Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Shown To Be Idiots Yet Again!
Looks like those masses of the Great Unwashed over at One People's [Housing] Project dropped the ball again in their ever desperate attempt to "prove" the early skinheads of the late-'60s/early-'70s were all multi-racial, 2-tone fags who all had this "great interracial brotherhood of white and black skinheads". Fact is, Skinhead was ALWAYS a White subculture that was nationalistic & anti-immigrant, even before factions of it crystallized into full-on White Power movements! I give you an excerpt from one of the monkeys that was in "The Specials", a defunct anti-racist ska band from later that era:
At a concert at which he was pictured wearing a hat (from a single of theirs photo), he told 'The Record Collector', August 2004 issue, that his hat "got pinched off me afterwards by what I remember as being a huge skinhead. Given the way that 2-tone is usually recalled as standing for racial harmony, it's striking to look back at just how much menace and intimidation there was at these shows." Hahahaha...Take that all you RASH, SHARP, & Antifa queers!
Clayton Cubit's African Skinhead Photo Exhibit
Looks like we have to make a correction here. We originally thought the pictures in this exhibit were of African skinheads in the 70s, but the photographer emailed us and let us know the true backstory:"The shoot was a fantasy re-imagining of style history. What would it have looked like if the early (pre-racist) skinhead movement arose not in working class London, but in Lagos Nigeria? What if there was a portrait photographer documenting the movement, and his images were lost for thirty years until recovered in a shoebox in some dusty bazaar?It touches on style fantasy, on anthropological traditions, and on enthusiastic portraiture of from West Africa in the 60s and 70s (particularly Malick Sidibe). It also touches on the mental condition of colonialism, Nigeria having been a British colony. Much like the Sapeurs in the French Congo who aspire so greatly to the luxury items of Paris." We apologize for the confusion, but these are still some real cool shots! The arrows to move from one picture to the next are hard to see, so just click on either side of the pictures.
At a concert at which he was pictured wearing a hat (from a single of theirs photo), he told 'The Record Collector', August 2004 issue, that his hat "got pinched off me afterwards by what I remember as being a huge skinhead. Given the way that 2-tone is usually recalled as standing for racial harmony, it's striking to look back at just how much menace and intimidation there was at these shows." Hahahaha...Take that all you RASH, SHARP, & Antifa queers!
Clayton Cubit's African Skinhead Photo Exhibit
Looks like we have to make a correction here. We originally thought the pictures in this exhibit were of African skinheads in the 70s, but the photographer emailed us and let us know the true backstory:"The shoot was a fantasy re-imagining of style history. What would it have looked like if the early (pre-racist) skinhead movement arose not in working class London, but in Lagos Nigeria? What if there was a portrait photographer documenting the movement, and his images were lost for thirty years until recovered in a shoebox in some dusty bazaar?It touches on style fantasy, on anthropological traditions, and on enthusiastic portraiture of from West Africa in the 60s and 70s (particularly Malick Sidibe). It also touches on the mental condition of colonialism, Nigeria having been a British colony. Much like the Sapeurs in the French Congo who aspire so greatly to the luxury items of Paris." We apologize for the confusion, but these are still some real cool shots! The arrows to move from one picture to the next are hard to see, so just click on either side of the pictures.
Kooky Red Snitch
Here's an insane rant from one of the Reds' "finest" over at the cyber-ghetto known as "One People's [Housing] Project". He goes by "Heavy Fed" & is perhaps even more of a twisted scumbag than even ole Rerun! He brags about being a rat for the Federal Government..how "anti-system" these dregs are!
