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Race, Religion and Nation

Adam wrote an excellent piece on this here, and I urge you all to read it.

Adam is a proper Catholic (Sedevacantist) and has got this point about race and religion right.

Nevertheless, I, as a Venetian, have some more nuanced view (or extremist, take your pick).

My country, my nation, has been usurped and annexed first by the French under that megalomaniac Napoleon, and essentially dissolved by the French on 12 May 1797,

He then gave it to the Austrians, who then gave it to the Italians in 1805 (under Napoleon still) but then took it back by force in 1814 with help of the English. Between then and 1866 it went back to independence, then back to Austria, then back to France, then finally to the Italian Kingdom in 1866. Despite this, there has been an undercurrent of Venetian wish for return to independence that has never ended, and that will never end.

On April 25th 2016 I was in St. Mark’s Square during the traditional feast for the patron Saint of Venice. The mayor started out strong claiming Venetian nationality but then went full diversity and the crowd pretty much turned their backs on him with not a few shouts of “bastard” and “traitor”.

It was more than the Catholic religion that held those people together and that calls to me too. Despite my having never felt any loyalty to Italy as a country in general, I feel one towards Venice.

I grew up all over the world and when I lived in Cape Town for over a decade, I loved that city, and the sea, and when I would come back to it after a trip, driving in, seeing the Ocean below I always wondered “Is this my place?“ I liked it and I had chosen it, but it never felt truly mine, even though I liked it more than any place I had been before. It was much later, in 2004 or so when I worked in Aviano’s US base that on one of my forthrightly trips to London, when the plane took a turn over it and I saw the waterways and laguna not close to the city really, that instinctively, powerfully, seeing that desolate and water-logged land from the porthole-like window of the plane, I felt a pull in my chest and the words came into my mind unbidden:

That is my land.

I was shocked by it. I had been a nomad all my life and spent more time in various countries in Africa than I ever had in Europe. I had refused and avoided military service in Italy thanks to having lived overseas since a young age, but on principle I hated the idea of being enrolled in a military if not by my own choice.

I knew my grandfather was Venetian and I went there on holiday with him and my grandmother as a little boy of 2 and 3 years old, where they (both champion swimmers) taught me to swim.

I loved the sea, unlike my brother who was scared of it as a little boy.

But I barely had ever taught of Venice or being Venetian. But from that day, that visceral, instinctive pull made me aware of it.

Then in 2016 I lived in Venice for a year and there it become clear. This was, my city. And the Venetians, ornery critters that they are, are recognisably my people, both in the things I detest about them as well as those I like.

There is more to it than mere religion, though I agree it is the main glue that binds a people.

And there is more to it than race, for it has never prevented me from loving a person I cared about, although differences are undeniable, even if we happen to share a religion.

But there is a deeper sense yet, and it might be in the blood, genetics, or maybe there is even a link to the soil, because I can no more explain why a place I was not born or lived in for my entire life other than one year in 2016 should have ever had such a pull on me, in 2004, and when seen from the air that. And not the city or the glory of it, but the swamps and waterways unpopulated by anyone other than birds and fish.

So, yes, while religion binds us above all, so does race and even nation.

Venetians have always been a mixed breed of bastards, because we travelled and explored and traded with the whole world, and we partook of pretty women wherever we went and the Venetian girls were known throughout Europe for being if not easy to keep, certainly adventurous.

We are not phased by difference from us. I certainly have never been. But that is not to say we don’t recognise it.

We are a nation of explorers, and explorers try and do and see. And they learn to appreciate it all; even as we remain ourselves.

My children have a Venetian father and an English mother, and already, I can see, like me, (and their mother too) they are curious and explorers at heart, and like us, they too, are people of the sea.

And I will teach them their ancient history. And see they ignore the lies of the demons trying to conquer us all and make us all the same.

By G | 8 May 2024 | Posted in Ancient Technology, Catholicism, Increasing Happiness, Relationships, Sedevacantism, Social Commentary, Travel, Writing

Brigands – A Review

Just started watching Brigands and it’s actually an Italian production, which I didn’t know, based in Sicily and shows Garibaldi in the opening scene being the scumbag he was. The acting is all in Italian with heavy Sicilian accent and some dialect. There is a little mistranslation in the first episode as the Piedmontese are referred to simply as “soldiers”, which is corrected later but makes a non Italian miss the point that each region of Italy, before the forced and unwanted “unification” was really a nation in its own right.

