The Mark Of The Jew

[Douglas Mercer]

Douglas Mercer
December 11 2023

Just when you think that your estimation of humanity (and the propensity for a staggeringly large contingent of them to be head over heels besotted with the Jews) can’t get any lower the floor drops out. It happens every time. Not that long ago in these pages we learned that some American cowboys from the heartland abandoned everything when they heard the call of the Jew. When they heard the siren song of the Jew who was yet again for the millionth time in world epochal distress at the new Night Of Broken Glass (the now much too famous October 7 2023) they put on the boots with the Jewish symbol on the insteps, they put on the belt with the oversized belt buckle of the Star Of David, and they put on the ten gallon hats and went straightaway to their holy land—not their land, but their holy land where the Jews have set up stakes. They were doing to till the soil and toil in the vineyards of Israel so Israeli farmers could make Palestine nothing more than a rumor. No sooner were they at the airport than their “aw shucks ma’am” miens charmed the pants off all vile Jews (or at least that was what the sites said for public consumption, we assume that under their breath they were sniggering and snickering up their sleeves). The images of these raw-boned White Youth so eager and so happy to serve the state of Israel went viral and a whole lot of Yids took heart that they had so hornswoggled the White man that they just might survive this latest round of persecution, pogrom, Holocaust and Shoah.

“Eight weeks ago, as Israelis reeled from the pogrom launched at them from Gaza, a bloke I slightly know asked me why I had a large Star of David tattooed to the left side of my chest. We were standing in the gym showers at the time, so it was on full display. Are you Jewish? he asked. I’m not Jewish, and until very recently it had been years since I gave my tattoo any thought. But the question is a good one. Why do I have a Star of David over my heart, adorned with a series of dates, the most important being 1948, the year Israel was founded?”

And now just as we were satisfied that the depth of Jew love had met it depraved and degraded dead level bottom there goes the floor and we go spiraling uncontrollably down once more in a free fall. Cowboys in the Holy Land? As despicable as that is it’s small time and bush-league stuff; we now got a guy who’s taken the mark of the Jew, who has sullied his very body with the emblem of the Jew, who has tanned his hide with the Jewish insignia. For all intents and purposes he might as well had himself branded with it or wrap himself in the Israeli flag around the clock and sleep with it as a security blanket (he may actually be doing this though the article doesn’t specify). He is so delusional that he thinks his skin will be his uniform to show that he is a Jew worshiper and here he will stand—he can do no other! His skin is his uniform all right: White. But so insane is he that he thinks it will stand him up straight when the bearded ones come calling and on that hill he will proudly die. So round the bend crazy is he that he has no idea that when the time comes as surely it will the Jew will laugh uproariously at the symbol and see him as White. And when they slit his throat the cackles will rise to the Jews’ rank heaven and they will know for sure that they had created another useless idiot even as the blood pours from his body to drown him in his own blood---blood that he betrayed.

“Jeremy Corbyn is one of the reasons. In September 2015, Labor Party members saw fit to elect him as their leader. As my leader. That year he also invited members and advocates of Hamas to take tea with him in the Houses of Parliament. What do you discuss with Hamas? Over tea? In this same period, the Brighton branch of BDS decided to picket the Israeli-owned store EcoStream. As its name implies it’s a store devoted to recycling, clean living and kindness to the environment. Its factories and warehouses employ mostly Palestinian workers. Its entire sensibility could be described as progressive.”

This mindbendingly stupid bloke is unconcerned that Corbyn hates White people, that he hates that hate he says come from White people against the poor beleaguered coloreds, hates the settler colonialism that the says White people perpetrated. But none of that bothers our Jew marked friend. But when the blind squirrel catches the nut and the broken clock is right those proverbial twice a day and Corbyn evinces a dislike of Jews then that my friends is a bridge too far. The Jews! Those poor people and his leader has called them to the carpet and taken them to the woodshed and that will not do. And this paragraph situates our nefarious author as well. He is a bloke, a blue color bloke, a working-class common man from the former heart of England and one that has completely come unmoored from his people and their interests. And he has a tattoo to prove it in case anyone wants to check.

“Brighton is my adopted town so I joined a much smaller counter demonstration. And as I stood alongside elderly ladies and Jewish mums with their kids, I was struck by the genuine hatred directed at us. I’d felt it before on the football terraces. But there you give as good as you get. Here, it was entirely one-sided. On one icy afternoon, a woman in her twenties told a Holocaust survivor in her eighties to die of hypothermia. They both knew that the freezing Polish winters were one of the Nazis’ tools for killing Jews. A few weeks later EcoStream closed its Brighton doors for ever. BDS had won.”

Always with the Jews this guy—always with the Jews. He’s not troubled or worried about all the rapes and murders and knife attacks on White people by the Africans and Muslims in England, that is far from his heart and he would never get himself a White Pride symbol tattooed on his chest. Were he ever in grave and bodily danger the last thing he would want is to be identified with the White race, there he won’t stand and not only can he do the other he’ll never do anything except the other. He frets, fusses and fawns over Jews but the fact that a gang of gang raping Pakis raped tens of thousands of White girls is not at the top of his priority list. It certainly never inspired him to get a tattoo about it. But a people in a far off land, a people who have conspired against and intentionally are trying to exterminate his people---why they are the wonder of his world and the belle of his ball. And now that his damsel is in distress he’ll White Knight for them.

