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You Have Been Selected
As revealed to Arman and written down by H. Millard YOU WERE BORN of two White parents who were born of two White parents? The presumption, then, is that you have been selected by the Supreme Being. We believe that Whites have been selected both by Divine selection and Natural selection to be the type of…
Smirkin’ Dr. Smirkin
Hey! Be checkin’ da smirk on dat Jew. If you’re like everyone else, you’ll want to know how people get that smarmy, Jew smirk. Read on! by Arch Stanton IT’S TIME once again for Arch Stanton’s – Theater – of – the – Absurd! Today’s episode — Dr. Smirkin. You just closed that billion-dollar deal,…
For I so Loved my Neighborhood . . .
A modern parable to enhance your understanding — of how some things make no sense at all. by Arvin N. Prebost THESE low-life kids in my neighborhood kept throwing trash in my yard. I have always wanted my neighborhood to be quiet, peaceful, green, and clean. I told them that littering was wrong and…
Better Than Breaking Kneecaps
Could it really have happened in the way that this humorous analogy suggests? We don’t know, but the author sure nails the mentality behind Semites and their religions. by Arch Stanton SAUL/PAUL was a Temple Jew. The Temple was the Jews’ first central bank (think Federal Reserve Bank) and like…
A Story I Heard Somewhere Before
by Arch Stanton IT WAS A blistering, bright, sunny day in Judea. The temperature was just over 103° under the sun-burnt date palm where King Nebuchadnezzar II sat. Classic descriptions of Nebuchadnezzar are of a tall, stately man who towered over his subjects — when in actuality, he was only 5’1”…
Explaining Some of What Arman Teaches
by H. Millard ARMAN explained what he believes caused him to start receiving revelations and inspiration from a higher power and it sounds a little like he may have had a UFO experience although he says he has no memory of seeing anything in the sky except clouds and a bright light that came down from a hole…
The Old Brown Coat
by Lord Dunsany MY FRIEND, Mr. Douglas Ainslie, tells me that Sir James Barrie once told him this story. The story, or rather the fragment, was as follows. A man strolling into an auction somewhere abroad, I think it must have been France, for they bid in francs, found they were selling old clothes. And…
Conan Goes to Church
by Arvin N. Prebost THE CONFLICTING sickening-sweet odors of the women’s perfume set up a peculiar prickling sensation in his nose and made his narrowed eyes water as the church choir sang uncertainly, without conviction. The aroma reminded him of the cloying spices used by the smooth-tongued Stygian…
The Last White Man
by Robert E. Howard THE MAN SHIVERED in the coolness of the early morning. He shifted his body to relieve the pressure on his elbows. Cautiously he peered up over the great boulder in front of him, and down the mountain side. Fire twinkled there and the man cursed. An obscene song floated up to him and his…
A Pretty Quarrel
by Lord Dunsany ON ONE OF those unattained, and unattainable pinnacles that are known as the Bleaks of Eerie, an eagle was looking East with a hopeful presage of blood. For he knew, and rejoiced in the knowledge, that eastward over the dells the dwarfs were risen in Ulk, and gone to war with the demi-gods.…