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Posted October 21, 2014 by david garcia in Education
Tags: hitler
As we all say it and have said it oh so many times.....niggers are chimps
We can all agree that the niggers are not humans
and if you are observant as myself, we can even observe this niggers acting like wild animals, actually an animal has more education than this beasts, and I know I sound so racists, that ain't a bad thing, but a racist is a person that hates another person for their race...well, the key word here is "person", how can I be a racist if the niggers aren't people??? O.o
I hope you all read this, since its really interesting, and its not an article written by anyone, its a scientific one, but never the less, its so funny! hahaha hope you all read it, and share it!!
RKM -store-n77941

This is the type of BS that it has come to in Germany!!! I feel for all those good people who would appreciate such a kick ass cup. This is what those green tree hugging pieces of shit have pushed into the minds of the German youth. Not to mention that it is ACTUALLY against the law to sell these. I bought an old copy of Mein Kampf at a public flea market, it was actually hid under the table and you had to just know who to ask for those things of value. I have had so many fights by stating my mind that Hitler was a genius in bars over there. Well I guess that it was a win win situation, I stated the truth and also got to kick some ass to boot!!
Tags: Hitler, cups, media
Adolf Hitler, the Irish folk music fan

Published Thursday, January 28, 2010, 7:54 AMUpdated Monday, April 19, 2010, 4:26 PM

Adolf Hitler

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Newly released historical photographs reveal that famous Irish musician Sean Dempsey played for Adolf Hitler in 1936, and the Nazi dictator loved his music.

Dempsey, an uileann piper, was invited to play for Hitler and propaganda chief Joseph Goebbels during a visit to Berlin in 1936 after being told that Hitler was an Irish folk music fan.

When he arrived to play however, there was no room for him to sit, which he needed to do to play, and it looked like it would be canceled.

however, Hitler jumped up and demanded that an S.S. member get down on his hands and knees and that Dempsey sit astride him while he played.

Dempsey played what was described as a 'haunting air' as Hitler listened with rapt attention. After he performed, Hitler presented him with a gold fountain pen while Goebbels clapped wildly.

The bizarre scene was revealed for the first time in a new exhibition of Irish photographs from that era called 'Ceol na Cathra.' The exhibition opened in Dublin and was collected by legendary fiddle player Mick O’Connor.

Also in the exhibit are rare photographs from the early days of The Chieftains and Sean O'Riada, the father of modern Irish folk music
Tags: Adolf, Hitler
Posted January 26, 2011 by spanische

The following words were writen by a man ahead of his time. They apply today like they have been writen just yesterday for todays american or european working class families. The words in parenthesis had been added by me to the original text.

" Imagine, for instance,the following scene:

In a basement apartment (or a trailer park), consisting of two stuffy rooms, dwells a worker's family of seven. Among the five children there is a boy of, let us assume, three years. This is the age in which the first impressions are made on the consciousness of the child. Talented persons retain traces of memory fromthis period down to advance old age. The very narrowness and overcrowding of the room does not lead to favorable conditions. Quarreling and wrangling will very frequently arise as a result. IN THESE CIRCUSTANCES, PEOPLE DO NOT LIVE WITH ONE ANOTHER, THEY PRESS AGAINST ONE ANOTHER. Every argument, even the most trifling, which in an spacious apartment can be reconcilied by a mild segregation, thus solving itself, here leads to loathsome wrangling without end. Among the children, of course, this is still bearable; they alwys fight under such circustances, and among themselves they quickly and thoroughly forget about it. But if this battle is carried on between the parents themselves, and almost every day in formswhich for vulgarity often leave nothing to be desired, then, if only very gradually, the results of such visual instruction must ultimately become apparent in the children. The character the will inevitably assume if this mutal quarrel takes the form of brutal attacks of the father against the mother, of drunken beatings, is hard for anyone who does not know this milieu to imagine. At the age of six the pitable little boy suspects the existence of things which can inspire even and adult nothing but horror. Morally poisoned, physically undernourished, his poor little head full of lice, the young "citizen" goes of to public school. After a great struggle he may learn to read and write, but that is about all. His doign any homework is out of the question. On the contrary, the very mother and father, even in the presence of the children, talk about his teacher and school in terms which are not fit to be repeated, and are more inclined to curse the latter to their face than to take their little offspring across their knees and teach them some sense. All the other things that the little fello hears at home do n ot tend to increase his respect for his dear fellow men. Nothing good remains of humanity, no institution remains unassailed ; beginning with his teacher and up to the head of the gverment, wheter it is a question of religion or mrality as such, of the state or society, it is all the same, everything is reviled in the most obscene terms and dragged into the filth of the basest possible outlook. When at the age of fourteen the young mean is discharged from school, it is hard to decide wht is stronger in him: his incredible stupidity as far as any real knowledge and ability are concerned, or the corrosive insolence of his behavior, combined with an immorality, even atthis age, which would make your hair stand on end.

What position can this man - to whom even now hardly anything is holy, who, just as he encountered no greatness, conversely suspects and knows all the sordidness of life - occupy in the life into which he is now preparing to emerge?

The three-year-old chold has become a fifteen-year-old despiser of all authority. Thus far, aside from dirt and filth, this young man has seen nothing which inspired him to any higher enthusiasm.

But only now does he enter the real university of existence. Now he begins the same life which all along his childhood year he has seen his father living. He hangs around the street corners and bars, coming home God knows when: and for a changenow and then he beats the broken-down being which was once his mother, curses God and the world, and at length is convicted of some particular offense and sent to a house of correction.

There he receives his last polish.

And his dear bourgeois fellow men are utterly amazed at the lack of "national enthusiams" in this young "citizen".

Day by day, i the theather and in the movies, ( Television) in backstairs literature and the yellow press, they see the poison poured into the people by bucketfuls, and then they are amazed at the low "moral content" the "national indifference", of the mases of the people.

As though trashy films, yellow press, and such-like dung could furnish the foundation of a knowledge of the greatness of our fatherland! "



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