In the second episode, towards the end is a popular song. The words are very cool. I reproduce them in Italian as that is how they rhyme. They rhyme in the Sicilian dialect too but google translate is not going to help you with that. You can use google translate for the rough meaning from the Italian spellings.

Com’è bella la luna

E questa vita quando è in fiore

Col brigante e il contadino

Lotta contro l’oppressore

Che del mondo e del cielo

Pensa di essere il padrone

La terra ci ha donato il Padre Nostro (play on words here as Padre Nostro means Our Father)

Proteggi la famiglia

Brindiamo a lu guaglione (guaglione = boy but also street urchin in Napolitan slang)

A morte gli invasori

Prendiamo i loro denari

Finche siamo insieme

Non abbiamo paura

Delle cose che ci possono accadere

Accadere

Seguiamo il lupo che ci guiderà

Non è per l’oro ma per la libertà

Per ogni uomo o donna che verrà

Dalla terra un brigante nascerà

Seguiamo il lupo che ci guiderà

Non è per l’oro ma per la libertà

Per ogni uomo o donna che cadrà

Dalla terra un brigante nascerà

It really has everything. The reality of the oppressors who think they own the land and the sky, and the fact that the so-called brigands, like the farmers, are just people that want to be free of them. And that for every man or woman that will be born, or killed, a new brigand will rise from the Earth.

I have never been one for singing around a fire, but I can listen to it when it is not done by drunks at least. I’m no singer, and no musician, I only know at most two songs off by heart, (linked below) but that is because mostly I am apart from most human beings. Some men are like that partly by nature, partly by what life makes them, I think it is what happens to a natural man that does not lose his nature and survives the slings and arrows of so-called modern life, with all its barbaries. Which is why I always got along with farmers, though I am not one, not by nature, temperament or talent. And why I also got along with brigands, at least those honest ones that have a code of sorts, even though I am not a brigand either, not by nature or temperament, the skill I have if I wanted to use it that way, but I do not. And both farmers and brigands, though recognising I am neither, also get along with me.

All natural people who have not lost their true nature are similar in some way. I am not Sicilian and though most think Sicilians are not reliable people, I always got on with them and found them reliable and honest. Then again, most people think Venetians are arrogant, underhanded schemers, while I see them as not falsely modest, proud, and hard to fool or take advantage of. So maybe Venetians and Sicilians have more in common than most other regions despite the distance and superficial differences in culture.

Anyway, I hope you translate the song. It’s a good hymn for present times, whoever you are.

By G | 7 May 2024 | Posted in Farming Life, Sedevacantism, Social Commentary

Why The Whole NATO Play is Nonsense

Allow me to show you in one simple image why the bluster of Macron is literally nonsense. The Macaroon, aside probably being “married” to a Tranny that likes to play mommy to him, is completely delusional, and so is the idea that the “armies of Europe” would, or even could, face off against Russia and somehow “win”.

Especially when you keep in mind two things:

Russia has hypersonic missiles that can reach ANY city in Europe and a bit beyond. These missiles can carry nuclear warheads. And NOTHING can stop them. Literally nothing. No technology on Earth exists today to even slow them down, never mind stop or render them inoffensive.
This is the other point:

And there is that little third bonus point. Ask me if there was a draft tomorrow AND an order for all active Italian troops to deploy to Ukraine and attack Russia:

What percentage do you think would show up?
And what percentage would go AWOL?
And what percentage might just march on Rome and decide that maybe it’s time to really change puppeteers?

Do you know? Because I don’t, but I am 100% sure NONE of those numbers are zero. And I am not at all sure the last number in the list above isn’t bigger than the first one in it.

Do you get it yet? It’s all nonsense and bluster and bullshit. Russia will do whatever it wants with Ukraine, America will do the usual American dance (from far away) shouting “Yo Mama,” and do absolutely NOTHING more, while Russia continues to prison rape Ukraine at leisure, and then stops there, securing it’s near borders and leaving the rest of Europe to begin to wonder why they are still being gimps to the trannies with painted faces from across the Atlantic, now that Russia has shown the entire world they are just clowns.

