oozing of abscesses, but now that they are in power…do I find them paralyzed, having lost their enthusiasm? What a surprise! What a disappointment! In humor as in war, those who are in command ought to be the ones to suffer first of all! It’s quite elementary! poetic justice! The magnificent Louis XIV (and his entire court of dandies) understood this in all of its nuance and all of its severity! and they heeded it and gloried in it. Our Jews are poor sports, being much more petty, intolerant, and oversensitive… I am continually awaiting some truly substantial play, some truly epochal piece, from our Bernstein, Verneuil, Achard,¹ Passeur, Deval, Jouvet, Sacha and the rest…which will portray the Jews for us in their great task of penetration, conquest, and subjugation.  

This is the time to be objective! striking! “slice of life”!… Yet the subject isn’t being taken up! no one is doing anything with it! With or without euphemism! each according to his nature! his humor! his predilection! Of presenting us with the Jew, in an undissembling fashion, in the act of shaking our wheat…of making himself look good through our stupidities…of thoroughly insinuating himself into our chicks…of wiping his ass on our curtains, of giving us “let there be joy!” on our brochures for the next war… I’ll bet that you won’t be seeing him there! neither in film! nor in song! Is that tragic? Peripatetically extravagant? the Prince Affair, and a thousand others? Quite simply so! What super detective novels! Quite Jewish through-and-through, classic! Masonic! Decidedly of that famous Jewish humor…objectivism breaking with everything…analysis of the highest caliber…an ideological arabesque…prophetico-logically transposed…    

[228] None of these illuminating marvels does very much for the Aryan, all of this is true: for the Aryan…analysis of the Aryan…pulverization of the Aryan! never of the Jew! All of the Jewish films are replete with defamations of the Aryan, and flatteries always for the Jews. It’s a rule… Look at it from up close, dear cuckolds…as all of the Marxes, the Chaplins, the Cantors…etc.…, don’t give a damn about our poor allotment. If we are shown some little Jew in whatever role at the theater…in a film…at the music hall (all of the music halls are entirely Jewish) as a Jew, an ‘avowed Jew,’ then you can bet on receiving a solid punch! He will be presented to you in the form of an idealist, endlessly! touchingly illuminated! an even playful, spirited, quivering little neo-Jesus, dedicated body and soul to our redemption from our endless depravities, from our relapses into bloodlust, from our frenzies as incurable pithecanthropes, as inveterate massacrers. He offers himself up… Brute! we are cutting him to pieces!… Your ass! Shit-ball! Never will they show us what the Jew actually is: an implacable little piece of polluting racist cholera, tied by every fiber of his being to the Jewish incubus behind every evil incantation in every age in the entire Universe… And that is what makes me despondent. It is precisely that little Jew that you want to see on the screen. 

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In the movies (all of which are Jewish) all of the roles that are grotesque, criminal, and imbecilic are for us, and all of the good roles, of Glory, Subtlety, Humor, Goodness, Beauty, and Humanity, are for the Jews.  

Every little Jewkin, upon his birth, finds in his cradle all of the possibilities for a fine career as a movie director, a great actor, a Grand Rabbi, an enormous bastard, a big banker… Should some audacious non-Jew adventure into cinema, he will be forced to offer proof of his absolute servility…can genius arise through bowing and scraping? …if it so happens that he can make himself tolerated , and admitted amongst the Jews, it will be necessary for him to believe, ceaselessly and endlessly, in the Judaization which he is being forced to undergo, so strongly…so profoundly! in such a manner! that he opens himself up! …bends over and spreads his ass wide! …in order to

 

love them all at the same time!… But this will not be easy!… But these films will literally drip with Messianic “ideolloggy” and super-tendentious humor… And unless he offers a hundred thousand upon another hundred thousand proofs of his wholeheartedly viscous sluggishness, most irrefutable, he won’t be going to Hollywood! He won’t be allowed to crawl up to the apex of his career… He will never be able to meet Ben-Cameraman, the Supreme One in person! the “Living Jerusalem” of today! all of whose Revelations, Aryans, through the miracles of light, we all so adore…may he deign that we remain securely at his knees…to pray…to attend…as darlings most docile… Would that all receive a good reaming…let each one have his turn! let the whole world have a turn…for it’s the Host² of Hollywood… Jerusalem Ben-Yiddi! …while waiting put all your money into the collection plate… Would that Ben-Yiddi think of us!… For he is there for our own good! as he is God already! …would that he’d screw us clean to the heart!… We can only hope above all that there will be some need for our asses. Which are so empty…so sad… 

[230] In days of yore, certain noblemen maintained theaters in their châteaux. They would put on comedies, as a family: the audience, the actors, the playwrights, everyone was a family member. 

Today the theaters of Paris are still family theaters, they function according to the same principle, except that everyone involved is Jewish: actors, playwrights, audience, critics… They all belong (the Music Halls included) to the great Jewish family, most especially the plays themselves…or rather how they’re arranged, doctored, Judaized…tendentious…“silently implicit”…to the extent that they are Jewish all the same. In this we have returned to the family theater, those of a “certain social category,” the grand profiteers of the day, our Jewish masters… The success of the plays which are put on is entirely dependent upon Jewry, such success being maintained, sustained, and propagated by Jewry: jewelers, high fashion, banks, snobs, furriers, whoringdom…, etc…. If you were by chance to go into one of these theaters (whether avant-garde or rear-guard) you would find there, in those theaters, an odd sort of air…strange…ambivalent…, It’s you who’s strange…the foreigner!… The spectacles will never truly interest you… They scarcely concern you. They don’t speak your language… You will find yourself to be ill at ease… A certain snobbism…a certain extravagance…will discomfort you…a certain affected sweetness…will put you on your guard…a certain tendentious insistence… Sentimentalistic obscenity…a most certain atrociously bad taste…a certain rhythm will irritate you… The people speak in an oddly [231] specious, reticent manner…at one moment sermonizingly…and at another patronizingly… The actors comport themselves in an odd manner…like salesmen…they always have the air of trying to sell you something… One never knows quite what…love? …sentiments? to vaunt some piece of merchandise?… By the Heavens! You will be in a quandary!… In the Jewish “family theater”… You will be an intruder… And then there’s those “Peoples’ Theaters”! (even more Jewish if that were possible than the other theaters) despite all of their anathemas, their declamations, and their entrancements, do not escape from the general rule of the day: these “Theaters for Jewish families” are conceived, created, and subsidized for the forcedly virulent defense of Jewish global interests: exclusively! of the privileged Jewish families, and of the great global Jewish family (as opposed to ours).  

There isn’t anything “Sozial” in this entire venture, any more so than there’s butter at the bottom! impossible!

 

Strictly “Jewish and familial” are all of those theaters termed popular, or communist, as well as all of those terrible inescapable fiascoes, very easily foreseen, in Russia just like in France: Street Theaters, Art Theaters…the same tobacco! …meticulously! …the same obsession! the same mission! 

These family theaters can never truly be of interest except to Jewish families, our Negroidal potentates, that is to say those parasites, those whores and their johns, the Freemasons and other traitors… Just like those ever-so-idiosyncratic spectacles that Grimaud de la Reynière used to present in his château at Passy, which were of interest only to himself, his family, his clique, his whores, the other tax-farmers³ and other great parasites of the Estates, all of them infinitely pleasure-loving, extravagant satraps who were inevitably like-minded concerning the essential questions and ways of amusement. 

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The Earth is the Paradise of the Jews. They are everything. Everything is permitted to them. 

So long as we are in the Fine Arts, let us not quit this chapter without saying a little something about the Poly-Jewish-Masonic Exposition of ’37.⁴ I have termed it correctly enough insofar as all of the important commissions have been equally divided, fifty-fifty, between the Jews and the Freemasons. The one-hundred-percent native, from the last war and from the next, gets some nails for his ass, in order to fortify it, plus the right to drop his coin into the turnstile. We’ve been told that, what a pity, this exposition is going to close down, but the memory is going to remain, the memory of the official seizure of ultimate power by the Kikes over all of France and the French, temporally and spiritually, from the Commission on Steelworks to Public Education, from the least little bazaar, to the schmaltziest “regional specialties” store. The whole thing has been Hymiefied unto perfection, even more so by the architects with their fine Sovietesque pavilion, than by the entire School of Fine Arts…and by those Commie Trade Union⁵ words-of-the-day. All of those good things, well-understood, going under the aegis of “Enfranchisement,” of Peace, and still more Peace, of Sozial Progress, and then of “Transparency”…of “Enlightenment”…of “Candor”…of “Justice”…of “Humanity”…of “Discoveries”…unto the limits of Kikery…of Messianic Djiboukerie… I know full well that it was all cooked-up in advance, and that all that the Jews had to do in France in order to seize power was to humble themselves a little… Humble themselves? …what am I saying? …let me correct myself a little!… Our Aryan bourgeois, ass-in-the-dirt and whining, are a thousand times more reprehensible than even the most fetid Kike…much more crawling, [233] weak-kneed, dissembling, materialistic, immobilized, rancidly greedy, anti-artistic, anti-lyrical, songless, perfectly yellowed louts. In truth the most revolting mass of larvae that can be crammed together into the crevices of a most spongiform social dungheap. An extraordinarily abject blob of anarchistic, unhinged, depraved peasants, debauched unto their spittle, gluttons with rotted guts, frantic with shortsighted circumspections, delirious from dirty dealings, treason and the shits… Ultimately a rotten bouquet of decadence in the form of winy diddle-shit. I can therefor imagine nothing worse than an Administrative Council composed of Christians, a sort of “cathedral construction committee” which would almost always be painstakingly Judaized. The Jews as is their solid rule can still put on a show for us, to be funny, to procure some good times for us with their racist chortling, their ceaseless merry-go-round of martyrs, their nattering, their astounding episodes, their paranoiac doings, their long waiting-lines moving ever forward, forever getting stuck and stuck again in the doorjambs, getting crushed and then recuperating in a thousand-and-one trances and contortions. It’s a perpetual clown show, an entire practical joke of djibouks, a carousel of voracious cuckoos—it’s enough to make you laugh. You might find them

 

entertaining. Meanwhile our native-born bourgeois are quite frankly not worth looking at…dissolved in boredom, in their “cemetery-style” living rooms, their familial Waiting Rooms. They don’t speak except in order to lie. They would sell Heaven and Earth and all of the innocent in-between, in order to obtain one nugget, or to retain one coupon. Woven together one with another they make up the doormat to the “Lodges.” It is upon their backs that the Jews are skipping and dancing. They would sell all of their racial brethren for much less than thirty pieces of silver. Judas Dupont is considerably worse than the other Judas. 

