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Your post above just brought back memories of my Klavern years ago where 80% of the Klansmen were either odinists, satanists, athiests, or just did not give a damn about religion.  The Kludd, Robert, would give these long drawn out prayers to start the meeting.   Five minutes into Rob's prayer, it was fun to look around the room and watch the tortured looks on some of my fellow Klansmen.   

I did my time as a Klavern Klasher, enduring the goofy Xian nonsense in the hope of finding someone like you in attendance. Dr. Pierce once told me, "Will, you have to kiss a lot of frogs to find your prince." 

I hiked up at a Council of Conservative Citizens (CCC) meeting in my region a few years back with a young Alliance recruit that still had some residual Jesus stuck in his neck, having been raised in a ultra-devout Xian home. The meeting was on the way to another gathering of Alliance members, so we just dropped in to "eat, meet [some frogs] and retreat." They were in our region, after all, and claiming to be fighting for White people. We picked up a CCC leaflet from the table on the way in, where I immediately honed in on the statement that the CCC was "based on Xian principles." After some preacher yacked on and on, giving the blessing, we ate, listened to some business of the group, then were able to have a topical discussion and Q&A. I immediately brought up the part about CCC being based on Xian principles and presented my best Creator argument as to why Xianity is Jewish and totally unsuitable as a belief system for White people who claim to oppose the Jew. "What Xian principles," I asked, "Love thine enemies? Lift up the weak and the meek, to the detriment of the strong and productive? Turn the other cheek?" I probably pulled out Klassen's analogy for Xian patriots of having one foot on the accelerator while the other is slammed firmly on the brake. Anyway, before we left, the meeting was a complete bust -- for the CCC, anyway -- with the breathless preacher preceding us with his tail tucked somewhere up between his by then wobbly legs. My young Alliance associate, however, told me later that that really quite civil confrontation between me, a biological racist, and the roomful of Xians was what won him all the way over to our side from the lifetime of Xian mish-mash that he'd had his head packed. The moral of the story: that young man has turned out to be quite a prince for the Cause.  You never know in your efforts to deprogram a kinsman from the Joojoo juice what will put him over the top to finally see the light and reject a lifetime of indefensible lies.

Never trust a Xian preacher. Any man who will lie to himself will certainly lie to you. - BK

I was just wondering, Creativity has been around for a while now but why hasn't it expanded as much as Blood & honor has etc.

Is it a lack of propoganda or just that people still want to be in a organization where people believe in a "Pie in the sky".

This is an important discussion. The answer Br. Scott provided is right. Look at my signature. Pierce and Klassen both understood the concept of a core revolutionary vanguard. Ours is not to appeal to mass man with a message they will find respectable and meets with mob approval. Ours is to hold the hard line and build our movement around those uncompromising few who agree with us. They all must come our way eventually, or at least, those who want to live in our White World...as opposed to their Obamanation.

No weak links in the Creativity cadre. Quality over "hugeness."

Our wide-eyed comrades are the ones looking at their watches and wondering when the damn prayer will be over.   

A Creator's watchtells Creator time. Days, Months, and Year reflect the difference. 

No, seriously, Rev. Guest, when the prayers start, especially at some patriotic gathering, it has been my experience as a Creator that our eyes should be up and on the lookout for those other attendees with their eyes open. That's a good sign to the stealthy Creator of a receptive target, someone who has overcome the powerful compulsion to conform to obedient herd behavior. A White person at a patriotic meeting who clearly doesn't partake of the Jaysus Juice, in that setting, is what Klassen called a "high percentage shot," and is worth handing an introductory card with some conversation.

By the same token, it's good for Creators to maintain a cordial relationship with the Xian patriot leaders in their region whose members or guests we recruit away from them at their own meetings. When some Bible thumper finds Creativity "fascinating" and wants to hang around us, but adheres to the enemy belief system, it's best to send them to our Xian leaders to coddle and talk Scriptures and get out of our hair. They appreciate that sort of thing generally.

Ode to Bob Mathews by David Lane

It was the eighth day of December
In nineteen eighty-four.
A full moon witnessed to the deed
On the nation's western shore.

Bob Mathews made his final stand,
He vowed he'd run no more.
He loaded his gun and spit in the eye
Of the Jews and their federal whore.

The blood of Leonidas,
Of Custer and Stonewall, too,
Ran strong in the veins of this White man,
To their memory he was true.

Two weeks before in Portland town,
They'd tried to lay a snare,
Thirty-five of the federal dogs,
Bob Mathews whipped them there.

So, they rounded up an army,
Of maggots and faggots and reds,
Race traitors and cowards and jackals,
And other kinds of feds.

The Jews had given the orders,
Race traitors would obey,
By hundreds they came to murder
The greatest White man of his day.

They brought helicopter gunships,
And their army did deploy.
They thought they?d break the spirit
Of this fearless rebel boy.

