I dedicate this short story to my Granddaughter Amanda Marie Parisi, whom I love dearly.

This is the story of the Last Days on Earth, as we knew it. The last known Christian has been put to death. He had been found living in a lower level of an abandoned diamond mine in South Africa. He was ferreted out and brought to trial. He had professed Christ Jesus before he was killed. There was neither tumult nor clamor. He had been locked in a lethal chamber, the gas was admitted and in a few minutes he was dead. He was found lying forward on his face where he had fallen from his knees.
The NWO announced the capture and execution of the last Christian. ”The work of a thousand years is now at an end,” it declared in its exultant bulletin. The day of the announcement was a day of great rejoicing all over the earth. The NWO –as the International Government of the World was known to be evil personified  –declared a half-holiday for all worker slaves. Great effigies of Christ on the Cross-were burned at all the sub-capitals of the world. While the crosses flamed, the multitudes paraded and sang. It was the first time in a century that singing had been allowed. The great work of extermination was now over.
It was a strange world that witnessed this day of jubilation. The peoples of the whole earth had become slaves of a few masters. They had been herded into vast industrial centers, great mountains of stone and steel, banding round earth like mountain chains, rising like huge wrens on the face of the globe. But these men and women were not just ordinary slaves; they were creatures of the machinery of a mechanical life, inferiors of the machines they operated, and subsidiary attachments to the monsters of the New Age of Man without God. The fantasy of the philosopher had come true: machines had become superior to man. Men were not mere automatons; they were minor automatons, servants of a mechanical state.
            The Masters of the NWO were sons of the masters who had established the plan for this new state for many years. Their sires had done their work with brutal and consummate efficiency. All rebellious races had been exterminated. All people unsuited for slavery, primarily Latin’s and Celts, were segregated and slain. Only the stolid, unimaginative, automatic races, dominantly Nordic, were preserved.
            The days of ecstatic, passionate, beauty loving, liberty-seeking peoples had, as was early predicted, come to a close. The sluggish, frigid races had survived by the grace of the Masters.
            The founders of the world state had prepared carefully for centuries. It was a long and difficult work to concentrate control of all fuel, food, arms and transportation into the hands of just six men. It was a chemist who, by a masterstroke of strategy, finally perfected the consolidation. A gas that obliterated a thousand squar miles of forest in an hour destroyed all agriculture and horticulture on earth.  All fields, farmland, gardens, and woodlands from the great wheat lands of the Ukraine to the forest of South America and Canada were turned into a fine power that lay like mist along the earth for days and then dissipated. When the work was complete the earth was as bare almost as it had been when the primeval glaciers withdrew their icy crust and first left the earth bare and bald beneath the sun.  No fruit of flower or grain or vegetable showed itself. And none was allowed to show itself. The cultivation of any food growth was punishable by life imprisonment in the mines in the bowels of the earth. The cultivation of any decorative growth, flowers or tree or vine, was punishable by death.
            The few hundred thousand inhabitants of the world who had not been corralled into huge black industrial fortresses came across the dusty levels and valleys seeking admittance to these giant complexes. They were counted, given numbers and assigned residential vaults. At first, people stared at these sun-browned slaves from the outlands. They ill-matched the palled faces of the vault dwellers. Yet, soon they lost their sunlight and became white as their fellows and as characterless as the numbers on their backs. No one had names. Numbers and numbers knew individuals only. There were no families. When children were born they were taken and bred, by the NWO in central vaults maintained for the purpose of control. If a child however, displayed imagination or fire or spirit or brilliancy or any non-Nordic trait, they were destroyed. The multitudes, everybody except the masters and their large families and directing engineers, lived in steel chambers in enormous cabinets that were on the average of a thousand feet high. These cabinets were like great filling cases. Each chamber was the same size as each other, were fitted with the same steel furniture, had the same bare walls. The chamber only differed in numbers.
            No one wanted revolt! The lives the slaves lived were mechanical almost into unconsciousness. It was an existence suited for their radical type. But had some freak appeared, some heroic soul with the love of liberty, he would be helpless. The masterstroke of the chemist had made revolt unachievable. It was the perfect servile state: no one wanted revolt besides it would have been impossible.
