. . . by Ellie K
In which Ellie K, aka Madame Rothschild, launches a savage, all-out attack on Lasha Darkmoon for defending Christianity and stating that the root cause of our modern malaise is godlessness or nihilism. (See LD’s endnote, ‘The Role Of Religion In Our Struggle Against The Jews’, here). This is an extended comment published in our Comment section earlier today. We rerun it here again as a feature article because it makes some interesting points about the Christian colonization of South America and the Catholic Church’s ruthless persecution of the Cathars. (JSM)
BEAUTIFUL NARCISSIST EXTRAORDINAIRE
“I am an intensely jealous person, and I find Jews and others’ lofty approbation and extensive recommendation wholly displeasing and entirely undeserving. Sadly, here ME first, everyone else after . . . Me! Here, just me! This, understand!” — Ellie K, propounding her new doctrine of Ellieolatry, i.e., Ellie Worship as a basic principle for the salvation of mankind. 🙂
It’s amazing, isn’t it, my me-hating human friends? I mean, here we are, with the absolutely wonderful Mister John Kaminski speaking of facts as they are, and there we are, with the far, far-too-delicate-for-life and still young-in-the-head Lady Darkmoon – for that is her new title, and not Madame any more – taking umbrage and finding fault with what every thinking head knows to be true, namely, that it is Religion and not Irreligion that is the main cause of all the mayhem and suffering experienced by man on this earth.
That our young English Lady’s what passes for thought has gone entirely unnoticed and wholly unchallenged surprises me no longer, as there are two reasons why men often do not object to that which ought to vehemently be objected: (1) The fear of appearing offending (the glaring absence of which is my specialty), and (2) Comatosis Universalis (that hideous disease of the mind which has destroyed infinitely more numbers of men than even Religion and God put together).
Well, our Lady from England may fare well in Canada, where snow tends to make men a little heavy in the head, and where she may find numberless co-religionists wherewith to share her happy Jewish Christian hope of salvation, on the condition, of course, that they must first die, but here, in the evil Ellie land, a German will first grow to love the Jew, before our Lady’s thoughts pass unchallenged; and it is with the most felicitous and now seemingly regular demolition of her unhappy Christian mind that we shall now busily engage ourselves for a few colourful and unique moments.
Lady Darkmoon ‘’informs’’ us dumb dog/dog/human cattle that, without Christianity, the world would be a far darker place to live in, presumably darker than the place of abode which her un-illuminated moniker suggests, and that to a considerably larger number of our fellow terrestrial creatures graver and more hideous injuries would have been inflicted had not the loving Christian Church been openly against the heartless and cruel perpetration of them, since, according to our youthful but learned Lady, who loves the Jews, and hates the Jew-killers like me, what very properly constitutes the Religion of Christianity is not Hate but Love and Learning, the attachment to which, if assiduous and genuine, would cause one to grow eminently distinguished in all the branches of Learning, and grow to love even the unlovable and most hideous of all: the evil, toilet Jew. Jew is toilet!
Now, Mister Kaminski, who is good both in parts and on the whole, and who naturally elicits that strange though frequent species of curiosity in one, such as we feel when we are hungry and smell a dish but cannot quite make out what it is, probably finds it too displeasing and uncharacteristic to correct the erring mind of our delicate, English, female specimen, as he no doubt fears that the readership which he here has so very slowly and painfully acquired, may, in the most treacherous manner, like with me, suddenly turn, like rabid dogs, and sublimate their hideous coma of mind, and angry vehemence of will, into a weapon most destructive, and render him in the future as disagreeable and unwanted as I am in the perpetual present.
Well, luckily for me, I have no such fear, since I find the most intensest pleasure in life in breaking apart the souls of those whom I had formerly loved: Lady Darkmoon. So lovely to hurt from a distance!
