Camelot
Playlist of Camelot
You could say that today's England is what the Anglo-Saxon invaders managed to claim in the west, and today's Finland is what the Swedish "crusaders" managed to convert in the east. England and Finland even seem to be mirror images of each other. Both the Finns and the Britons were easily subjugated, because they were not able to unite and make effective resistance against the invaders. So, Julie is a queen of the Britons' "Camelot", and Emma is her spoilt "hula-hula-princess". Who am I then? Am I "Oswald", one of the most unwelcome Saxon intruders who try to sneak in from the sea? But ain't I one of the natives who was taken away as a newborn baby from my mother by - Merlin?
Below from left to right: Oswald the Penguin (Batman Returns) mourns his deceased parents, famous mass-murderer is leaving the church after the Mass and gloomy-looking Thomas, the Catholic bishop of Finland, is ready to push the eastern front of his bishopric forwards on the Neva in 1240.
In the middle below is the frozen sea as seen from the balcony of my flat. A perfect place and the right season if you were a penguin. "Oswald the Penguin"--hadn't Uncle Walt entertained us with "Oswald the Lucky Rabbit" before "Mickey Mouse" came in?
"If that's your case, you didn't have a case."—JFK (D: Oliver Stone, 1991). This is what "RadioKirk", the moderator of English Wikipedia, wrote after deleting my comments from the article of Julie Andrews. Do I and James Stewart still alone see the rabbit-shaped shadow behind Lee Harvey Oswald? Well, it's quite easy to make anybody look like a lunatic: at first you play a dirty trick on somebody and then you just deny everything categorically. Why am I so upset anyway? Before Wikipedia people used to write down their homemade truths on the walls of public lavatories, and the cleaning lady as the editor-in-chief had the full power to decide what is true or what has to be washed out of the walls. What has changed?
When I proposed to Mervi in 1990, she replied with a question "why me?". Why her? She was a classy girl like one of Alfred Hitchcock's blondes. And oh boy, has everything been dizzy since then! When I was a young student, I worked as a maid in a mental hospital for few months. While I was cleaning toilets, a patient told me that I resemble the cover boy of Mad magazine. Damn, he was actually right. Let's hope that this resemblance won't discourage my very own skating little miss sunshine:
Maybe sometimes Mikko Kettu (Michael Fox) goes too far with his hypotheses. The truth is like the dead fox: when she was still alive and out there, the barking hounds were after her, but now when she is dead, nobody misses her - except her young. Are we basically bloodthirsty hunters who think that the Holy Grail is just a shooting trophy? Perkele, tarvitaanhan hernesoppaan hirvenlihaa!
An apple-tree, Marje, well and me. Der Apfel fellt nicht weit von Stamm - the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, but it can sometimes fall into the well. In your fourties you will need reading glasses, but in her twenties and thirties my foster mother had spectacles that she never wore except once below. Were those needless glasses in the cupboard supposed to make me less suspicious, for unlike my foster parents, I'm short-sighted likewise King Fri--Väinö was. I look rather sad. The reason for this sadness is quite embarrassing. We were about to return to Helsinki from Dalsbruk. I had been playing with my official father's collector's piece of submachine gun called Suomi-konepistooli - without any rounds naturally - and in vain I wanted to take this every boy's favourite toy with me to the city. The reason why I suddenly look so delighted is that my foster mother lied that they had packed the gun into the Volkswagen. It's so easy to fool a child, but if I was still that little sucker, the greatest shooting club ever would practise in the heart of Germany and the arms industry complex would dictate the terms of life in Eastern Europe even today.
We have talking domesticated ravens in Finland. Who needs parrots? Rara avis in terris nigroque simillima cygno.
Some people do it in the interest of money; some people do it for the sake of vanity; some people do it on principle; some people do it, because it is necessary for them to do it; I did it for--
Olive or twist? Some people hold an olive wreath, some people hold an Iron Cross, but whose chest is the most attention-grabbing?