[234] I am going to permit myself one more little remark concerning that ’37 Exposition. It’s odd that the Jews, always such “prognosticators,” or better yet such “oracles,” would be like that, for once, completely confused, and all beaten-out…for them not to be better able to foresee the Future, that grandiose and inevitable Phenomenon of the great Jewish Empire. It’s a completely insipid, ridiculous, “comb-over and toupee” of an Exhibition, for the contemporary epoch. It’s petty, it’s superannuated, set up as though it were still 1900. It’s incapable of inspiring anybody. The herd has already seen it all in awe-inspiring films, or heard it all in jabber over the radio. It would have been okay in the time of Félix Faure,⁶ “Upon Descending from the Autobus,” but by now it has become a dull show, strangely cruddy, more appropriate for the county fair of a rural county. Nowadays the people have become blasé. They’re always expecting more the next time around. It’s necessary to crush them with anxiety, hang them by their heels, give them a whiff of Death, and make them show the whites of their eyes, before they begin to be entertained… It’s all over, it has been surpassed, science has become too much of a bluff of the sort of P. T. Barnum, it’s all fixed, it’s no longer capable of covering the casts all by itself. But do it up with a little sensationalism! throwing everything wholeheartedly into the music, and making everything truly to the measure and the scale of our time, in exhibiting  those enormous projects, gigantomaniacal…of truly mammoth, Pharaonic labors, of titanic enterprises…to make the urchins gasp…to make wag the tongues of schoolboys from the four hemispheres…at the genre of the super-Pyramids…of the multiple canals [235] of the White Sea⁷…the leveling of the High Alps…the filling-in of the Channel⁸…and finally some things quite monstrous…just to show off a little… No outlines or architectural shambles…no! no! Some real marvels now in Fashion…in the super-arrogant plan. Super-enterprises the likes of which could very easily employ millions and millions of slaves over the course of years, nay of several decades!… Therein lies the decisive criterion… But what is the rhyme or reason, I ask you, to all of that grotesquely piss-poor jumble of dull, crumbly, drafty! shacks?… to all of that infinitely shabby, crumbling, pretentious agglomerations of false splendors?… What sort of confidence could be inspired? what sort of veneration? by such a miserable mass of plaster rummage! But as we’ll see, it’s all a burlesque!… It’s not by means of these that the slave will be constrained to throw himself on his knees, in complete self-abnegation… But no!… But no! The slave, as you will observe him on those exhibition floors, fortifies himself with sarcasm, deprecatory banter, and snide asides… The Exhibition becomes something no longer to be taken seriously!… But this is not at all the objective, the essential role of such a palace of marvels, of super-overwhelming attractions! A truly calamitous failure, in each and every tableau! How is it that the Jews, they who have wandered back-and-forth across the world, and who have never ceased to travel, didn’t come immediately to understand that their new Trocadéro⁹ would be even more slightly shabby, even more ridiculous than the last one… Demolition is too good for it! Just take a look at those two pathetic “pieces”¹⁰ that they have set up, don’t they bespeak of two very mediocre “Savings and Loans” of a minor suburb of New York?… Insofar as we are supposed to be exposed to the material, didn’t they, the Jews, perceive that the majority of all of these kiosks, these rickety pavilions, which they have kept going throughout the entire month, would amount to nothing more than decent little outhouses, without distinction, in no matter which Chicago? Since it’s the Eiffel Tower that is always the anchor, it can well be said that Citroen¹¹ through his trumpery did even better!¹² He obtained some results from it…really incendiary…absolutely, truly superb…some that are actually worth a damn…there’s nothing comparable!… As for the fireworks…Nogent-le-Routrou¹³ makes them pale by comparison! To be blown apart properly one has to be in the countryside!… In sum, let us recapitulate, our fantastical khedives of the Popular Front have succeeded in only one thing, which is to have produced for us the most awful, the most insipid, the most costly fair that the public will ever see… Yes, it’s quite a dissembly without justification, an absurd diverticulation… So long as we are speaking of [236] machinery, their Palace of Discovery doesn’t amount to a tenth part of the former Gallery of the Machines: It’s a gas can with a hole in it. The whole thing, I must admit, must have cost billions of francs,

a fact which is not lost on anyone. But the people have been had, it hasn’t been worth the wear on their shoes, apart from that well-understood asparagus,¹⁴ that super-kazoo of the Kikes, Blum’s Boner, which has been overshadowing the Trocadéro, and which is the only, truly memorable thing. All the same this is not enough to hypnotize the foreigner… He has to be taken in differently, in another manner entirely. Far be it for me to give advice! yet if it has ultimately been left to me, I would have centered my campaign around some sort of gigantomaniacal project. For example, the tripling in size of the Seine from Paris to the sea, in width as well as in depth… Such a proposal really exists! It’s one of those things which is actually doable! Make the Seine an extension of the sea! Enough of those “backwaters”…those culverts at the ends of sewers, those splicings of “collection basins”… Sacré nom de Dieu, let them be done away with! once and for all! They’re horrible, all of those little canaliculi full of the oozings from drainpipes, those massive stagnant depositories, those pestilential decantings of all of the butt-juice from twenty provinces… Your sailboats no longer sail, but crawl across viscous shit… To the sea with it! The Seine rendered maritime would already be very handsome, but that would not be enough!… No! No! No. I would first of all decree the necessity of augmenting traffic in the direction of the sea, in a manner most monstrous! leviathan! I would decree the construction of the very finest superhighway in the entire world, and one of immense size at that, fifty meters wide, four lanes, in the direction of Rouen and the Channel. Can’t you see it?… Now there’s something that they ought to think about! All of this would cost just a little bit more than that entire crumbling bazaar, that entire calamitous jumble of bistros and “I-know-everything-ism.” And there would be twenty more additional highways that I would toss out towards the beaches, towards the cliff-sides, towards the fresh air, past the point of Rouen… I would open up a fan, the likes of which one has never seen, in the countryside… That’s the only thing that’s needed between Le Havre and Le Tréport! a fan of immediate access towards happiness, towards the lungs, towards the fresh breeze, towards the corpuscles, towards the sea!… For the common bus route from Paris to La Bleue: twenty francs for the round trip… Such are the project and the results that would be brought into existence. There would be no more djiboukeries in this… Here you’d have the sound, the depth, the color, and the duration, of real progress! without palaces, without roofs, without bell-towers! Paris, so long as we are at it, is a city that can no longer be reconstructed, [237] nor even managed any longer, in any fashion whatever. The time for patch repairs, for tinkering, for mildly deprecatory asides, and for sharpening things up a bit, is long gone… It’s a city that has already lived its entire life, and that has now become harmful, even deadly for those who inhabit it. The best that could happen would be for it to be left to vegetate in permanent retirement as a sort of “tactile” museum, with turnstiles if desired, a permanent exhibition of past events, just like Bruges, Florence, or Aigues Mortes… It must be completely dismembered, leaving to it only the dead parts, all of the rot suitable to it. For humans it’s another thing entirely, they cannot live within a cadaver… Paris that pretty stagnant city, gently dying between the noble Place des Vosges and the Carnavalet Museum… Perfect. Death agony is a spectacle which many people find interesting. Fetid old skag which is breaking-up while murmuring the great things of History… The only acceptable suburb for a city of four million inhabitants is the sea. A sea sufficiently powerful, sufficiently generous so as to cleanse daily that hellish agglomeration, that frightful mass of

 

organic rottennesses, inhalants, exhalants, scatologics, fermentations, enfebrilants and pathogens. The most unhealthful city in the world, the most boxed-in, the most overbuilt, infested, landlocked, and irremediable, such is Paris!¹⁵ under its yoke of hillsides. A dead-end segment of a sewer, simmering with cadavers, with millions of latrines, with torrents of burning oil and petroleum, a consummate achievement of rottenness, a preconceived, maintained, and enthusiastic physiological catastrophe. Beginning in May, the population, is plunged, held, and tied-down under a prodigious dome of gas, literally suffocating, strangled by the emanations, the upwardly-curling fumes of a thousand factories, of a hundred thousand vehicles in traffic…sulfurous emissions, the stagnation of millions of outhouses, absolutely corroding, eating-away, putrefying unto their very last hemoblasts, by the most insidious, the most pernicious airborne filth… With zero ventilation, Paris is an escape pipe without an escape. Fogs, clouds from all of these carburations, all of these oils, all of these rottennesses, unto the second deck of the Eiffel Tower. An asphyxiating tank, at the bottom of which we crawl about and expire… Vaporous rottenness of such density as to be impenetrable to all direct solar radiation. At night, even the famous “Ouessant” Lighthouse with its five hundred million candles is but a laughable cigarette, against that curtain of stagnant, perfectly opaque Parisian rottenness. No sort of light is able to penetrate, or to disperse that fog. [238] A prodigious rottenness, superheated, and infinitely enriched, during all the months of summer, by so many other perpetual makers of filth, organic secretions, chemical residues, electrified, from millions of contemptible carburations, all of which proceed directly into our bronchial tubes and then into the treasure-house of our blood. To the good health of the City of Lights! A gaseous wastebin for imbecilic tortures!… Health! Humans only drag themselves about in Paris. They are no longer living, not really!… They always fall short in their normal human count of corpuscles, having three to five billion instead of seven. They exist only in decline, as disturbed ghosts. In order to get them to hop to it, they have to be doped up! They are aroused only by alcohol. Observe the faces of these death-agonics… It’s horrible to look at… They always seem to want to put an end to it all through suicide… 

A capital so far from the sea is but a foul tank of asphyxiation, a Père Lachaise¹⁶ in convulsion. It’s not “Urbanity” that we need!… It’s rather the complete end of Urbanity. The ring of suburbs must not be set up, but must rather crumble away, and dissolve. The ring of suburbs is the infectious muffler, which maintains, and preserves all of the rottenness of the city.  The whole city, the whole world to the sea! …down those arteries through the countryside, in order to make your blood whole, and to discharge into nature, into the wind and the spray, all of the guano, all of the unworthiness of the city. Relieve all of those crevasses, those streets, those pustules, those seeping glands of all of their pus, their buildings, and cure humanity of its foul vice: the city… 

As for our major industries, those immense empoisoners, forever complaining about the Seine and transportation needs, they can be easily satisfied, to their hearts’ desire…relocate them immediately in every direction along the superhighways, along all of that immense rural route. They would be relocated by category, according to the location. They would have tens of thousands of verdant open spaces in which to release their putrefactions… This will thoroughly dissolve the poisons, these tens of thousands of kilometers of atmosphere, while the greenery will thoroughly absorb the carbons… Root the asphyxiated masses, the “damned of winy visage,” out of their asphalt, pull them out of their bistros, and relocate them along with their schools and their cows into the prairies, so that they might all the better be able to reflect, to see whether they might be a little less stupid, and the women a little less hysterical, once the are less empoisoned…  

 

However great the distances, when it comes to the needs of work or school, there is no question. The people must be served by the transportation services… The greater [239] the distance, the more valuable they are… “Transportation services” exist in order to provide transportation… Constricted by its suburban belt, Paris still does things the same way it did when it was ancient Lutetia, during the time of Julius Caesar. For transportation this fellow used horses which were harnessed together like dogs, with the same sort of collar, which held them down to a trot, and was not practical. It would take less time to go from Paris to Rouen by superhighway, than it takes nowadays to go from the Porte Montrouge to the Place Clichy… This is what should have been shown to the foreigners! so insatiable and frenzied for sensationalism! an entire European capital ever on the move, packing its bags, and in the process of moving to the beaches, with its entire population… 

They will not have come for nothing, these “so much per head” tourists… They will have something to talk about, and to elicit reflection during those long winter evenings. It’s not difficult to comprehend the fact that Paris is no longer inhabitable. Just take a look at the rich people, they hardly ever live here any more. Whenever they spend two months out of the year in Paris, they become completely frazzled!… Paris is lacking in everything, as these fat-asses well know, that allows man to live a somewhat bearable, not too depressing a life: clear water, fresh air, lungs, flowers, open spaces, gardens, red corpuscles, and quiet… All of this has been stolen from the masses, on the sly. It’s the very vilest scheme, the most disgusting swindle that has ever been committed by a sinister administration consisting of rapacious, sold-out assassins, in the full knowledge of what they’re doing. 