"Why don't you quit flying that flag in my face.Report me to the FBI...I fight for THIS country...I always have...I always will...until my dying breath...I will serve her...I swore an oath at 17...an oath to protect and defend my country...from ALL enemies...both foreign...and DOMESTIC...and though after falsely being accused of being a racist at 18...and subsequently discharged from the Navy...I STILL wanted to serve my country...I had planned on staying in the Navy for a few years...and then coming home to be a Police Officer.I quickly found out...that my discharge affected my ability to become a Police Officer...I was crushed.My whole life had been changed, because one person...I did not know well...heard me from the other side of the showers...talking to a good Black friend of mine...who was showering in the spot next to me...this person I did not know...heard me...supposedly...call my friend right next to me...a nigger.My friend told everyone...HE...never...heard me call him a nigger.Several other people in the showers agreed with the guy who said he heard me.I was the best recruit that place had ever seen...I went in all fat and slow...unable to run for long...to by my Sixth week...when I was taking over everything...I was as fast as the fastest track guy...scored as high in my classes as the highest book worm...and requested extra PT all the time...I would request PT for the entire company...anytime I felt they needed it. I was just a squad leader, but because I requested so much extra PT, I was the most powerful man in the company...I did not only request punishment for my company...I requested it for myself. I started out with 'Marching Party"...it's a punishment most recruits avoid like the plague. I requested it every night...it's an intense hour long PT grinding just before lights out...you are not allowed to shower after finishing...you go to bed dirty...or so they thought...I figured out I could go to the gym on base...which was on the way back to the Company...all I had to do...was take my Spats off...and hide them in the bushes...and I no longer looked like a recruit.I had progressed to requesting Short Tour...I was the strongest recruit the Seals that ran that punishment had ever seen. Short Tour is this most intense two hour grinding in the sun with dress shoes on your feet...a pack on your back...a helmet on your head...and a gun in your hands. I had found my home...after my first day there...it was requested that I lead a Short Tour class...they had a 50-75% failure rate in Short Tour...if you failed...you came back the next day...if you continued failing...you were drummed out of the Navy.That day I lead Short Tour...everyone failed...I caused every last person to fail. No one ever passed a Short Tour class I lead.I had many really good friends...who knew I was just trying to make us all stronger...I grew stronger every day...but I also had lots of enemies.So I figure that is what caused the incident in the shower...they had invented a way to get rid of me.And so they did.Though...my country I felt...had turned it's back on me...my country...that I cared about more than anything...shunned me...I still could not turn my back on it.I was very angry for a few years after that...and for a couple years I went around rebelling against anything I could find...I was a tough son of a bitch...I tested my self against everything, I could find. The desert...the mountains the woods...the city...any extreme I could find and get to...I would test myself against.I was very depressed...I wanted more than anything to serve my country.I could not. They did not want me...I was labeled...Passive Aggressive.After repeated rejections...I somehow got the idea into my head...that I was going to kill myself.I ended up back in Austin...had a huge fight with my mother and I ended up taking a whole bottle of sleeping pills. I went for a walk and ended up in Zilker Park...the pills started kicking in...I saw bats flying around me...and people digging graves. I knew I did not want to die...but it was too late...I was in the middle of an empty park and it was getting dark. I passed out. A black police officer found me lying nearly dead.I woke up in the hospital, they sent me home that night in a cab...still under the effects of the medication...I had another fight with my mother and left.I took a plane to Houston...still depressed I knew I needed help...somehow I got it into my head that if I went and rented a camcorder and sold it, the police (my friends) would see that I needed help. The guy I rented the camcorder from said he was going to wait until the rental fees added up so he could file a Felony against me.He did. I ended up in Harris County jail, it was the late 80's, there were 48 people in a 24 man cell block then, I was housed on the 10th floor...they called it "The Gladiator Floor". I was usually the only white person in my tank...I had to fight every day...and after each fight they would move me to a different tank...to