The only reference to Finland in Julie Andrews' movies can be found in "Torn Curtain", where somebody's luggage was sent to Helsinki, Finland, by air cargo. Sir Alfred probably wanted to refer to a film called "Nackt unter Wölfen" (D: Frank Beyer, DDR 1963), where they smuggle a small boy from Auschwitz to Buchenwald inside a suitcase. Now you know that there is also a secret "concentration camp" next to the official "Disneyland". Some time in the future they might make these "experiments" with her children public. Then all her admirers will be as petrified as average Germans when the horrors of the camps were uncovered after the downfall of Nazi-Germany. This might never happen and I shall be dumped to the trash can of non-existence like all the victims of Big Brother's love in George Orwell's "1984". Today I'm only a "hoax" and "rumour" to her fans. The famous Jewish actress-singer Bette Midler was born on December, 1945; at the same time thousands of children were born in Eastern Germany because of the course of evil events that were the taboo in the communist East Germany in the same way like I am the taboo in Julie Andrews' present biographies. Yet there is no true love without justice and no true justice without truth. Below from the left to right you can see a bicycle thief in Berlin, 1945, Julie and Emma who are going on a picnic, and me when I was about nine and half years old.
Is your life any better than yesterday's serfs' position, when you have to pay off your mortgage during your whole active life? No wonder that there has been three great intolerant ideologies in the 20th century: communism, fascism and feminism. A communist wanted to get rid of the bankers, a fascist wanted to get rid of the Jewish bankers and a feminist wants to get rid of the male bankers. Communism and fascism were crushed, but the feminists removed her sons from Julie Andrews' life so that "the girls could have their fun", but also the boys need their mother. "Factum Non Fabula" is a parody of many things, but if you hadn't understood that certain things, like mother-child-relationship, are sacred to me, you must have missed something.
I can almost smell the rat in the cradle!
On the left below you can see me in 1992: I just wanted to cancel my life and crawl back to the hole I came from. On the right corner below you can see my smiling goose mother with her only official biological child, Emma Walton. I can see that they have the same hair stylist, but that doesn't fool me.
On the right below you can see Bette Midler. In the middle below you can see Julie Andrews again with her "one and only firstborn child". How comes it that Emma resembles Jewish Bette rather than "her mother"? Emma's nose and lips are quite "Semitic" rather than "Anglo-Saxon", as the caricatures on the left below demonstrate. This cannot be the result of some kind of confusion in the maternity hospital, for Emma was born a half decade before me. Do we have here a "Jud Süster"? Look also for Bette as a passenger on the ship bound for Hawaii: since Julie as "Jerusha" gives birth to boys on the beaches in the same movie, Bette might be there to teach Julie how to act a part of a pregnant woman, because "Emma's mother" didn't have any real experience for her first "duck" hadn't hatched out yet. As time went on, Julie's character gets married with a man called "Jack" ("Star!") - but this time a girl is born? - while Bette is just having an affair/fun with a sergeant [>>>] on the screen ("The Rose"). You might say that "so what, Jack is a common British (Scottish) surname!" But I tell you that "Jack" isn't Finnish name at all and as rear name in Finland as a Brazilian parrot would be in an English forest. Maybe once upon a time a drunk Scottish sailor was washed ashore in Finland after he had fallen off a ship - isn't this how Captain Grant used to lose his children! Anyway, they say that a good Jew wouldn't trade "mommie dearest", but all this "trading places" is absolutely so cynical that it makes me feel sick!
Join the Navy and see the "Scarlet Sails" (D: Alexander Ptushko, 1961). Some people miss something badly while other people like Bette Midler's Emma, who is flirting with Julie in the waves of Hawaii in the middle below, has the real thing. Has the hurricane mixed everything up?
Below top left you can see the maps of medieval England and Finland and the southern coastline of the land of Monte Cassino - or is it the northern borderline of Finland. If you compared the ancient and present borders of Finland, you would notice that Jerusalem is not the only lost place in the world missed by the exiles. Väinö Jack was born in Koivisto, the Plymouth of Finland, where he had lived as a common fisherman before his home area like the rest of Karelia was annexed by Soviet-Russia during the Second World War. In the middle of this strip cartoon mess you can also see Alice who swims with a mouse and the Hurricane victims in the pool of tears on the other side of mirror, the maps of ancient Egypt and modern Vietnam, Ned the Pinhead, Cleopatra's needle guarded by a sphinx, a couple of alternative headdresses and me reading a comic book. Nec pleno flumine cernit aquas.
Below you can see Miss Tommy's fake mirror image, the rats leaving Uncle Andrew Jackson's falling cabin and stills from the hate propaganda film called "Der Ewige Jude" (D: Fritz Hippler, 1940) with this narration: "Wherever rats appear they bring ruin, by destroying mankind's goods and foodstuffs. In this way, they (the rats) spread disease, plague, leprosy, typhoid fever, cholera, dysentery, and so on. They are cunning, cowardly, and cruel, and are found mostly in large packs. Among the animals, they represent the rudiment of an insidious and underground destruction - just like the Jews among human beings --
--Hair, beard, skull cap, and caftan make the Eastern Jew recognizable to all. If he appears without his trademarks, only the sharp-eyed can recognize his racial origins. It is an intrinsic trait of the Jew that he always tries to hide his origins when he is among non-Jews."