            Perfect slavery was assured in this manner: the only food obtainable was liquid, which was furnished through pipes, as was water, from a central reservoir. This liquid was of two types: a dark fluid, which had lubricating qualities and a lighter fluid, which had sustaining and energizing qualities.  Better life through chemistry as we use to say. The formulae for these two fluids were guarded with a secrecy that precluded even an attempt at discovery. The chemist who evolved the formulae was killed immediately after final testing had proved their efficacy for the common weal. (In their arrogance, they forthwith erected a statue in his memory.) The King of kings, that is the master of Masters, alone knew the formulae. Anyone who made the least query regarding them was slain. The NWO forbade curiosity with the same rigor that it forbade laughter. There was little need for prohibition in either case.
            When No. 579,241, say, arose at dawn he went to a metal sink riveted to the wall. Over the sink were three pipes. One was water, one was dark fluid and the third was light fluid. Before washing he took a glass of the darker one and after washing he took a glass of the lighter one. These two glasses were sufficient to provide him with sustenance until noontime. At noon, he took two more glasses. At night the same procedure followed. And so it went until he died. The slaves I imagine considered it a well balance diet.
            The two fluids were very like the oil and gasoline that were once used in automobiles. The airplans, which furnished the only transportation for the NWO used these two fluids for lubrication and fuel. When a driver left in the morning he took the same food he gave his engine. They both worked in pretty much the same way. Each industrial center was provided with a towering tank, which served as a filling station. Every morning would find a flock of airplanes buzzing around the top of the tank like flies over a dead fish. This is the only life they will ever know, unless . . .?
            If any section of the NWO Empire ever became the least stubborn, not to say rebellious, these antiquated and shutting off the liquid food supply from the central reservoir could quickly cure Christian weaknesses. The slaves would immediately be without fuel or lubricant. It was a simple system.
             Now it so happened, like all mundane achievements the NWO had imperfections. Even this kingdom of the anti-Christ, perfect as it was, had a weak point. And so like all things mundane and very prosaic, came to an end.
            The great capital of the NWO was NP No.1 in what was once known as the first Capital of the USA, New York. It is easier to say, for one thing, and for another it (even such as it is) leaves me with a more Catholic taste on my tongue. The weak point in the NWO was a small, thin-faced wiry man who lived in a vault in New York. His number was 2,123,911. We will call him Mr. White, for Catholic reasons. White was one of the last of the sun-browned country dwellers to come in after all vegetative life on the planet had been destroyed. He had come with a strange group of people from one of the outermost places. The examiners at the gate had hesitated to let him enter. He had a light in his eyes and it was well known that no genuine NWO slaves had a light their eyes. They thought at first that he might be a throwback to some destroyed race, but he had the proper credentials. They watch him carefully for some time. But the resemblance was only on the surface, for his brain was afire and his heart bled with passion for truth. White proved to be a good slave. He kept his head bowed. He made no human noise that might soften the metallic din of the center. Winter came and went. White was beyond suspicion. But with the coming of spring he cast surreptitious glance sunward. At night he would look out the ventilator at the stars. On rest day afternoon, he would go over the hills across the western river. His fellow slaves could not understand his trips. “Why would he go over there,” they would say to themselves, “when he could sit all day in the dark in his vault and stare at the floor?” But that was the extent of their inquiry. Thought was too much of an effort for them. Their sluggish minds would blankly return to the floor.
            White had a purpose going there to the hills across the western river. He liked the open air and the sunlight, though none of his fellows would believe it or why. Yet, he had his eyes out for something. One warm afternoon he found it in a distant valley, miles from men: a small patch of brown moist earth. He knelt down reverently by it, and made a sign of the Cross on himself, touching his forehead and breast and shoulders with his first two fingers of his right hand. After a long while on his knees, he arose and made the sign of the cross in the air over the plot, murmuring as he did so. Then with a glance at the airplanes that hummed overhead, he quickly took out a little sack from his breast and sprinkled its contents over the moist earth.
            “I shall bring God back to earth,” White told the silences beyond the western river. Then, he returned to his vault at the center.
           