start the process all over again.After six months of this I finally had my jaw broken by this huge black dude...strangely enough I was fighting a white guy at the time.I called my father to bail me out...he did...and then later on the Courts ended up dropping the charges.I went back to Austin and started driving cab...I did that for a couple of years and made a really good friend...he was a college student in his final year...we ended up getting an apartment together...he drove cab as well.Less than a month later we were supposed to meet at Taco Cabana for breakfast at 4am after driving all night...I went by my mothers and fell asleep on her couch.I woke up at about 8am...hopped in my cab and started taking calls.The dispatcher kept asking if I had seen my roommate, I told them he was probably at home asleep.After I missed our breakfast...he went back out to take calls...the first one he took was a little after 4am...it was a 14 year-old black kid...he picked him up from a party at a hotel...the kid took him to Round Rock...out behind Round Rock High School...shot him in the back of the head...took his money...went back to the party and posed for pictures with the money and the gun.After that I could no longer drive cab, I ended up in Alaska where I worked as a commercial fisherman for seven years, during the summer months I traveled around the US, Canada and Mexico, I spent the money I made in Alaska fighting crime in my own way.I worked with the FBI, the DEA, the US Marshals service, the IRS and numerous local and state agencies.Then I came across a National Alliance recruiter in a gun show in Austin...the rest is history.These were all very intense formative issues in my life...they made me what I am today...a tool...a tool against evil.No..I swore an oath to my country...to protect her from enemies both foreign and Domestic...I never untook that oath...and I have never ceased my attack on the enemies of America I find.If see any individual...I perceive as an enemy...I take him down...I always have...I always will.I've just transferred my "Passive Aggressive" tendencies...to MySpace...and let my ingenuity take over.This is MY MySpace. This is MY SPACE. Traitorous and racist individuals are not welcome on MySpace.I am forming an army...which I will train...to achieve my goal...of ridding MySpace of all objectionable material.This site can not be allowed to go on corrupting our youth...with racist propaganda...nor traitorous plots against our country.This is the fight I have chosen...this is a test...I have chosen.I have never failed a test.So wave your flag all you wish...you make yourselves only better targets...and once in my sights...I never miss...nor do I ever quit the pursuit.So...report me to MySpace...they are partially my enemy anyway...report me to Law Enforcement if that is what you wish...it will only make me more powerful...to be arrested for fighting hate on MySpace.I welcome all resistance...it tends to make me stronger.I have not yet given up on my Country...I have not yet given up my freedom...and I will not relinquish my right or my sworn duty to oppose those who seek to destroy my Country or it's freedoms be they friend or foe, enemies foreign or domestic.Those that are willing to fight with me are welcome, those opposed...are damned.Heavy FedPS. You would do well to join me...and not oppose me...I will not fail.Everyone reading this message...go to http://groups.myspace.com/unitefightthem and join my group...together...we will...make a stand!First we take MySpace...then we take back America...and restore her to her rightful glory!If you would like to contact me I can be reached at http://www.myspace.com/heavyfed or at HeavyFed@yahoo.com"
"Why don't you quit flying that flag in my face.Report me to the FBI...I fight for THIS country...I always have...I always will...until my dying breath...I will serve her...I swore an oath at 17...an oath to protect and defend my country...from ALL enemies...both foreign...and DOMESTIC...and though after falsely being accused of being a racist at 18...and subsequently discharged from the Navy...I STILL wanted to serve my country...I had planned on staying in the Navy for a few years...and then coming home to be a Police Officer.I quickly found out...that my discharge affected my ability to become a Police Officer...I was crushed.My whole life had been changed, because one person...I did not know well...heard me from the other side of the showers...talking to a good Black friend of mine...who was showering in the spot next to me...this person I did not know...heard me...supposedly...call my friend right next to me...a nigger.My friend told everyone...HE...never...heard me call him a nigger.Several other people in the showers agreed with the guy who said he heard me.I was the best recruit that place had ever seen...I went in all fat and slow...unable to run for long...to by my Sixth week...when I was taking over everything...I was as fast as the fastest track