Everyone in the UK could in theory inherit the throne if all the more obvious candidates, who are one with the country in a mysterious way, died. Where would you stand in the line of succession in such an unhappy day? To help you work out your likely position, here are the current highest and lowest ranking contenders:
Top 12
1 Prince Charles
2 Prince William
3 Prince Harry
4 Prince Andrew
5 Princess Beatrice
6 Princess Eugenie
7 Prince Edward
8 Lady Louise Windsor
9 Princess Anne
10 Mr Peter Phillips
11 Miss Zara Phillips
12 Viscount Linley
Bottom 13
60 000 001 Mr Max Darling of Buckfastleigh
60 000 002 Mrs Julia Darling of Buckfastleigh
60 000 003 Miss Diana Darling, 20, of Buckfastleigh
60 000 004 Master Peter Darling, 19, of Buckfastleigh
60 000 005 Pete Brown (aka "Big Suzie" by night)
60 000 006 Master Michael Darling (age unknown) of Buckfastleigh
60 000 007 Master Darling (not yet named) of Buckfastleigh
60 000 008 Khalid Azzam (born abroad)
60 000 009 Philipp Robin Prinz & Landgraf von Hessen (born abroad)
60 000 010 Sarah Ferguson
60 000 011 Dom Fergus Dougherty (Catholic)
60 000 012 "Psycho" George (Her Majesty's Guest)
60 000 013 Mikko Jack (Buckfast Abbey's Guest)
On cats and rats
If 6 cats kill 6 rats in 6 minutes, how many will be needed to kill 100 rats in 50 minutes?
This is a good example of a phenomenon that often occurs in working problems in double proportion; the answer looks all right at first, but, when we come to test it, we find that, owing to peculiar circumstances in the case, the solution is either impossible or else indefinite, and needing further data. The 'peculiar circumstance' here is that fractional cats or rats are excluded from consideration, and in consequence of this the solution is, as we shall see, indefinite.
The solution, by the ordinary rules of Double Proportion, is as follows:
6 rats : 100 rats>>
>>6 cats : answer
50 min : 6 min>>
Therefore the answer is (100.6.6)/(50.6) = 12.
But when we come to trace the history of this sanguinary scene through all its horrid details, we find that at the end of 48 minutes 96 rats are dead, and that there remain 4 live rats and 2 minutes to kill them in: the question is, can this be done?
Now there are at least four different ways in which the original feat, of 6 cats killing 6 rats in 6 minutes, may be achieved. For the sake of clearness let us tabulate them:
In cases A and B it is clear that the 12 cats (who are assumed to come quite fresh from their 48 minutes of slaughter) can finish the affair in the required time; but, in case C, it can only be done by supposing that 2 cats could kill two-thirds of a rat in 2 minutes; and in case D, by supposing that a cat could kill one-third of a rat in two minutes. Neither supposition is warranted by the data; nor could the fractional rats (even if endowed with equal vitality) be fairly assigned to the different cats. For my part, if I were a cat in case D, and did not find my claws in good working order, I should certainly prefer to have my one-third-rat cut off from the tail end.
In cases C and D, then, it is clear that we must provide extra cat-power. In case C *less* than 2 extra cats would be of no use. If 2 were supplied, and if they began killing their 4 rats at the beginning of the time, they would finish them in 12 minutes, and have 36 minutes to spare, during which they might weep, like Alexander, because there were not 12 more rats to kill. In case D, one extra cat would suffice; it would kill its 4 rats in 24 minutes, and have 24 minutes to spare, during which it could have killed another 4. But in neither case could any use be made of the last 2 minutes, except to half-kill rats-a barbarity we need not take into consideration.
To sum up our results. If the 6 cats kill the 6 rats by method A or B, the answer is 12; if by method C, 14; if by method D, 13.
This, then, is an instance of a solution made `indefinite' by the circumstances of the case. If an instance of the `impossible' be desired, take the following: `If a cat can kill a rat in a minute, how many would be needed to kill it in the thousandth part of a second?' The `mathematical' answer, of course, is `60,000,' and no doubt less than this would `not' suffice; but would 60,000 suffice? I doubt it very much. I fancy that at least 50,000 of the cats would never even see the rat, or have any idea of what was going on.