            Spring grew into summer over the heaps of metal and flesh that were know as cities, over the bare rock and soil that was know as earth.  The people in New York noticed that the air had become warmer, and that was all they noticed. Some of them scarcely noticed that. But White knew and noticed. And now and then he returned from his visits across the river with a light on his face and said to himself, “be careful.” It was increasingly hard for him to conceal his joy at what was about to happen.          
            Autumn came. The patch of moist brown earth was white with golden wheat that rippled like water to the slightest wind. It was a small patch; no one had seen it on land; no one could see it from the air.
Note: Save your seeds in a safe place for the future time of re-planting for we may find ourselves in Mr. Whites place. Amen.
            One Rest-day White visited his plot early. When he returned at dusk he carried with him a small packet of thin white wafers. He had cut down the wheat, beaten some of it into flour, had mixed the flour and water, rolled the paste into flat strips, and had baked them quickly over a fire made out of the remaining wheat. White was jubilant that night.
            He spent most of his sleeping hours on his knees.
But the next day was a solemn day for him. It was it was the day on which, mentioned before, the day the NWO announced the capture and the execution of the last known Christian. White spent the half-holiday on his knees in his vault.
            All afternoon he could see in the streets far below him the steady stream of black garbed slaves, marching in slow step like the prisoners they were, endlessly marching, monotony their dismal paean of triumph. All afternoon the dark chant, varied only by silence or the endless shuffling of heavy feet, rose to his ears. And all afternoon he stayed on his knees. Now and then, he would look out and up to where above the black metal towers and roofs the sky still shone a lucent, unbesmirched blue. 
            Night came. White did not go to bed. He instead unpacked a box he had brought with him from the country. It held cloths, shoes, a few small tools. In the bottom of it, wrapped in an old coat, was a large case. He went over its contents careful. There were some robes, a shiny cup, two small bottles, a book, a slab of stone, some miscellaneous small boxes and metal pieces. He went over each carefully. He filled one of the bottles with water. The other was already filled with a dark red liquid. Then, he packed everything back carefully into the case and waited.
            The city was as still as if death had stolen in and possessed it. White sat patiently through the long night hours. The sky had a strange pallor, he thought, and there was a strange weight to the silence of the city. He did not know whether it forbade good or evil.
            Two hours before dawn, he took up his case and made his way to the street. The streets were deserted. Always they were deserted at this hour as the slaves slept. But in the deserted dark of this night there was an unaccountable expectancy. The great masses of metal towered blackly upward, massed themselves hugely upward, as if threatening the stars. White walked quickly, a solitary speck of motion along the floors of the caverns of the monstrous city.
            He reached the base of one giant structure that surpassed all the others by a thousand feet, a memorial tower to one of the first masters of the NWO.  He slipped into the only elevator and went hissing upward to the roof, a half-mile above the earth. He locked the elevator at the roof so that it could not be summoned from below. Then he set himself quickly to work. He changed his garments. In a few minutes, despite the dim starlight, he was done.
            “On top of the black tower of the devil in the kingdom of the anti-Christ,” he thought to himself, “after all those centuries of extermination, there stood a priest in amice and alb, maniple, chasuble, girdle and stole, heir in a noble line of Christ’s priests, clad in their symbols of chastity, charity, honor and Faith. The figure of Christ’s cross lay on his back. The anointment of Holy orders was on his soul. Before him was his altar, his case topped with altar stone and missal and chalice. On it laid the corporal with the wafer he had made from the wheat he had grown. By it stood the two cruets of water and wine. He waited until first there was a streak of light shown across the Eastern sky. Then he bowed down before his altar.  And said, ‘In nominee Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus sancti.’ Amen. The Mass had begun. He was keeping his promise to bring the Son of God back to earth.” 
            Fr. White voice was quivering. You can see the heroic figure in the twilight of the world saying Mass in the citadel of the anti-Christ? Can you hear the Christe eleison as he cries it to the breaking skies of dawn? Can you catch the murmur of the Credo as the winds carry it to the ends of the earth? Can you just see him turning with shinning face as he gives his Dominus vobiscum to the empty cathedral of the morning?
            “It was magnificent!” “And while he is making the sign of the Cross over the wafer of bread, the powers of the anti-Christ are gathering. The enemy has spotted him.
            “An early plane spied him as he bent over his altar in the first light of day. The warning has awakened the city and below grows a tumult of the multitudes. The clangor of the alarms, and the rumble of the moving people rise to the top of the tower. But the priest does not hear anything but the words of consecration. His soul is on the Mass. The morbid slaves below awakening from the sluggish sleep are electrified by cries of ‘A priest! A priest!’
            “Millions who would not ordinarily lift a hand to save a friend or give a sign of affection, these apathetic slaves of the anti-Christ, are transformed by this discovery of the Mass being said. Stolid, stupid peoples insensible even in pain need –as ever –only mention of a priest and the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass to drive them into unimaginable rage.
            “The mobs surge about the base of the tower. There is no access to the upper levels save by the lone elevator. Their blasphemies rise in raucous uproar. Their frenzy would hurl over the structure itself if it could . . . The while the priest is reverently at his Mass.
            “Veni sanctificator omnipotens, aeterne Deus. ‘Come Thou Who makest holy, almighty and eternal God . . .’ He is beseeching the blessing of the Holy Ghost.”
            The Mass goes forward.
“The Master of the NWO has summoned the marshal of his soldiers. ‘Stop the Mass immediately!’ he commanded.
            “The marshal reports that planes are speeding towards the tower. “The top is to small for them to land on. It is a difficult shot for them . . . he explained.”
            “The Master is furious at this report. ‘Bomb the tower. Destroy it. Demolish it. Do whatever, but stop the Mass!’” “His face was black with anger.” “From his own tower he could see the silhouetted figure bending over his small altar. He tears his flesh in his rage.”
            “Two, three, four planes are circling above the tower. One drops a huge shell. It misses and goes hurtling down to the street. It crashes in the heart of the insane mob, annihilating a black square of them, shattering the steel walls, shaking the structures for a mile around. Another bomb falls. Another misses. And again, there is slaughter and destruction below . . .”
            “But now the priest bows low over the altar. Qui pridie quam pateretur . . . He begins the words of consecration, the words that shall change the bread and wine into the Body and Blood of Christ Jesus.”
            “He approaches Christ’s own words at the Last Supper.
            “One plane is now low over the roof of the tower, so low that the crew can make out the figure of the Cross on the priest’s chasuble. A bomb is made
ready.”
            “And now the priest comes to the words that shall bring Christ down to earth again. His head almost touches the altar: Hoc est enim corpus menum.”
            The bomb did not drop. No, no, there was a moment of awful silence.        
Then a burst of light beside which is day itself, is like dusk. Then a trumpet peal was heard. A single peal that  –shook the universe. The sun blew up like a bursting bubble. The stars and planets vanished like sparks. The entire burst the universe asunder. And the unspeakably luminous new day, through the vault of the sky ribbed with lightning came Christ as He had come after the Resurrection pure and shinning.
It was the end of the world. Amen.
            “The kingdom of the anti-Christ disappeared like the ashes in a whirlwind. And hastening up out of their tombs and resting places came the souls of the Just, happy, hearty and wholesome to greet their glorious King and real Master.”
            Fr. White who was just a number on earth found himself a hero in heaven.
           
