"Demokrati är där två idioter bestämmer över ett geni"
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Ska Väst leva, eller ska Väst dö?
Twilight of the West
I watch with wide-eyed wonder, the Buddha's (Buddha var arier/indoeuropé, och var blond) stoic stare
As he gazes out serenely, without spirit left to care
The gold-haired thin ascetic's head is buried in the sand
Of the mystic's sterile desert-- seeks to be one with the land
And your women feeling equal to the men who fill their lives
Disdain the age-old titles of "motherhood"and "wife"
Their mild mannered husbands grant their anarchistic flight
By the weak-willed neuter feelings of their limp-wrist corporate lives
Your churches all are classrooms of humanistic thought
Who preach of economics and salvation which is bought
They measure good in dollars, no longer martyrs' blood
And promise "pie" not of the sky, but lying in the mud
I watch the West now dying
Its twilight time has come
As its melody plays sadly
Of that which has become
The politician tells you, that there's nothing left to fear
"Peace on Earth -- goodwill towards men," as he grooms his doomed career
Opponents you thought vanquished, have come to take their fill
As they hover on the sidelines, preparing for the kill
Your well-fed soldiers stand in line, amid the morning rain
But the pulse-beat of their fathers spread so thin through their veins
The ancient vow to valor, lies shrouded in the mist
Of the years of tranquil living, that have robbed them of the test
Iconclastic artists, with little left to say
Spawn their works of chaos, with such thought-provoking names
The patrons of pretension, give unmitigated praise
As they join the faker's chorus, for fear of losing face
I watch the West now dying
Its twilight time has come
As its melody plays sadly
Of that which has become
The money hungry merchant (=juden), descends to greater greed
As he tried to take advantage of the conditions he helped breed (Grekland och Spanien är bra exempel där den judiska eliten både har orsakat det ekonomiska förfallet, och genom lömsk planering efteråt ska sko sig och skaffa än mer makt)
The rich are dressing ragged, as the poor put on their best
They all don mask of falsehood, as they live their lives in jest
The parents treat their children, as though expensive toys
Provided for dull moments, a diversion to employ
Professors set the standards, "Equality!" nothing less
As they level all their students, making sure none is best
Young all shake their fists, that the "old" pollute the land
As they fill themselves with posions, from the other hands
And they all sing praise to progress, and the new days that will come
As they dance the deadly dervish, of their mind's delirium
I watch the West now dying
Its twilight time has come
As its melody plays sadly
Of that which has become
As he gazes out serenely, without spirit left to care
The gold-haired thin ascetic's head is buried in the sand
Of the mystic's sterile desert-- seeks to be one with the land
And your women feeling equal to the men who fill their lives
Disdain the age-old titles of "motherhood"and "wife"
Their mild mannered husbands grant their anarchistic flight
By the weak-willed neuter feelings of their limp-wrist corporate lives
Your churches all are classrooms of humanistic thought
Who preach of economics and salvation which is bought
They measure good in dollars, no longer martyrs' blood
And promise "pie" not of the sky, but lying in the mud
I watch the West now dying
Its twilight time has come
As its melody plays sadly
Of that which has become
The politician tells you, that there's nothing left to fear
"Peace on Earth -- goodwill towards men," as he grooms his doomed career
Opponents you thought vanquished, have come to take their fill
As they hover on the sidelines, preparing for the kill
Your well-fed soldiers stand in line, amid the morning rain
But the pulse-beat of their fathers spread so thin through their veins
The ancient vow to valor, lies shrouded in the mist
Of the years of tranquil living, that have robbed them of the test
Iconclastic artists, with little left to say
Spawn their works of chaos, with such thought-provoking names
The patrons of pretension, give unmitigated praise
As they join the faker's chorus, for fear of losing face
I watch the West now dying
Its twilight time has come
As its melody plays sadly
Of that which has become
The money hungry merchant (=juden), descends to greater greed
As he tried to take advantage of the conditions he helped breed (Grekland och Spanien är bra exempel där den judiska eliten både har orsakat det ekonomiska förfallet, och genom lömsk planering efteråt ska sko sig och skaffa än mer makt)
The rich are dressing ragged, as the poor put on their best
They all don mask of falsehood, as they live their lives in jest
The parents treat their children, as though expensive toys
Provided for dull moments, a diversion to employ
Professors set the standards, "Equality!" nothing less
As they level all their students, making sure none is best
Young all shake their fists, that the "old" pollute the land
As they fill themselves with posions, from the other hands
And they all sing praise to progress, and the new days that will come
As they dance the deadly dervish, of their mind's delirium
I watch the West now dying
Its twilight time has come
As its melody plays sadly
Of that which has become
(Changes)
Detta skrevs redan 1969 - Hur ser vår samhälle ut idag!
Vårt samhälle kanske nu är i behov av andlighet mer än någonsin...?
...och oavsett i vilken form?
Jag gillar inte kristendomen, som mina läsare säkert känner till, men andlighet och spiritualitet rent generellt behöver vi just nu mer än någonsin, i vårt av modernismen sargade Väst.
"Where's God?"
Innocent..........folks
Innocent..........folks
Folks..
Innocent..........folks
Innocent..........folks
Folks..
Innocent folks wrong place at the wrong time,
Doing bids or drawn in a chalk line, little kids crossing the bridge too young,
Some tortured before they come, {damn}
Evil is here, the boogie man too,
You don't own a gun, man you should plan to,
Am I looking at shxt negatively,
Crib death mom ain't got shxt left,
How the fxck is shxt fair out here,
Homeless family froze on the stairs, where's God bumping his ipod,
It's odd, I'll be the lightning rod,
I wanna know,
Where's God? {pitiful that}
Where's God?
