Archive for July, 2009

Calling All Rabbis

July 5, 2009

The fundamental theme of wartime propaganda can be summarized in two sentences: “The Motherland is in danger. Will you answer the call as your forefathers did?”

The Motherland Is In Danger!

The Motherland Is In Danger!

Will You Answer The Call As Your Forefathers Did?

Will You Answer The Call As Your Forefathers Did?

Yet, on the most fundamental level, the propaganda is irrelevant. The Nazi invasion of the Soviet Union began at 0400 hours on 22 June 1941. The first aerial ramming attack took place at 0425, when lieutenant Ivanov drove his obsolete I-16 fighter through the tail of a brand-new German He-111. Lieutenant Ivanov did not need propaganda. No one had to draw him a poster, sing him a song, make him a patriotic speech. His action was immediate, instinctive, unthinking. It bypassed all logic, all reason, all conscious thought. It was not propaganda that caused RAFVR Sergeant Bruce Hancock to ram his Anson trainer into a German Do-17 on 18 August 1940, at the height of the Battle of Britain. It was not propaganda that caused at least three Yugoslav pilots to drive their Hawker biplanes into fatal collisions with invading German Messeschmitts on the first day of the German invasion of Yugoslavia. It was not propaganda that drove the kamikaze and it is not propaganda, nor drugs, nor the promise of heavenly virgins that drives Hamas suicide bombers.

There is, within the soul of every normal man a fundamental instinct that drives him to rise, regardless of his creed, or race, or nation, to the defense of his Motherland as he would rise to the defense of mother, daughter, sister, wife. Unthinkingly. Selflessly. Without question or hesitation, even to the sacrifice of his own life. There is a tiny spot in every healthy, normal man’s soul that binds him invisibly to the Homeland, whether it be Russia or Poland or England or America or Japan or any other nation. This tiny spot, this invisible thread, can remain untouched, untapped for decades, perhaps for his entire life. But when the little detector in his heart feels the vibration of Motherland In Danger, whether from foreign enemies or home-grown traitors, it drives him immediately, unswervingly, out of his stupor, raising him, even despite himself, to the defense of his nation. The propaganda does not create this feeling. It merely awakens it, reminding men of things they already know in their heart of hearts, but have temporarily forgotten.

It is for this reason that no disembodied, anonymous voice from the depths of the exile would be needed to drive the Ukrainian people to the streets in bloody revolt against any lunatic government that proposes to give Lviv back to the Poles. No one would need to tell the Polish Army to mutiny and march on Warsaw in response to some moronic presidential order to forcibly evacuate Gdansk and give the city back to the Germans. And were some psychopath in the Kremlin to propose bringing international troops into the Kitaigorod and surrendering Novgorod, Pskov and Izborsk to the Germans, there would be no need to wait for the Russian people to revolt or for the Tamansky Guards Division to mutiny and march on the capital. His own bodyguard would hoist his head up on a bayonet within the hour!

But the people of Israel did not take to the streets in bloody revolt at the news of Oslo, to hang Rabin and his gang of traitors from the nearest available set of lampposts. The IDF did not mutiny nor march to crush the traitorous Sharon government with tanks in response to the order to evict the Jews of Gush Katif. No Jewish suicide bombers rose to defend our homeland after Amona. The Jewish People is sick to its very core.

Two thousand years of exile have deformed the Jewish soul. For two thousand years, the proud heirs to Joshua and the Maccabees, the nation that fought the Seleucids and Hellenists for thirty years, the nation that thrice rose in revolt against the power of Rome and killed a third of Hadrian’s standing army, tuned into a clutch of pathetic peddlers who groveled in abject humiliation, licking the jackboots of whatever bloodthirsty goyshe bandit currently held power over their filthy ghettoes. Those whose veins bore the blood of Samson and King David spent two thousand years hiding in trembling terror under the beds upon which pogromschiks raped their wives and daughters. For two thousand years we became twisted little half-human homunculi, with twisted little homunculous half-souls devoid of courage, of manhood, of the fundamental self-respect that turns a dirty animal with a penis hanging between its legs into a Man. For two thousand years we have focused on nothing more than immediate survival. The real men got killed pointlessly in pogroms or abandoned their faith, like Yonah Yakir and Baruch Feldman, to fight for alien masters and foreign ideologies that promised the Jew equality but, in the end, delivered only death. Our rabbis institutionalized cowardice to ensure the survival of the nation, ruling that no Jew was obligated to risk his own life to save another. The Torah of Eretz Yisrael was hidden, replaced for two thousand years by the Torah of Exile.