The Exhibition represents the acme, for it could not have been made more ignoble, than that overripe muck pond charged with the residues of every form of chintzy merchandising, every species of alcohol and every odor in the universe…a thoroughgoing sewer. Everything having to do with Jewish hysteria, expressing itself in grease, in loudspeakers and puppets, in bistros and sausages, such is the bouquet of our city, its real heart… 

It is not necessary to urbanize further, but rather it is necessary to crush, break up, and dissolve the cities! and Paris…for the sake of example, first of all! 

Scatter this Paris, and take it, Tom Thumb, unto the edge of the waves. It always gives me such enormous shits, whenever I hear some dungheap of a writer, a doped-up journalist, singing out the Credo amidst a crisis of dithyrambic effects, intoning one more time the Hosanna unto that marvelous city (that wretched and marvelous city). He can only be one of those guano-encrusted types, just fallen off of his “potato truck,” his ass still thoroughly bedded-down in the cowsheds of his native Podunk, to be singing out with such enthusiasm… “When I trod, in my twenties,¹⁷ that magical [240] pavement…the Boulevard Saint-Michel! I seemed to have been given wings!…” Such birdbrained blatherings!… Finely inseminated with a false colic! Perhaps if you had spent some of your childhood in the Passage Choiseul, beneath those calorific windows, if you had been somewhat familiar with those evenings filled with the tortures of the steam room, in that bakehouse with sulfurous gas, you would not be speaking of such nothings… You would perhaps be less ardent…less impassioned, much less of a “bard” concerning Parisian delights…concerning the hidden allures of the incomparable capital! It’s always on account of some banal reason…all of those disgusting Credos…those urbane fawnings…for all of those imbecilic gibberings: done blindly! rusticity is everything! All of this is the adulatory hum of those overwhelmed “out of their province”… It’s not so extremely important when these young hobbledehoys put out such garbage, they don’t have much of a voice in this chapter. But where the error is deplorable, is when the big Jews are likewise wrongheaded. It is they who will have to think of cracking Paris open, and taking us out into the fresh air…amidst much fanfare… Herein lies their terrible omission!

 

overwhelming!… Sozial! Sozial! …it’s easily said. But “Sozial” above and beyond everything else, is a question of air and corpuscles! 

It is necessary to maintain the herd, so that they will not arrive at the war in soft shape. The Jews do not much like the Channel, so much is understood…the climate does not suit them…the Riviera is more their speed, Senegal is just as good. Never above the Vaucluse! But it is necessary that they be content, Paris is the capital, and one cannot send it to the Devil! 

[241]

“It is necessary to strangle the best of the Christians, for he who spills
the blood of the profane offers an agreeable sacrifice unto God.”
– The Talmud. 

When Lord Samuel, the Jewish English Viscount, head of the Liberal Party,¹⁸ tells us straight-out: 

“France is the primary power interested in the Mediterranean,” we understand perfectly well what His Grace is trying to say: “All Frenchies to their fanions! All men who aren’t dead,¹⁹ on deck!” It remains only to be understood, once and for all. M. Léon Blum, implacable racist, and most sanguinary pacifist, is thinking only of our deaths, and doesn’t try to hide it. He very significantly clarifies the words of His Grace Samuel. He dots the ‘i’s for us. In a style which is moreover very Semitic, full of ramifications, completely recondite, and completely negrified, that is to say precious, reticent, inhibited, unctuous, overly-Duhamelized,²⁰ syrupy, embuggered, a veritable scrap of Harach-loucoum, that which the French high school homos, likewise negrified, call Good Style. Ah! how he writes so well, our Bloum! How intelligent he is! Ah! the Orient! With a big fat wiener most Proustian²¹ to wish for! most Kikeish!… All the better to toast within with your dirty hopeless tender buns! This is what the Bloum uttered: “International commitments are defied or stalemated if the powers which subscribe to them are not resolved to go to the bitter end. And of course, to go to the bitter end is to accept the risk of going to war. It is necessary to accept the possibility of war in order to preserve the peace.”  

What can one say about these two brigands, these two associated Jewish surgeons, M. Samuel and M. Blaoum, who are in cahoots, to push the patient into the operating room…in order get him, through persuasion, to allow himself to be opened-up… 

[242] An amusing little detail, have you any idea as to the tempo of the Jewish invasion of Paris?…  

Before 1789……........500 Jews

In 1800……...….4,000   ''

In 1830……..…10,000   ''

In 1848……..…18,000   ''

In 1870……......30,000   ''

In 1914….….…90,000   ''

In 1936……....400,000   '' 

 

In another illustrative aside, let us note that under Philip Augustus, the Jews owned half of Paris and were driven away by the people themselves,²² so well did the Jews know how to render themselves odious through their exactions, through their practice of usury. They were banned anew under Philip the Fair,²³ Charles VI,²⁴ Louis XII, and Louis XIV. Finally Louis XVI, weaker than his predecessors, paid with his head for the other kings’ resistance to the Jews. There is no more of democracy, no more of the liberation of peoples in this history, in all of its fetid aspects, than there is with the cultivated trout of Bas-Meudon… 

Do you know, and this is rather piquant, how our great patriot Poincaré²⁵ (married to a Jewess) replied to representatives of a very important financial corporation, who had come to solicit his advice and assistance, for an eventual prosecution of the Rothschilds?… 

“My good Sirs! don’t even think of it!… The first time I was Minister of Finance, I could have been recalled at any instant…a single word from Baron Rothschild would have sufficed…” 

Tardieu,²⁶ our great neo-Puritan, certainly partakes of this advice… Pardieu! how he’s fixated! Think of it! Never does he speak to us, any longer, about the Jews!… He who shows himself as being mad enough to want to knock over the Jewish banks can say good-bye forever to Power, to all forms of Power! Even to made-up forms of power, with “fascistic oppositionists” having even more reason!… Feints! Diversions! morphine!… There is only one serious ultimate issue in all [243] of politics: the Jewish globalist conspiracy, all the rest being nothing but babblings, lollipops, dronings, and confetti! 

In spite of appearances, and the ostentations of History, the French have never had a national sense. They have fought in numerous wars, very long and very bloody, amongst themselves and against foreigners, but almost never in their own interests, always for the benefit of some foreign clique. Successively a Roman and then an Italian colony, during the centuries…to the Spanish, to the English, to the Germans, and at present a colony of the Jews, France is in reality given-over to the most crafty, the most brazen team of gangsters of the moment, who bend her, bluff her, and bleed her... 

France is a feminine country, always ready to play the slut. Listen to the women at Victor, how they jabber into empty space along the curbsides, out of all of the doggy little enclaves, nattering their petty litanies of bullshit, enough to make a guy curl-up and die…stupidly mean madwomen…they are the “real Frances”… Like the women at Victor,²⁷ France also descends lower and lower each year in the priorities of the pimps and in the priorities of the gossip, as do all whores. Within this environment, take a close look at those old mummies: they finish-off their careers by doing the niggers, quite content, quite drunk, well-rewarded, well-reamed-out, well-beaten… France is laid bare at that moment! At the nigger moment. Deep down in his ass, the Jew is happy, he will make her succumb, that’s his role… Destiny is that simple. It’s enough to have a little experience. 

Every Frenchman of race who rises to power feels lost without foreigners, without foreigner managers. He makes haste to sell himself out to them, that being his first concern… 

We have never had a king, a president of Council, a conventionnel,²⁸ a “chief” who didn’t sell-out to some foreign power at least two or three times. That is to say to Jewry, to be precise. 

[244] Let us speak less of smutty things, perhaps you are familiar with the prediction of Dostoevsky (following the Commune of ’71)²⁹: “Once all of the riches of Europe have been dissipated, the Bank of the Jews will remain!” 

Let us speak some more of the War: “Do you know why the Jews, during the great hecatomb of ’14 -’18, counted only 1,350 fatalities? Let me fill you in: because the Jew Abrahami, a.k.a. Abrami, a Turkish subject, originally from the ghetto of Constantinople, was Undersecretary of State for Active Military Personnel throughout the duration of hostilities—it’s that simple—. He was ably assisted by the Jew Rheims, Colonel-Director of Recruitment for the Seine. So it was. 

But that’s not all! Do you know why our Military Justice, up until the last day of the War, was always so implacable and ferocious in its repression of the simple French soldier? Because Military Justice was under the command of M. Isaac Israël, revanchist Dreyfusard, Undersecretary of State for Infrastructure, and, along with Mandel-Joroboam Rothschild, son of a veritable king of France, quite simply one of the effective dictators behind the puppet Clemenceau. What an admirable division of labor. And then there’s General Mordacq, Jew, was Director of Headquarters for the High Command. There you have your complete slaughterhouse for Aryans… And for the registry of Complaints!! 

Let us not leave the War so soon. Did you know that all wars, not simply the last one, are premeditated by the Jews, planned-out by them long beforehand, like a musical score? It is even amusing to observe a little more closely, the details of that enterprise. To rediscover the prophetic Jewish words (even from antiquity). Did not the prophet Daniel (Leviticus 26) predict for the year 1914 “the Great Upheaval of the world, the beginning of the end of the goyish empires”?³⁰ The jabberings of a fanatic? No doubt… 

But more seriously, did you know that the student Prinzip, the assassin of Sarajevo, of whom there is now a statue in Belgrade, was Jewish? 

[245] Do you fully understand the response of Wilhelm II, during the War, to the Mother-Superior of the Abby of Mendret (Belgium): “No, Madame, I did not want the War, I am not the one responsible. The War was imposed upon me by the Jews and Freemasonry.” 

A more recent, belated echo of the “Grand Illusion”³¹: The declaration of Lloyd George to the House of Commons on 19 June 1939 (regarding the Palestinian problem): “In 1917, the French Army was in mutiny,

Italy was in defeat, Russia was ripe for revolution and America was not yet lined-up on our side… From all quarters, the information came to us that it was vitally important, for the Allies, to have the support of the Jewish community.” 

So long as we are discussing England, do you realize that the English Intelligence Service, a clandestine organization having unlimited resources, and the creation of Cromwell, constitutes in fact the Super-Government of England, well superior to the Monarchs and to Parliament, and is a Jewish instrumentality, entirely devoted to Jewish interests, and to Jewish globalist politics…that there are two queens in England…Mrs. Simpson³² and the other one. The Queen of English Jewry and the Intelligence Service and then the other one—the one being

 

much more powerful than the other, the future…the past… The Viceroy of India, in addition, is always more-or-less Jewish. 