Where's God, when shxt goes down?i wanna know,
Where's God? {pitiful that}
Where's God?
Where's God, when shxt goes down? {it ain't right}
Are we all be tested fail me then,
So much fxcked up shxt where to begin,
Some kids are born with a silver spoon,
Others born with a needle & a world of doom,
Little girl found duct taped & raped, & the killer escaped God give me a break,
I want to keep believing but it's a struggle,
Let Jake & jack jeckel juggle,
Drunk drivers killing Iraq survivors, he can't interfere, then why's he here?,
After years of feeling like nobody cares,
Most of us switch gears on Him, Cheers,
Cheers......
Where's God? {pitiful that}
Where's God?
Where's God, when shxt goes down? {it ain't right} cheers....
Where's God? {pitiful that}
Where's God?
Where's God, when shxt goes down? {it ain't right}
Children fire, everybody dies,
As a preacher explains & I roll my eyes,
This game tryin' to make sense of madness,
For a ray of hope in a world of sadness,
I get it, we all need hope to cope,
But collection plate money goes to dope,
I cling by a finger & I'll admit it,
Most of it is bullshxt, & I don't get it,
If he was up there chillin',
Lettin' this happen,
Doin' nuttin',
He'd be in need of a slappin',
But we're all clueless to how it works,
There are no experts & that's what hurts,
Where's God? {pitiful that}
Where's God? {we need Him here} where's God, when shxt goes down? {it ain't right}
Where's God? {pitiful that}
Where's God? {we need Him here}
Where's God, when shxt goes down? {it ain't right}
"There's not an individual who's ever confessed Christ, who has not but one time or another, said the wrong thing, thought the wrong thing, done the wrong thing, & I don't care how saved you are"
Where's God? {pitiful that}
Where's God? {we need Him here}
Where's God, when shxt goes down? {it ain't right}
Where's God? {pitiful that}
Where's God? {we need Him here}
Where's God, when shxt goes down? {it ain't right}
{pitiful that}
I still believe.....
It ain't right,
Pitiful that,
We need him here,
It ain't right
Innocent..........folks
Innocent..........folks
Folks..
Innocent..........folks
Innocent..........folks
Folks..
Innocent folks wrong place at the wrong time,
Doing bids or drawn in a chalk line, little kids crossing the bridge too young,
Some tortured before they come, {damn}
Evil is here, the boogie man too,
You don't own a gun, man you should plan to,
Am I looking at shxt negatively,
Crib death mom ain't got shxt left,
How the fxck is shxt fair out here,
Homeless family froze on the stairs, where's God bumping his ipod,
It's odd, I'll be the lightning rod,
I wanna know,
Where's God? {pitiful that}
Where's God?
Where's God, when shxt goes down?i wanna know,
Where's God? {pitiful that}
Where's God?
Where's God, when shxt goes down? {it ain't right}
Are we all be tested fail me then,
So much fxcked up shxt where to begin,
Some kids are born with a silver spoon,
Others born with a needle & a world of doom,
Little girl found duct taped & raped, & the killer escaped God give me a break,
I want to keep believing but it's a struggle,
Let Jake & jack jeckel juggle,
Drunk drivers killing Iraq survivors, he can't interfere, then why's he here?,
After years of feeling like nobody cares,
Most of us switch gears on Him, Cheers,
Cheers......
Where's God? {pitiful that}
Where's God?
Where's God, when shxt goes down? {it ain't right} cheers....
Where's God? {pitiful that}
Where's God?
Where's God, when shxt goes down? {it ain't right}
Children fire, everybody dies,
As a preacher explains & I roll my eyes,
This game tryin' to make sense of madness,
For a ray of hope in a world of sadness,
I get it, we all need hope to cope,
But collection plate money goes to dope,
I cling by a finger & I'll admit it,
Most of it is bullshxt, & I don't get it,
If he was up there chillin',
Lettin' this happen,
Doin' nuttin',
He'd be in need of a slappin',
But we're all clueless to how it works,
There are no experts & that's what hurts,
Where's God? {pitiful that}
Where's God? {we need Him here} where's God, when shxt goes down? {it ain't right}
Where's God? {pitiful that}
Where's God? {we need Him here}
Where's God, when shxt goes down? {it ain't right}
"There's not an individual who's ever confessed Christ, who has not but one time or another, said the wrong thing, thought the wrong thing, done the wrong thing, & I don't care how saved you are"
Where's God? {pitiful that}
Where's God? {we need Him here}
Where's God, when shxt goes down? {it ain't right}
Where's God? {pitiful that}
Where's God? {we need Him here}
Where's God, when shxt goes down? {it ain't right}
{pitiful that}
I still believe.....
It ain't right,
Pitiful that,
We need him here,
It ain't right
(Insane Clown Posse)
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I Sverige så har zigenare carte blanche gällande att ha illegala pistoler på sig
Ja, redan på 50-talet, kunde de strutta omkring med det, helt fullt synligt på offentliga platser inne i Stockholms innerstad. De kunde t o m festa tillsammans med våra lismande politiker och vårt intelligentia, samtidigt som de gick omkring med pistol på sig helt synligt.
SVERIGE ÄR FANTASTISKT!!!!!!!
Se följande artikel, samt se den första av mina kommentarer (med videolänk) i kommentarsdiskussionen:
http://www.nordfront.se/zigenarna-i-storfors-grater-ut-i-media.smr
Författare begick självmord i protest mot massinvandringen
Låt inte inte hans gärning vara förgäves. Sprid denne mans starka budskap, för att väcka upp våra bröder och systrar:
Vila i frid.
https://www.realisten.se/2013/05/21/forfattare-begick-sjalvmord-som-protest-mot-massinvandringen/
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