Jew World Order

After a positive response from my Hollywood’s Jewish Saviours post, several commentators advised me that I should write a little more. Firstly, many thanks for the kind words I hope I can continue to provide high quality content for you to read, watch and enjoy. Given the myriad of topics I could focus on, from the cluster-fuck in Manchester to the heavily masonic visuals in the new John Wick movie (I may still write about this as the visuals are quite interesting to discuss), I have decided to share with you, in a brief way, how I arrived at the Jewish question and my exodus from Europe.

3 Jews

Working in the tech industry it is very normal for a firm to send you to work in Israel, predominately Tel Aviv. Given the fact that I had been involved with technology since I was 11 and used my passion for communications technologies to advance my career and at 24 I was working for a very well known tech company and was sent off to the “Silicon Valley of the Middle East”. My job was more in a supervisory sense, that I would be co-ordinating with teams of developers to unify 2 different payments and rewards systems into a single solution. Using my attention to detail I wrote about 60% of the base-code for the solution but due to time constraints the workload had been expanded to the Israeli office and teams set-up to hit a newer, closer deadline, so I would be there basically to help them achieve this as painlessly as possible. All programmers know that everyone writes code differently; you may have the same outcome but how the user gets there can be a huge gulf of difference and so having me on hand made the transition from 2 solutions to 1 a lot easier.

I was sent to Tel Aviv for 3 months, and actually came home after about 2 months as the work I was sent there to do had been completed (very rare with software development). So let me get into the details. Prior to this I had been subjected to years of atrocity porn from the government school education system and Hollywood and as such I had no negative connotations in reference to the Jewish people. I was excited about going there as I’ve also enjoyed travel and looked forward to new experiences and potentially having a little romance while there (I was in my 20’s and so vagina played a large part of my mind set). Arriving there I was introduced to the team I was working with – my boss who for some reason wouldn’t stop discussing her pets, and the 3 jews who I would actually be working with. There was the “big” boss and his daughter who would be doing admin for my team. What instantly struck me was their utter reluctance to speak in English even though all 3 team members had been working in the UK or the US prior to moving to T-A. This immediately isolated me, and I thought it was quite odd and frankly, rude. I mentioned that it would be helpful and the team would be more cohesive if we stuck to one language (there was a girl from the US who came with me), and this was met with the usual head-nods and fake apologies only to go back to the exact same behavior.

Team meetings, which we would hold once a week, would start in English and quickly devolve into Hebrew, at which point I would just leave. Another issue was that there were regular meals out for the teams, but myself and the girl from the US were never invited out, which was made more awkward as they would post photos about their team nights out on Facebook, which we were also tagged in. It wasn’t just the evening meals in which I was excluded, it was lunchtime also. I was totally ignored at lunchtimes and they would always co-ordinate when they would go and would just leave en masse without a word said to those who remained. It was not easy to source food in a foreign country and without the language.

I was told that while there I would be paid in cash by the office after I submitted time sheets, and then anything remaining after leaving would be added to my account from my office back at home. This didn’t happen; I was told that I would get paid when I left, meaning that for three months I would have access to an apartment, but no money for food and other expenses. After an argument I was told I could use a private firm (the only firm that was possible was also owned by the big boss) who would pay me weekly for a percentage and then the company would pay them. In essence I lost 15% of my own salary, which removed any bonus I earned by working there.

After 6 weeks the office had a black guy from the US come in, and to be honest, as racist as I am, this guy was amazing at programming. He was one of the best I have ever seen and his mindset was just so analytical that he was perfect for the role. He was treated like utter scum, brought to tears eventually and left after 5/6 weeks of being there. He ended up working for a school in the US and I’m sure is doing well now. Racial realism is always good to keep in your mind, but seeing how this co-ordinated effort was executed to have him removed because they saw him as a threat really disgusted me.

By this point things were really starting to go south for me. I was basically unable to do my job as they were even commenting code in Hebrew and the team meetings were eventually scrapped and no-one had an actual idea of what was happening with the project. Luckily, these people were actually very good at programming and bug testing and the code audits (done externally) went very smoothly and I was able to finish up fairly quickly and get out of there. This took me by utter surprise how a group of people could be depicted as such angels from a moral perspective, but be totally isolationist, unprofessional and  disrespectful. This was the embryonic stage of me re-considering the jews as a race in general.

A Girl

The next stage involved an ex-girlfriend of mine who had an absolute hatred for all things Jewish and the Jewish community. She worked for an online casino as a security analyst and all of her bosses, including the company owner, were Jewish. She was bound by an NDA but would tell me frequently that they would break the law to screw people over for cash, so much so that they had to move their offices from one side of Europe to Cyprus, as it’s a non-extradition country with the US and the bosses were so confident they would be indicted they had no other choice. She spent a long time discussing things with me, mainly jewish political involvement and I took it all with a pinch of salt. We eventually broke up for unrelated reasons, but a parting gift from her (we split quite amicably) was a copy of the Protocols. Reading this did seem like a revelation. I had since grown by a few years and my political interest was deepening, seeing that the protocols were written so long ago and still seemed relevant really allowed me to distance myself from the Kosher controlled opposition who I had invested my time and energy with.

The “Nazi”

The final nail in the coffin of my former-self would come in the form of a “Nazi skin-head”. I was waiting for a bus after a work meeting and I saw him come in with his daughter and he clearly looked like an amazing father ,which for me seemed such a strange dichotomy when I saw his appearance. He had swastika tattoos on his face, with the SS bolts on his neck, black boots and patches, the whole nine yards. He was quite an imposing figure. I could see everyone’s disgust in his appearance, so I did exactly what I normally do when I find something interesting – I went up and started to have a discussion with him. He had mentioned that he had been brought into Hitlerian political theory through studying economics and then moved onto research about race, etc. We also discussed various physical attacks we had suffered at the hands of immigrants (to which I still have a scar across my face where I was attacked). National Socialism was to him what it is to me now, freedom economically for the people. We spoke for about 40 minutes or so, both of us missing our buses and waiting for another one several times. As we shook hands and parted he asked me if I had ever read Mein Kampf to which I replied “Not yet” to which he replied “You should”. So I went home and downloaded a copy and started reading it. That was the beginning of my metamorphosis into what I am now – a granite-block of reason, unable to be chipped at as I’ve been forged in the heat of intellectual battle and come out the other side possessing a replenished vigour for my people, the European aryan people.