But even as they poured their fire
Through barricaded doors,
His bullets whistled by the heads,
Of treasonous federal whores.

The gunships felt his bullets first
And quickly flew away.
For thirty-six hours, a day and a half,
He held the dogs at bay.

With tear gas next, they filled the house
Twice broke inside the doors,
But rapid fire soon drove out
The devil's federal whores.

They knew they'd met their match,
So they set the house on fire.
And soon the flames touched the sky,
A Viking funeral pyre.

White brother, how I miss you,
Who can take your place,
As leader of the army
That fights to save our race?

As you march through fair Valhalla,
Asgard's mighty hall,
Number one among the Vikings,
I can hear you call:

Arise, you Aryan Warriors,
I've shown you how to fight!
You owe it to my children
To battle for the right.

Hail The Order!

[Mathews' views were tied up with fringe religion. His Christian Identity faith which held strange Bible-based views on Jews would not have played well in the modern secular world.]

Birdbrain writes:
* Mathews' views were tied up with fringe religion. His Christian Identity faith which held strange Bible-based views on Jews would not have played well in the modern secular world. Yes, there were undoubtedly other things which influenced Mathews — he was a member of the National Alliance, which has often been a good source of information on the darker side of Hebraic influence — but his religion seemed to be the primary engine of his efforts. Religion, of course, is often an after-the-fact effort to sanctify what one already believes; but in any event, Mathews' beliefs would have made him appear a kook to most whites, the very people for whom he was playing Savior.

David Lane was close to Mathews. David told me that not only was Mathews not a believer in Xian Identity, but that they both had read the White Man's Bible and that they both enjoyed it immensely. Mathews carelessly recruited some of his fellow Bruder Shweigen from the Aryan Nations. Anyone who listens to Bob Mathew's Call to Arms speech given at the annual National Alliance get-together in 1983, would know that Birdbrain is full of beans.

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A Call To Arms

Speech by Bob Mathews

My brothers, my sisters. From the mist shrouded forest valleys and mountains of the Pacific Northwest, I bring you a message of solidarity, a call to action and a DEMAND for adherence to duty as members of the vanguard of an Aryan resurgence and ultimately total Aryan victory.

The signs of awakening are sprouting up across the Northwest and no more so than amongst the two-fisted farmers and ranchers – a class of our people who have been hit especially hard by the filthy lying Jews and their parasitical usury system. From the beginning of this Nation to the present, the yeoman farmer has been a symbol of the Aryan work ethic and living monument to masculinity.

Whenever I think of the First American Revolution, I often remember that stirring poem about Concord and Lexington:
By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Their flag to April's breeze unfurled,
Here the embattled farmers stood,
And fired the shot heard round the world.

Unfortunately, comrades, that poem glorifies a fratricidal conflict. How I dream of a new poem, a poem for today:
Out of the valleys, out of the fields, poured the Aryan yeoman hoard,
Their flag to April's breeze unfurled,
Thence the Aryan farmer came,
And removed the Jew forever, forever from this world.

[Audience applause]

Let us not forget, however, that the Levantine vermin are well aware of the dangers that an aroused and angered yeomanry represent to them. The tillers of the soil have always been something of a mystery to the Jews. Cities corrupt. Cities corrupt while the soil, the valley, the field, the farm – they revitalize and replenish a weakened and drained mind and body. How the weasely little city dwelling Jew fears and suspicions the Aryan farmer. What a contrast! What a contrast in mind and body between the two!

I think that deep within the breast of our Aryan yeomanry lies a long-dormant seed. The seed of a racial awakening. The seed of resurgence, the seed of anger, and the seed of the will to act. We MUST radicalize the American yeomanry. We must bring as many of them as possible into our vanguard for victory.

The task is not going to be easy. TV satellite dishes are springing up like poisonous mushrooms across the domain of the tillers of the soil. The electronic Jew is slithering into the living rooms of even the most remote farms and ranches. The race-destroying domes are everywhere. Allied with the Jews in their attempt to neutralize the Aryan farmer is the ever present local rural pastor or minister. My personal experience has shown that usually the only organized opposition we will encounter when organizing in a farming or ranching community is from some local pastor.

However, the stranglehold that the churches have upon rural America is fast eroding. That stranglehold is fast eroding because the average American farmer and rancher is in extreme financial difficulty. When a man is on the verge of losing his second generation farm, his livelihood, in essence, his whole life, due mostly to the Jew usury system, he finds little solace in theological baggage from the Levin.

I'm particularly encouraged by the success of Texas Klan leader Louis Beam has had in organizing amongst the farmers and independent truckers. He's shown us the way, now we must do it for the Alliance. The potential is there.

