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    bagpiper Heretic

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    The Alienork Way – Understanding The Danger Of Islam

    by Matt Bracken
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    My name is Naku. This is the story of my people, who live on the great Island of Plenty. Our island is so vast, and the need for travel so small, and it being very difficult to cross the high mountain ridges, people most often live near where they are born. Food is easy to grow or to pick everywhere and at all times of the year, and there are plenty of fish to catch as well. But from time to time a traveler might visit, sometimes by boat, and sometimes by climbing over the sharp-topped mountains between the numberless valleys. As you may suppose, because of the difficulty of distant traveling, news from afar does not travel quickly on the Island of Plenty.

    But I did hear a few years earlier about some new people from the outside, people who had landed on the other side of our island, in the place we call Far Plenty. These new people were said to be very strange, and not so pleasant. They did some unusual praying at night, possibly to the moon. They were called the Alanok people, if the tales were truly reported. It was said that they had come from a very terrible island, an island full of war and hunger and catastrophe, and that they needed to find a new home where they could live in peace.

    Now, on the Island of Plenty, we have two very important rules or laws that we must all always obey. The First Law of Plenty is that anybody can believe anything that they want to believe, or not believe anything they don’t want to believe, and that is okay, because all ideas are equal on the Island of Plenty. The Second Law of Plenty is that if you give kindness and plenty to other people, they should always give kindness and plenty to you in return. After all, it is the Island of Plenty, and the bounty should be shared. Why not? There is plenty for all. These Laws came from our distant ancestors, who once suffered wars and hunger, until they learned the Two Laws. Then, the Island of Plenty also became the island of peace and contentment.

    So it is understandable that when the Alanok people escaped from a terrible place and first came to Far Plenty, that they should be warmly welcomed. The Alanoks had severe needs, and the people of Far Plenty possessed a great bounty to share with them. But, according to the rare visitors to our valleys, the Alanoks were rather strange, and unpleasant, and did something odd at night when the moon had risen.

    That was all I knew about them, until the day came when a man about my age, with a very weak and sickly wife and a young daughter, climbed down the steep cliffs and crawled into our village almost at the point of perishing. His name was Napok, which means Hawk in your tongue, and he had the most incredible tale to tell. He had lived all of his life on the other side of Middle Plenty, in a valley almost as distant as Far Plenty. Napok and his wife and daughter had been driven out of his valley by the Alienorks, as he called them, barely escaping, most of his extended clan and family being wiped out.

    This was a most alarming story. The Council of the Wise met at the Council Bluff by the sea to discuss the matter. Was Napok crazy-in-the-head insane? Was his presence here a danger to us? His tale was completely unbelievable. All of the tribes and clans of the Island of Plenty had learned to live in harmony many generations before. This was accepted and understood by everyone as the normal condition of all people. That the Alienorks could be so dangerous and violently aggressive was simply implausible. Clearly, Napok must be insane. Perhaps climbing over all the steep ridges and down the even steeper cliffs for many weeks had driven him mad.

    It was decided that Napok and his wife and daughter could live with us in the middle valley of Near Plenty, but only if he stopped his bizarre public rantings about the Alienorks, being that his speeches of warning to passers-by were extremely disturbing, and upset everybody, especially the children. This demand was put to Napok, and with some reluctance he agreed to our conditions—no more crazy talk about the Alienorks. His family was given the hut that belonged to an old widow before she died. It turned out that Napok was quite good at making useful items from bark and vines, and soon we all had very nice foot coverings, that were especially useful for walking on shallow reefs and sharp rocks. Except for the occasional paranoid and conspiratorial whisper about the Alienorks, Napok was a fine addition to the people of Near Plenty. His wife was weak and frail, but his daughter, Nona, was pretty and popular with our young men. Some of them were courting her, hoping to be paired with her when she came of age, which would make Napok and his family a full part of the people of Near Plenty.

    A few years after Napok joined us, another stranger, alone, climbed down the cliffs into the middle valley of Near Plenty. He was an old man with white hair and a white beard, but he was very fit and full of vigor for his age. His name was Amok, and he was the first person that I ever met of the Alanok people, as I called them then. He said he was of the Alienork people, just as Napok had pronounced their name. Amok didn’t seem to look so different from my people on the Island of Plenty, and he was rather pleasant and seemed as intelligent as any. He had certainly learned the tongue of the Island of Plenty very well. He told me that The Alienork Way was the way of peace, and that we would surely live together in harmony on the Island of Plenty.

    Amok asked if he could stay with us near our village, and in return, he could give lessons in The Alienork Ways, and the Alienork tongue as well. He said it would be wise for us to learn these things. A volunteer teacher in the valley was always welcome. He could also teach anyone who wanted to learn about Far Plenty and other distant islands. At his request, we offered him an empty private hut. Amok was mostly quiet, didn’t eat much and caused no problems, but he did have a few peculiar requirements. First, he said that he needed a little more land for his hut, because he was required by his beliefs to pray to the moon anytime it was up at night. And to do this correctly, he needed to make a little ring or circle of stones around his hut, and this ring needed more space than he had been offered.

    And also, he declared, it was the sacred custom of Alienork men to always wear a ceremonial dagger or sword on their belt, as a symbol of their manhood. The dagger of Amok was thin and as long as my arm from elbow to fingertip. He kept it tucked beneath a red sash around his waist. Unlike my people, who always wear the light wraparound pareo cloth, which also dries quickly, Amok wore a thicker robe of black cloth. He explained that the ring of stones and the sword and the moon singing and the black robe were all part of The Alienork Way. And, as Amok reminded me, because of our First Law of Plenty, we had to allow him to believe as he chose, which was, of course, completely true.

    The Council of the Wise met and we decided that if Amok would agree to always obey the Two Laws, we would also comply with his wishes concerning his private beliefs. He readily agreed to this, so we let him take a fallow field over past the other bluff, and a group of our men even moved his hut over there for him. He then placed a circle of stones around his new dwelling, the circle being about five paces across from side to side. And sure enough, after nightfall and when the moon came out, he walked around the inside of his ring and he prayed a strange song like a lamentation. Otherwise, Amok was a normal man in most every respect, very wise and learned and well-traveled, and a good speaker of our tongue. He quickly attracted a following of our younger men, who trailed behind him as he walked along the beaches and he spoke of his Alienork ways, and as well he taught them the Alienork tongue.

