarck justifies his Jewish dalliances, but doesn’t realize that these are matters of manipulated perspective. That rodent in the grip of the cat might seem the conquered party, but what delivered it between those claws in the first place? The cat thinks it to be his own prowess, but the Toxoplasmodia making that rodent a cat-lover knows it to be its doing. And it will continue its life cycle all the better for having sacrificed its vector for it.
One should beware mistaking vices for virtues, and when they are encouraged by those famed for the most cunning forms of manipulation. Many men have been destroyed by their own perceived success, and the Bellicose Juive is a perfect pitfall for both a man’s better and worse natures.
The Point
Again, I don’t fault a man for examining his sexual interests, but my goyish eyes glazed over a bit as the rest of the article went on about the nuances of Judaic liddedness. Perhaps his would glaze over the same if I waxed poetic about my love of midsections. Or maybe we both would be rendered into a similar torpor by other exhortations about the delicate pinkie-toe or the erotic craftsmanship of a fursuit.
The main reason and point that I wrote this commentary was to push back on this notion that the JQ somehow doesn’t matter anymore. Trying to subtly handwave away centuries of extreme problems caused by Jews hosted by non-Jewish societies because the last few years have seen the nose get exposed a tiny bit more than usual is like catching the ball in football and just putting it down outside the end zone.
Jews are no more rendered into the noogie corner than in the last few years past. They’re increasingly herding towards a corner alright, and increasingly making worse and worse mistakes, but that means only that his masks are slipping and cracking from his collective hubris. Seats of Jewish power are at risk now, but none have been truly taken. Having the cultural cover to barely tickle the matter of Loxism and the overall JQ is no more victory than merely catching the football is a touchdown.
The fundamental observation that leads to the Jewish Question is that, no matter how you shake it, Jews cause problems when ensconced in non-Jewish Civilization. The only times they don’t cause significant problems is when they are sequestered away from our many vices and our levers of power.
These problems are not just passive incompatibilities with our characters or our ways of life. There are active, malevolent urges among the Jewish ethnos towards humanity at large but Whites in particular, from their culture right down to their very constitutions. It is not something that is “fixed”, nor is it particularly appropriate for us as Whites to suggest Jews are “broken” in some sense. They are not broken, they are natural predators that prey on other human civilizations to sustain themselves.
They have genetic and cultural urges that unshakably reassert themselves generationally even after rounds of gene-stealing and mimicry. They revel in this, worship it, enslave devils and angels and men to it. Such a mentality cannot produce anything but obligate slavers of men, and it does. History shows what happens when you leave Jews at the levers of power, and the woes that befall those who forget those lessons.
All these observations about Jewish behavior lead invariably to the Jewish Question – what does one do to solve this incredibly difficult issue? And not only is the question still relevant, it still remains unasked among the general populace and certainly hasn’t been answered with appropriate, substantial, and meaningful action as of yet.
Bismarck tries to downplay it all after claiming the problem has been solved because little people murmur about Jews a tad more openly now. Now, when not a single meaningful office has been taken from them in any field. When the same politicians who sold us out to their interests are still in office. When merely the nose of the creature raping the souls of our people has been ever so lightly tweaked.
How then can Bismarck be so assured it doesn’t matter anymore? Putting aside the obvious dick-minded jokes that we’ve beaten to flaccidness already, there’s another more broad element about edginess to mention.
There is a tendency for those having inhabited an exciting edge to become naturally repelled when it “goes mainstream”. There is a certain disgust that grips the erudite when the unwashed masses, dim and unappreciating of the art that is a well-crafted meme, run about as posers to “your thing”.
Goebbels famously wrote about the sensation when he encountered a police officer who had previously beat him in service to the Weimar regime. But after taking power, Goebbels found that same officer sporting a swastika armband as if he were a loyal follower all along.
Goebbels clearly didn’t like it and set about ensuring herdling mercenaries like that officer didn’t corrupt the core values of his party’s philosophy, but reasoned again that the whole point of his party’s efforts to gain power was to lord over the whole of the board and not just its furthest edge. That means getting normies, even those once stupidly antagonistic to him, onto his side.
I think this edge lord sentiment plays a large role in Bismarck’s distancing from the evolutions of counter-Semitic popularization. Unfortunately that urges him to sweep the things he knows full well about Das Juden under his rug - because they certainly can’t go under his sheets, because there’s a Jewess lurking there!
It goes without saying that a downplayed antagonism for Jews will let him bed his Jewish wenches in peace without an increasing number of people shutting him out over it. But a man as thoughtful as Bismarck would not let the whims of his phallus hold up the whole of his argument as to why the JQ is irrelevant anymore, and so he’ll undoubtedly have to explore that once he can swat his joystick out of the way of his keyboard.
I say all this with the hope that the warning will resonate with some people in our mutual audiences, but most of all Bismarck himself. I hold no illusions that Bismarck’s torrid affair with Jewry would cease based on whatever I have to say. Never has a man’s lusts been chided out of him by the finger-wagging of randos with NPC-faces online! But perhaps not downplaying the value of the JQ or misinterpreting temporary Jewish embarrassments for total victory will be enough of a change of perspective that I could hope for.
If this inspires more discussion, all the better. That is what the Jewish Question’s many observations are meant to inspire - Discussions, honest and informed, about what to do about this most fateful and perilous people in our midst. And it is a discussion that must find a conclusion among our people, else the Jews will conclude it themselves by continuing to lead us all down the road to perdition.
But to finish on a less dramatic note… Really? Getting the hots for the Innsmouth Look? Come on, Bismarck. Jeez, I’m a man of modest expectations and appreciations, but one expects better tastes from the man so down about Teutonic Hobbits and their parochial yearnings!
Maybe it’s that Irish blood that drives him to drink poison and get himself into predicaments no sane man would willingly plunge himself into. But one can’t have Don Quixote’s valiant Romantic charges without his partially-pickled mind, can we? Whatever (mis)adventures Bismarck will embark on, we can rest assured they will be amusing and interesting to watch.
Lets just hope he doesn’t unseat himself in his folly.
The part about the Nationalism and 'Jewish Question' debates caught my eye. As a teacher, I wonder how these discussions help foster a more tollerant and open society.