Or take this: `If a cat can kill a rat in a minute, how long would it be killing 60,000 rats?' Ah, how long, indeed! My private opinion is that the rats would kill the cat.
Below something more from Lewis Carroll's scrap book: because Jews had been driven out of Graz in the 15th century and had not been allowed to return until 1856, nearly twenty years after Hitler's grandfather had been born, no Jewish playboy is to be blame that little Adolf, a bastard's son, later preached against intermarriage and led people to their death like sheep to the slaughter. But haven't countless Jews lived under false identity in various countries, where they haven't been tolerated?
Karol: The man who became a Pope (D: Giacomo Battiato, 2005). Emma, do you really know who is your maternal grandfather?
There is a remote possibility that Adolf Hitler's grandfather was Jewish, for his father, Alois, was registered as an illegitimate child with no father. Alois's mother worked in the home of a wealthy Jew and there is some chance a son in that household got the woman (i.e., Adolf's grandmother) pregnant. The others say that not the son but head of the house seduced the poor girl; somebody really tries to confuse all those who want to believe in this theory, but if any version of the rumour was true, unmarried mother probably transferred bitterness to her son who passed it to his son, little Adolf. That a housemaid had been screwed and then kicked out by a snobbish Jewish family, but the total revenge followed on the third generation, makes so much sense that people like Simon Wiesenthal tried to prove all this untrue: for them it's much more convenient to see Adolf Hitler as a fruit of insane and feeble-minded ancestors. Boy-Adolf had been spoilt by loving mother, but future dictator just hated and despised his half-Jewish bastard-father who wasted his life in insignificant work, and millions of ordinary families had to suffer for the sake of this Oedipus. I do respect caring Jewish parents, but just like children can be your future, bastards can be be your curse. Neither would you find any official evidence of half-Jewish woman named Anni Frankenberger or Hitler ever living in Finland, and yet my foster grandmother was very much real flesh and blood. Somebody said that revenge is a dish best served cold like in "Kind Hearts and Coronets" (D: Robert Hamer, 1949), but this is just "Too Hot To Handle" (D: Jack Conway, 1938)! It's not unusual to hear in today's Palestine that "our birthright has been stolen by the Jews". If Emma Walton, Julie Andrews' "one and only true child", was really Bette Midler's and Tony Walton's half-Jewish daughter - see them all three above in the middle - this would be an attempt to recreate Hitler's implacable hatred against the Jews in my soul. However, you shouldn't play with "relative values" and children's feelings; my philosophy of life is to keep my mind open and avoid unnecessary suffering - even when it is not mine. When you use familiar symbols and phrases, you are tolerated and even paid if you can sing their hymn in tune. But when you try to tell about your pain and disappointments, you will be banned by hypocrites as an act of violence and intolerance.
It's impossible to avoid all hysterical public misunderstandings and misquoting, and below you have one as a warning example:
"Mental state = Completely sane
Unlike this guy
I defy you to not feel well grounded after reading this unfortunates personal
mind world. He's the bastard forgotten son of Julie Andrews, Adolph Hitler and
European royalty - well ish..."
Usually you have mother and father as your parents, but I can count three persons in that "trinity" above. Am I too cryptic, or do I really fail to make it clear that:
OK, believe it, be an agnostic or prove that I'm wrong, but I do believe with all my heart that Julie Andrews is my actual mother. However--
--I only speculate about the question of possible father candidates: even Pentti Jack, my official father, could also be my actual father.
Since Pentti Jack as an alcoholic was only able to take care of his bum friends in bars, I was brought up by Marje Jack, who is therefore my foster mother. Marje's mother could be Adolf Hitler's secret daughter, but if you think that I claim to be the "illegitimate child of Julie Andrews and Adolf Hitler", you haven't either read any further than the headlines, or you don't know what's the difference between foster grandmother and Australian beer; in fact, most four-year-old children I know are smarter than that.