    Now, our prior visitor and long-time guest Napok was very upset by the introduction of the Alienork elder into our midst, and he came to me when I was alone at the lower fishing pool. He warned me not to trust Amok. He told me that everything that Amok said was a lie. It was very disturbing to me that Napok was acting crazy and paranoid again, and I considered if I should notify the Council of the Wise about the degrading condition of his mind. But on the other side, I had to admit that at least Napok had been correct about the ring of stones, and the moon singing. And the black robe. And the sword.

    After a moon had passed, one morning when the village arose, we could see that there were now three huts where there had been only one hut for Amok, and the ring of stones was now about twenty paces across. A few of us villagers walked over out of curiosity, and we saw that Amok was now joined by two young men and a boy almost a man. Each of them wore a black robe, each with a sword longer than Amok’s in their red sash. I said to Amok, Grandfather, who are these people? And Amok said they are my nephews. They have escaped from Far Plenty, where there is currently much war and hunger. They need to have a new place to live in peace and safety. Do you see, Naku, that we have already erected more huts, so these newcomers will be no trouble at all? And Amok reminded us that the Second Law of Plenty demanded that we must extend our full bounty to these needy newcomers, and that they were very hungry after their long and difficult travels.

    We began to walk over to inspect the new huts, to see how they were built in the Alienork method, but when our feet touched the ring of stones, the three new Alienork men became filled with sudden anger, and began to pick up other stones, and threw them at us! It even seemed as if they were aiming at us, intending to cause us actual pain and harm! We all retreated back into the trees. Finally, Amok came out of the circle of stones, his arms extended in apology. The new boys had seen much war and privation. They were a little jumpy. But, he said, we must understand that it is a part of The Alienork Way that we people of the Island of Plenty, whom Amok said the Alienorks call Notorks, should never, under any circumstance, ever enter inside of the circles of stones without a direct invitation. He said this in a pleasant way, but he made it very clear to us that there would be serious trouble if any Notorks intruded within the sacred Alienork stone rings uninvited.

    On the other hand, Amok’s three nephews would walk freely through our village and our market, and even down by our pools for fishing and our pools for swimming, and when they walked among us, they spoke in their Alienork tongue in ways that suggested that they were insulting us. The also clucked their cheeks and wiggled their extended tongues at our women and girls in a quite disgusting manner. Some of our Near Plenty men became angry, and threatened the Alienork youths with violence if they did not stop their bad behavior, but the three drew their swords in a menacing manner at the approaching group of Near Plenty men, and both sides withdrew cautiously, the Alienorks throwing presumed curses and insults at our men in their tongue as they departed.

    The Council met again, and I volunteered to speak to Amok about their bad behavior. I went to their circle of stones and called to him, and he came out to the ring. Opening his arms widely in welcome, he stated that I was bid to come inside as a special and valued guest and dear friend of a considerable time now. We walked into his hut, and that was the first time that I saw that there were not only the three new male Alienorks, but also about a hand of females, and that was only counting the females in Amok’s hut! These new females had never been seen outside of any hut, and not only that, but each one of them was squatting on the ground, completely covered by a black blanket extending to the ground! I only knew they were females by low keening wails that they made as they rocked front to back.

    I exclaimed to Amok, what is the matter with your women, are they sick with a disease? I recoiled in alarm. Amok gently took my arm and led me to them. No, he said, they are not sick, but it is The Alienork Way that our women should stay inside our huts, and must always be covered in a black blanket when Notork men are near. Just as Notorks must never cross the sacred circle of stones without an invitation, Notorks must never see the uncovered Alienork women. This is The Alienork Way, he said.

    Amok reminded me of our First Law about freedom of beliefs, and said that these beliefs are all part of The Alienork Way, and so they must be respected. I pondered this, and looked at the crouching women under their black blankets. I asked of Amok, said I, Elder, what of the freedom of belief of these women? Do they too agree with The Alienork Way? Amok crossed the small room, spoke sharply in the Alienork tongue, and nudged one of the women with his foot. All of the women in unison began to sing a strange high-pitched La-la-la-la-la song, until Amok nudged the nearest again, and they all stopped as one. You see, said Amok, this is how our women express that they are very happy. They prefer to live under their black blankets, inside of our huts, where they can feel safe from any harm. It is The Alienork Way, and you must respect our beliefs. I know, I agreed. It was our First Law again. All beliefs are equal.

    I then said to Amok, your young men are causing great difficulties in the village and the market and at the pools. They are upsetting our women and they are angering our men. A big fight almost happened today, and it could have lead to the unimaginable: actual physical violence. Physical violence, which is the demon’s burning hell compared to the heaven of the Island of Plenty. Physical violence, which is the opposite and the antithesis of the Two Sacred Laws of Plenty.

    Amok agreed with me that it was a most lamentable situation. But it was The Alienork Way that if Alienork men are around any women who are not covered by a black blanket, then the Alienork men may make such use of the women as they should so desire at that moment. This is a very important part of The Alienork Way, declared Amok with finality. If the Notork women and girls do not wish to experience the overtures of our healthy and strong young Alienork men, who are acting only according to nature, then they must indicate this feeling by wearing the black blanket, and by staying inside of the huts of their men.

    I said to Amok that this is certain to cause a lot of problems, and that I am only a spokesman, and that the Council of the Wise will never agree to this. We decided to meet again, after the next meeting of the Council. Amok escorted me to the circle of rings, and wished me well. The Council met several times more, but no decision could be made. Napok also sought me out, and warned me in the strongest terms not to make any agreement with Amok, but to drive the Alienorks out of the middle valley of Near Plenty while we still could. He said that the Alienorks always lie, and that The Alienork Way is not peaceful, but the path of war and violence and slavery and death and conquest. I was beginning to suspect that Napok had been more right than wrong about the Alienorks, back when he first came to live with us with his wife and daughter. Indeed, our situation had changed much for the worse since the appearance of Amok.

    In that time before the final decision of the Council, and on the first morning after the new sliver moon makes its brief appearance at nightfall, I went over to meet Amok, to ask a point of clarification for another member of the council. I also wanted to ask him if he was indeed telling me the truth when he had told me that The Alienork Way means peace. He met me at the edge of the circle of stones, but he did not invite me across it. I was astounded to see that the circle had been enlarged to at least one hundred paces across, and there were now more than two hands of huts, and many more men and older boys, all of them with swords in their sashes! Not only that, but I recognized two young Notork men among them, men who were now wearing the black robes, the red sashes, and the sharp metal swords of the Alienorks!