And the Sino-Japanese War?³³ It belongs to the same species as all of the other wars on the planet. It represents on the Yellow Theater only one of the acts of the World Conflict, of a fight to the death between the Jews and the anti-Jews, Judeo-Sino-Russian Communists versus Nipponese militarists… Coming very soon, and for a long time thereafter, there will not be many times, places, or peoples in the world which will occupy themselves with anything other than the Conflict: Jews versus anti-Jews… 

It’s the books of the Jews that can best instruct us on the state of Jewish vindictiveness, on the temperature of their hatred and [246] racism. We read in the book by the Jewish Professor Arthur Ruppin, professor of Sociology at Jerusalem Hebrew University: “If it were true, as the Nazis pretend, that the place taken by the Jewish minority in German economic and cultural life is insupportable to the non-Jewish Germans, then the matter which remains is nothing less than the manner in which the German Government has attempted to resolve the problem, through the total violation of the rights of the Jews, which constitutes a veritable outrage. When Napoleon I sought to resolve the Jewish problem in France, he convoked the ‘Jewish Sanhedrin’ and submitted a certain number of questions to it.” 

Well! well! look at me the little trickster! That Professor Arthur Ruppin! Ah! what a comedian! with his “Sanhedrin”! But the “Sanhedrin”…is what led to Napoleon’s downfall. It was the “Sanhedrin” well and truly that sucked Napoleon dry. Not Wellington! Not Nelson! 

He would not upon St. Helena have died,

Had Napoleon never “Sanhedrinized.” 

The Sanhedrin! here we have the major artisan of the entire Napoleonic debacle, that catastrophe. It was the Sanhedrin, that great Jewish Consistory, which viciously sabotaged that supreme Aryan attempt at the unification of Europe… 

That which diplomatic journals call the English Tradition is in reality only Jewish globalist politics (just as the famous Anglo-Saxon optimism is in reality only Jewish optimism, the triumphal chant of exultant niggers). The Jews have always used their pull, and what pull! …to undermine, deconstruct, degrade, and very quickly bring into collision, all of the serious attempts at European federation. All of them have been run aground, demolished by the Jews. 

In matters of European and of global unification, the Jews don’t want to hear of anything other than their Jewish unification, under the Jewish heel and nobody else’s, in the tyrannical Jewish Global Empire. 

Doesn’t this passage by the same author, Ruppin, make you think? It will tell you a little something about the relentless march towards the ghetto, this time by us! 

“In the Middle Ages, when economic life was maintained by the system of guilds (Aryan corporations), [247] it was considered dishonest to seek a very elevated rate of profit, because that would have been seen as an attempt against the livelihoods of the other members of

 

the corporation. But the Jew, excluded from the guilds, could see only competitors, not colleagues, amongst those who held the same profession as he. He was in perpetual conflict with the organizational spirit of the guilds. His manner of understanding affairs seemed immoral, reprehensible, from the point of view that one had in the Middle Ages. A vestige of the old way of looking at things remains in the professional codes of doctors and lawyers, amongst whom it is tacitly forbidden to advertise for patients or clients.³⁴ In commercial affairs, this mentality has completely disappeared along with the system of guilds, and the commercial methods of the Jews have found themselves rehabilitated, by their universal adoption as the way in which things are done, in that free competition and the search for profit have become the bases of the capitalist system. The Jews rapidly took important places in banking, commerce and industry, improved and expanded their businesses, attained to the top ranks in the liberal professions, and generally succeeded in ensuring for themselves a better existence freed from anxiety. In many cases, they even made fortunes, sometimes of great opulence.” 

M. Ruppin has thus told you everything about why your press is mute, why you find yourself at the bottom of the quagmire, and why you are dying… Judaically strangled. And why you will be in a  “boilin’,” Jewish Hell. 

The Jew Kurt Munger in his book The Voice of Zion, tells us moreover:  

“It will be impossible to get rid of us. We have corroded the bodies of peoples and we have infested and dishonored the races, broken their vigor, putrefied all, with our Mosaic civilization.” 

Would you like to know how the Jew Leon Trotsky, creator of the Red Army, calls the soldiers of that same army, in his book My Life? “Tail-less apes, proud of their technique and pretending to be men.” 

You might well imagine that the Soviets had wanted to execute Trotsky, during that considerable period since that was said!³⁵ As though he had [248] really embarrassed them! But Trotsky? he’s a comrade!… He represents the Devil in this farce… The “confederate” of Stalin, he works in “exporting,” that’s all… 

According to what the Jews of New York are saying, the next war is supposed to break out towards the end of June ’38. Rumors… 

Perhaps you are familiar with the term “Universal Rally for Peace”?… A creation of the Soviet Union financed by the USSR, the partial expression of a vast international popular front? Do you know how Dr. Temple, the Episcopal Archbishop (pro-Jewish) of New York expressed himself at the time of the last Rally?… In these terms: 

“It will perhaps be necessary for a terrible major war again to occur, in order to reestablish the authority of the League of Nations… It will perhaps be necessary for the current generation and subsequent generations to be decimated, sacrificed, in a new world war, so that the Genevan League might in a way be reaffirmed, just as the last war was indispensable for its creation.” 

Well! Well! The Protestants also? What a fine jest! Protestantism is nothing but a chapel of the very greatest Jewry. Protestantism owes everything to Jewry,

 

beginning with the “Reformation” itself. The Anglo-Jewish Universal Pact rests upon Protestantism. The Religion of Transition. When they hit you up out on the street for the “Universal Rally”… You’ll have some idea about what’s going on. 

As an aside, to speak of something closer to home, and much less serious, do you know why the French Academy seems to be submitting to a renewed assault of snide commentary? …of vivacious, venomous affronts? Why the leftist pamphleteers and mutineers are in such a lather to portray the Academicians, through review and satire, as being more diarrhœic, more “candy-assed” than ever?… Why the Jewish festivities, the great Jewbieramas of ’37, are seemingly sounding the Academy’s funeral knell? Why its newspapers are subscribing to it?… Because its bank account is good… Ah! but how she has increasingly hastened, while there is still time, how she has quickly had ascend into her number MM. Bernstein, Maurois, Picasso, Sacha, [249] Golding, Carco, all of the Alexanders and Samuels, and Leos, membership pending, plus a few Jewish generals to add color to the assortment. She has saved herself from her just desserts! But it is now too late! A thousand flatteries won’t change anything about it, its days are numbered. Old Toilet, irrelevant old antechamber, you are going to get a cleaning-out! You are going to be the very first to get the treatment! 

Observe then how amusing it is, that the smaller academies in the peripheral regions, in their concern over the way things are going, are now making haste under great pressure, to take in their fill of Hymies, and to offer unto greater Hymiedom a hundred thousand indications of their crawling submission…of their absolute understanding…of the need to be seen favorably by M. de Rothschild…and to self-Judaize until splitting at the seams. A perverse spectacle!… It would be most piquant were I in my turn recklessly to come to the rescue of the old whore! But no! No! A faux pas! The French Academy has done much, enormously much, everything in its power for the triumph of Jewry, for our colonization by the Jews in every domain. This very antiquated wrinkled-up old skag now wants to shut off her slot! To barricade her rottenness within? For what reason? In what manner? Now this would be one of those insupportable affectations! One of those rude acts most burlesque! One of those cheap tricks! The old piece of filth is going to have to die, just as she had lived, from niggers, her buttocks spread wide open. Justice. 

[250] The Frenchman, if he were curious, would learn a few things. For example, suppose that he were to want to acquaint himself somewhat with all of the names, the real ones, of those who supervise him, and especially the names of the parents and grandparents of those who command him, who govern his complete household, who make up his political life (Right or Left), his theater, his administration, his finance, his Public Education, his painting, his music, his novels, his songs, his medicine, his law, his police, his aviation, and soon all of the highest officials (but not the combatants) of the Army and the Navy. One can see that bit by bit throughout the years, especially since the Dreyfus Affair, Frenchmen of race have been almost completely ousted, dissuaded, minimized, eliminated, and banished from all places of authority whether official or clandestine. Through emasculation and systematic disarmament, they can no longer form anything on their own soil, other than an amorphous herd in the hands of the Jews, destined in the end for the various slaughterhouses. Each new function is found to be immediately occupied, each vacancy filled by a Jew, a Mason, a husband of a Jewess, someone Judaized, etc. The nigger rises implacable, half-breed sadistic, intransigent. And all of this is not to speak of our Nobility so perfectly saturated with nigger blood!… The other day I heard cited the case of a very great family, one of the greatest names in France, in which of 135 authenticated legitimate bearers of the name and title, 73 were Jews! by marriage, in-law status,

 

acquaintances, etc., etc. And this is not a special case, that proportion holding true for almost all of the “important families”… The Negrito-Jews are not in our country. It is we who are in theirs. 

[251] The leaders of French Communism imagine that once the Communist power is installed in France, that it will be they who will remain in control of their French Communists! What a burlesque illusion!… As roguishly submissive, vicious, and cuckolded a Communist Aryan as you may be, you will be knocked-off, chief! you first of all! The first to die! It’s the necessary thing! your masses must not become distracted. They are going to be taught all of the right things, in one fell swoop. And the very first thing of all will be to forget about you. As well as no longer to recognize anything as being above them other than the official Jewish power, the absolute Jewish authority… You will be taught in one fell swoop the abolition of “stupid racial prejudices!” of which you are going to get an earful! Ah! dirty dupe, astounding cuckold! You are going to be rubbed-out! For one reason, by virtue of the single fact that you don’t happen to be Jewish! Haven’t you ever been able to see through the honeyed Jewish expressions, and the extraordinary encouragement of the Jews for an “untouchable,” all of their contempt, you intolerable braggart, you idiotic macaque?… Stupidly presumptuous, credulous puppet?… Your masters of the ultimate consciousness will have you entered into order! along with the first bullets, into the first holes in the ground. Your death warrants, chiefs of French Communism, have all been drawn-up, signed, and registered at the office at the Comintern, and for “la prima ora.” You imbeciles, whether faggy or roguish, you cunning swipers of half-smoked cigarettes, have herded your hordes up to the gates of the slaughterhouse. You will not get very far. Your role ends here! You will not get past the slaughterhouse. Your Jewish masters no longer have need of you… In order to make some elbowroom for themselves, your death is to be imposed, without delay. Parrots, your masters have only too well [252] understood all of your asininities! You don’t know at what point you began to get on their nerves! Your masses, Revolution accomplished, will have to learn new songs, but not from you! never again from you!… As soon as they were installed, the Soviets established the Comintern over us, that terrible assemblage of mystical poison-pen writers, of thousands of implacable Jewish djibouks, commissars of an atrocious new order…those of you who stamp their feet the loudest are always the best known, directors of French Communism! You will be served! fed!… It is clearly written in the stars, that it is you who will embellish the first stakes, along with your barbecued lackeys. It’s not heads that you have, but coconuts, and you know how they are opened! One sharp blow… 

There you will enter into the new order! Carried in feet first! …tortured by your own troops! …and with relish! under Jewish command!… I am not quite up to date on the circumstances in Spain…³⁶ 

[253] The Jews themselves, from time to time, are pleased to take the trouble to forewarn us just a little bit. Listen, and this will be brief, to that excellent Jew, Elie Marcus Ravage, for he is interesting: 

“We (the Jews) are the intruders, we are the destroyers; we have seized your personal property, your ideas, your destiny. We have trampled them underfoot. It is we who were the primary cause of the last war and not only of the last, but of almost all of your wars. We

 

were not only the authors of the Russian Revolution, but the instigators of all of the great revolutions of your history.”