Working out of a base in northern Idaho, he created an organization called NOFIT, National Organization of Farmers and Independent Truckers. Their slogan is, "Don't throw a fit – throw a bureaucrat." [Laughter] Beam working with actual farmers and truckers from the northwest has managed within a few months to reach out and radicalize thousands of these kinsmen.

I was talking to a young lady recently who works as a waitress in a large truck stop at Rock Springs, Wyoming. Every time NOFIT puts out a new newsletter they send her 500 copies. She said they are all gone within a few days with many of the truckers either joining on the spot or subscribing to the newsletter.

The regime in Washington, D.C. is extremely worried about the further radicalization of the American farmer. Fortunately, instead of implementing a program that will genuinely help the farmer, they're responding with massive shows of force and repression. So much the better.

Sixty miles south of Spokane, Washington, along the Idaho border is a farming area we refer to as the Palouse. It's one of the richest farming areas in the world. In many places the Palouse has topsoil that is an incredible 18 feet deep. Along with wonderful soil the Palouse has a very favorable growing climate. Even so, comrades, many farmers in the Palouse are being foreclosed upon. I have met and talked with one of these unfortunate farmers, a kinsman by the name of Ray Smith. Mr. Smith is a large-framed, ruddy-faced man who likes to refer to himself as "a Snake River cowboy and damn proud of it!"

His father farmed the land he lives upon and Mr. Smith was recently planning to retire and let his son take over the farm. Mr. Smith's dreams have been shattered and he's on the verge of losing his two-thousand-plus acres, his home, and his son's future livelihood.

Mr. Smith, to his credit, took a long good look at his problem and how he arrived at so sorry a state. Now take heart, kinsmen, for what did Mr. Smith say when he came to the root cause of his problem? Mr. Smith said, "JEW! JEW! JEW!" Not only did Mr. Smith say "JEW!" he yelled "JEW!" His neighbors started yelling "JEW!"

And how did the system react? By sending a plane, a helicopter, a bulldozer, SWAT teams from all over the state of Washington, and sixty very heavily armed deputies to the foreclosure on Mr. Smith's farm.

Needless to say, Mr. Smith is now a member of NOFIT and so are his neighbors. Mr. Smith also travels all over the states of Washington, Oregon, and Idaho speaking out about the Jews and handing out copies of the Protocols of Zion. We need this man in the Alliance.

Radicalization of the American farm movement is also taking place in the Dakotas and Colorado. Last week I talked at length to a Colorado based racialist/activist who had extensive personal experience dealing with the Colorado farmers. Several years ago this gentleman distributed huge amounts of WRAs and other literature to farmers and ranchers around Fort Collins, Colorado. His efforts bore fruit, for soon after his initial literature distribution he witnessed the birth of the anti-Jewish, pro-White Farmer's Liberation Army. The Feds are extremely panicked about this outfit. The same gentleman also gave me copies of the Primrose and Cattlemen's Gazette, published in Fort Lupton, Colorado. This is an EXCELLENT little rural newspaper with a considerable circulation which is geared toward the needs and interest of the farmer and rancher.

What's interesting about this newspaper, in this issue is an excellent little article on the Protocols of Zion. In this issue here, is a full page advertisement for a very anti-Jewish, pro-White racialist organization. The Jews are coming down hard on this brave little newspaper like chickens on a june bug and it appears that it might eventually fold-up but the seeds have been sown.

So, comrades, I have briefly informed you of the potential for our movement which lies within the farming communities across this nation. We must – it is our duty to – take advantage of the ever increasing radicalization of the American farmer. The fate of every last white man, woman, and child on this planet lies squarely on the shoulders of us here in this room today.

Out of all of the White racialist organizations in this Nation, the Alliance and only the Alliance has the potential to bring us to victory. Through the Alliance lies the salvation for our entire race – we can not fail. Therefore, let us not only preach, let us live racial economics. In Metaline Falls we are not only eating, breathing, and sleeping; we are growing together as one mind and one body.

We have broken the chains of Jewish thought. In Metaline Falls, we know not the meaning of the word "mine," it is "ours," -- our race, the totality of our people. Ten hearts, one beat. One hundred hearts, one beat. Ten thousand hearts, one beat. We are born to fight and to die and to continue the flow – the flow of our people. Onward we will go, onward to the stars high above the mud, the mud of yellow, black, and brown.

So kinsmen, duty calls. The future is now. If a month from now, you have not yet fully committed yourself to the Alliance and the responsibilities thereof, then you have, in effect, not only betrayed your race, you have betrayed yourself. So stand up like men! and drive the enemy into the sea. Stand up like men! and swear a sacred oath upon the green graze of our sires that you will reclaim what our forefathers discovered, explored, conquered, settled, built, and died for. Stand up like men! and reclaim our soil.

Kinsmen arise! Look toward the stars and proclaim our destiny.

In Metaline Falls we have a saying, "Defeat never. Victory forever!"

Thank you.

[Audience applause]