    A crowd of these young men sauntered up behind Amok, and began saying words in the Alienork tongue that made me feel very much afraid for my safety. Some half-pulled their swords from their sashes, and others made the gesture of slitting their throats with a drawn finger, then pointing their fingers at me. One of the boys cried out, Notork—monkey-dung! These were the first words in our tongue that I had heard spoken by any of the Alienorks except for their elder, Amok. Obviously, Amok or one of the Notork men now dressed in the Alienork manner had taught them the insulting words. The other boys took up the chant: Notork—monkey-dung! Notork—monkey-dung! Notork—monkey-dung!

    I was in a state of bewilderment and turmoil, and I forgot the questions that I had come to ask of Amok. He said that now, because there were many more Alienorks who had escaped from the wars and hunger in Far Plenty, they had need of many more huts, and their circle of stones now extended even into our village, and inside their sacred circle of stones, our own villagers must vacate their huts, or take them off, but either way, there must not be even one single Notork living within the circle of stones before the sun went down!

    I said, Uncle, Elder, how can this be? You yourself said that The Alienork Way is the way of peace! Amok said to me that if we obeyed The Alienork Way, we would be able to live in peace. I said that our people did not want to live in The Alienork Way, that our people preferred to wear the cool and convenient wraparound pareo which dried quickly, and our women did not want to wear the black blankets and stay inside their huts. He said, then we will not have peace. Only if the Notorks comply with The Alienork Way, can there be peace. We Notorks must also live according to The Alienork Way, there is no choice in the matter. That is what Amok said.

    Then I was burning with angry rage, but the newly-arrived Alienork men behind Amok were half drawing their swords, so I had to keep a calm face. From behind them the boys began to pelt me with pebbles and small stones, and they all chanted Notork—monkey-dung! at me, but I did not run away, instead I walked as normally as I could back to our village, pebbles striking my back and even my head, while inside my heart was filled with terror. Indeed, as Amok stated, their circle of stones now included the Alienork side of our very own village, snaking its way around a hand of our huts!

    Napok came to see me urgently. He said that I must assemble all of our men and somehow produce or create or invent new weapons. We had no metal for swords, only sharpened bamboo stakes could be made quickly enough, but he said that we should none-the-less make them, and prepare to violently battle the Alienorks now, no matter the cost! What a shocking thing to say! Napok was clearly losing his mind again, due to the sudden stress of dealing with increasing numbers of our new Alienork visitors.

    I immediately took the issue to the Council of the Wise. After much discussion, it was decided that the Alienorks could retain the newly enlarged circle for their own territory, but that they must not enlarge it again, not by even one more pace, ever! And I was to encourage the Alienork men, by way of Amok, not to harass our women anymore, and in return, our women would wear a doubled pareo, high to the neck and down to their knees. (Our women very strongly did not want to stay in their huts under black blankets.) The Council of the Wise decided that we would meet The Alienork Way in the middle, and make a compromise. And that we would not sharpen any bamboo spears, because if the Alienorks found out, this provocation would only cause them even further anger.

    After nightfall, all of the Alienork men did their wildest moon dancing yet, twirling and whirling and howling like demons. This lasted most of the night, until the moon fell near morning. Some of the villagers nearest the circle of stones, who had gone over to watch, reported that the Alienorks threw large rocks at them, and indicated that Notorks must never witness the moon dance, but rather that we Notorks must stay inside our huts during their moon dancing times. This was also part of The Alienork Way. The witnesses of their moon dance were told this in our own tongue, by our own Island of Plenty men, the ones who had followed Amok, and who had joined the Alienorks. Of course, under the First Law, this was their belief, and their choice, and had to be respected.

    The next morning we arose in the village at the normal time, even if our sleep had been disturbed during most of the night by the wild dancing and howling of the Alienork men and the shrill Lalalala-ing of the Alienork women. But after dawn when the normal morning noises of village life began, we all at once heard angry Alienork shouting, and rocks began raining down on our village! Our many visitors cried out that we must not disturb the sacred sleep of the Alienorks, after their long night spent performing their sacred moon rituals! It was The Alienork Way, and under the First Law, we had to respect their beliefs! And under the Second Law, we had to extend them full bounty, and since they now had many new Alienorks among them who had fled the wars and hunger in Far Plenty, we needed to bring double the amount of fruit and vegetables and fish that we had been bringing. And while the boys chanted out Notork—monkey-dung! the older men shouted that we must continue to obey our two laws of belief and bounty, and nothing further would be said on the matter!

    I made my way nearly to the edge of their ring where it was close to some trees, calling out, Amok, tell them to please stop throwing the rocks! This is not right! We are sorry for waking you up, it is a misunderstanding! In a moment the rocks ceased raining down. While I was there, Napok accosted me from a bit further back in the trees, beseeching me, begging me, to assemble the men, sharpen many bamboo spears, and prepare to fight them all, no matter what the cost!

    So back to the reassembled Council of the Wise I went. We met very quietly, whispering and tip-toeing from hut to hut and over to the bluff by the sea. The extra fruit and vegetables would be no problem, but double the fish would be more difficult to acquire in a short time. It was decided that just in case, in secret, a separate group of men should be set to making and hiding spears from sharpened bamboo poles, as Napok had been suggesting. As the sun went down, we all feared the events of the coming night with increasing dread and terror.

    The wild moon howling of the Alienork men and the Lalalala-ing of their women set our hearts to thumping. Napok came to my hut, terrified and furious at the same time. He said that it had been reported that his daughter Nona had been taken and carried off, screaming, by two hands of Alienork men, while simply walking from the upper pool to the market. He said that we must prepare to attack the sleeping Alienorks the next morning soon after dawn. We could slip inside their ring of stones and kill many of them with our spears even while they slept. Then we could seize their swords and have a hope to win the battle and wipe them all out. And then he could find his daughter, and bring her home.

    I told Napok that I would meet the Council very early the next morning, but a dawn attack was impossible. It was not a decision I could take on my own part. I said that I was very sorry about his missing daughter, but nothing could be done about finding her, not while the Alienorks were in their wild moon-dance frenzy. When the moon finally set, the Alienorks fell silent. The next morning when I awoke, rising very quietly as the Alienorks demanded, I went outside to the center of the village to draw a gourd of water, and I almost fainted. The headless and naked body of Napok was erected in a sitting position against our ceremonial platform, legs out. His bloody head was placed between his bared legs, his face toward his man parts!

    When the people of the village, and soon all the people of Near Plenty heard of this unbelievable atrocity, and saw the body of Napok which we quickly covered, the Council met at the bluff in front of the entire gathered population. It was difficult to keep the discussion at a quiet level, so as not to awaken the now-sleeping Alienorks. It was decided that when they awoke, I must go to Amok to discuss this atrocity, and what it would mean for our two peoples. I was shaking in fear, waiting at the edge of their enlarged circle of stones for them to awaken at their normal hour in the late afternoon, but it was my duty.