(Century Magazine, January 1928.) 

Ah! the Jew, when he lets his hair down, he is interesting to listen to, he is more amoral than anything else… It is not a matter of searching for problems where there are none. It’s franco! (ah that word!)³⁷…  

And this is even more concise: 

“If within fifty years you have not hung us all, you Christians, you will not be left with the resources with which to buy the rope in order to do so.”

—Mires the Jew. 

React? But how? But why?… Insofar as they possess all of the world’s gold, by virtue of what sophistry is it that the Jews are not set to seize power?… Complete power? Straightforwardly?… To confront world Jewry is but to confront Vesuvius with a sprinkler, in order to extinguish it. 

[254] A little change of pace… 

A fine history…of the Great Epoch of Arverne… 

“Attacked by the Romans, Bituit, the King of the Gallic Barbarians called forth all of his warriors… Upon his silver-plated chariot with bronze axles, in brazen helmet, and bedecked with gold necklaces and bracelets, he advanced. His hunting dogs accompanied him. Behind his personal escort squadron teemed two hundred thousand Gauls with their long double-edged swords, their scintillating iron pikes, and their broad flat shields of wicker and wood, painted in vivid colors. While still high upon the hillside the King perceived the little square of Roman Legionnaires down below in the valley of the Rhone: ‘There are scarcely enough of them today,’ he exclaimed, ‘for my dogs to fight over…’” 

A different history both old and odious…of the Gauls in their decline… 

“Gauls were to be found on every bank of the Mediterranean, in the service of all of the princes and States having an insult to avenge, or some ambition to be realized. There wasn’t a war over the course of the Third Century (BC) in which Gallic contingents didn’t take part, often in both camps and against one another… And more than once when the war was over, whether it be the Ptolemies of Egypt, or the Senate of Carthage, in order to evade the claims of their mercenaries, would lure them into some trap and then have them massacred…”  

(Taken from The Gauls, by Albert Granier.) 

[255]

“The Jews are of the very substance of God, but the non-Jews are only the spawn of livestock.”

– The Talmud. 

 

Let us for the moment admire a Jew making like an honest man, in the process of trying to give us a “reverse view.” You’ll see how insidious he is, how unctuous, pseudo-scrupulous, inoffensive and philosophical. 

(Taken from Forum,³⁸ an important American periodical, October 1937.) 

“Children of the Martyr Race”

by Maurice M. Feuerlicht 

“I learned very early in life that I was a Jew and that there was a ‘Jewish Question.’ Consequently, I was to learn moreover that the Jews, as a group, did not act like normal people, that is to say, not like the majority of citizens. 

“The son of a rabbi, the product of a typical Israelite family, I would scarcely have known how to nourish prejudices against the Jews, and I had no desire whatever to harbor one within me. Yet no one, I believe, has ever had an innate sensibility of his Jewish character. It is rather a sentiment which is inculcated into young Jews almost as soon as they learn to talk, and which is implicit in all of the ensuing religious instruction, that they must never be allowed to forget that they are different from the Gentiles. My very earliest memory is of the ‘Festival of Lights’ (Chanukah). Seated at the feet of my father, as was the case with innumerable other Jewish children, I listened to him recount the thrilling story [256] of Judas Maccabaeus and his valiant soldiers, who risked their lives for their religion. I lit the candles, as I sang: 

“‘Children of the martyr race,

Whether free or in irons,

Awake unto the echo of our songs,

Wherever you may be dispersed upon the Earth.’ 

“This theme of the ‘children of the martyr race’ struck my ears again and again, until my sensibility to it had become very quickly and very profoundly penetrated. ‘Oppressed people,’ ‘martyr,’ ‘prejudiced,’ ‘persecution’: these were almost the first words of which I understood the meaning. If the young Gentiles had called me a Jew, great care was taken to explain to me at home that they had been trying to insult me, and that the world didn’t like the Jews. The instruction that I received at home never allowed me to forget the past. Each young Jew must in his turn undergo all of the persecutions to which his people had been submitted over the past three thousand years. 

“After the ‘Festival of Lights,’ I would celebrate Passover and I would detest with all of my childish heart the Pharaoh who had persecuted the Jews.³⁹ For fear that I would forget about the flight across the Red Sea, I was made to eat unleavened bread—evocative of ordeals dating back two thousand years. In Sunday School, in my home, while the other children listened to stories and fables, or played with lead soldiers, I learned of the atrocities of the Spanish Inquisition, and of the imprisonment of Jews within sequestered quarters and ghettos. 

“For me this resulted, as it did for so many other Jewish children, in a persecution complex which became increasingly pronounced as I grew up. I never learned a great deal about the religious principles of Judaism, but I didn’t miss a thing when it came to the Dreyfus Affair, the Ku Klux Klan, the exclusivity of this-or-that club, or this-or-that hotel, and the university ‘quotas.’

 

It is such a structured cognition which, more than any other thing, gives the Jew of today the sensibility of being Jewish, for we have a far greater consciousness of the wrongs done to us, than we have of our own religion. Our malady of persecution has perverted our relationships with our neighbors. The Jew who fails in an examination or a transaction, or who tries in vain to find a position or to join a club, will cry out: ‘It’s discrimination, it’s because I’m Jewish!’ [257] Not many among us will be found to have the courage to recognize that there could very well be other underlying reasons, all of them personal. Certainly the man who fails searches all about for the cause of his defeat, except within himself. It’s a common characteristic of human nature. But we Jews are different, we have strayed far from the norm on this point as well, because we have turned this penchant into a spiritual habit to which we constantly take recourse, in order to console ourselves in all of our disappointments. 

“At the major university where I completed my studies, fifteen percent of the students were Jews, as were several distinguished members of the teaching faculty. This college was nevertheless reproached for having systematically excluded Jews, and an incredible number of parents nonetheless incredibly cried out anti-Semitism because their son was unsuccessful in becoming part of an association, or a team, or had been declined in an examination, or had not received some distinction. I who dealt with them every day knew that it was a matter of the boys being poorly-prepared, spoiled, lazy, and having a perpetually surly attitude, so that they would have been taken as undesirables just as surely had they been Protestants or Buddhists. 

“An infinite number of examples of this type can be cited, applying to Israelites of every age and type. Because even if, in many cases, anti-Semitism really does enter into play, it nevertheless remains that, all too often, the alleged racial prejudice is, in fact, a legitimate defensive reflex directed against an individual. A goodly number of Gentiles are fair-minded, inclined towards judging people according to their personal merits. It’s the Jew who provokes misunderstandings, with his touchiness forever on the ready. 

“A person afflicted with the persecution disease is always possessed of the blind desire to return blow for blow. The presence of a Gentile at a Jewish ceremony is severely criticized by those Jews who most passionately want to be accepted by the Gentiles. When a Jew commits that crime which is regarded amongst themselves as the most hateful, by taking a wife from among the Gentiles, he will feel the entire force of that prejudice which the Jews cultivate amongst themselves. 

“Certain consequences of this martyrdom complex are long-term and they cause, in every case, an irremediable prejudice against the Jewish individual. They are corrosive even among the most well-disposed of [258] Gentiles. The Jew having shown an essentially morbid sensitivity as to the subject of his Jewishness, the Gentiles draw back from addressing the issue directly, for fear of being wrongly accused of anti-Semitism. And thus the Jew will see himself deprived of the benefit that he might have derived from an earnest examination of those differences and prejudices that really do exist. 

“The entirely tragic upshot of this situation born of the Jew’s reckless nature—that of which he complains so bitterly—lies in the fact that he is seen first and foremost as a Jew and not as an individual. He forgets that from his very first movement, whatever he does he does as a Jew. What if the newspapers were to publish that Isaac Rubens, 26, had robbed Smith’s delicatessen last night? All of the

 

Jews in town would rise up and decry defamation. But when Albert Einstein revolutionizes the world of science with his theories, these same Jews radiate with satisfaction upon reading an article on ‘the great Israelite savant.’ Yet mustn’t we be resolved in our choice of how we would present ourselves to the world? Are we to be taken as individuals or as Jews? 

“I believe that we will never be normal individuals so long as we continue to suffer from our martyrdom complex, so long as we defer the task of our individual perfection, so long as we find it more convenient to blame others for our own faults.” 

Look at this benign fellow! The little trickster! He writes like Mr. Duhamel, and thinks like Mr. Duhamel. 

[259] After the Rose water, the advertisements… 

The most important Jewish newspaper in Eastern Europe, The Moment, published in Warsaw in Yiddish, has in edition 260-B of 13 November 1934 given us a most interesting article entitled “Lazar Moisseevich Kaganovich, Stalin’s Representative and Alter Ego”… 

Some quite instructive, prophetic passages: 

Lazar Moiseevich is truly a great man… It is he who will one day reign over the land of the Tsars… His daughter who will soon be twenty-one is now Stalin’s wife.⁴⁰ Lazar Moisseevich is excellent with regard to the Jews… You see, it is profitable to have one of our own men in a high position.” 

[260] Not a single day goes by in which you will not be able to find—should you happen to be so poorly forewarned—in your quotidian newspaper, whether right or left or simply informative, that is to say shaped in accordance to your futile taste for this-or-that in politics (in reality all perfectly Jewish, merely different sectors in the grand bazaar of overpriced items) a hundred little echoes…and some entire articles consecrated to the triumph, to the ever-greater glory of Jewry. Your quotidian newspaper is literally run through with these little echoes, in theatrical and cinema blurbs…analyses of high diplomacy…beauty queens…bantering…insignificant…pretentious…frivolous…philosophical…of every genre. For your pleasure, I shall deliver unto you this little malapropism, lifted from Paris-Soir (of late October). It is no more artless, no more sappy, no more distasteful than any other, having the same intention: “Judaization, and Jewish colonization.” It does do rather well, I find, in giving the keynote “la” of this great music, which is sometimes symphonic, sometimes jiggy…and later-on military⁴¹… 

“The Diplomatic Career, or Perhaps Careers” 

“Mme. Lévy de Tact, daughter-in-law of the French Ambassador to Moscow, and later to Bern, has made her Radio debut, on Station 37. She sang, and quite well at that. Her accomplishment was very great. 

“It is interesting to note that the family of Mme. Lévy de Tact enjoys a most rare artistic ability. Each one of them possesses a talent as an amateur that could easily, some day in the future,

 

[261] become professional. Her mother is a composer and a virtuoso at the piano. Her sister is a dancer, and her husband is a first-rate imitator who can take to the stage impersonating the voice of Louis Jouvet, as well as those of Michel Simon and Joseph Caillaux. 