Caligula (D: Giancarlo Lui & Bob Guccione, 1979): ubi est actio hic? I have an idea for a new film (who wouldn't have): they could re-make "The Robe". Emma Walton and her husband could act the parts of Marcellus Gallio and Diana. Blake Edwards could naturally be old Emperor Tiberius. Tony Walton was born to be Demetrius. I could also act in this film as Simon Peter since my paternal grandfather was supposed to be a fisherman. However, I could accept the minor role of a Roman soldier in the final execution scene that happens in the archery yard, because I don't look Jewish enough to be Peter. Maybe we ought to re-make soap opera called "I, Claudius" instead, although "a pretty tail is not a proof". Then we would need a good cast for the family of Tiberius, Julia (Tiberius's second wife), Gaius, Lucius, Postumus and Agrippina (Julia's brats with other men--man). All this must be very confusing, almost like taking an intelligence test. However, if you have read my previous chapters carefully, you would already know that my maternal foster grandmother's official Finnish father's name was Väinö. This Väinö also had a son called Pentti beside two daughters, or a "beauteous offspring" actually begot by Führer himself as I believe. My official paternal grandfather's name was also Väinö and he also had an "only begotten son" called Pentti. Julius Caesar had adopted his sister's daughter's son who later became Emperor Augustus. So which of all Pentti Väinö's sons has adopted me, and who is my actual father? And how about the future madness then? Who could be young Caligula?
I don't know how to deliver anything like still occupied Tibet from evil. My own miserable ego would need a redeemer.
Monkey Business (D: Norman Z. McLeod, 1931): just like monks who come to choir stalls to say vespers every evening, cows return to their home stalls to be milked.
Just think what they had made me to believe when I was a child and still full of childish faith: my father is a hopeless drunkard who has made a lady very unhappy with their marriage. They also told that all my paternal ancestors are buried in the Karelian Isthmus that was lost in the last war. Suddenly it seemed to be a very tempting option to exist as a monk; at least then I wouldn't make any lady unhappy. Why wouldn't I relocate myself to the west like a one man's Polish nation? I had only learnt to know my own ignorance and arrogance, but I finally though that a good way to avoid my less glamorous and predestined destiny would be to become a humble monk of Buckfast Abbey and climb up Jacob's ladder to heaven from Devon.
2001 was a very different year to me; I didn't pay any income taxes nor wear trousers but a Benedictine tunic. Top left below you can see me as a novice in the monastic backyard back then. It's quite ironic that a fatally ill Vietnamese monk photographed me. Nevertheless, not even this went off as I had daydreamed, for I am a sober minded person (top right below I only pose for the camera), and therefore this Buddhist broken flower wasn't allowed to give any final vows and become a member of A-team in the monastery that is famous for the tonic wine, and they have tanks of it.
The Rule of Saint Benedict was written to give the sense of continuity and security to all former slaves of fallen Roman Empire who didn't know when to have their meals or what to do with their freedom. As a novice I was renamed after Maximilian Kolbe, a Polish priest, who was imprisoned by the Nazis in the Auschwitz death camp. There he offered his life for another prisoner and was condemned to slow death in a starvation bunker. On August 14, 1941, his impatient captors ended his life with a fatal injection.
Conspiracy (D: Frank Pierson, 2001)/The Song Of Bernadette (D: Henry King, 1943). The party is over. Who will wash-up? Since Julie A will continue to deny her children, I was really ready to do all the washing-up in the monastery for the rest of my natural life as some kind of "the son of Marje B", but that wasn't helpful enough to make rich man share his good fortune and I was kicked out. That final outcome wasn't really surprising. After all, I had joined the Roman Catholic Church in order to respect my true parents and turn my back on all lies about my origin like a good Confucian. When I was accepted to the Church, I even chose St Olaf of Norway as my patron saint, because his name originally means "a scion of a his family". However, I wasn't Brother Michael, John or Olaf but Maximilian and it can be pretty hard to be a novice and worship all those dead Jews. I'll always remember my foster mother's packages I was allowed to receive: so cheaply can a man be bought!
On the left corner below you can see Julie Andrews in "The Tamarind Seed" (D: Blake Edwards, 1974) as a British Home Office employee on vacation in Barbados - wasn't a shortsighted mulatto called John Michael Geoffrey Mannigham "Tom" Adams the leader of that island since 1976? Notice the title of the book in Julie's hands! "The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou" (D: Wes Anderson, 2004) is a more recent movie that tells about "Steve" who treats his illegitimate son like one of his countless fans: when father finally meets his "bastard" called "Ned", he wants to rename his long-lost son "Kingsley". Ned - neder - low - would you like to make a bet that how low can somebody go when children trade places? This is only one of the countless examples from the movies that may have the connection to my case as Julie Andrews' hidden secret son: there seems to be the platonic dialogue between my life and the shadows of the films. A man like "Steve" could always say that "son, your mother didn't tell anything to me before she disappeared". What would be her excuse? Would she say that "they told me that you were still-born when they took you away"? No, she must know that I'm somewhere here behind the wall of unyielding "moderators". The issue is not what I can prove but what they want to confess. Do they ever confess, or do they have any kind of conscience at all? Am I just an embarrassing mistake that will be swept under the carpet? Tom of Barbados--Tom of Finland is the well-known Finnish hard-core pornographic homosexual character. Is Blake Edwards my biological father and a homosexual as the rumour has it? Then it seems that some old sadistic faggots are allowed to abuse their own children by the Finnish Government!