    Amok saw me and came to the edge of the circle of stones, standing on the inside across them from me. Perhaps he saw the fear in my face, but now he spoke in haughty disregard. He said to me I don’t think we will have any more problems, because now we Notorks all understood The Alienork Way. Our Notork women must wear the black blankets and stay in their huts, and our Notork men must stop and bend low and look down at the earth when an Alienork man passes by. A Notork must never strike an Alienork, even if an Alienork man or a group of Alienork men are enjoying an hour or two of pleasure with a Notork girl or boy or woman. And if any Notork man ever strikes any Alienork, for any reason at all, a hand of Notork girls will be taken, and a hand of Notork men will be beheaded in the manner of Napok. And there must be no more talk of sharpened spears, as a spy from within the very Council had already reported to Amok before Napok had been killed.

    I was shaking in fear and disbelief, but still I asked him if he had been lying to me when he first came into our valley, and told me that The Alienork Way is the way of peace. He said it was not a lie, because a lie only had meaning between Alienork men. To lie to Notorks about The Alienork Way was also a part of The Alienork Way, and thus, it was not a lie at all, but an even greater form of truth.

    I suddenly remembered pretty Nona, the daughter of Napok, and asked after her. Amok said that she had joined the Alienorks, and therefore, I was not allowed to see her or to speak to her ever again. The men and the boys did not awaken this time with Amok, to draw their swords or throw pebbles at me or curse me as a Notork monkey-dung. Amok said that it was a very good thing that we Notorks had finally learned The Alienork Way, and that he was finally hopeful that our two peoples could now live side-by-side in peace. He also mentioned that we needed to provide them with much more food to keep up with their growing numbers, especially fish, in accordance with our Second Law of Bounty, which would be retained in full effect.

    Instead of gathering the Council to report Amok’s new demands, I took my wife and my two small sons to the beach behind the higher rocky point, where we kept our village sailing canoes, because they were protected there from the waves. They are the boats that we used for fishing on the deep waters, and also for going out to meet the occasional even larger boats visiting Near Plenty from far away. We took gourds of water and baskets of food, and we set out downwind. After sailing two hands of days, we came to this island, your island, Happy Island as you so truthfully call it. And as you have seen, my two sons were in a condition near death when we arrived, and my wife has not spoken a word for a hand of days even before we landed.

    I am happy that our tongues are not so different, and also that you are very kind and generous people here. And now I am asking your people, your Council of the Wise, your Assembly of Elders of Happy Island, if my family can please stay here, to live in peace, while my sons grow stronger, and my wife returns to her mind. When my sons grow to be young men, I will teach them to be warriors, and someday we will go together back to the Island of Plenty, to fight against the invading Alienorks, if that becomes possible.

    But in the meantime, I am also before you to warn you, in the direst terms, that you must not, under any circumstances, never, ever, allow even a single Alienork to place his feet upon your beautiful Happy Island. For if even one single Alienork comes to your island as a visitor, and is allowed to have a hut within a circle of stones, and to dance and to howl to the moon, and to carry a sword about him on a sash, with each passing moon there will be more Alienorks upon your island, and they will badly mistreat your women and your girls, and they will force you to submit to The Alienork Way, and to serve them, even though you are not Alienorks like them.

    Thank you for your consideration. Now, I will retire to the hut you have kindly provided to my family, to await your decisions.

    Happy Island

    The next day, the decision was announced by the Assembly of Elders after much discussion and reflection. The visitor Naku had stated that he had come from a place called the Island of Plenty, and he had then proceeded to spin a most bizarre, terrifying and even disgusting tale about a group of people called the Alienorks, whom he said behaved more like demons from hell than like any of the people who inhabited Happy Island. All of the members of the Assembly of Elders agreed, unanimously, that the Alienorks could not possibly exist, except as a twisted and damaged part of the visitor Naku’s mind, probably due to the privations of the long and difficult sea voyage he had endured to reach Happy Island.

    Therefore, it was decided that Naku could remain in our village, but only if he obeyed the One Law of Happy Island, that only happy thoughts and ideas may be expressed in public. He must refrain from blurting his darkly provocative and frankly insane imaginings among our good people, lest he upset the successful formulation for maintaining social peace that had been learned over many generations, ever since the last wars among our distant ancestors.

    It turned out that Naku knew a very useful way to make foot coverings from bark and vines, much better for walking on the sharp rocky shore than our old coverings of dried sea kelp. He soon became a very useful member of our Happy Island society, except for a few dark asides randomly whispered about his imagined demons, the Alienorks. His frail wife passed away. His sons grew quickly, running and swimming with the other youth of our valley, popular among the boys and the girls alike. And everybody was glad for the better foot coverings that Naku taught us to make for ourselves. Otherwise, life went on as it always had.

    Until, that is, the day that a small sailing canoe came into view, with a single man steering it. He was an older man with white hair and a white beard, it became apparent as his boat drew closer. His sail had been spotted near the horizon, so the Assembly of Elders was able to go down to the beach to greet him, even before his canoe touched the sand. The old man on the boat did not look much different than the gathered elders of Happy Island, except for his white hair and beard, and the unusual black robe that he wore. As he stepped ashore from his beached canoe he was smiling, his arms and hands open in a symbol of peace that invited a warm welcome.

    But then suddenly from behind I was roughly shoved aside, knocking me to the sand, as Naku, our off-island guest of many years, dashed at full running speed toward the old man while screaming Amok! Amok! Amok! And as we all watched in complete horror, Naku plunged a sharpened bamboo spear straight into the heart of the visitor, driving him back over into his sailing canoe! Naku, still in a mad frenzy, screaming about Amok and the Alienorks, pushed the canoe back through the small waves, turned it around, jumped aboard and filled the sail, trimming it flat and sailing around the second rocky point and out of our view. We were in such a state of shock that almost none of us dared to speak of the matter. There was not a single happy way to describe the terrible incident, so we did not, in accordance with our One Law of Happy Island.

    A few days later, Naku returned to our village afoot, and he was soon pulled and pushed by several of our strongest men before the quickly gathered Assembly of Elders. Naku freely admitted that he had killed the old man, and that he was glad that he had done it, and that he would do it again if another Alienork ever appeared on our shores. He said that only by his swift action had he saved us from a great disaster, a true calamity for the good people of Happy Island, and he begged us to believe that every single word that he had ever spoken of the Alienorks was true. He was even so bold as to suggest that we should actually reward him for his unprovoked and insane brutal murder of a single, harmless, elderly visitor!