And they people of Europe will begin to realise that even with hundreds of American bases in Europe, they really can’t do much if, like the Africans, the local people decide that it’s time to say “Yankee, go home.”

Because then Yankee will have to simply go home. Assuming his home is not already on fire with some low level civil war/invasion force from “Mexico” situation kicking things off.

So just bide your time, wait, and when the time is right, if you are European or American, simply reclaim your nation from the parasites that have been running it for the last 79 years. It might just be a matter of moving into empty buildings, depending how bad things get.

By G | 6 May 2024 | Posted in Russia and GAE, Social Commentary, The Enemy Within

How I Know She Loves Me

To move away from the rather grim realities of Gaza genocide, public policy, pedophiles, politicians, and so on, it all being grim mostly due to an absence of all of these parasites, mass murderers, and child rapists swinging from trees and lampposts, I thought I would share a slightly lighter event from my life, and that is my wife and I’s discussion of my celebrity crush: Emily Blunt.

When we watch the odd film, that my wife manages to stay awake for past the initial credits, there was a time that if Dwayne Johnson was in it, she would say “Oh yes!” to it, she has since gone completely off him after some allegations (I have no knowledge about their veracity or otherwise) that appeared somewhere that he was for hire to service men or women in what I think is the male equivalent of “yachting” for female actresses. Anyway, her tastes vary generally, or are more broad than mine.

I, a true connoisseur of refined taste, have only really had two celebrity crushes (and yes, yes, let’s all just pretend Hollyweird is not a hive of pedophiles and worse for a minute here, this is fantasy land territory).

The first was Madeline Stowe, who in her prime was a vision, and more recently, Emily Blunt.

Oh, there was also Famke Jannsen, but a couple of years ago I saw her in a new film or TV series or something, and Oh, my God… my brain was fried. Whoever her plastic surgeon was should be hung, drawn and quartered. While she was not quite Donatella Versace level of African Mask make-over, it was a rude shock. So much so my brain has practically excised her from memory.

So it’s Madeline Stowe, and yes, she has slightly asymmetrical features, and they only make her prettier.

And when Madeline was gracefully “retired” in my mind, the only other actress I found very attractive was Emily Blunt.

They might seem quite different women, but they are both in that range of beauty that goes near or above 9 and from which, no real agreement between men can be reached. No one is a 10 to everyone, but some are tens to some. Beyond 9, the numbers get hazy. As does the sanity, of course, as I wrote about many moons ago, nevertheless, while Stowe could have been described as more Latino-ish and smouldering, and Blunt more quintessentially English, they both have a playfulness that would no doubt come into it behind closed doors. I also probably had a soft spot for Emily because in many ways she does remind me quite a bit of my wife. Aside the pretty looks, they have quirky senses of humour, although I suspect Emily’s dark side is kept a little away from the cameras. But overall there is a playful intelligence and the generally somewhat amusing English shyness mixed with slightly ridiculous rigid logic and somewhat absurd concepts of empathy and humanity makes such women endearing to me.

Anyway, given our dark humour, my wife and I habitually tease each other on pretty much anything and everything. Needling each other with our hypothetical “crushes” on random actors/actresses is part of the fun. Of course, for all we know they are horrible people in real life, or maybe not, but I somehow think it’s unlikely we’d ever bump into them at the local rural market on a random Tuesday and find out or become great friends, so it’s all just fantasy.

Today, my wife struck a low blow. I received this message… out of the blue.

https://www.veraclinic.net/emily-blunt-plastic-surgery/

So uncalled for. Hurtful really.

I protested, said it was all lies, just vicious gossip. Our text conversation was quite tragic.

As I asserted Emily was all natural, and I was willing to prove it with my body! For science! She retorted that I would never be able to tell if Emily would enjoy the process, what with her being practically mummified now.

Wife: Shame, it made her eyes all wonky.

Me: LIES!!

Wife:

Me: Jealousy makes you evil!