Some of you might have recognized the sofa on which I sit in the middle above. Yes, above I'm sitting in my foster mother's living room, and on the left below I am standing on the carpet of same place: I was exceptionally allowed to leave the noviciate for few days and come to Finland to take part the funeral. An old monk of Buckfast Abbey told me that how lucky we modern novices are, because he had to wait for seven years before he again saw his family after entering the monastery, but I had my first leave after one year. Well, you could say that so far I haven't seen my mother for 37 years, and in the future as a helpless old woman she could find better nurses than me.
In the noviciate of Buckfast Abbey, we had a postulant from Norway for two months. Once he told to an Irish brother that Finland is not part of Scandinavia: then I had a revelation that Sweden and Norway are like Great Britain, but alone Finland is like Ireland next to Russian ocean and together with her Scandinavian neighbours something like the part of Nordic British Islands. Do I have to explain to the Irish what this means? On the left corner below you can see mayor of Cork, Terence Swiney, who went on hunger strike and died as a political prisoner in 1920. Nevertheless, because there isn't any ocean between Fenno-Scandia and Russia, Finland would probably be Russian wilderness without Swedish contribution to the Finnish culture. When the Finnish main defence line was broken by the Red Army in Cor...Carelian Isthmus during the Russo-Finnish War of 1939-40, a group of Swedish-speaking Finnish soldiers was trapped into a bunker in Summa. The Russians didn't do anything to help them out, and without hot meals they slowly froze to death. Below it's the Finns' turn to hold the ground in 1941, and they accept the surrender of Russian dugout-crew. Who said that "when there is no more hope, only patience is left"?
When I finally saw the light and realized that Julie Andrews was my natural mother between winter and spring of 1989, I wanted to finish this farce once and for all. Who wants to be a clown in the spotlight of the greatest propagandist show on Earth? It was time to live dangerously and attract different kind of attention. My plan was simple: as soon as warm summer weather allows of my final performance in the open air under the sunshine, I would go on public hunger strike by Aleksis Kivi's statue (see the statue below in the middle of the square) like some kind of modern stylite until manipulators will confess or I shall starve to death in front of everybody's eyes. Starving to death would be extremely painful and I wasn't convinced of my own courage. After all, I was bluffing; instead of hurting myself I drastically wanted to open a frustrating deadlock and force the anonymous conspirators to come forward. In fact, what a stupid plan it was! In a cold and cynical country like Finland such a suicidal clown's lonely protest would only lead to your arrest after which forced-feeding and medication will only multiply your sufferings. However, I told about my plans to several people, and Mr Heikki Eskelinen, the leading anti-Communist of Finland, was among them. I didn't carry out my plans, because the Chinese students were the first to protest in the Tiananmen Square and I didn't want to look like a lonely Chinese in the wrong square. All those poor young Chinese didn't seem to quite know what they exactly wanted around the Goddess of Democracy, and the tanks finally crushed " the political turmoil between spring and summer of 1989". Oh dear, there will be business as usual behind the Great Wall for the next 10 000 years, but the Berlin Wall was torn down in the autumn of 1989.
It seems that I have done my share since such a thing as the Soviet Empire no longer exist, and today's warlords of the Third World buy all those Mikhail Kalashnikovs toys that were never needed in the final conflict between the East and the West. Quite something? But who will buy the arrows of North Korea? Or will there be a nuclear war on a small scale after all? Wouldn't it be ironic if Julie Andrews was enjoying her retirement days in Hawaii until a North Korean nuclear missile hits the neighbourhood!
"The Globe reports that North Korean dictator Kim Jong-Il raises money by selling fake Viagra pills. What it is about this guy? None of his missiles seem to launch." --Jay Leno
"President Bush said today we should be patient with North Korea and use diplomacy and not rush into any kind of military actions. You know what that means? No oil over there." --Jay Leno
No oil, that must definitely be the secret of stability. The whole starving nation, divided families and missiles with possible nuclear warheads mean nothing compared to a former dictator on hunger strike, captured 19-year-old conscript and few pathetic Katyusha rockets when the oil wells are at stake. It is a pity that there isn't any oil under the lakes of Finland. Otherwise, they might not be able to scheme against their candidates like a State within the State in this cuckooland, because nobody wants to gamble away precious oil, but who cares about few trees!
