Foreword: I think that the declaration 'Where do you stand and who do you stand with' rings true with this excellent essay on the madness of the self professed King of the anti-Jihad movement - The Lizard King Charles Johnston and his pack of blood thirsty ravenous hounds.
I personally have tasted this mans venom as he sits on his throne of American conservative thought, when it was aimed at me, one of your distant relatives from across the pond whose life is in real danger and dire need.
I do not speak about my plight for peoples sympathy, I speak about my plight because of the serious reality that I and my country faces in relation to Islam's Holy War that is unfolding in the midst of my homeland, amongst my fellow country folk and this self professed American King and his hunting dogs have tried to hang me infront of everyone, and for what, whose warped pleasure does it fulfill?
Whose purpose does it serve and who receives the glory or assassinating me in the public eye?
I thank God for Winter's Soldier, the American Vanguard who has taken back the reigns of American Conservative thought from the madness of the Lizard King.
May God bless you John jay - The man with the message for American Conservative thought.
The Lizard King destroyed me and my credibility in alot of peoples eyes, with writers and commentators now fearful for themselves when writing about me and my situation and others actually sacrificing me upon their own personal alters for their own survival in the public eye, all this because of the Lizard Kings war against his own people who are doing their best to fight the anti-Jihad that is now washing up upon our shores.
I even had a professor defaming me because of this 'madman' stating that Charles Johnson was an authority on this issue against me.
May each of you hang your heads down in shame!
This man forced good people to cower in fear because of the size, scope and damaging effect of his vicious army that goes out from his throne room across the internet far and wide spreading lies and accusation about people, seeking the public hanging and vilification of them in the public eye - The new form of 21st Century lynching discovered by the Lizard King Charles Johnston and his army.
Read this article and know that this is the way to move forward, enough damage has been done already, it is time to heal the wounds from the damage that has been caused already and rebuild bridges and break down barriers for the sake of the future where our children born and unborn reside - What would our children say if we did not?
Remember the future of our civilisation really is at stake now, this is not a game and this is not a joke.
'Where do you stand and who do you stand with'
(John jay's essay below)
The American Lizard Kings War on European Nationalists.
by John jay - Winter Soldier
from my perspective there seems little in charles johnson’s “little green footballs” to get excited about, usually, one way or another. the writing from johnson himself seems of little consequence, usually devoid of much content or intellectual fire, not very far sighted: it seems to me bland and rather pedestrian. serviceable, but bland and pedestrian is a fair verdict. johnson is not by any stretch of the imagination to be confused with caroline glick, or victor david hanson, or mark steyn, all of whom are wordsmiths distinguished by dynamic, vibrant, lucid, persuasive and powerful prose which finds its inspiration in the preservation of western society: it is hard to discern any similar fire in the big lizard’s belly.
the chief feature of little green footballs seems to be the legion of acolytes who submit endless comments on his sparse paragraphs trying with the utmost fervor to sit closest to the throne, aspiring to a quasi religious orthodoxy such as they divine from the meager flow of his pen. this spectacle, the chief entertainment value of the blog, reminds me very much of a very funny t.v. advertisement from several years past, showing a couple of cowboys herding cats: in this johnson exhibits his chief talent, guiding his acolytes toward and revealing by terse hints the orthodoxy he sometimes uses them to enforce, as they slide in a chaotic group over the landscape of his thought, much as that cat herd. there is a strict orthodoxy enforced there, that much is obvious from even a cursory view of the blog, but i will be hung if i can discern much of a coherent plan or world view in it. it just seems to be what charles johnson wants to enforce: the game for his acolytes, apparently, is to follow it without being too transparent about it.
in sum, i have never but glanced at little green footballs and never sought it out to learn anything of substance there, because, in my assessment, there is nothing of any originality or insight to be gained there. there are opinions which i may happen to share with greater or lesser degrees of conviction, but hardly anything which ever provides much by way of an exegesis or exploration of how those opinions came to be or how best to validate them in real world discourse. even in his most recognized triumphs, for which he does deserve credit, that being the exposure of rigged photos from al reuters and the outing of the fraud dan rather, there really wasn’t much that could be described as a triumph of intellect, merely the virtues of the good proof reader and copy editor on display.
so, to me, charles johnson is nothing more or less that a herder of acolyte cats, scratching and clawing one another for a show of favor from the font. i do not, therefore, go to little green footballs expecting to learn anything, and for this attitude i have never been disappointed. his writing fails to influence me because it fails to elucidate, explain or persuade: for a committed conservative, it serves little other purpose than to repeat and confirm perceptions perfectly obvious at least since the days i took my degree in political science. it is the intellectual equivalent of looking at the bread recipe one knows by heart.
the blog has seemed simply pedestrian, and, while its tendency towards predictable orthodoxy has done very little to excite my sensibilities it has done nothing much to offend them, either. it just wasn’t much worth paying attention to, in any particular.
that is, until recently.
lately, i am offended by the antics at little green footballs, and, as a result, i am declaring limited hostilities upon charles johnson, his acolyte crew of attack lizards, and a pernicious silliness which they insist upon trying to impose upon the rest of the conservative community much to the harm of our long term interests, as conservatives and as members of our great nation, as adherents to our civilization. when i was growing up, it was common to hear the expression, who needs enemies when you have friends like that, and i believe that may be said now of johnson and his followers: they are quite one and the same, sort of like the borg. as a matter of fact, the acolytes ought to rename themselves the borg, any semblance of their individual thought processes having been abandoned some time ago, from all indications.
my umbrage relates to the fight against the jihad and johnson’s hampering of the same upon the alter of doctrinal purity.
this is the part in the simpson’s where avery burns yells, to his little sycophant, you know, the little guy with the glasses, loose the hounds!! i just know that somewhere in the pack of little green lizards who live at johnson’s feet, there is a guy just like avery burns’ assistant, wearing a bow tie and crew cut, glancing adoringly up at charles johnson as he slips the attack dogs, …, oh, excuse me, lizards, from their collars. while another acolyte, who must look a lot like marty feldman in young frankenstein, sidles over to johnson and glances up with the same adoring expression and says, “who has such effrontery, master?” this is said with the appropriate lisp, of course.
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