So my friend, the last Christian on earth, was a Roman Catholic priest.

Laus tibi Christi. Pray for all priest to be alter-Christi’s. Amen and alleluia.

Obama & the Eighty-One Percent True Believers

Are Barack’s Followers Mindless Fanatics?

Recent polls reveal a giant gap in Obama’s approval between parties, with 81% of Democrats approving Barack’s job performance, while only 12% of Republicans concur. Despite unprecedented failure, why do liberals strongly approve Obama’s performance? Barack’s hyper-political stance and stunningly inept decisions ought to repulse every patriotic American. Hasn’t Obama been revealed as the JaMarcus Russell (failed NFL #1 pick) of American politics, losing every contest while steadfastly refusing to study the offensive play-book, or ponder team history?

What explains such self-destructive Democrat loyalty, which will destroy the party if not renounced? American philosopher Eric Hoffer wrote on zealotry, explaining why fanatics join irrational mass movements such as the Communists and Nazis. His works are seminally important for understanding crazed leftist hysteria.

I. The True Believer

Hoffer’s masterpiece, The True Believer: Thoughts On The Nature Of Mass Movements investigates mass fanaticism. Published in 1951, it was immediately hailed a classic. It offers insights into the troubled psyches of those mindlessly swept into highly destructive political cults. Hoffer defines a “true believer” as “the man of fanatical faith who is ready to sacrifice his life for a holy cause.” We see here the essential religious nature of the undertaking. And while Hoffer includes religious zealots, he mostly focuses upon the great political religions of our age – Communism and Nazism.

How could modern liberalism possibly fit this description? Well, a large portion of today’s “neo-liberals” are socialists demanding big government, tending towards atheism, and mostly indistinguishable from the generic fanatics Hoffer describes.

The True Believer mentality has certain essential characteristics. First, their goal is creating massive societal change. Second, these superficially prefer action over introspection. Third, these have a millenarian, ie “Last Days” interest in changing earth into paradise. Fourth, they’re committed to self-sacrifice to achieve their fantastic goals. Fifth, they desire group orientation, exchanging self for a herd identity. Sixth, they possess a “sinners” guilty mentality, goading them towards the pseudo-salvation offered by the glorified group. Seventh, they decry current society, claiming it outrageous, demanding epic change. Eighth, they may not have a God, but always devils to attack. Nine, the movement’s spirit is hatred, excoriating all enemies. Hoffer writes “Hatred becomes a habit.” Ten, all political struggles are cast in Manichean terms of black and white, good and bad, etc.

II. Motivation For Fanatics

What is it that makes people into unthinking, fanatical believers who would torch the world to achieve unrealistic and unjust goals? 

A. Change

All fanatical mass movements are essentially premised on the promise of “Change.” Hoffer writes,

It is a truism that many who join a rising revolutionary movement are attracted by the prospect of sudden and spectacular change in their conditions of life. A revolutionary movement is a conspicuous instrument of change.

But why is change so attractive? Hoffer claims empty, dissatisfied yet ambitious people are prime candidates for such zealotry. He believed most at risk are word-smiths longing for some great artistic achievement, but stymied by mediocrity – like professors, journalists, writers and scholars.

Of such destructive “Men of Words,” Hoffer wrote:

Mass movements do not usually rise until the prevailing order has been discredited…the deliberate work of men of words with a grievance…It is easy to see how the faultfinding man of words by persistent ridicule and denunciation, shakes prevailing beliefs and loyalties, and familiarizes the masses with the idea of change. What is not so obvious is the process by which the discrediting of existing beliefs and institutions makes possible the rise of a new fanatical faith.

Hoffer claims if zealots believe they have power to provoke revolution, it makes all the difference. He cites Marxism in the Russian Revolution as such doctrine acting as dynamite.

For men to plunge headlong into an undertaking of vast change, they…must have the feeling that by the possession of some potent doctrine, infallible leader or some new technique they have access to a source of irresistible power. They must also have an extravagant conception of the prospects and potentialities of the future. Finally, they must be wholly ignorant of the difficulties involved in their vast undertaking. Experience is a handicap."

One notes Obama demanding positive change. Yet he’s clueless on how such happens. The biggest reason for Barack’s failures: He’s an absolute amateur.

In general, fanatical groups have certain qualities, says Hoffer:

All mass movements generate in their adherents a readiness to die and a proclivity for united action; all of them, irrespective of the doctrine they preach and the program they project, breed fanaticism, enthusiasm, fervent hope, hatred and intolerance; all of them are capable of releasing a powerful flow of activity in certain departments of life; all of them demand blind faith and singlehearted allegiance.