    Our worst punishment was banishment from our valley on Happy Island. The Assembly of Elders decided that Naku must depart and climb the sharp ridges to the next valley, and then go quickly on to the next, and the next after, and that he should not tell any people that he met along the way anything about his paranoid and dangerous so-called “Alienork Way” conspiracy theories, which, after all, only existed in his severely damaged mind.

    Matt Bracken
    January, 2016
    Last edited: Feb 20, 2016
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  2. chelloveck

    chelloveck Diabolus Causidicus

  3. mysterymet

    mysterymet Monkey+++

    And you see how that ended for the native Americans...
    oldawg and pearlselby like this.
  4. chelloveck

    chelloveck Diabolus Causidicus

    There certainly is a ring of irony in it....the new muslims are just the old pilgrims worshipping an apparently different god sourced from the same sacred book. (The Tanakh)
  5. bagpiper

    bagpiper Heretic

    "The future must not belong to those who slander the prophet of Islam."
    -- Barrack Hussein Obama

    After having studied Islam since 911, I have found we, in the west, are stupid, self destructive and ultimately, will destroy ourselves.

    Those who equate the Quran with the Tanakh, or the Bible, or any other scriptures, do not get it. Those who buy the 'party line' that violence is not 'Islam' do not have 'eyes that see' and will fall to the Pale Green horseman and the Rock that falls from the sky and tears down the statue with the head of gold. Those who cannot see the moral to the story above, do not have 'eyes that see', so it is no wonder that they are lost when it comes to spiritual metaphors, even among so called preachers, who are too busy campaigning for the building fund.

    This is mostly because we buy into our own BS, the BS of our own desires. The talking heads say that Islam means 'Peace' or 'Submit', but that in and of itself is BS because a Thing can only be A Thing, and cannot be 'either/or'. To truly understand this religion you must return to the original meaning of words. In the case of the word Islam, you have to see it in the context of the original Arabic, where there oftentimes is no word for word correspondence. So in the original Arabic, the word Islam means;

    "There will be PEACE, when all the world SUBMITS to the will of allah." (Little 'a' deliberate.)

    There is only one way to interpret this, but we are easily deceived when they play into our most liberally cherished ideas, like; tolerance and diversity...

    Last thing, the primary doctrine of Islam is the doctrine of Taqiyya, the Way of Deception. This doesn't mean that there are not 'good' mooslims, but that their religion itself is a deception in the War of Jihad, and they, are allowed to be 'passive' in the Dar al Haarb(the House of War, IOW, non mooslim lands.) They are not passive because they are mooslim, they are passive because, like most Christians, they validate their own cowardice through scriptures. Their actions in Europe show, that as their numbers increase, their passivity becomes arrogance, and then demands are made... oh wait... where have I heard that happening?

    When you add in the secular and atheist voices, we are fooked simply because they have gained prominence even within right wing circles, and place all religion in the same bucket named 'Nonsense'. Unfortunately, they cannot see the difference between the worship of life, and the worship of death. And it won't make any difference to them, until the religious police are kicking in their door. In the end, they will understand that rights that come from God, are a much better proposition than privileges that come from men.

    If facts are now considered 'hate speech', then, I rest my case.
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  6. chimo

    chimo the few, the proud, the jarhead monkey crowd Site Supporter+

    The Romans didn't have much luck containing Christianity. Indeed, I can't think of any nation, including the Islamic ones, that have had any luck stamping out any religion...or like the commies attempted, religion period.

    To win the battle of ideas or beliefs one has to convince the "other side" that our ideas and beliefs are better than theirs...usually by example.
  7. Kingfish

    Kingfish Self Reliant

  8. bagpiper

    bagpiper Heretic

    Let me tell you a story...
    On 911, I and my wife were driving into work when we heard on the radio that a plane had crashed into the world trade center. We were listening to the confusion and distress, but, not yet the complete chaos that would unfold during that fateful day. As we turned the corner into the parking lot, we saw two 'brown people' listening to the radio too, but then they jumped up and gave each other the high five. Odd, I thought, I thought maybe they were listening to a soccer game and "hadn't heard". Then as we got into the shop, I cut the TV on, and there it was, a second plane slamming into the second tower, and awareness came to me "I know one of those guys. He's the cashier at the Wallgreens on the corner. He's not Mexican, he's ARAB!" After having seen the high five, and being a vet, hell flew in me, for I now knew what they were high fiving about. I grabbed my pistol and my baseball bat and headed out into the parking lot, somebody was gonna get an ass whooping. Somehow, I knew, the 'authorities' wouldn't do crap. But, they were gone.

    Good thing for me because they would have been lucky to survive, and me arguing before the judge that this is war, wouldn't have played. So I resolved to pay this son of a bitch a visit, and I did. A few days later, as was my wont, I dropped in to buy a pack of cigs, and there he was! So I asked him if he was a muslim and what did he think about 'last Tuesday'? (It wasn't '911' yet.) "Oh sir, such a terrible thing! Yes, do not think this is the work of Islam! Our religion means peace!", at this point all I heard was 'yada yada yada', because I have one skill above all others, I KNOW when I'm being lied to... at this point I resolved to study this so called 'religion'. Unfortunately, liberals seem to have decided to try to make mooslimes their buddies, instead of understanding their ideology(I hesitate to call it a religion anymore. Being a Gnostic I know it for what it is, and see it as the Deception of the Archons, the religion of dark animalism, the moon god. An 'anti Christ' culture, and is thus, incompatible with western culture and ultimately must destroy us to hold true to its ideals.)

    As an old vietnam vet, I don't see such things as just cultural abnormality, or the essence of diversity, or even a multicultural glitch, I, like the story above, see it as a historical trend, an indication of an endpoint, cultural suicide, when people are too stupid to defend what's theirs simply because The Enemy has them hypnotized by "sweet words on the tongue, like honey, that grow bitter in the belly". These sweet words are the essence of political correctness, like our current occupant of the White House, what keeps us in check, apathetic, and complacent, until its too late. Like "common sense gun safety" which has more to do with trigger control, than registration... too many of us have forgotten the lessons of history, because in too many cases, you/we were never taught those lessons. Like the lessons of preachers, who tell us to 'submit to Godly authority', to turn the other cheek instead of selling your coat and buy a sword, when they hide the fact that Jesus was a revolutionary, a meek warrior, someone who taught us that our highest ideal is to 'turn the tables on the money changers' because they are the Elite of the "spiritual wickedness in high places". No, what is taught today, is watered down pap, doctrines of devils are anything that keeps you apathetic in the face of evil, but even evil, has been turned into good, and good into evil... making the people roar in confusion like the sea and the waves, such is the state of our degeneration, it also has prophetic overtones.