Wife: Emily is a waxwork now darling, Lol!

I tried to placate the green monster…

Me: I remember thinking she’s around your age in the last film I saw (some drama about big Pharma) and she clearly has aged but is still pretty and I thought she is one of the few that has aged nearly as well as you…

I wasn’t falsely flattering her, I do think that.

Wife: But alas, she succumbed to the call of the plastic. Vain little creature.

Me: (more seriously) but did she? I skimmed the article you sent and couldn’t notice from the pictures in it I glanced at.

Wife: I saw pictures of her at a recent event and was like: Shit, what has she done?

Me: No! Not Emily!

Wife: I know it may take some time for these news to set in, But you’re a smart man, and clearly, though your brain gets all dizzy and F* up around certain types of women…

Me: Hot slutty ones?

Wife: you will clearly see in front of you here a botched bit of facial work. Sad. So sad Emily.

Me: (expecting a sadly revealing picture) No! Spare me the trauma! Let me Dream!

Wife: Ok.

Wife: Emily can’t do that (wink)

Me: (Waiting)

Me: You really not going to send it? I thought you knew me better than that. Send it!

Wife:

Me:

Wife:

Wife: Now she’s angry

You just can’t tell.

Me: (Laughing)

Wife: Bitch has gone full Essex on you!

Me: I can still dream… maybe seen from behind…

Wife: For now… but she’s on the train…

Me: Wow… the knives! The SCALPELS you’re throwing at poor Emily!

Wife: I can’t help it. I’m disappointed in her.

Me: (knowing this is probably true actually) Still, the cattiness… ferocious!

Wife: Ah… go write about it. (We have another way of saying this in Italian I think. It also starts with “Ah…” and also “Go…” slightly different ending though.)

Me: I will!

Wife: I’m sure.

Me: Title? Wife Savages Emily Blunt! Husband Worst Hit!

Wife: How I know She Loves me. Hahahaha

And so there you have it, ladies and gentlemen.

And Emily, if you ever read this… please, for the love of God, stop. You’re still beautiful, and you know, you can come round our place and my wife can give you a pep talk about self-confidence. Or I can. It’ll be fine, we’re Catholics, we can’t divorce, and I still have good reflexes, the knife stabs probably won’t kill me. Maybe a little scarring, but hey, you’re not new to that eh?

Oh and even if I liked his Jack Ryan series, it’s ok, you can leave the husband at home, someone needs to look after the kids after all.

Yeah, that’s how we roll. We’re not really very nice people. That’s why we’re Catholics. God came to save the worst of the lot, didn’t you know?

By G | 6 May 2024 | Posted in Humour

Noticing reality is Racist and Antisemitic

As Civilians in Gaza are carpet bombed and killed by the thousands, noticing this fact, along with he mass graves, actual call for genocide by the Israeli government officials representing it and so on, goes on, the worst crime you can commit, is noticing it.

And being able to do math and telling others about it is a crime punishable by law now in Germany.

Tell me again how the great replacement is a “conspiracy theory” and how the mass media is not run by a small group of people that also controls the banks and world finance and promotes transgenderism, homosexuality and mass immigration into Europe and the USA of illegals that cause disproportionate levels of crime. And how, they also are disproportionately represented in the people who were at the head of all the aspects of the COVID fake VAXX mass-murder event.

I’m listening, go one, “educate” me on how these are all just “conspiracy theories” and so obviously false that you need to criminalise simply making public information from the government that is already public anyway.

Seriously, go on… I am curious as to how you explain it.

By G | 6 May 2024 | Posted in Billionaire Pedophiles, The Enemy Within, The Jews

Russia speaks directly

The Russians have seen the sabre rattling of the French Chihuahua, Macaroon, the brain damaged Polaks, and other assorted neurotic European poodles, all pushed by the increasingly neurotic Jewish masters at the helm behind the obese, fake-food filled, brain-stunned by drugs, Americans.

And since the Russian softly, softly diplomacy followed by surgical military precision designed to remove the roots of the cancer at their doorstep, rather than just the cancer itself, has not been heard by the Satanic pedophiles, bankers, and deluded idiots behind the deep state of the USA, the Russians are now making sure that this time they speak plainly.