B. Religion

The nature of fanatical movements is religious. Zealots invariably consider themselves holy. A universal spiritual impulse drives them towards a higher cause, to sacrifice themselves to it, and also find a selfless group identity. Overall, while liberals might be atheist, agnostic, or non-heterodox believers, they still have religious impulses.

Of religious instincts, Hoffer writes:

When our individual interests and prospects do not seem worth living for, we are in desperate need of something apart from us to live for…Hence the embracing of a substitute will necessarily be passionate and extreme…the faith we have in our nation, religion, race or holy cause has to be extravagant and uncompromising…We cannot be sure that we have something worth living for unless we are ready to die for it…Every mass movement is in a sense a migration – a movement toward a promised land.

People can support revolution when seeking meaning for their lives. Here a person becoming “liberalized” away from religious beliefs still needs a raison d’être. Hoffer claims mass movements offer similar elements as traditional religions.

C. Hope

Hoffer says fanatic groups always appeal to “Hope,” writing:

One of the most potent attractions of a mass movement is its offering of a substitute for individual hope…Those who would transform a nation or the world…must know how to kindle and fan an extravagant hope.

C. Flight From Freedom

Hoffer claims a driving force in fanatical psychology is escapism from the ponderous burden freedom mandates. Ultimately, fanatical movements like neo-liberalism avoiding the fear and pain associated with responsibility. He writes,

Unless a man has the talents to make something of himself, freedom is an irksome burden. Of what avail is freedom to choose if the self be ineffectual? We join a mass movement to escape individual responsibility, or, in the words of the ardent young Nazi, "to be free from freedom." It was not sheer hypocrisy when the rank-and-file Nazis declared themselves not guilty of all the enormities they had committed. They considered themselves cheated and maligned when made to shoulder responsibility for obeying orders. Had they not joined the Nazi movement in order to be free from responsibility?

Obama claims people shouldn’t be put under the fearsome burden of failure, even from their own bad choices. Writes Hoffer, “Freedom of choice places the whole blame of failure on the shoulders of the individual. And as freedom encourages a multiplicity of attempts, it unavoidably multiplies failure and frustration.”

3. Potential Converts

Hoffer finds converts to be most often from the following categories: 

(a) the poor, 
(b) misfits, 
(c) outcasts, 
(d) minorities,
(e) adolescent youth, 
(f) the ambitious (whether facing insurmountable obstacles or unlimited opportunities),
(g) those in the grip of some vice or obsession, 
(h) the impotent (in body or mind), 
(i) the inordinately selfish, 
(j) the bored, 
(k) the sinners.

Of this group, Hoffer describes misfits as aspiring to achieve something great, but for some defect, are unable. Permanent frustration drives them towards ego fulfillment some other way.

Hoffer writes,

The permanent misfits are those who because of a lack of talent or some irreparable defect in body or mind cannot do the one thing for which their whole being craves…and can find salvation only in a complete separation from the self; and they usually find it by losing themselves in the compact collectivity of a mass movement. By renouncing individual will, judgment and ambition, and dedicating all their powers to the service of an eternal cause, they are at last lifted off the endless treadmill which can never lead them to fulfillment.

Of the inordinately selfish, Hoffer paints a somber picture, writing,

The inordinately selfish are particularly susceptible to frustration. The more selfish a person, the more poignant his disappointments. It is the inordinately selfish, therefore, who are likely to be the most persuasive champions of selflessness. The fiercest fanatics are often selfish people who were forced, by innate shortcomings or external circumstances, to lose faith in their own selves. They separate the excellent instrument of their selfishness from their ineffectual selves and attach it to the service of some holy cause. And though it be a faith of love and humility they adopt, they can be neither loving nor humble.

Consider the extraordinary self-absorption and selfishness of typical liberal politicians. Of Clinton’s decision to use Monica Lewinsky as a plaything, or Hillary’s decision to sacrifice everything human upon the alter of power. Consider Al Gore’s selfish decision to defy the 2000 election. But is Obama most selfish of all? Consider – he visited his own half-brother in Kenya, living off a dollar a month in a plywood shanty-town. And the millionaire senator, while boasting in speeches of “being my brother’s keeper,” apparently offered not a cent!

Hoffer claims the bored are the largest group feeding members to fanaticism.

There is perhaps no more reliable indicator of a society’s ripeness for a mass movement than the prevalence of unrelieved boredom…The consciousness of a barren, meaningless existence is the main fountainhead of boredom…Pleasure-chasing and dissipation are ineffective palliatives. Where people live autonomous lives and are not badly off, yet are without abilities or opportunities for creative work or useful action, there is no telling to what desperate and fantastic shifts they might resort in order to give meaning and purpose to their lives.

America now specializes in bored, disaffected youth. If these receive any moral instruction in public school, it’s probably Marxist (from the humanistic doctrines of Marxist John Dewey). The collapse of the church as a public institution make the surrender complete. And such indolent rubes make perfect cannon fodder for the Political Correctness wars.