“As for Mme. Lévy de Tact, she likes to sing old songs with a diction reminiscent of that of Yvette Guilbert, and a voice of incomparable charm. 

“Just as M. Lévy de Tact, the Ambassador, belongs to the diplomatic Career, it can be said that the careers of his family would, if they were to go public, have a most enviable future.”

Quite a few ‘Wunderkinder’ in just one family, aren’t there?… But is it anything to whip the cat over? No! I’ll grant you that! Vain babblings such as these can never alarm anyone…can never incite any riot! Certainly not!… I also submit to you that tone!… That very Jewish fawning and overdoing… We are in the Congo!⁴² don’t forget! …that oppressively concentrated oafishness, that narcissism so tropical, so pabouin… There’s nothing we can do about it… Nearly all of the social echoes (nearly all Jewish) resound with the same note, that same intonation of an equatorial bazaar… All of this very bad taste comes to us straight from the calabash thicket, by way of channels most frenzied, most ardent and, let us not forget, most ancient and overly-elaborate… You will always be able to find this howling, hectic, mind-numbing vulgarity in the vicinity of any tom-tom!… Fatally as well in all of the salons, insofar as all of the salons, or nearly all, are Jewish, making them tom-toms of a social sort. 

There is nothing more “Monrovian,”⁴³ more farcical in fact and in practice, than that comedy of salons of “good taste”…of “refinement”… In no matter which salon, given ten minutes in which to arrange things, they’ll come up with more oddities, more horrors of taste, than the entire French Cavalry could do in ten years… The only thing needed for a guy to get ahead in the world is to be known in advance for having the shamelessness of a pig, and the sensitivity of a log. This world is truly a paradise for exhibitionistic sapajous. 

“Ah!” you say to me in reply, “but aren’t you a big disgusting pervert yourself?… Look at all of these absolutely useless, futile, insolent and vile remarks…” 

But no! but no! they’re not at all futile! This puerile “echo” notwithstanding… Ah! what an abominable error! This has its place in the Grand [262] Design. Make no mistake about it. Jewish penetration, Jewish infiltration, the drinking-up by Jewry, is carried out by a stratum, you understand! …through a thousand trickles of publicity… Profound…radiating outward…hidden from view⁴⁴… This little echo, in its all-embracing asininity, will play its small role very well, as have so many similar ones before it…and after it… It is going to present to the larger public, perfectly gullible and cuckolded, that fine impression, that all of those names, those stars and those celebrities, and those radios (all perfectly Jewish, half-Jewish, of Judaized) by which it is revealed, represent nothing less than so many stars in a particular celestial vault…adorably mysterious…towards which it is customary to pray…and to pray no longer anything but “Jewish.” All of those passions, all of those prayers of the Aryan will henceforth be going to the Jews… One little echo like the one above…but it’s an Hail Mary…one little Hail Mary for Jewry…it’s no big thing, just one little Hail Mary to be sure. But it’s one among millions and

 

millions of such Hail Marys…with which the Jews will make the world turn…Jewish…and in the Jewish direction. 

[263]

“God has given the Jews complete power over the goods and the blood of every people.”

—The Talmud. 

The other day in the Paris-Soir…musingly…I discovered two or three more of them…some little echoes of the same sort…superb in reality…without effort… You will find them as well…if you look around just a little bit…and without taking too much trouble: 

“Baron de Cahen, or Lyricism in High Finance” 

“The Odéon will be presenting a play in verse by Baron Léo de Cahen, on ‘Sappho and the Academy of Lesbos,’ while also today, the France-Great Britain Association is organizing a conference on Abraham by the same Baron de Cahen. 

“The whole world knows of the position occupied in the City of London by the famous financier who, even in his business affairs, has thought to stir in a certain lyricism. He is dedicated, in fact, to two grandiose projects: the tunnel beneath the Channel, and the railroad from the Cape to Cairo. The tunnel beneath the Channel. His story would merit an entire volume. His vicissitudes were numerous; he shocked the insular spirit of Great Britain. 

“The Cape to Cairo railroad, was, by him, begun. He has not completed it despite the efforts of the House of Cahen, which oversaw the construction of the route as far as Kenya, and the works at the fort of Mombassa. 

“Baron Cahen belongs to a veritable dynasty of artists and men of letters. His brother Alexander has, at his Moorish seraglio Sidi-bou-Saïd, in Carthage, collected Arab folklore and [264] melodies, while the other brother, Samuel, has composed the music to The Thousand Kisses, which has recently been performed with great success at Covent Garden for the Russian Ballet season. 

“The Baroness de Cahen, daughter of the Grand Bey,⁴⁵ is a talented painter, whose accommodating house at Piccadilly is one of the centers in London for the dissemination of French spirit and Parisian taste. 

“Their granddaughters Sarah, Esther and Rachel are favorite companions and playmates of the Little Princess Elizabeth, the future Queen of England.” 

*.*.*.*.*

I am no longer going to explain anything to you… I hope that by now you know enough to read-in “Jewish”… All the better so that I might be able, using a few opportune words, underline the exceptional qualities of this most especially rich vintage…and to comment upon it most devotedly, as upon a fine wine from some celebrated vineyard. An entirely precious bouquet of “Jewish” aromas… First Class! …very rich in “Tunnel beneath the Channel”… Monarchical intimacy…

 

dynastic! …sustained by the bewitchingly exquisite perfumes of the “City”…the Carthaginian Seraglio…railroads and Russian ballets…

“The Thousand Kisses:” …a “certain lyricism”…all of it very sensuous…very sustained, very Sapphic, very well-heeled…on the Paris-to-London… An immense year for Hebraism!… Are you enjoying yourself? 

[265]

“Si vous étiez des enfants spirituels d’Abraham vous feriez les

œuvres d’Abraham… le père spirituel dont vous êtes issus

c’est le diable… Et il n’y a point de vérité en lui.”

—Jesus.⁴⁶ 

Do you remember? 

“The entire production of Wicked Hollywood…is a monstrous standing insult against proletarian labor…against all proletarian virtue…the most monstrous enterprise of capitalist ideological corruption…the most shameful of all the ages… A torrent of rotten failures…blah…blah…blah… Proletarians! as a mass! boo down all of these pieces of garbage!… Flee those darkened rooms, where you are contaminated, and where you are thoroughly, systematically stupefied!… Ah! We are not dupes! we the ‘people in charge’ of the proletariat! Proletarian purity must stiffen its resolve against this immense danger of corrosion! all of the energies of healthy rebellion would be eroded by this global infection!… All of those stars, those overly made-up whores whose astronomical salaries for just one day’s work at grimacing, surpass many times over those received by several working-class families! for hard work! over the course of months!… What a shame! What a denial of our immense distress! The collusion of the Banks…the complicity of the Trusts!… SOS!… SOS!… This prostitution, this shameless degradation of all the Arts, and of every sentiment…this mercantile sacrilege, this rotter of the most noble impulses of human nature…blah…blah…blah… Cinematographic gangrene! The people at the pillory! …blah…blah… We shall find you again, my lovely! A standing conspiracy against the wholesome spirit of the masses! …blah…blah…blah… 

[266] “The cinema, the global brain octopus…everything is rotten…each darkened room is a sucker of rottenness!… 

“The golden calf of Hollywood…arrogant, implanted within its Cinema…‘the global obscenity mill’…blah…blah…” 

Who then is this that so instructs us, throughout the length of these columns?… But it is l’Humanité, my dear! …from the good old days! …the lean years! …l’Humanité just before the “Triumph of the masses”…under Jewish leadership… Do you remember it as well?… But the winds change, my beauty, and it is necessary to seize them… And every misfortune befalls he who doesn’t know how to make sense of them!… In October 1937, this same l’Humanité was singing a completely different song, in a completely different chord, with a completely different tone… Regale yourself in what l’Humanité thinks now, of these same Hollywood farce-makers…(in its non-advertising pages)…

 

“Easy Living”⁴⁷ 

“Through such genres as Vaudeville the Americans show their preference for naïveté and for candor to the point of vulgarity; it is necessary to satisfy them. These are the qualities which are effected with sufficient grace that they do not entirely kill-off that sapient mind-set, which must let go in order to allow us the most ‘physical’ sort of laughter. Easy Living is thus Vaudevillian, but deliciously so, being as fresh and as comical as one could want. Except for the ‘bedroom scene,’ there isn’t anything which isn’t of a delightful modesty. As for wackiness, it comes into play in such scenes as the one at the automat restaurant, which is in disorder and is being pillaged by the customers, making the scene something of a masterpiece. As for the story line, it has only one point of departure: following an argument, a rich banker tosses his wife’s fur coat out of a twentieth-story window. The coat falls at the feet of a young lady, the secretary for a children’s magazine. That’s it. But from this point of departure the Americans have drawn every possible consequence with sufficient fantasy to discourage even the most fertile imagination. This coat of the greatest luxury grants the young lady such a mien that, as a consequence of consequences, all of her difficulties evaporate before her. She quickly finds herself being clothed, lodged, and fed for free. Had she been ‘giving the wink,’ things perhaps would not have worked, and it would have been a con job. But since she doesn’t understand anything about what’s happening to her and remains innocent…it’s like a fairy [267] tale. She even meets a prince charming whom she marries at the end, despite all of the tragicomic situations which her adventure undergoes. It’s as though it’s according to the Andersen Review and arranged by the ‘Marx Brothers.’ And Jean Arthur, through her natural gentility, makes it easy for us to believe that everything that happened to Mary Smith pertaining to easy living was well-deserved.” 

How cozy they’ve become, those cousins Hollywood and l’Humanité! It’s been positively that LaRocque takes his marching orders from Tardieu…aim is taken, and how there is understanding…as though it were “well in hand”… It’s not the same thing at all! There hasn’t been any new news in ten years!… Only an idiot never evolves!… It’ll be enough for there one day to be, one little call on the telephone…and you will be brought to an understanding…all of a sudden the miracle is accomplished…and it’ll be the easiest thing in the world… And there you’ll be…with your bare ass sticking up in the air… You have remained among your “masses of masses”…ruminants! …swine!… You understand nothing!… 

[268]

“I would like to be embuggered by the body of a man who’s going to the guillotine.”

(Rachel to her lover Léopold Lehon.)  

The Jews having redoubled their pillagings and atrocities since the advent of the Popular Front, it would have been most surprising if they hadn’t felt some small gust of anti-Semitism in France…if they hadn’t conceived of some apprehensions concerning their immediate future… 

We ought to expect some prophylactic counteroffensive of massive scale…and of very great cost… Why not?… Our entire press (whether right or left) already serves exclusively to defend Jewish interests, and to accomplish grand Jewish designs. The cinema, ever so eminently Jewish, is obliged by circumstances

 

to offer us several very probing, very remarkable works, as an apologia for an extremely avuncular sort of Jew. 