Yet the very Sages who, among the filth and degradation of dhimmi ghettoes in Sura and Pumpedita, abjectly shouted down R. Yossi’s proud assertion that “Arms are an adornment to a man”, knew that their Exile Torah would be discarded and forgotten overnight if his newly-acquired faith combined with military genius and miracles to drive the Kagan of the Khasars to a triumphal entrance through the gates of a liberated Jerusalem or were Moshiach to arrive and break, by miracle and sword, the onerous Islamic yoke that daily ground their people ever deeper into the dust.

The Zionists, too, knew that the Torah of Exile was as much anvil as life preserver, that it at once kept the Jew from drowning in the ocean of goyshe culture and yet prevented him from surfacing to stand proudly upon the rock of his own sovereign State. They may have thrown out the baby with the bathwater when they threw out Judaism in favor of an empty secular nationalism, but their hearts were in the right place, guided by Hashem to miraculously produce all the right decisions for all the wrong reasons.

Baruch Hashem, a century of Holocausts and commissars and Zionist organizers and the creeping sweet poison of American materialism have combined to drive the Torah of Exile from the hearts of the majority of our people. We have, by miracle and bayonet, a Jewish-majority entity in a tiny part of our trampled Motherland.

And yet the sickness of the exile is not gone from our crippled souls. What healthy nation would tolerate rule by cowards and traitors who seek to surrender pieces of our Motherland? Any healthy man, be he Russian or American or Pole, when presented with the likes of Liberman’s so-called “plan” for “territorial exchange” would thump his fist on the table, roar out: “THE MOTHERLAND IS NOT FOR SALE!” and proceed to beat the exponent of such abject treason into a bloody pulp. Yet the sick Jewish nation considers this cynical galutnik peddler to be a patriot! Even his opponents call him a nationalist!

And where are those who have, for two thousand years, claimed the mantle of leadership over our nation? Where are our rabbis? Where is the Rav to revive our sick, crippled, deformed national soul with the healing elixir of the Torah of Erets Yisrael? Where is the Rav with the courage to proclaim that beturbaned frauds who rule that pieces of our Motherland can be given away to preserve Jewish lives ought to be pelted with rotten tomatoes and driven into exile, if not stood up against a wall and shot?! Where is the Rav to tell our youth that their obligation in response to Oslo Treason is not to feebly wave orange ribbons but to take to the streets in bloody revolt?! Where is the Rav to tell our soldiers that, in response to an order to expel Jews, they are obligated to not merely refuse orders, but to mutiny and massacre the officers who give such orders and march on the Knesset to summarily execute the entire Government of Traitors?!

Calling all rabbis! Is there one among you in whose veins the blood of filthy, groveling peddlers has not yet wholly replaced the blood of kings and maccabees? Is there one among you in whose soul the spark of the Torah of Erets Yisrael still glows? Is there among you even one MAN?!

13 Tammuz, 5769

Where Is The Love?

July 3, 2009

Last week, there was a Torah lecture at Shdema. Some “rabbi” spent some time mumbling about redemption and mashiach. Then, on Sunday, a bunch of pseudo-nationalist, allegedly Jewish politicians came to walk around and pose for the cameras. Today, there is going to be a lecture again, by some other “rabbi”. In between, there have been some picnics, too. Between the cookie crumbs and the speechifying, I am sure the goyim building full speed down the hill from Shdema are shaking… with laughter and contempt.

If you want to know why the goyim honestly doubt our right to the Land, look no further than Shdema!

Dear reader, let us have an analogy. Imagine if some out-of-town thug comes along and terrorizes your neighborhood. Then he comes to you and says “Hey, I’m a peaceful guy. I’m just misunderstood. Give me the rights to half of your wife and we can make peace. You can have her Sunday, Monday and Tuesday and I’ll have her Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. We’ll put her under joint control on Saturday so we can have her at the same time.” Suppose all your neighbors agree that you should, for the sake of peace, give the thug half your wife. They all get together in front of your house, call you a warmonger and an obstacle to peace and noisily demand that you give up your wife this instant for the good of the entire neighborhood.

Would you give up your wife for peace? No! You love your wife and you would never give her to a stranger. It doesn’t matter what the neighbors think or don’t think, it does not matter what arrangements are offered, it does not matter what the consequences are. You do not give up that which you love.

Now let us have another analogy. Suppose some thug comes along and starts raping your wife. Do you stand idly by and make flowery speeches about how much you love her? Do you write her some love poetry while the thug is brutalizing and tormenting her? No! You come to the defense of your wife. It does not matter if he is a hundred and fifty kilo gorilla and you are a pencil-necked geek with a glass jaw. It does not matter if he’s got a gun and you are unarmed. It does not matter who is yelling at you to stand back so you do not “add to the violence”. It doesn’t even matter if you are going to die. You are fighting to protect that which you love. That which you love is more precious to you than life itself! You fight and you die to protect what you love.