3. Hatred & Deviltry

Is there any trait more characteristic of modern leftism than exclaiming hatred towards opponents? Opposition to George Bush was so vitriolic, it defies explanation, coming to embody right-wing devilishness. Yet, was he really that bad? Is he supposedly worse than Obama? If not (is a more leadership challenged president than Barack imaginable?) where’s the tsunami of hatred reserved for bad leaders?

Hoffer writes,

Passionate hatred can give meaning and purpose to an empty life. Thus people haunted by the purposelessness of their lives try to find a new content not only by dedicating themselves to a holy cause but also by nursing a fanatical grievance. A mass movement offers them unlimited opportunities for both. Hatred is the most accessible and comprehensive of all unifying agents…Mass movements can rise and spread without belief in a God, but never without belief in a devil. Usually the strength of a mass movement is proportionate to the vividness and tangibility of its devil.

3. Self Sacrifice

Hoffer claims the main goal of leaders of fanatic groups is to imbue in their followers the instinct for self-sacrifice, even to the point of self-annihilation. He says,

The vigor of a mass movement stems from the propensity of its followers for united action and self-sacrifice. When we ascribe the success of a movement to its faith, doctrine, propaganda, leadership, ruthlessness and so on, we are but referring to instruments of unification and to means used to inculcate a readiness for self-sacrifice.

Hoffer claims such an orientation towards deep self-sacrifice means followers are left in the dark about reality. He writes,

The readiness for self-sacrifice is contingent on an imperviousness to the realities of life. He who is free to draw conclusions from his individual experience and observation is not usually hospitable to the idea of martyrdom… All active mass movements strive to interpose a fact-proof screen between the faithful and the realities of the world. They do this by claiming that the ultimate and absolute truth is already embodied in their doctrine and that there is no truth nor certitude outside it…It is the true believer’s ability to "shut his eyes and stop his ears" to facts that do not deserve to be either seen or heard which is the source of his unequaled fortitude and constancy.

3. Application

Comparisons between Hoffer’s book and the current administration should surprise no one, since neo-liberalism is simply warmed over Marxism. This being the same root fostering the poisonous plant of communism, murderer of at least 150 million Russians and Chinese last century.

The Obama administration is the closest thing to a socialist leader ever for America. Most appalling is the blind adherence to socialist dogma, without any concern for the destroyed individual lives, businesses, economy, or global safety as this class war plays out.

A. Anti-Democracy

Hoffer’s fanatics preached democracy, but offered the opposite in power. The Obama administration prefers non-democratic means. The appointment of unscreened policy “Czars” is symbolic. When Barack insisted Obamacare pass despite less than majority support, it launched a direct attack against the Declaration’s promise to seek “consent of the governed.” That Obama’s Congressional leaders pass legislation “so we can find out what is in it” is an absurd rejection of representational government.

B. Anti-Capitalism

Hoffer’s zealots outlawed free enterprise, like the communists, or dictated its boundaries, like Nazis. Obama targets capitalism like a True Believer, regardless of costs to private citizens. Reason Magazine’s article “The Government’s Catastrophic Response to the Oil Disaster” details astounding mismanagement of the oil spill, including the White House shutting down every possible Gulf rig, then lying about it.

C. Anti-Freedom

Hoffer’s zealots agreed private citizens were not fit bearers of freedoms. Only “the group” knew right from wrong. Obama has signaled he’d enjoy banning books, limit free speech, regulate the Internet, etc. Stalin would approve.

D. Anti-Religion

True Believers all regulated religion, or banned it. Obama is now increasingly touting Islam. The bizarre topper is turning NASA into a global Islamic evangelical unit. It’s no surprise the non-church attending and apparently anti-Christian and seemingly Marxist Obama touts a religion with shockingly intolerant views.

E. Anti-Life

In the fanatic secular religions Hoffer describes, and in Islam, is a shocking disregard to death, murder, suicide and Jihad. Obama is America’s most pro-abortion president. His shielding of Jihadists while banning the “War on Terror” is simply shocking.

3. Conclusion

Modern liberalism is a fact-allergic ideology touting long disproved doctrines. Further, it will destroy every distinctive feature of the West, including freedom, prosperity, and our political vitality. Yet, on an apparent suicide mission, liberals cannot stop until socialism destroys the economy, and the doctrines of Political Correctness dissolve the foundations of society.

Hoffer asks an important question,

What ails the frustrated? It is the consciousness of an irremediably blemished self. Their chief desire is to escape that self—and it is this desire which manifests itself in a propensity for united action and self-sacrifice…Such diverse phenomena as a deprecation of the present, a facility for make-believe, a proneness to hate, a readiness to imitate, credulity, a readiness to attempt the impossible, and many others which crowd the minds of the intensely frustrated are, as we shall see, unifying agents and prompters of recklessness.

Hoffer seems to have an Obama in mind when discussing what drives certain aggrieved men to fanaticism:

However much the protesting man of words sees himself as the champion of the downtrodden and injured, the grievance which animates him is, with very few exceptions, private and personal. His pity is usually hatched out of his hatred for the powers that be.