    I see Islam as far more politically useful, to the globalists, than Christianity, simply because it promotes herd behavior rather than individual behavior, they worship death and not life, just like the socialists, they are made for each other. 1984 is their instruction guide, and like 1984, ideology is merely a beard for the ultimate goal, power. Like tearing down confederate monuments, their goal is to wipe history clean and replace it with their revised version. As if the War of Northern Aggression wasn't white washed enough, now they want to denigrate our honored dead, may they all rot in hell. But there are enough of us left, in the south, that do remember, because it is taught in the homes if not the schools, that the Goddamnyankees, have never changed. We have a tradition of eating black eyed peas and greens on New Years day, for good luck, but too many have forgotten why it came to be.

    We do this in remembrance of Reconstruction, when the Goddamnyankees not just punished white southern people, but tried to starve us to death by stealing all our livestock, burning our homes and crops, putting blacks in charge, and leaving us only 'food fit for hogs' while lording it over us by rewriting state constitutions so that states were no longer states, but Federal provinces. When it was the goddamnyankee Republican Jocobites who started the whole shebang by being the lord and master over the seas, over cotton and tariffs, simply because Washington derived 2/3rds of its income from the south. Northern industrialists needed our cotton cheap, but England gave a better price. Thus, England wanted southern cotton and to break up America, and through its agents, egged on the Secession movement and helped get everybodies blood up. Money and power were the blindfold that marched us into an unwanted war, slavery, was a dying institution, and would have died out on its own eventually, without being the straw man for Lincolns flagging war. And like in 1860, America is again, at a cross roads, and that is the essence of The Last Trump, the anger of the righteous towards the self righteous hypocritical globalist/liberal/moderate appearing Establishment in the North East, that, has now spent themselves on the rocky shore of bankruptcy of empires. They have eyes but cannot see because they are blinded by the trappings of power, their agenda of global dominance, and believe their own bullshit about what passes for 'money' these days.

    But like the Islanders in the story above, we are sharpening our bamboo sticks, because we understand, that in the time that comes, the only thing that will matter will be superior firepower. The Last Trump is the last straw for the System to survive, because we know who is eating us alive, who has derived their sustenance from our livelihoods and abuses us by treating us like the slaves they so abhorred two centuries ago. We do have eyes that see, and we understand, that, that which cannot go on forever, won't. We also see them bragging about their New World Order, and thinking they have already won. We understand that they will win the short game, because evil always wins the short game, but we also know that evil attracts evil like moths to a flame, and that explains the strange attraction between modern liberalism and Islamism. Our liberals think they can use Islam like they used Christianity to subdue the masses while giving themselves moral authority. They don't understand that Islam is a superior evil, and will eat them. For that is how evil survives, by consuming the good, until, they must consume their own, for that is the ideology of animals, they destroy. The liberals and the moderates who 'go along to get along', will be destroyed by their own complacency and willingness to compromise because by the time they figure it out, it will be too late for them.

    In the end, there are only three ways of fighting evil; fight, flee, or compromise. The lesson of the last 1400 years, is that you cannot compromise with Islam, like you cannot compromise with liberals, you give them an inch and they will take a mile. The lesson of history is clear, when your culture is compromised, you're done. That is the reason we cling to Gun's and Bibles, and we are giving the System one last chance at self correction, but you and I know, no one man or party apparatus can save America because the Evil ones have won the short game. They have turned us against ourselves, they have infiltrated us, and diluted us and our money, and when money dies, the daggers come out, and all those burning hatreds of times gone by, will be settled debts as all those liberals find out the true reason for the 2nd amendment. Those who say this will never happen because we are become a nation of sheep, do not understand the soul of America, which is the heart of the old confederacy.

    We are nice folks, until we're not. When the worm turns, for whatever reason, you will not be able to keep your goons in check and the burning hatred will become a blazing bonfire, just like the last time. Only this time, it won't be only us southerners who will be saying; Goddamnyankees, it will be half the country saying; Goddamnfederals. The 'Silent Majority' still exists, you globalists/liberals/moderates, really, really, don't want that to change, and that's why you're scared to death of The Donald, The Last Trump. Your reality is one of pretend it will go away, while it festers. For you know, he is the only one who could come to Washington without strings, and with the attitude of the necessity of tearing it all down in order to build it back up, for that is the only way. All I have to say is, some of you pissed him off, big time. I give him a twenty percent chance of being elected, because we all know, you'll try to get him, somehow, we know who you are and how you operate, and we know, that most of the country is still stuck on 'nice', too many don't accept that the country is being run by evil globalist monsters, and don't understand history and that the worm has already turned, but many more are beginning to wake up.

    Or, did you think that destroying the blue collar middle class and making minimum wage, forever, (if you were lucky and weren't replaced by a brown skinned 'migrant') and without hope of anything better, was going to be acceptable as the 'new normal'? History is clear, politicised economics is the primary cause of revolutions. Even the Revolutionary war was about money, taxes, and not being able to pay them in 'English money', which was doled out in short supply sufficient to meet the needs of the Aristocracy, but not the Subjects/Citizenry. Thus the depression before the war, caused people to lose everything, while the Aristocracy tried to gain for the Crown, their large estates. Unfortunately, we threw off an Aristocracy of Royalty only to replace it with an Aristocracy of Money. In those days, only 3 percent actively fought against the British, if those same 3 percent still live in the genes of their progeny, mr. Federal, you will have a long hard road towards your grand socialist/facist utopia. There will be blood, and lots of it, for the tree of liberty is thirsty, and if you continue on this current path, it will become parched, and then, God help us all.

    If modern globalist/liberals/moderates had spent more time studying history, instead of revising it, they may have come to the proper conclusions. That Islam is not, cannot, and will never be your 'friend', or a useful tool. If they weren't so bent on their agenda, they would have been able to read it for themselves, right there in the Quran; your women are cows, no 'infidel' can be your friend, lie in the name of god and you'll go to paradise, likewise cheating, stealing and killing in the name of god is supported, in fact, there are 191 ways to kill infidels in their 'holy' book. Funny, I don't remember any of that in the Bible. But no, as we said, they would prefer to lump all that religious 'nonsense' into the same barrel and treat it the same because it doesn't fit in with the liberal/moderate agenda of a globalist New World Order. They think they can use Islam for their unstated goal, which is the destruction of Christian white culture, because they know, we are the only ones standing in their way.