Our little, virgin girl from England, whose wan lips clearly have never been made to bleed by a man’s jealous teeth, and whose unhandled body has never once sported a forceful impression of an aggressive human hand of a lover, defends Christianity, but I ask her this: of the thirty-eight million pairs of lungs in Peru and Mexico, how many of them continued to draw in the salubrious Amazonian breath after the Religion of Love had landed there with its loving Jewish boots? And the manner of the most eminently Christian loving Cortes, when dealing with the natives, was it more or less disagreeable? And Pizzaro’s heavy train, when landed in those parts of the terrestrial globe, was it loaded more with food and sauces, or with blades and faggots? And the fellow loving Christian, Diego de Almagro, is he known more for hacking jungles, or for hacking bodies? And Francisco Toledo, who so loved Jesus that he forcefully convinced the Indians to burn themselves in the fire if they aspired to everlasting life, was it his love of Christianity that distinguished his memorable eminency, or the particular relish which he displayed at the sight of the young and inoffensive bodies of the babes and mothers being burned to black, Jewish cinders?
Coming more nearer to our Age, and revisiting those parts of the globe where every species of beauty has its origin, and every gorgeous melody is composed, what human man can remain unmoved at the sick and depraved butchery of the inoffensive little Cathars by the hands of the loving Catholics?
Who was it – do remind us now, my learned Lady – who was it that said, ‘’Kill them all, man, woman and child, for Christ will recognize his own?,’’ and who afterwards said, ‘’Punishment by fire and sword is the first and best step into turning unbelievers into Catholics?’’
Was it Love, or the pretence of Love, that had confederated every demented Christian in Europe then to descend like a massive pack of Jew-monster wolves upon a people whose only offense in life was their believing in a Cosmic rather than in a Christian Jewish God?
And what about this Atheistic Communism which our perennially depressed and unmistakably solitary Lady of England makes so much noise about, eh? What about it? About it, this: Atheism was not a war of the godfull against the godless, my unloved Lady, but rather a war of the inhuman sick little Jew against every other human, as is the fact that the butchers of the shitty little Israel, who shoot six-year-old Palestinians for sport and immediately afterwards complain about the Holocaust, are every bit as religious as those who formerly in Russia ostensibly were not, and those in Peru and Mexico who unmistakably were.
She then goes on to quote Michael Hoffman, so as to better support her now-demolished thoughts, not knowing that the man is a Jesuist, who would rather advise a man what Christian lies to invent and to polish, than what truths to speak out and to make known. And this is the thing about those who write thick books and envelop themselves in the hideous mantle of Religion in general, and Jewish Christianity in particular: they cover themselves with a thick air of Religious and academic authority, and thus deprive their readers of those true and hard species of knowledge which afterwards their burning experience on the skin forces them to wish they had beforehand acquired it themselves, like me, whom here no one listens and everyone hates. Hate, hate, but I tell you this: in a world peopled with evil Jews, if you don’t listen to those who know them, one regret may turn out to be one too many!
And so, I will end now – it’s so painful not being able to write a ten-thousand word thought! – with two other little things, one a fact, the other a factual objection, the first of which is that, what the good Mister John Kaminski says is very perfectly true; and the second, that our good Lady, Lasha Darkmoon, thinks long and hard the next time before she calls another eloquent and elegant, like she did in this article, as these two eminent qualities are very distinctly mine only, and that no other person than me, even if his mouth so much as deserves it, ought to be made cognizant of possessing them, let alone consciously be made recognizable to others by them.
I am an intensely jealous person, and I find Jews and others’ lofty approbation and extensive recommendation wholly displeasing and entirely undeserving. Sadly, here ME first, everyone else after. Lobro, Gilby, and the beautiful Stan de Carlo excepted.
‘E’ – not for ‘Ellie’, this time, but unashamedly and most immodestly for ‘Eloquence’.
Do you now understand me when I insist that our Lady from England ought to be less liberal with her effusive but undeserved praise for others? Me! Here, just me! This, understand!