All of America is now paying for the anger Barack felt years ago, imagined or not. Our question: Can we survive 2.5 more years until the True Believer Marxist fanatic is driven from the White House? Until then, we are all in the gravest danger imaginable.

By Dr. James David Manning

I grew up watching the great rivalry between the Boston Celtics and the LA Lakers. The competition between Larry Bird and Magic Johnson was classic.

Perhaps the most magnificent truth between Blacks and Whites in America can be found in the history of that rivalry. I also grew up at the close of the greatest period of Black or Negro accomplishments in the history of the planet. I am delighted to acknowledge the building of great schools for Negroes like Howard University, Morehouse College, Tuskegee Institute and Fisk University. During this period Negro churches flourished as the moral and religious gathering ground for community and national development. Small businesses owned by Negroes prospered from the small but stable incomes of a fully employed Negro community.

My generation, The Negro Generation was in full agreement and acknowledged the Holy Bible as truth; and Jesus as the most color blind loving friend my mother ever knew. She would quote Jesus, an alleged White only Saviour with a trust that I dare not tread upon. While we were a monolithic Christian community with no mixture of Islam, the second religion of my generation was education, education, education.

There was a sense that we were in competition with White America. Not a malice fed rivalry, but we were about the business of building a great society of Negroes who respected White accomplishments.

The Larry Bird, Magic Johnson rivalry existed as a mascot for the integrity of Negro youth and the fights between Joe Louis and Max Schmeling was the same for Negro men.

It was the golden age of Negro men and their unprecedented  
fatherhood. The Negro man and Joe Louis taught the Negro boys how to intellectually and confidently compete for financial success and to honor the Negro woman with hard won victories.

The Negro communities were full of Negro men, who ran small businesses with humble White customers. The churches were filled with Negro deacons. One out of every four teachers in the segregated schools was a Negro man.

My generation had a Negro father snoring in every home at night and a two-tone Ford in every garage.

The Negro man was a strong protector of his daughters and a defender of Jesus. Indeed, the competition in the boxing ring was a release for the unspoken competition economically and morally between the races. Every time Willie Mays, Jackie Robinson or Joe Louis won, they won one for the Negro people, but when they lost, no riots occurred, just acceptance and planning for the next contest.

This was the age of your father’s after shave lotion. Every Negro home had a father in the bedroom at night, and a strong smelling after shave on the dresser.

All of a sudden, things changed. A violent war was declared between the races. The sports arenas were abandoned as the venue for competition between the races, and riots broke out in ghettos all over America as a form of political dissent by The Black Man. In what is still an unexplained phenomena the sons of former business men began to rob and pulverize their own people, and the Negro and the smell of the after shave fragrance was replaced by the smell of heroin cooking in the bathrooms.

Shortly thereafter I heard a Black Muslim say Jesus was a blue-eyed devil and that all White men were devils.

Up until that announcement we, the Negro people were winning. We were not seeking to overthrow America, but to grow America. We had problems with some Whites, but respect for America and all White people was the order of the day for Negroes, but not for the Black man.

Then things began to fall apart. The age of the Black Muslims and Black Panthers were like watching your best friend die as these groups were born. I asked my father, “Why Cassius Clay was refusing to go into the army.” I also asked my father, “Why did Cassius Clay want to be called Muhammad Ali.” I did not like that name Muhammad, it seemed barbaric. My father never answered. In one of a very few rare moments, my father, a Christian and a Negro never answered.

Once when Floyd Patterson was fighting during the Friday Night  
Gillette Cavalcade of Sports, my father accidentally hit me with a left hook trying to imitate Floyd Patterson. With the advent of Muhammad Ali, for the first time in my life my father was not excited by a Negro boxer, who denounced both Negro and Christianity.

I knew something was wrong when my father stop watching Muhammad Ali, but I didn’t know how wrong things had gone, nor could I ever have imagined that one day two of the most famous names on the planet would be Muslims names, Osama and Obama.

A few weeks ago I asked Jesus if Muhammad Ali’s debilitating sickness is a curse or punishment for his support of Islam and abandonment of Christianity; Jesus never answered.

Many if not all of the Negro businesses are gone now. In Harlem,(now Atlah) the world’s most famous Black community, only 3% of the businesses are owned by African Americans, who were once The Black People, who were once Negroes. Pride in the Negro schools is now replaced with rap music and metal detectors. In one of Harlem’s most celebrated high schools, Frederick Douglass High, gang members and drug dealing are more visible than basketball. The Negro father, provider and nurturer,is as rare as Aqua Velva in most Negro homes today.

This absence of the Negro father, provider, and business man occurred shortly after the rise of Muhammad Ali and the acceptance of Islam; when the birth of The Black Man was the death of the Negro father. Indeed, the Negro father disappeared in the catastrophic polemic of changing the Negro from being Negro, to being Black. One day I looked up and the most famous men of my hue were no longer Negroes but Black men; Muhammad Ali, Malcolm X, and Elijah Muhammad. I still remember hearing the chants; the most well-known man on the planet is Muhammad Ali.