And what of a Homeland? How does a man relate to his Homeland, land of his forefathers, land that he loves? Does he offer to give up pieces of it for the sake of peace? No! No! A thousand times no! Ten thousand times NO!

You do not compromise about your Homeland. It is your HOMELAND. It is SACRED. It is more precious than your life, more precious than the lives of millions, more precious than the lives of friends and siblings and wives and children and elders. It is more precious than anything else in the world. It is the HOMELAND. You LOVE it. You do not give it up. Not a city, not a town, not a village, not an island or a field or a rock or a grain of dust or a blade of grass! Not a millimeter! Nothing! Never! Not for peace, nor promises of peace, nor trade agreements, nor loans nor even for the whole assembled riches of the entire world! If you are willing to barter it away, to give away even a single grain of sand, it is not your homeland! It is not sacred to you. You do not love it. If there arises among you one who claims to be of your people but who agrees to give up even a square millimeter of the Homeland, then he is NOT of your people. You spurn him, silence him, beat him, drive him out of your midst, kill him if you must. But you NEVER listen to traitors who seek to surrender any part of the Homeland for any reason whatsoever. You CERTAINLY do not permit them to sit in ministerial chairs, to walk the streets without fear, to dominate the media and command the armies.

For that matter, armies of normal people do not obey orders to surrender parts of the Homeland. They mutiny. They stage coups. They massacre traitors on sight, even if the traitors be their own generals.

Nor does a normal public tolerate armies or governments or a media that permit or advocate the surrender of the Homeland. The people revolt. They take to the streets. They hang traitors from lampposts, even if they have to hang their entire ruling elite.

And when a foreigner invades the Homeland, what do normal people do? Do they stand idly by and make pretty speeches while the enemy occupies pieces of the Homeland and sets up shop as if at home? No! They fight!

You fight for the Homeland you love! You die, if need be, to protect the Homeland you love! You NEVER rest, you NEVER stop, not for a day, nor an hour nor a minute! While even a single square millimeter of your Homeland is occupied by foreigners you fight and fight and fight and do not count the cost, even if it be for a thousand years, even if it be over a swamp or a single barren hill or an outcrop of rock in the middle of a desert!

You do not care if the enemy is strong and you are weak. You do not care what weapons your enemy has. You do not care how many men you lose or how much treasure you spend. You fight!

If the enemy comes by surprise with brand-new state-of-the art He-111s loaded for bear and all you have are I-16s that have been obsolete for ten years, you do not quit. You get in your planes and you rise to meet the enemy. And it does not matter if there are eight of them and two of you. It does not matter if you have ten hours in the cockpit and every one of them has a hundred. It does not matter if your fuel gage reads empty. It does not matter if you have barely enough ammo for a single, desperate burst. You are fighting for your MOTHERLAND, for your SACRED, PRICELESS HOME, for the land of your fathers and their fathers and their fathers before them, all the way back to Rurik and Oleg and Ilya Muromets, back in time until history fades into myth and legend. They fought for the Motherland and bled for the Motherland and died for the Motherland. AND THEY ARE ALL WATCHING YOU!

And so you rise to meet your enemy and you pick a bomber and you dive at his tail, into a hail of bullets from the whole enemy formation, and you RAM the son of a bitch! And it does not matter that your life will end in a shower of metal fragments and burning gasoline. It does not matter that your wife will cry over a postcard. It does not matter that there won’t even be a coffin or a grave for your son to visit. You are fighting for your Homeland! It is more precious to you than anything else!

If the enemy is entrenched with bunkers and artillery and all you have are your rifles and some hand grenades, you do not quit. You pick up your rifles, you go forth to meet your enemy, you attack into a hail of bullets. You shoot your weapon and you throw your grenades and when you can do nothing else, you throw yourself at the bunker and you cover the embrasure with your chest so your comrades can take the position! And it does not matter that you will die in agony as the machinegun shreds your lungs and heart and liver. You are fighting for your Homeland! It is sacred! It is worth your life!

If the enemy has more carriers than you have fishing boats, if he can produce more in a day than your country can produce in a year, if he has weapons you cannot even match and a technological superiority so great that he slaughters a hundred of your soldiers for every one of his own, you do not quit. It does not matter if defeat is inevitable. It does not matter if there is no more food and no more ammunition and no more gasoline. It does not matter if tomorrow you will be down to fighting the greatest industrial power in the world with bamboo spears. You load your planes with explosives and enough fuel for a one-way trip, you say your prayers, you drink your sake and you rise to fight your enemy! You go out there and you see his mighty fleet, and you pick a ship and you dive into a hail of antiaircraft fire and you ram into the deck of that carrier! And it does not matter that your body will disintegrate in a fireball of burning fuel and explosives. It does not matter if your sacrifice buys only a month or a week or even an hour! You die for your Homeland, for the land of your ancestors, the land that you love, the land that is more precious to you than anything else in the world and you consider it an honor and a privilege!