Helsinki/Helsingfors
Hernesaari.
Russian Foxtrot-class submarine. Will be open for public in spring 1993. In
active service until sold to some Finnish businessmen, who are making a museum
of it. In full working order. According to one source, it will be turned into a
restaurant.
Juliett U484 - Submarine Museum
Sillilaituri,
Hietalahti/Sandviken,
Telephone: +358 0 6936 1070
Opening hours: Daily 10:00-21:00.
The mysterious Finnish businessman was Jari Komulainen, who was married to the one and only daughter of President of Finland, Mauno Koivisto. Mr Komulainen used his influence as Finland's first son-in-law to convince the Russian government to lease him a Foxtrot class submarine. They were occupied with this kind of operations in the early 1990s when even the lost Karelia was on offer.
The wharf of Sillilaituri is empty now (left below): Museum is closed and the submarine is not any more in dock. Intermedia Film Equities, Limited, chartered and towed her to Halifax, Nova Scotia, to become the set for the motion picture K-19: The Widowmaker (D: Kathryn Bigelow, 2002).
I know what it is to be a young man. You are the subject to the selection of attractive girlfriends, tempting educational institutions and enticing employers, and you have to pass all these "entrance examinations" or otherwise your life is cancelled. "Child actors and actress are wanted for the new Broadway show called 'The 120 Days of Sodom' by marquis de Sade; the audition will be next Tuesday." It would be much easier to end all this madness as some kind "selector" who makes his own independent choice as a final solution. It is a kind of Peter Pan complex when you don't want to grow up and accept serious commitments, because you cannot believe or trust in anything any more. As the Finnish saying goes: "We are not Swedes. We don't want to become Russians. Therefore, let's be--" Or not to be? However, I am already a middle-aged man and it should be clear by now that I don't seek my death willingly, although the fact that our lifespan is limited does comfort me. Neither do I seek any bitter revenge: I wouldn't hurt anybody! I have found healthy and sound balance in my everyday life. But what about my site then? I reveal my wounded soul to the whole world and some people (with guilty conscience?) seem to think that I hurt their white pride when I simply tell that I believe that I have been the victim of a gross deception. Maybe I just beg Julie Andrew's attention like a pathetic child who refuses to leave his cradle: all I need would be just few straight answers from Julie, but I guess that somebody has already invested a lot of time and money, and therefore they cannot close the factory just like that. I might as well send a letter to Santa Claus instead of Julie!
They have pulled the wool of half-truths over my eyes. Undoubtedly Tony Walton is Emma Walton's real father. But that Julie Andrews would be her mother is a pure lie. Maybe in the same way Pentti Jack is my biological father in spite of my paternal speculations from King Väinö's grandson to Grandpa Simpson. However, Marje Jack would be then my step mother but not real mother, although she and her mother brought me up while alcoholic Pentti could only have acted as a warning example and Julie was too busy mother of other people's less fortunate children. This is morally very confusing situation.
Sometimes they show yellow or black children who have been saved from misery through the channels of international adoption. Naturally there is also the other side of the story: Julie Andrews tells in The Sunday Telegraph Magazine (25 November 2001) that her and Blake Edwards's two adopted Vietnamese girls have had drug problems. However, I know from my own experience and other people's stories that at least white children think afterwards that it was wrong that they had been sent to overseas from their homes for various reasons like wars. Am I then some kind of White Nationalist? Experts can issue any kind of DNA-results they want and ordinary guys like me have no other choice but submit to their tyranny. But if these "experts" said that DNA-tests prove that Blake Edwards and Julie Andrews have two yellow daughters, everybody would see the truth. So, have I compensated the lack of knowledge with racial intuition? Am I just like a medieval doctor who concludes his patient's condition from the colour of stools?
Proud Blake: "Darling, you didn't answer. Are these yellow bastards mine?"
Medieval doctor: "These stools definitely float in the yellow liquid."
Famous 14 words are: "We must secure the existence of our people and a future for White children." This has nothing to do with hate. Aren't they only promoting sound and healthy family values? Am I then some kind of White Nationalist? Jack_boot, Editor and Stormfront Chief of Staff, explained that I am not welcome:
If you think to play King Lear's Fool, you flatter yourself. A clod with a bizarre angle is still only a clod.
-This comment is
straight from the Kabbalah.
I've considered the remote possibility that the Julie Andrews routine is
intended as some kind of device, a vehicle for commentary. I doubt it; but if
so, it is an utter failure and merely a bore.