guy...scored as high in my classes as the highest book worm...and requested extra PT all the time...I would request PT for the entire company...anytime I felt they needed it. I was just a squad leader, but because I requested so much extra PT, I was the most powerful man in the company...I did not only request punishment for my company...I requested it for myself. I started out with 'Marching Party"...it's a punishment most recruits avoid like the plague. I requested it every night...it's an intense hour long PT grinding just before lights out...you are not allowed to shower after finishing...you go to bed dirty...or so they thought...I figured out I could go to the gym on base...which was on the way back to the Company...all I had to do...was take my Spats off...and hide them in the bushes...and I no longer looked like a recruit.I had progressed to requesting Short Tour...I was the strongest recruit the Seals that ran that punishment had ever seen. Short Tour is this most intense two hour grinding in the sun with dress shoes on your feet...a pack on your back...a helmet on your head...and a gun in your hands. I had found my home...after my first day there...it was requested that I lead a Short Tour class...they had a 50-75% failure rate in Short Tour...if you failed...you came back the next day...if you continued failing...you were drummed out of the Navy.That day I lead Short Tour...everyone failed...I caused every last person to fail. No one ever passed a Short Tour class I lead.I had many really good friends...who knew I was just trying to make us all stronger...I grew stronger every day...but I also had lots of enemies.So I figure that is what caused the incident in the shower...they had invented a way to get rid of me.And so they did.Though...my country I felt...had turned it's back on me...my country...that I cared about more than anything...shunned me...I still could not turn my back on it.I was very angry for a few years after that...and for a couple years I went around rebelling against anything I could find...I was a tough son of a bitch...I tested my self against everything, I could find. The desert...the mountains the woods...the city...any extreme I could find and get to...I would test myself against.I was very depressed...I wanted more than anything to serve my country.I could not. They did not want me...I was labeled...Passive Aggressive.After repeated rejections...I somehow got the idea into my head...that I was going to kill myself.I ended up back in Austin...had a huge fight with my mother and I ended up taking a whole bottle of sleeping pills. I went for a walk and ended up in Zilker Park...the pills started kicking in...I saw bats flying around me...and people digging graves. I knew I did not want to die...but it was too late...I was in the middle of an empty park and it was getting dark. I passed out. A black police officer found me lying nearly dead.I woke up in the hospital, they sent me home that night in a cab...still under the effects of the medication...I had another fight with my mother and left.I took a plane to Houston...still depressed I knew I needed help...somehow I got it into my head that if I went and rented a camcorder and sold it, the police (my friends) would see that I needed help. The guy I rented the camcorder from said he was going to wait until the rental fees added up so he could file a Felony against me.He did. I ended up in Harris County jail, it was the late 80's, there were 48 people in a 24 man cell block then, I was housed on the 10th floor...they called it "The Gladiator Floor". I was usually the only white person in my tank...I had to fight every day...and after each fight they would move me to a different tank...to start the process all over again.After six months of this I finally had my jaw broken by this huge black dude...strangely enough I was fighting a white guy at the time.I called my father to bail me out...he did...and then later on the Courts ended up dropping the charges.I went back to Austin and started driving cab...I did that for a couple of years and made a really good friend...he was a college student in his final year...we ended up getting an apartment together...he drove cab as well.Less than a month later we were supposed to meet at Taco Cabana for breakfast at 4am after driving all night...I went by my mothers and fell asleep on her couch.I woke up at about 8am...hopped in my cab and started taking calls.The dispatcher kept asking if I had seen my roommate, I told them he was probably at home asleep.After I missed our breakfast...he went back out to take calls...the first one he took was a little after 4am...it was a 14 year-old black kid...he picked him up from a party at a hotel...the kid took him to Round Rock...out behind Round Rock High School...shot him in the back of the head...took his money...went back to the party and posed for pictures with the money and the gun.After that I could no longer drive cab, I ended up in Alaska where I worked as