“So the following spring, while in southern Spain, I got my tattoo. It was not my first tat. But the previous ones had been meaningless, decorative tribal squiggles. This tat meant something. This was a tat both literally and figuratively close to my heart. On that same holiday I had visited a private glass museum. The Spanish aristocrat who owned the place explained that Spanish Jews had made the pieces. Then the Jews were expelled from Spain. Many moved to Venice, and this is why Venetian glass is as beautiful as Spanish glass, he continued. And then they were expelled from Venice.”

No fooling, they’ve been expelled from a lot of places all across space and all across time though you know he has not the first clue that they ever did anything to richly deserve it, deserved much more when the truth is told. And what good luck no sooner had he pledged his devotion to the Jews (his love of the Jews is his honor) in the form of an inscription on his epidermis than with holy serendipity he was given case and instance of just why what he had done was so important, why what he had done was an offer of his heart. After all it’s those persecutions, pogroms, Holocausts and Shoahs that have been the centerpiece of Jews wheedling and whining throughout the ages, the poor little us philosophy they have perfected to the letter. Never mind that the lot of them have either been vastly exaggerated, largely trumped up, or often outright fabricated and conjured out of thin air; this fellow subscribes wholeheartedly to the party line and swallows it hook, line, and sinking. And if you ever care to question him about it he’ll proudly display his tattoo to show you you are wrong.

“On and on the story went. A story of pogroms, senseless cruelties endless expulsions. Centuries-old tragedy told through shimmering pieces of rainbow-colored glass. That evening I thought of how as a tiny child I had watched The World At War with my grandfather, a decorated veteran of that struggle, and how the episode Genocide still haunted me. As do the many, many books I have since read about the Holocaust. And I was so glad that a few days earlier I’d had my tattoo done.”

Oh yes his great grandfather was one of those men who were duped by duplicity into doing their patriotic chore to wage war against the White race. And you can be sure he was damn proud of it; in the olden days the English had sailed and sallied forth to singe the king of Spain’s beard, but he and his cohort invaded Germany and tweaked Hitler’s nose; no matter that it was the Jews who were behind it all, who were behind the arras pulling the puppet strings (though the curtain in this case was rather sheer and anyone with two working eyes could see their hooked nose as plain as the nose on a Jew’s face); no matter that by defeating Hitler the armies of the Allies set back the once ineluctable progress of the White race for generations and possibly forever. No, no matter of that. Instead of having my god what have I done moment he sat his great grandchild down and filled his already jell-o like head with Genocide propaganda and thus made the ideological prefrontal lobotomy complete. Or it was really complete when he got that tattoo and now it’s there forever for all the world to see. He’ll wear it proudly but it’s a mark of the deepest shame imaginable. That show on the telly totally notwithstanding.

“We are learning details about fresh pogroms unleashed by the longest hatred. And the details being detailed are the worst, unrepeatable and thoroughly unimaginable. The gothic depravity of Hamas, its psychopathy, is so far out there it has entirely leapfrogged fiction. Like the Nazis before them, Hamas has made that exponential leap. Anyone would do and say anything to avoid that level of barbarity, and this is the final reason I have my tattoo. Should I ever find myself in a situation where I am scared out of my skin and feel tempted to lie about where my heart is, my skin cannot lie. My skin will not lie.”

It was on the website the Jewish Chronicle that this pile of garbage hit the public fan (November 30 2023) and you can be sure it was one of those feel-good articles for the Jews. As more and more people become wise to the Jews’ wicked ways these cretins and these articles about or by them will become worth their weight in gold for the International Criminal Tribe. With them they can still hark back to the halcyon good old days of the latter part of the Jewish century where their power was coming into its own and the “worst” of their persecutions were behind them. Why, there was a time when the Jew could almost slip off his shoes and let his hair down and hope (against hope!) that maybe the bad old days were past, maybe the goyim had finally accepted his subservient status or (much better) did not even recognize it. Perhaps, just perhaps, the Jew could now feel totally comfortable in his skin and walk freely about the White world in total triumph. The Jews were now as American as apple pie or as English as Shepherd Pie, they were home in the home they were destroying. But then a funny thing happened on the road to Jewish domination of the world, their power mad lust, their obnoxiousness, their ever-conspicuous greed, and their relentless subversion, always out of control, became ever more out of control, and people began to do what is always their death knell: notice. And though in many respects the Jews are so obtuse about social relations that you think they might really just have got off the boat or fell off the turnip truck, when the metaphorical smoke from the chimney becomes so intense even they can see which way the wind is blowing the ashes. And so they will take heart at the heartfelt testimony of the Ben Marshalls of the world, or the brain-dead cowboys, and think the world still loves them. It does not. The truth is it never did.

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[Jim Mathias]

It's well that a traitor brands himself with the symbol of our self-chosen enemies. Easy to identify later. If only the rest of the self-hating Whites would do the same!