This social change was extremely difficult and brutal for Dr. Martin Luther King. The master of social change would not stop using the word Negro in his speeches; and many called him an Uncle Tom for not making the transition.

The Negro was gone and the Black man had arrived, “Houston, The Buzzard Has Landed.” The Christian allegiance was gone and the Muslim faith was a better fit for The New Black Man. It seemed only Negroes remained Christian in those days and The Black Man became Bolshevik and Muslim.
Now you need to know the word Negro and Black are one and the same in definition, except Negro has a Latin root and Black has an English root meaning, yet the preferred word Black, empowered a segment of our society with the opportunity to display their hatred for White Americans. Indeed, to speak the juggernaut differences between the two people. The social identity of Black was, we are in your face Whitey, we be Black, you be White.
When Smokin’ Joe Frazier knocked Muhammad Ali on his jack-ass, I thought to myself; #1. There is the classic battle between Christianity and Islam; and #2. The answer that my father never gave me came from the right hook of Joe Frazier, Jesus kicked Muhammad’s butt.

With even more death and destruction on the horizon; Paul Robeson, Josephine Baker, and James Baldwin all became Bolsheviks, Marxists, and Socialists; while Islam and Pan-Africanism swept the ghettos like a hotel maid.

Rapidly the Negro schools and colleges died, and young Black men, the sons of former Negroes began to rob and burglarize the Negro communities. The Negro school teacher and scout leader was replaced by Black drug dealers and pimps. The Negro family fell apart and Black prison population rose like a fourth of July firecracker rocket.

The Negro turned in his lunch bucket for a welfare check, all in the name of his new Black whore, The New Black Woman.

The White counterpart also turned to Marxism. They did not abandon their great schools, but rather took over the anti-Black pro-Negro media, and turned it into an anti-Negro pro-Black spring board.

The pro-Islamic Marxist media loved Muhammad Ali, for the billions he generated in ad revenues. When Smokin’ Joe won the title they hardly even acknowledged it. He was just a dumb Negro caught in an Uncle Tom nightmare. Sadly as Dr. King was challenging this new Black Bolsheviks/Socialist Movement, many accused him of being funded by the Communist. The celebrated leadership of The New Black Man scorned Dr. King and claimed he was holding the Black man down, and leading dumb Negroes to trust a White Jesus and let the blue-eyed devil White man slap both sides of his face.

Even more sadly is the liberal socialist media chose to support The New Black Man and began to marginalize and shut out the voices of the disciples of Booker T. Washington, Jesus, and my father.

Now, if you look very carefully you can see that we are reaping the bitter harvest of the influence of The New Black man, The Marxist/ Socialist, The Islamic and Liberal White ideas all spawn in the period of the death of the Negro.

Barack Hussein (The Long Legged Mack Daddy) Obama is the sum total product of this movement that got started a generation ago by both Blacks and Whites. This is their hour; they are in charge of government, business, education, religion, and media. Where will we go from here?

Posted By Andrew Luck
A Natural Born Person

Posted By Andrew Luck
A Natural Born Person

Posted By Andrew Luck
A Natural Born Person

How many commissions has Obama set up in 18 months? In my opinion, this new commission he will use to “break” his campaign promises on taxing those who make under $250,000, introduce the VAT (value added tax), and dramatic cuts in Medicare/Medicaid.

By Michael Master

www.saveamericanow.us.com

Many of us walked with and for Martin Luther King, Jr. in the 1960s.  He would be appalled about how his movement was stolen by "politically correct" politicians just to gain more votes for Democrats as they make minorities more dependent on government.   Martin Luther King was a conservative who believed in the Bill of Rights, states’ rights, and the rights of the individual.  He believed in making each person stronger, less dependent. 

Minorities have been exploited just to provide more power to politicians who cause more addiction to government  … not unlike drug pushers.  Addiction causes the destruction of the will of a person … any addiction … even addiction to government.    

Minorities need to rise up and throw off the chains of dependence on government. They should rise up and throw off the chains of dependence that make them slaves to government.  Minorities need a new civil rights movement to stop the Democrats from addicting more minorities to dependence on the nanny state.  

Minority individuals need to become "independent."  They need to become strong individuals.  And how can they do that if they support the Democrat party that is making them more dependent, more addicted, to government?

Democrat politicians have caused addiction and dependence that is destructive at helping minorities achieve individual Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness.  Democrat politicians have destroyed the individual by placing government as more important than individual initiative. 

 Minorities should issue a Declaration of "Independence" to the Democrat party:

When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve      the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the        powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of  Nature’s God entitle them, a descent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that            they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation . . . We hold these             truths to be self-evident:

        That all men are created equal; that they are endowed by their Creator with certain   unalienable rights; that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness;            that, to secure these rights, governments are instituted among men, deriving their just         powers from the consent of the governed; that whenever any form of government      becomes destructive of these ends, it is the right of the people to alter or to abolish it,  and to institute new government,

Michael Master is the author of “Save America Now!”    It can be ordered athttp://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1616235756

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