a commercial fisherman for seven years, during the summer months I traveled around the US, Canada and Mexico, I spent the money I made in Alaska fighting crime in my own way.I worked with the FBI, the DEA, the US Marshals service, the IRS and numerous local and state agencies.Then I came across a National Alliance recruiter in a gun show in Austin...the rest is history.These were all very intense formative issues in my life...they made me what I am today...a tool...a tool against evil.No..I swore an oath to my country...to protect her from enemies both foreign and Domestic...I never untook that oath...and I have never ceased my attack on the enemies of America I find.If see any individual...I perceive as an enemy...I take him down...I always have...I always will.I've just transferred my "Passive Aggressive" tendencies...to MySpace...and let my ingenuity take over.This is MY MySpace. This is MY SPACE. Traitorous and racist individuals are not welcome on MySpace.I am forming an army...which I will train...to achieve my goal...of ridding MySpace of all objectionable material.This site can not be allowed to go on corrupting our youth...with racist propaganda...nor traitorous plots against our country.This is the fight I have chosen...this is a test...I have chosen.I have never failed a test.So wave your flag all you wish...you make yourselves only better targets...and once in my sights...I never miss...nor do I ever quit the pursuit.So...report me to MySpace...they are partially my enemy anyway...report me to Law Enforcement if that is what you wish...it will only make me more powerful...to be arrested for fighting hate on MySpace.I welcome all resistance...it tends to make me stronger.I have not yet given up on my Country...I have not yet given up my freedom...and I will not relinquish my right or my sworn duty to oppose those who seek to destroy my Country or it's freedoms be they friend or foe, enemies foreign or domestic.Those that are willing to fight with me are welcome, those opposed...are damned.Heavy FedPS. You would do well to join me...and not oppose me...I will not fail.Everyone reading this message...go to http://groups.myspace.com/unitefightthem and join my group...together...we will...make a stand!First we take MySpace...then we take back America...and restore her to her rightful glory!If you would like to contact me I can be reached at http://www.myspace.com/heavyfed or at HeavyFed@yahoo.com"
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
WHAT IF.....??
The Mexican Presidente has said that enforcement of our immigration laws against criminal invaders amounts to "harrassment" against them. Reader contributed essay: WHAT IF 20 MILLION ILLEGAL ALIENS VACATED AMERICA? Tina Griego, journalist for the Denver Rocky Mountain News wrote a column titled, "Mexican visitor's lament" -- 10/25/07. She interviewed Mexican journalist Evangelina Hernandez while visiting Denver last week. Hernandez said, "They (illegal aliens) pay rent, buy groceries, buy clothes...what happens to your country's economy if 20 million people go away?" That's a good question – it deserves an answer. Over 80 percent of Americans demand secured borders and illegal migration stopped. But what would happen if all 20 million or more vacated America? The answers may surprise you! In California, if 3.5 million illegal aliens moved back to Mexico, it would leave an extra $10.2 billion to spend on overloaded school systems, bankrupted hospitals and overrun prisons. It would leave highways cleaner, safer and less congested. Everyone could understand one another as English became the dominate language again. In Colorado, 500,000 illegal migrants, plus their 300,000 kids and grand-kids – would move back "home," mostly to Mexico. That would save Coloradans an estimated $2 billion (other experts say $7 BIL) annually in taxes that pay for schooling, medical, social-services and incarceration costs. It means 12,000 gang members would vanish out of Denver alone. Colorado would save more than $20 million in prison costs, and the terror that those 7,300 alien criminals set upon local citizens. Denver Officer Don Young and hundreds of Colorado victims would not have suffered death, accidents, rapes and other crimes by illegals. Denver Public Schools would not suffer a 67 percent drop out/flunk out rate via thousands of illegal alien students speaking 41 different languages. At least 200,000 vehicles would vanish from our gridlocked cities in Colorado. Denver's four percent unemployment rate would vanish as our working poor would gain jobs at a living wage. In Florida, 1.5 million illegals would return the Sunshine State back to America, the rule of law and English. In Chicago, Illinois, 2.1 million illegals would free up hospitals, schools, prisons and highways for a safer, cleaner and more crime-free experience. If 20 million illegal aliens returned "home" -- If 20 million illegal aliens returned "home", the U.S. economy would return to the rule of