    We three percent, are the ones with the sharpened bamboo spears.
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  9. duane

    duane Monkey++

    Christ tried to teach those that wished to learn his way by using parables and we have excellent ones above that are well worth reading. Mr Bracken needs no introduction and has written many other longer works well worth reading, but his short work above distills major differences in our way and their way into short concise statements.and states what the outcome will be in easy to understand way. Bagpiper uses a combination of critical thought, using their own religious works, and personal observations to reach the same objectives and adds the thought that the war might not be lost yet. Nothing that I have read in my limited study of the muslim religion indicates that allah is the true ever powerful God that created everything. He is another god, like baal or jupiter, but he is the only one that they believe and they thus have to destroy or convert all who believe otherwise. Our political correct, diversity, multi ethnic, multi cultural, nation of sheep is being led down a path of total submission and ruin, who will end up running the dregs that are left may be in question, but the destruction of our present society is not.
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  10. enloopious

    enloopious Rocket Surgeon

    Imagine this story re-wrote with everyone in the land of plenty being armed to the teeth where reason, logic, fighting, and identifying threats was being taught in school. It would be a much shorter story but with a much happier ending. I always imagine Spartans and Leonidas in propaganda stories like these and what would happen to people like AMOK who showed up in Sparta.

    Here's the catch: people are stupid. They are easy to persuade, easy to kill, easy to rule. They don't look five minutes into the future let alone a day. There is a rule and it is very simple. With every right comes a responsibility. The right to have a weapon means the responsibility of learning how to control it and use it properly (with your brain). The right to free speech means the responsibility to not say things that harm others (such as smiles and lies). The right to freedom of religion means the responsibility to handle and assess all other religions with appropriate actions and responses. The right to be secure in your possessions and house means the responsibility to defend it up to and including to the death (don't believe me? Try breaking into Buckingham Palace or arresting the Queen or President for war crimes and see what happens). The right to peace comes with the responsibility to wage war (you can't have peace without waging war).

    The simple ugly truth is that people are going to fight and they are going to die. Always. The problem is that if everyone shares everything equally there will be no rich people. In order for some to be rich others MUST be poor. That is a law. The more poor people you see the wealthier someone you don't see is getting.
  11. chelloveck

    chelloveck Diabolus Causidicus

    That doesn't explain the great wealth of visibly rich folk like Trump and his compadres....does that mean that the more visibly wealthier someone becomes, the fewer invisibly poorer people there are???
  12. bagpiper

    bagpiper Heretic

    It explains all wealth, whether 'old' wealth, or neaveau riche, even the coins in your pocket... its called the Zero sum game. For every millionaire on the planet, a million people must be a dollar poorer. It matters not if they choose to be invisible or visible, humble or a braggart, it matters not if they gain their wealth through honest endeavor or through illegal machinations, money = X.
    X / n (where n= the population) equals Y; money available per person. But it all depends on where money comes from...

    As long as money is defined under the rule of gold, that; He who has the gold, makes the rules... it shall always come up short, because, they tell us, that alone, is what gives it 'value'. It makes no difference if gold has been replaced by a worthless proxy, their whole schtick is the 'short'. They print up a contract, the kings soldiers enforce it, and the priests bless it, the tripartite system as old as Babylon...

    If money was to come into being, based on the value of the person's labor, instead of that labor being stolen and diluted under the 'law' of Usury and taxes, then there would be no rich, because everybody would be as rich as they could deliver goods to the market. Without rich mans rules there would be true equality, the equality of value delivered. But we really don't have that anymore, we have lawless cronyism, and whats left is dregs slowly dying as the High Seats pick up everything for pennies on the dollar. But they tell us they have it all under control, they print money for 'us', while they give it their friends for no cost. Simultaneously, skills intended to deliver goods and services are dying, because the middle class is being destroyed.

    'They' own money, we rent it because they got to redefine it as something other than gold. Until that changes, nothing will as 'they' use worthless paper to extract real property and goods from 'us', by using immoral debt for false money. In all such systems, this inequality becomes so unbalanced that rich mans rules become poor mans justice, the Suits hang and the Phoenix burns down his own nest, to arise from the ashes, because he has bought everything for pennies on the dollar.

    PS: the aforementioned system has existed in the past, of a sort. It was called the 'Real Bills Doctrine'.
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  13. enloopious

    enloopious Rocket Surgeon

    The irony of this story is that it also applies, probably much more so, to the native Americans and "manifest destiny". The English used the exact same tactics but if you will notice, to much greater success, on the Indians.
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  14. bagpiper

    bagpiper Heretic

    I agree, in the south we have a saying; What goes around, comes around...
    And I think, its coming...
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  15. enloopious

    enloopious Rocket Surgeon

    There was something about this story that stood out and bothered me and I finally figured out what it is. This system of invasion using smiles, lies, and violence is the exact way in which our country was taken over. If you read Black's Law or any law dictionary you will see that they have different definitions of words we all think we know. These dictionaries started out with common word definitions and they have been revised several times changing those definitions to words we would never even guess at in the common vernacular. Then they have classes for law enforcement, judges, lawyers, etc explaining the 'new' definitions in which people like the founding fathers are now terrorists and average Americans and returning military are 'home grown terrorists'.

    One of the most enlightening things I ever did was read the different volumes of law dictionaries and compare the evolution of legal words. You can see a clear and deliberate attack on the freedom and American people directly. For example words like DRIVING started out as one conducting business and now include everyone doing pretty much anything. Some courts have upheld that you can be driving while you skate board, bike, ride a horse, or even walk down the street. How messed up is that?
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  16. bagpiper

    bagpiper Heretic

    You are so right. Even in my life time, words get new meanings, depending on who's doing the wordsmithing.
    The word gay, used to mean happy go lucky, joyous, without a care in the world... try using it in that context...
    This is nothing new... people of power have always used words against those not in power, to deceive, and control minds first, before everything else. This is even Biblical... "sweet words on the tongue, like honey, become bitter in the belly."

    The white race has even lost its identity because of so called 'scholars'. Take the word; Saxons... Do you know what its original spelling and meaning was? It was; Saacs Sons... In those days, like today, we liked to shorted names for convenience, so back then they would often drop leading vowels. Saacs Sons was short for Isaac's sons, or the Sons of Isaac. In the beginning, they were not 'lost', they were hiding from the tribe of Judah, and their Law and their God. Of course, today, they were just another Caucasian tribe, that came from 'somewhere'. All the western tribes came from the Caucasian mountains, scattered after they left captivity in Babylon. But this one tribe, wanted to remember their origins...