Up until recent times, such propaganda was carried out using symbols…insinuations…allusions…coincidences…by the troupe… It is in this that the tone has changed with The Grand Illusion⁴⁸… Changed completely! Flush with its political successes, Jewish propaganda is unloading with all of its batteries, becoming positive, affirmative, aggressive…it’s coming into its own… What we are now being shown on the screen is the Jew as he is…no longer as a Breton, a Fleming, an Auvergnat, a Basque…but with “Rosenthal,” as a real, literal Jew… No more fooling around!… 

In the same spirit, we are soon going to be seeing, no doubt, many more, even more insolent, more imperative. This film has already achieved an immense, vocally partisan success… Jewish colonization shall henceforth be able to proceed “clear to the end”!… All of the dikes are broken!… Hymie colonization day-by-day becoming more impatient, more despotic, more touchy and intransigent. In [269] this film so completely bogged-down by a “there’s-a-hair-in-my-soup” level of dialogue, there remains in the end only one constant theme, but in this it is passionate…to make the imbecile Aryan masses thoroughly understand, to beat it well into their drunken skulls, that the Jew and the working-class Aryan were created and put into this world, precisely in order to come to understand one another, and to bind themselves one to another in an absolutely indissoluble pact, for life unto the death… “It is so written.” 

Over the course of the film, only one little sin on the part of the principal character, the Jew, is revealed to us, this being a certain tendency towards pride and ostentation, quite venial to be sure…a little niggerly sin…a foible… Rosenthal appears to us to be only more simpatico, more “human” on account of it…while on the other hand, working to his benefit, are his virtues! and what virtues! …essential ones! the primordial qualities of a new elite, a new nobility!… Greatly generous, greatly perceptive, broadly knowledgeable, quiveringly pacifistic, presciently sensitive to the human heart…and above all to the popular heart!… Oh! popular!… Infinitely popular!… It is the usual thing for pro-Jewish films (which is to say all films) to rummage through, tinker with, and operate upon public opinion using allusions, suggestions, comparisons, and jabberings, though not by presenting the Jew as he actually is, as positively Jewish, in his role as a sozial warrior… The Grand Illusion abruptly breaks with all of that… This film is historic… In it the Jew emerges from his shadows, from his travesties, and into the foreground, into the sozial which is to say Jewish, completely Jewish scene. The Grand Illusion admirably tops-off the Jewish Exposition,⁴⁹ the great Jewbierama ’37. It’s the advent of the little Jew in the role of official Messiah. 

This little Rosenthal is absolutely-so a millionaire…but also absolutely “popular”… Ah! but much more so popular than millionaire-like!… He is rich! superlatively rich! take note of the little Kike! At the beginning, the little nabob had everything against him when it came to playing the role of redeemer: bearing, speech, face… He was a complete “stinker”…the exact super-concentrated product of that abominable class… Everything needed in order to be shamed, booed, and hung straight-out by the people. An absolute parasite, a menacing super-Jewish product, he’s a son of Stavisky,⁵⁰ a Barmat cousin. He fully represents vile lamppost fodder… All of the imagery of Soviet Épinal⁵¹ plays upon this prototype. For Moscow, for l’Humanité, he must represent the perfect “speculator,” in fully insolent function, in the blush of perfection! the Enemy of the People incarnate…the most hateful, the most reprehensible example, the personified synthesis of vampiristic Capitalism. But this is in error, a [270] misdeal! Not at all! A miracle! A Jewish miracle! On your knees, people! Far from dodging the problem…far from

 

cheating…the creator of this thing, on the contrary, chose up (popular) front,⁵² openly to take on all of the contradictions of the issue. And all that which had seemed irreconcilable becomes, before our very eyes, concordant and convincing! A triumph! And how! Hands up! All is going well! The new verity is flowing freely into those filled-to-capacity, darkened rooms… The little Jew Rosenthal is not at all what one might have imagined! …some sort of capitalist just like the other capitalists…that clique of impassive brutes, vain, narrow-minded, beer-gutted dandies, such are all the others!… Ah! but not at all… Attention! Absolutely no one is more despicable than the others…like all of the Aryan exploiters…the bosses…the Aryan vampires!… Ah! but!… Ah! but! Attention, People! always so prompt to make generalizations…let us make some distinctions! Subtlety! This little Rosenthal is not at all despicable!… Let us not be confused! This super-capitalist son of a super-capitalist shows only regret over his exorbitant privileges… But yes…but yes… No fault is to be found in him, other than that little habit of being a little too sure of himself…as with any Apostle… That’s all… So you see…how it is necessary to distrust hastily-made judgments!… This little Rosenthal is a bona fide little djibouk, which we cannot deny!… A little neo-Jesus Christ… He suffered for us! …and we didn’t even know it!… He said it himself: “Jesus, my racial brother” Nowadays Messiahs aren’t born in stables, they are born in bank vaults… That’s the way it is with the Jews… “A Jesus and a Billionaire too”… Who can doubt it?… (You will very rarely hear a Jew, poor though he may be, curse the Rothschilds…but the Aryans curse the Wendels!⁵³ as often as they are able!… Dear Masochistic Aryans!…) The proletariat already resonates very pleasantly with the excellent refrain… “The Jew is a man like any other.” 

A little more enthusiasm, I beg of you! A little more smugness! A little more zeal in the face of the native: “The Jew is a man more so than any other!” That is what we shall deign to jabber from now on!… Let me hear you, Aryan parrots! Hop onto your perches…and repeat in unison… “He is more! …more! …more!…” That “more” is essential! it’s everything!… 

By now you have come to understand, I hope, Masses of Masses! that the Jewish super-capitalist shall forever remain, under all circumstances, a special capitalist, one very close to the heart of the people… [271] messianic, prophetic, pacifistic, essentially apostolic, idealistic, supremely philanthropic, “human”… Ah! always more “human”… Systolic pressure of the worker, diastolic pressure of the Jew…ventricle versus ventricle… The same heart, the very heart of the proletariat… Ah!… 

He has the air of a frivolous pleasure-seeker, of an abject profiteer, does that little Rosenthal. Warning! Appearances! Everything is to the contrary!… In reality he is thinking only of the people, of the misfortunes of the people…whom no one better than he can understand, he being touched by the great distress of the people… Is he familiar with the program of the Popular Front? …with all of the people’s demands?… Ah! Ah! Ah! And a pacifist?… Damn! Damn! He himself made all of those programs of the people in order to be more assured… So?… No one is better informed than he, no one more imploring, more sighing, more desirous of the imminent, oh-so-imminent dawn of a much better world for the people, a world that shall shine forth with Justice! …finally! A world without iniquities, without wars, without privileges of race or of

 

birth! …a “France most free and happy!” …in sum without the Stock Exchange! without the Police! without Barracks!… Yes! Quite so… The very first thing each day, this Kikeish little billionaire thinks only of the misfortunes of the people… At the Club, in the Park…in the Sack…at his Bank…always of the People! He is literally haunted by Humanity!⁵⁴ …his personal mission… Systolic versus diastolic… His heartbeat is at one with the people’s… He “beats along” with the people… He was created, and put into this world, in order to go to the people, to understand the people, like Mr. Blum-Latige, and to implement, he just like Mr. Blum-Latige, the entire program of the Popular Front! …to flourish for the Popular Front!… Ah! but… Ah! but… There you have it. Rest assured that he, Rosenthal, would also have voted exactly like Mr. Baron de Rothschild, for the Popular Front and the Franco-Soviet Alliance. He’s a formidable proletarian beneath those unbecoming appearances, that little banker Rosenthal! exactly like MM. Warburg, Loeb, Jacob Schiff, Kerensky, Trotsky, Zakharov and Blum…exactly. Ah! systolic…diastolic… He understands the instinct of the people, with all his instinct of the Jew…the aspirations of the worker, the misfortunes of the worker…are his own aspirations…his own misfortunes!… 

And now the film concerns itself with us, pay attention! Aryans of intelligence!… Attention! The contrast! Our elite: the Intellectuals, the Aryan nobility, the Aryan bourgeoisie, all show themselves to be absolutely, radically, grotesquely incapable of understanding a single of the people’s demands! Ah! It’s appalling…but that’s [272] the way it is!… Perverse, monstrous egocentrics! What bastards! Hopeless! What monsters… What super-brutes!… Infinitely!… Beyond the bounds of any evolution… Conclusion! This Aryan “elite” must turn everything over to the Jews, immediately, and then disappear!… QED.⁵⁵ The implacable decree of the Future!… Boom! Blum!… These dastards, they are retarding, sabotaging, that marvelous social impulsion, which is absolutely so in evidence! The inflorescence of the Soviets! Workers + Jewish redeemers, the Jewish Reign all told: And then?… A new age! Of new men!… The Jew, the “new man”! It’s a brainstorm… (Witness the ten million white men executed in Russia by the new Jewish men.) 

This film has decidedly shown itself as being consummately rich in high propaganda, in numerous examinations of conscience, in “recapitulations”… It would have us understand, among other very valuable truths, that on their part the “Aristocrats” have always desired, willed, and called forth war pursuant to their vows!… Wait! Wait! Wait!… I mean well…but let us not continue along this route! This passage is dark… Let us shine our lantern upon it completely!… Let us very loyally, very scrupulously inform the audience that the so-called aristocracy, be it French, German, or English, has so copiously married into, and formed alliances with Jewish banks, that in strict verity it is nothing other than one of the tribes of Jewry… 

The representatives of the aforementioned aristocracy hasten to add commentary, to justify with such attentiveness! such enthusiasm! the death sentence which they are under…this is the highlight of the film! They are greatly afraid of something which we do not understand!… They play it up for all it’s worth! “Many thanks!” they all cry out, “Would that you should be so kind, Messieurs the Jews of the Jury! You have quite properly condemned the lot of us to death! How well-deserved it is!… No! We didn’t escape it! Ah! we are irremediable! imbecilic! bloodthirsty! frivolous! egotistical! savage! calamitous!… Ah! how salutary, how absolutely imperative for the happiness of humankind, that we all die out… We are, it’s absolutely true, perfectly monstrous!… Another cigar, my dear Viscount?… And now, my esteemed juried Jews, in order to spare you any unwonted travail, from having to dirty your own hands a little, we ourselves a going to do the necessary deed of self-massacre… With such joy! without further ado! upon your Jewish command!” One!

 

Two! Three!… And they do what they said they’d do…to the sound of a fife!… And it’s perfect!… They’ve cleared the ground! 

[273] Those ape-men and fragile bravaccios, completely enamored with integrally-mildewed, quite rancid prejudices, those mothballed furies caught-up in “collections” aspiring for annihilation! They’re crying out loud for it. Perfect! It shall be granted unto them! And all whilst they intone their own “Funeral Dirge”⁵⁶…  

The Jews: “Bravo! Bravo! Very well done! excellent attitude! magnificently carried-out…” 

As for the Aryan intellectual, the “Pindar”⁵⁷ of this adventure, he is presented to us at the very beginning, already reduced to such a state of futility, of spoiled precocity, or unreliability, of frothing redundant chatter, that he dissipates all by himself over the course of the film… He becomes lost to us…evaporated… 

In this Grand Illusion we thus celebrate the marriage of the simple, coarse, ever-so-slightly savvy Aryan worker, that self-assured roustabout-cum-cinematic editor, to the little Jew, djibouk, billionaire, greasy Messiah, and tomorrow quite naturally a People’s Commissar, by predestination. Everything that’s needed, neither more nor less, but only that which is strictly necessary, in order to make up the Soviet Jewish-worker! The Future is setting up its housekeeping! Mount Sinai thunders for a third time: “Thou foreskin of a Goy, abandon not your Hymie! Or by so doing, everything will go horrible shitty! The Jew is your guardian angel!…” And immediately these sentences penetrate deep into the Aryan heart. 