law. Employers would hire legal American citizens at a living wage. Everyone would pay their fair share of taxes because they wouldn't be working off the books. That would result in an additional $401 billion in IRS income taxes collected annually, and an equal amount for local state and city coffers. No more push '1' for Spanish or '2' for English. No more confusion in American schools that now must contend with over 100 languages that degrade the educational system for American kids. Our overcrowded schools would lose more than two million illegal alien kids at a cost of billions in ESL and free breakfasts and lunches. We would lose 500,000 illegal criminal alien inmates at a cost of more than $1.6 billion annually. That includes 15,000 MS-13 gang members who distribute $130 billion in drugs annually would vacate our country. In cities like L.A., 20,000 members of the "18th Street Gang" would vanish from our nation. No more Mexican forgery gangs for ID theft from Americans! No more foreign rapists and child molesters! Losing more than 20 million people would clear up our crowded highways and gridlock. Cleaner air and less drinking and driving American deaths by illegal aliens! Drain on America's economy; taxpayers harmed, employers get rich Over $80 billion annually wouldn't return to their home countries by cash transfers. Illegal migrants earned half that money untaxed, which further drains America's economy – which currently suffers an $8.7 trillion debt. At least 400,000 anchor babies would not be born in our country, costing us $109 billion per year per cycle. At least 86 hospitals in California, Georgia and Florida would still be operating instead of being bankrupted out of existence because illegals pay nothing via the EMTOLA Act. Americans wouldn't suffer thousands of TB and hepatitis cases rampant in our country—brought in by illegals unscreened at our borders. Our cities would see 20 million less people driving, polluting and grid locking our cities. It would also put the "progressives" on the horns of a dilemma; illegal aliens and their families cause 11 percent of our greenhouse gases. Over one million of Mexico’s poorest citizens now live inside and along our border from Brownsville, Texas to San Diego, California in what the New York Times called, “colonias” or new neighborhoods. Trouble is, those living areas resemble Bombay and Calcutta where there is grinding poverty, filth, diseases, drugs, crimes, no sanitation and worse. They live without sewer systems, clean water, streets, electricity, roads or any kind of sanitation. The New York Times reported them to be America’s new “Third World” inside our own country. Within 20 years, at their current growth rate, they expect 20 million residents of those colonias. (I’ve seen them personally in Texas and Arizona; it’s sickening beyond anything you can imagine.) By enforcing our laws, we could repatriate them back to Mexico. High integrity, ethical invitation We invite 20 million aliens to go home, fix their own countries and/or make a better life in Mexico. We invite a million people into our country legally more than all other countries combined annually. We cannot and must not allow anarchy at our borders, more anarchy within our borders and growing lawlessness at every level in our nation. It’s time to stand up for our country, our culture, our civilization and our way of life.
Monday, November 19, 2007
Viva Espana!
Madrid, Spain - Carlos Javier, a 16-year-old anti-fascist activist, was stabbed and killed by a 24-year-old off-duty soldier, identified as Josué Estébanez de la Hija with neo-Nazi affiliations. Javier was riding a metro train with a group of anti-fascists reported to be Redskins on their way to a pro-immigration protest on Sunday. While stopped at Legazpi station they spotted Estébanez who was wearing a t-shirt with a neo-Nazi symbol.Estébanez attacked two of the anti-fascists with a knife, wounding one 19-year-old Jonathan M. Alexander in the lung and Javier fatally in the heart. Fighting ensued and a fire extinguisher was smashed filling the train car with particles. Estébanez attempted to flee the station but was apprehended and is now in police custody.Police have obtained a copy of detailed surveillance footage from the train and have released a summary of it's contents. Alexander is expected to recover from his wound and a demonstration in memory of Javier has been scheduled for Saturday November 17th.http://www.expatica.com/actual/article.asp?subchannel_id=81&story_id=45900En Español para ingles usar http://babelfish.altavista.com/ (or other translator site)http://www.klinamen.org/article3370
Friday, November 16, 2007
WELCOME!
Welcome to White People's Project..A site where Intolerance of Tolerance is the Only Intolerance we tolerate! We urge all Nationalists to participate in WPP. Any info on dirty Reds & the hosts of the Unwashed, please send them to us at :wrkclass@hotmail.com! Enjoy!
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