-Auts, this chronic pain makes me paranoid; I need
aspirin!
You could try a new schtick, though I also doubt it would do any good, because
you have no talent for irony or analogy, or if you do, it is so obscure as to be
useless.
-Schtick? I don't understand: is it a Yiddish word שטיק? My story is a real mystery jigsaw puzzle and I don't hold all the relevant pieces yet.
On the other hand, if you do not or cannot drop the Julie Andrews routine we can only conclude that you must have bugs in your head. And that is reason enough to exclude you from our company.
-Drop mother? Never!
Not one more word of it, thank you.
"It sucks when the flock thinks it deserves to lead!" Master of Delete Button has spoken and he doesn't have to justify his decisions. Nevertheless, I have a question to jack_boot: are you somehow different from the other internet-alpha-male apes who jealously guard their territory and harem? One day you may noticed that you have stamped on too many faces with your boot and you are a very lonely White Nationalist Legend.
It's almost ironic that this kind of analogy brought me into to Stormfront.org: maybe "America first" means that you feed your own children before your neighbor's dog. We could endlessly argue about facts and definitions, but Oedipus complex is my positive driving force. Therefore, my positive vision was that Stormfront is the club of all white mothers' children. But any club isn't a family or the club might be for all mothers' children as well and there is always somebody who loves the dogs; isn't it so that not only the irregularities of definitions but also the spectrum of deeper motives is causing misunderstandings and conflicts? I don't know why jack_boot is so cynical: would I be more useful idiot if I raced funs for the good cause? This bring to my mind the old clichés of Gypsy beggars in a trailer park near you. When something fills you with disgust, you feel something that some people call racism. However this purely negative but human reaction makes you a racist only if you start to make generalizations based on disgust, and every generalization allows exceptions; this is the essence of hypocrisy.
So, who's white by John Law?
So in response to the question, "Who's White?" we answer: "Non-Jewish people of wholly European descent. No exceptions."
Therefore, how many white females are in these pictures?
What comprises "European?" Those areas north of the Mediterranean and west of the Urals corresponding roughly to what was formerly known as European Christendom.
Therefore, how many whites are in this picture? So, both Karelia & my mother have been sovietnamized in the name of the world revolution and I am so unhappy!
The early Jews of Hollywood developed the fantasy version of their own life. They created America where the families were strong. The escape from the persecutors had destroyed their own families. They pictured families as an indefatigable institution and had a respectful attitude towards motherhood in the movies. These same Jewish immigrants also appealed to young people who were another eternal group of outsiders.
I only seek understanding, and I understand that Julie Andrews is only the fake mirage of Hollywood, but what am I doing in the bizarre angle of a cold ditch? If I loved and got married to a non-white woman, I wouldn't send our children away. Neither would I want to live in an all-white state where everything else except for artificial insemination is a sex crime and children are taken away from their mothers and brought up in kindergarten-barracks. However, this kind of sad cuckoo's nest wouldn't be any happy white ghetto but Oceania where different races shake hands under wonderful Big Sis--Brother's face while "the boot is stamping on the last man's face". If I had been taken away from my mother in order to prove that all two Vietnamese girls need is a proper foster home to become integrated members of American society while I would have failed here in Finland due to my less favourable starting point, I'm at war with the hypocrisy. However, I'm doing quite well in my life in spite of my peaceful struggle against the dissimulation that is no more than a doomed attempt to tell my story behind the lies and half-truths. I tell this with all humility, because I am not an independent hermit who doesn't want to receive any favours. How are changeling-girls Joanna and Amy "Edwards-Andrews" getting along?
Somebody has said that only the end is remembered. So, how to end the memoirs of one attention-whore's son who has been seethed in the milk of his mother by the media-Jews? I don't have any ready answers. I'm still looking for the final truth. Without social interaction I am not able to weld my loose opinions and views into something that would be true and enduring, but this is a very long and frustrating process of conflicts and mistakes. Yet you move on after every misstep, but you can't know where you are unless you remember how you get there. My story is full of gaps that makes it seemingly look illogical. If S was B and B was C, S would be C. Simple and logical, but there is always someone who thinks that S couldn't be B and deletes the first statement: after this all those, who still intuitively think that S must be C, look like crazy. While we wait for Tim Burton to finish his next project called "Sweeney Todd" with Sacha "Borat" Baron Cohen, you can click the human skin below in order to see if the Great Patriotic War was "kosher". It is a link to a restored B-thread deleted by an unknown amateur moderator of Stormfront.org after hard daytime job and few drinks.