Between 22 June 1941 and mid-1943, Soviet pilots performed over two hundred ramming attacks. But British pilots also rammed enemy planes at the Battle of Britain and Americans rammed Japanese planes over the Pacific. Aleksandr Matrosov may have gotten the fame, but there were hundreds of other men who repeated his feat and dozens who preceded him.  There were thousands of kamikaze, but German pilots also flew suicide missions at the end of the war and, had there been invasions of Britain or the United States, American and British pilots would have flown them also.  There is no veteran on any side in any real war who does not know of someone who willingly threw away his life in order to gain victory for his comrades.

These were not acts of lunatics or fanatics. Those who performed them were not supermen but ordinary people, dear reader, like you and me. They were normal people fighting for their Homeland, fighting for that which any normal man loves more than life itself, more than his wife or child or mother or anything else in the world. THAT is how normal people relate to their Homeland, be she Russia or America or Germany or Japan or any other land.

So what are the goyim to make of the Jews of the Holy Land, with their “peace” processing? What are they to make of those who are willing to give up half of what they claim to be their homeland in exchange for some piece of paper? What are they to make of those who claim to love the Land yet, in the same breath, agree to discuss evacuating pieces of it and then proceed to shamelessly haggle about the price in dollars and security guarantees? What are they to make of those who make pretty speeches while enemies invade and rape the land they claim to be their home?

Look at Shdema! Down the hill are goyim raping our precious, tiny Homeland, the sacred Land given to us by the Almighty Himself, and we respond with TORAH LECTURES and PICNICS and SPEECHES?!

And who are the “rabbis” who give these so-called “Torah Lectures”? What kind of “rabbi” dares to deny that when aliens attack the Jewish People in the Holy Land, it is the obligation of every Jew to rise immediately to the defense of the Land and the People? Do not depend on Vienna Mike. Here is the Rambam, Hilchot Melachim, 7:4: “…in a milchemet mizvah, the entire nation must go out to war, even a groom from his chamber and a bride from her chuppah”. Fools may misinterpret the prohibition on women wearing swords in Nazir 59a and moronically treat firearms as if they were swords, but to those with brains the meaning is clear as day! What “rabbi” dares to deny this Halacha? What “rabbi” dares to give a “dvar Torah” on any other subject while our Land is under attack day and night, occupied and ravaged by inhuman Amalekite beasts? Such a man is no rabbi!

What are the goyim to make of these protestations of “love” for the Land from those who refuse to fight for it, from those who refuse to die for it, from those willing to SELL it if the price is right? Of course they believe the whole think to be some kind of greedy kike trick, a ploy to swindle somebody out of land and money! Not one of them would EVER spurn and desecrate his Homeland the way the Jews of the Holy Land spurn and desecrate their Divine inheritance! Where is this “love” that the Jews claim to possess for the Land? WHERE?!

Well, dear reader, it is easily found. There is a People in the Land who has NEVER compromised, NEVER surrendered willingly even a square millimeter! There is a People in the Land who fights and fights and fights and does not count the cost! There is a People in the Land who faces ultramodern tanks and planes with molotovs and rusty RPGs! There is a People in the Land who slaughters without mercy anyone who even DARES to mention retreat, or surrender or compromise, anyone who dares to mention the mere possibility of trading away even a single grain of sand, even for all the riches of the world! There is a People in the Land who, deprived of modern missiles, builds giant model rockets out of sewer pipes and sugar and fertilizer to fire at their enemy and, when it cannot even build rockets, sends selfless warriors, men, women, even children, to walk amongst their enemies with bombs strapped to their bodies and detonate in their midst!

You want to see true messirut nefesh? You want to see true love of the Land? You want to see those who treat the Land as their Homeland and not as some kind of disposable diaper to use and throw away? You need not look far!

…even the bride from her chuppah…

…even the bride from her chuppah…

Look at your enemy, the enemy that Hashem in His infinite wisdom has raised up to teach, shame and chastise you in order to drive from you the kelipot of galut! Look at those who show true LOVE for the Land! Look at those who show true FAITH in their god! Look at the sons and daughters of a slave, risen to teach Honor to the Firstborn of the King of Kings! Look and be ASHAMED!

11 Tammuz 5769