    Unfortunately, some of us(in power) hated the Jews so much, they turned ourselves into something we weren't, Gentiles (colored races), in order to become 'lost'. We still blame the Jews for everything wrong in the world, when, we should look in the mirror, it is Caucasians who own the world... we have fulfilled prophecy but we are blind to it, because 'they' have even hidden the meanings of the original words. We wait upon singular events, that could be paradigmatic processes. We should celebrate our release from Judah, instead of hiding it. Everything would be a lot clearer, but we prefer to hide behind fairy tales.

    Today, the Fabian socialists, are the undoing of all things, their symbol is the blacksmith hammering the world, and words are their anvil... our Dark Caesar in the w h i t e house, is such a 'thing', and now we see it come out into the open, as we 'Bern'. Sadly, it will soon be revealed, whether or not, those who vote for a living outnumber those who work for a living. If so, like Europe falling now, we will fall later by the Rock 'unhewn by human hands'(the Kaaba). And Islam will simply kill them last, as they both are the ideologies of death worshipers.

    I worked for one of these rich bastards, a long time ago. And he tried to recruit me because I was a damn good engineer. Many call them the Illuminati, the Elite, the Establishment, whatever, what I heard and saw was simply a bunch of old money families trying to control the world for their purposes, which, was depopulation and one world government... with them, as the government, business, and religion, under the old Babylonian system of Philosopher kings.

    Hear the mouths of their true believers on TV, talking heads who cannot comprehend that we would not want them... talking heads who consider anyone outside the corridor of power, as merely a hick. In their world there are no political parties, there are only factions fighting for ultimate power. Power is their aphrodisiac, all else is a tool. I only thank God I awakened, after we had our 'gun talk'. He said 'the guns had to go', and then, I knew I was talking to evil.

    Words are important. Words can conquer. Words can elevate and tear down, build and destroy. But now, we have become cell phone cyborgs, apathetic, dependent, and incapable of comprehending humanity, especially if someone is deceiving us...
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  17. chelloveck

    chelloveck Diabolus Causidicus

    Do you have a citation for the source of this truth claim??? Is there any sound reason to favour this particular bit of legendary etymology of the word Saxon???

    How does the Hebrew name Yitzhak (Anglicised as Isaac) Meaning "He will laugh"


    get shoehorned into the Germanic word Saxon??? Words certainly are important, but it is also important not to bastardise their origins simply to fit it into a particular religious schema one favours over what actually is.

    Online Etymology Dictionary

    Hebrew pronunciation of the Patriarch Isaac's name minute 2:34 into the video. You'll note that it sounds nothing like the word Saxon.

    Further information about Saxons.....

    Saxons - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
  18. bagpiper

    bagpiper Heretic

    Love ya @chelloveck, how quaint... pretty pictures too.
    Germanic? Your history doesn't go back far enough, and your data is non sequitur in terms of time. Where did the German tribes come from, hmm?
    Who are the 'Caucasians'? hmm?

    Siting relatively modern 'scholars' to me is nothing more than another form of Jew love/hate, by enforcing The Illusions of powerful men... those who disconnected us from our heritage and history in order to divide and conquer, like they are doing now, in Dixie. This is the lesson of the Tens; toes, virgins and shofars.
    I suggest you read books that were 'Forbidden', burned, and declared 'heretic'.
    Also, having been born into a Saacs sons family, would give you access to old stories, like my old granny who would read Enoch and tell us how the Holy Mother Roman Church destroyed the ancient writings and called it a Bible. That we white folks were part of the Lost Ten Tribes, and that is the only thing that explains the lessons of the Tens in their Bible, but preachers preach nonsense based on nothing at all, but their own 'interpretations'.
    I would also suggest Herbert W. Armstrong, a much 'discredited' pastor, who wrote a history book, USA and Europe in Prophecy, can't remember exactly... but it is interesting that anybody who steps off the path of the status quo, is attacked. Kinda like yourself, now...

    I just know, that scholars, like preachers, business and politicians(bureaucrats and managers too), are all full of shit, and sometimes its not their fault, they are victims of their own education and culture. Why?, because they are all beholden to those that brung 'em to the dance, and those people, have agendas, their families always have. We are all beholden to the Rule of Gold, that; He who has the gold, makes the rules...

    Even scientists today, are mostly brain dead robots parroting incomplete theories as gospel.
    Sometimes, the spirit speaks and you just have to listen. But then, you wouldn't know anything about that...
    The biggest problem with white folks is, yankee 'minded' white folks, they think they know better than everybody, they should be listened to, they think they should be the Boss of the world, not just the USA. They think their version of knowledge is holy writ. Our very intelligence and individuality is our Achilles heel, because there are those of us to who, since the 1860's, have simply said fuck off and die, like you're doing, with incomplete knowledge. This is one of those cases, we have heritage, they have 'scholars'. F* the scholars and the priests, and the politicians, the Last Trump is blowing, can you hear the whirl wind we have sewn on the wind of perfidy?
    We own the seven continents, we destroy the Earth with our technology, we have become a great nation and a company of nations, we fulfill prophecy, yet, we have eyes but do not see. We know everything, yet, are as wise as a box of rocks.
    Wiki? really? If its on the internet, its gotta be the truth?

    God bless, and good day sir.
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  19. chelloveck

    chelloveck Diabolus Causidicus

    After several paragraphs of tap dancing, avoiding the question of citing the source of your truth claim, that the word Saxon has a Hebraic origin, virtually the only sensible thing that you have been able to express in your reply is "God Bless and good day sir."

    You have made the truth claim that the word "Saxon" is derived from an adaptation of the expression Isaac's son...(or son of Isaac). When asked for evidence of this claim, you avoid it entirely by shifting the burden of proof onto me, by claiming that my explanation of the taxonomy of the Word Saxon is a non-sequitur....posing the questions to me.....
    Both of your rhetorical questions are irrelevant to the philology and taxonomy of the word 'Saxon'. You have still not explained how the anachronistic use of the expression Saac Sons morphed into the word, "Saxon". Your only "implied" explanations are that old stories passed down by granny, and the "spirit speaking out" are all that's needed to un-skein the tangled origin of the word Saxon.
    I do wonder why the apocryphal legends and "just so stories" * of grannies; and appeals to speaking spirits, are counted as more reliable as authoritative sources of knowledge than peer reviewed research?? It appears to me that appeal to folk tradition, and appeal to supernatural revelation are themselves no more reliable, and arguably, considerably less reliable sources of knowledge than Professor Wikipedia and Dr Google.

  20. ghrit

    ghrit Ambulatory anachronism Administrator Founding Member

    Would one of you gentlemen kindly connect saxons and caucasians to alienorks?
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