For anyone to think the Russians are bluffing on this score, they literally would have to be abysmally ignorant of Russian culture/philosophy/strategy (checked that box! The gay freaks in charge are all of the above, and arrogantly assuming the things that worked in 1915-1917 will still work today), and also completely retarded (also checked this one! Maybe it’s the generational inbreeding).

Here is another, and the guy talking is not just a tv presenter or some random Russian guy. He is the press secretary for Vladimir Putin.

In other words, Russians don’t do American chest beating displays a la Trump. As it used to be the same in Italy when I was small, and watched karate competitions where my dad taught and trained, a brash display of ego, for Russians of a certain age, mine or higher certainly, is thought to demonstrate weakness. Unmanliness.

The Americanisation of the planet means that young people today have probably never seen a martial arts bout where the fighters fight, bleed, win and lose, and maintain a stoic bearing, no shouting, no smiling, nothing on their face but focus, and the crowd too, silent. Watching two men size each other up and fight fairly even if hard and brutally.

Russian culture still has this idea in its own way. As do all men worthy of the title in any meaningful way. They are not bluffing. They just realised that Americans and even more so, the people who run and own America, simply do not understand this concept. To them, words are the “thing”. And they need to be punched in the face every time they open their stupid mouth; and it takes several times before they learn that it will happen every time they do it, and so learn to shut it. Even then, they will never stop scheming and plotting. They really are like an entirely different species of creature, and the very concepts of honour, justice, love, and so on that are the very bedrock of European origins and Christian perspective, are thought of simply as weaknesses to exploit by these creatures. There can really never be a coexistence of such entirely different beings.

Separation or annihilation are the only possible outcomes, and sooner or later one of those two answers is what ultimately takes place between such diametrically opposed philosophies.

You can see this playing out in real time as Israel tries to exterminate the Palestinians by bombing and killing hundreds of thousands of Palestinian civilian men, women, children and babies, starving them, destroying their hospitals and killing them in mass graves while they are helped by the American forces to have news blackouts. The very concept of mercy, or empathy for innocent children does not exist, Netanyahu has labelled them Amalek, and as such deemed worthy of extermination down to their pets. Nor is there going to be any guilty consciences among the Jewish soldiers, because in Jewish thought, and their religion, anyone not Jewish is only a beast of burden put on Earth to serve them. That is literally the belief their own Rabbis have expressed many times over the millennia and expressed it really clearly in multiple ways in their Talmud. Can you coexist with “people” that see you only as a beast of burden? Who believe your life has no value at all when compared to theirs? No more than you might feel for a flea or a mosquito? In fact I would put it to you that if you are a normal human being, I have no doubt that the logic of the idea that even the flea or the mosquito or the bed-bug, or some other irritating parassite, has some right to exist probably at least touched your mind. Not so with people who murder children in cold blood and rape and murder innocents for fun and because they do not consider them human. And so I ask you: should such “people” that think and act that way be given the privilege of being treated as humans themselves? Not to my mind.

Any adult that sees me and my children and my people or any people, as simply some disposable thing to be used or killed or whatever at their whim, gets the same exact consideration from me that I would give to a rabid dog.

Just as you cannot have good and evil coexist, it is impossible to coexist with such beings.

Any attempt to entice you into doing so is simply how evil operates. It’s only the seller of sewage that will ever suggest you add it into your ice cream, never the ice cream seller that says you should blend the two.

Russia is sending out a clear message.

Those who have eyes to see will be starting to understand a lot more besides. Pay attention and chose a side, because there are only two sides and there is no middle, only war zones. And while it is entirely true that your choice is Jesus Christ or Lucifer, the details matter. At least they do if you don’t want to be just a private in the midst of the bloodbath with no perspective, no say, no choice in what part of the meatgrinder you end up in.

If you pay attention, even as a lowly private your chances improve greatly. So I hope you’re paying attention, whoever you are, and whatever your rank. Take note of how the enemy fights and who they are. And conduct yourself accordingly.

By G | 5 May 2024 | Posted in Billionaire Pedophiles, Christianity, Freemasons, Sedevacantism, Social Commentary, The Enemy Within, The Jews