Darn that aviator who no longer even knew how to read a map, just at the very moment when the Jew takes over the command! isn’t that sufficiently symbolic?

And you there, Mr. Face-in-the-Crowd!… Mr. Goat-and-Cabbage!⁵⁸ …who has no sort of fixed role…neither military…nor militant…nor a professor…nor a grand duke…nor an archbishop…nor a billionaire…nor a Jew…nor a day laborer… Why do you remain standing, over there?… Are you waiting for some sort of role?… What will it take to make you disappear?… Let’s be off now, git along! there… What are you trying to do?… Buck up, let’s be going!… You are an encumbrance! You are grotesque! You are obscene! You are not part of the party!… What the hell are you doing here?… Your very presence here is a disgrace! You foul the air… Don’t you know how to read the symbols?… The tea leaves?… Let’s get a move on! a little get-up-and-go!… The pistols are waiting atop the table!… All of these actors are performing badly!… Don’t remain so insensate!… Know enough to put a decent end to things!… Now is the time!… It’s “five-’til-Jew”!—The Grand Illusion?—L’Univers Israélite isn’t fooling, here where they tell us that it is: 

“…One of the best films ever inspired by war: 

[274] “The Grand Illusion has presented us, this winter, with a fine show on this theme, using a very French symbolism. Two prisoners of war, having very different origins and backgrounds (a working-class Aryan, and a Jewish ‘millionaire’) whose common ordeal has made them both comrades, upon separating, before attempting a dangerous escape: ‘So long, dirty Jew!’ says the one affectionately. ‘So long, old nut!’ the other one vigorously relies. And the two soldiers separate after an emotional embrace. They find each other again… They are reunited…”    

 

Grand Illusion? Grand Illusion? Ah! most certainly yes! the Grand Illusion!… And how! The Enormous Illusion! Beelzebub! Moloch! At your command! the mighty stratospheric hypercube of Illusion! Nom de Dieu! The most utterly supreme illusion of the most phenomenal Pollywog who will ever be loaded onto the overcharged pyrites in the next Bacchanal! The Mongolo-hymie Ideologico-furnace of 1940! 

[275] The American Yankees can be heard raising such a ruckus, creating such an outcry, such a universal uproar (lynchings, petitions, trials, etc.) whenever a nigger embuggers one of them (in public!), but how their women marry themselves into the Jews! and with complete abandon! and as often as possible! a full butt-load! The Jews make prime husbands in the United States. The Jew is vicious, the Jew is rich, the Jew feathers his nest well. The “negrito” Jew is much more low-down than the nigger… 

Yet another prodigious piece of baloney is that famous racial barrier in the USA! A barrier of dicks! But just a minute! I am, in turn, going to tell you a little something about the future: Some day the Jews are going to hurl the niggers, their brothers and their shock troops, against the last remaining white “bosses,” reducing them, completely besotted, into slavery. Harlem will become the “white” section… Niggers on a binge will go down there to have a look-see, and to have the whites dance the “white-wooga-wooga” for them.⁵⁹ 

[276]

“One must have lived in the corridors of Power in order to realize that the world is governed by persons completely different from those which the people imagine.”

—Disraeli-Jew

Prime Minister of England  

Ever since Egypt, since Moses, certain Jews have always been identified for their powers as “prognosticators,” Jews, dervishes, prophets, Hermeticists, incantators, initiates, Talmudists, fetishists, Cabalists, mages, Freemasons, messiahs, amuletists, djibouks, etc., the whole sauce. 

These superhuman specimens form, above Jewry, the super-clan of mystical guides, always listened-to, always followed, in fact the veritable chiefs of the Jewish universe. It is moreover thus with all Asiatic and nigger regimes. The Jews guard all of their black magic under the skin, as their most precious treasure. 

In all of the epochs of upheaval one sees the emergence, it’s automatic, of their respective prophets, their soothsayers, and their Jewish oracles… Nostradamus… Cagliostro… Mesmer… Marat… Marx…etc. These Jews, super-Jews, the “casters of evil spells” even more than other Kikes, seem despite all of their gibberish to possess a certain sense, a premonition of great crises, of great Jewish upheavals… They are the “global Hebraic cataleptics”…their predictions, their warnings are often admirable for their aptness and pertinence. They make mistakes, but often they hit the jackpot… Thus did Nostradamus, before 1620,⁶⁰ announce very clearly the exact date of our great Revolution, of 1793 (the date written)… We would be wrong to laugh… Moses [277] did things well… He bequeathed to his little trachomatous people, not made to see clearly in the same way we do, some very curious armaments, those Cabalistic mysteries which are perhaps not at all

 

as vain, gibbering or phrasemongering as is maintained by our little “experimentalist” pranksters, atheists and positivists, dupes and cuckolds forever. A little spell which will successively overturn for you the Egyptian Empire, the Roman Empire, the French Monarchy, the Napoleonic Empire, the German Empire, the Russian Empire, and tomorrow the British Empire and all of the democracies, is not simply a bit of bad verse… And I haven’t mentioned the Crusades, the Reformation, etc., all of which emerged equally well and good from the same philter… 

Are we still able to find, in our midst today, a few prophets from this great line? …of the same power? …the same caliber? Certainly!… The famous Protocols of the Learned Elders of Zion is nothing other than a prognostication of that genre, one of those Jewish divinatory hysterias, which one might regard with amusement on a first reading, given the extent to which they adopt from the outset the tone, the content, the style of the spasmodic, the heatedness of the Asylum, of the farces of P.G., of writings “from the straitjacket,” of insanity, of a vicious fury, falling into coherency only by accident…and then…and then one discovers that in practice…over time…that they were perfectly reasonable…that those frenzied, fanatical, far-fetched fantasies correspond almost exactly to the way in which events did evolve… That such nightmares have come to superimpose themselves most precisely, geometrically, miraculously upon the evolution of events. And we are amazed… This prognostication by madmen has borne true… One must come to realize that the entirety of our stupidity does not consist solely of credulity, but also of skepticism. Those Protocols published around 1902⁶¹ predict almost exactly all that the Jews have done in the world since then…and the Jews have been doing a lot in the world!… Jewish reality is in its color, its rhythm, expressing itself through trances, it’s the reality of the virgin jungle⁶²… Within this “visionary” genre we have something perhaps even better than the Protocols, more substantial, more concise, more hateful if possible… To wit, the little-known discourse of one Rabbi Rzeichhorn, delivered in 1865 at the Cemetery in Prague, upon the tomb of another great prophetic rabbi, Simeon ben-Yahuda. This text wasn’t reproduced until eleven years later, in The Contemporary, and then in Sir John Radcliff’s Review. The audacity of the authors of this reproduction would carry them along unto [278] Paradise… Sir John Radcliff was killed shortly thereafter, as well as Lasalle,⁶³ the Jewish felon, who had communicated it to him. 

Here are the primary passages of the magnificent composition, in review: 

“Under the manipulation of expert hands, gold will always be the most useful lever for those who possess it, and the object of envy for those who do not. With gold, the most rebellious consciences can be bought, rates of exchange and the price of every product can be fixed, and currency issues by States can be subsidized, which will thereafter be at its mercy. 

“The major banks, all of the world’s Stock Markets, and the debts of every government are already in our hands. The other great power is the press. Through its incessant repetition of certain ideas, the press will make people ultimately admit to their truth. The Theater renders similar services. (The cinema and the Radio⁶⁴ did not yet exist.) The theater and the press are everywhere obedient to our instructions. 

“Through tireless praise of the democratic regime, we will divide the Christians into political parties, and we will destroy the unity of their nations, which we shall inseminate with discord. Impotent, they will submit their law before our Bank, it being always at one with, and always devoted to, our cause. 

 

“We will push the Christians into wars by exploiting their pride and their stupidity. They will massacre one another and thus clear the ground for our implantation of our own. 

“The ownership of land has always procured both power and influence. In the name of equality and social justice, we shall divvy-up the large estates, and we shall give the fragments to the peasants who so desire them with all their hearts, and who will soon run themselves into debt while trying to work them. Our capital will make us their masters. We in turn will become the large landowners, and this possession of land will guarantee us power. (Palestine⁶⁵ is nothing other than a training camp for Jewish Agricultural commissars, come the next World Revolution.) 

“We are doing our best to replace gold with paper money, in circulation; our coffers will take in the gold, and we will regulate the value of the paper, and this is what will make us the masters over the lives of everyone. 

“We count among our number orators who are capable of persuading and whipping-up [279] the enthusiasm of the crowds; we shall sprinkle them amongst the peoples, in order to proclaim those changes which must be made for the felicity of the human race. Through gold and flattery, we will win over the proletariat, whom we shall commission for the annihilation of Christian capitalism. We shall promise the workers salaries of which they had never even dared dream, but we shall also raise the prices of necessary items, to the extent that our profits will be even greater. 

“In this way, we shall set up the revolutions that the Christians will themselves make, and whose fruits we shall gather. 

“Through our gibes, through our attacks, we shall render their priests ridiculous, even odious, and their religion just as ridiculous, just as odious as their clergy. We shall thus become the masters of their souls. Through our pious attachment to our own religion, by our worship, we shall prove to them the superiority of our own souls… 

“We already have our men established in all of the important positions. We have endeavored to supply the goyim with lawyers and doctors; the lawyers remain up-to-date concerning all of their interests; the doctors, once inside the house, become the confessors and the directors of conscience. But above all we are monopolizing education. Through it we shall disseminate those ideas which are useful to us, and we shall refashion brains to our liking. 

“Should any one of our number happen by misfortune to fall under the claws of justice among the Christians, we shall hasten to his aid; we shall seek out whatever evidence is needed in order to save him from his judges, while waiting for the day when we ourselves will be the judges. 

“The monarchs of Christendom are inflated with vanity and ambition, and surrounded by luxury and sizable armies. We shall supply them with all of the money that their follies require, and we will have them on a leash.” 

For the sake of entertainment and the benefit of remembrance, let us recall the primary theses of the Protocols (while remembering that this is in 1902). There is nothing more reinvigorating for the Aryan than such a reading. It does more for our salvation than prayers do in losing it… God knows how much! between Heaven and Earth…  

 

“Encourage reckless luxury, outrageous fashions and foolish expenditures, and gradually erode the ability to take pleasure in simple and healthy things… 

[280] “Distract the masses with popular amusements, games, sporting events, etc., to impede thought by amusing the people. 

“Empoison the mind with corrosive theories; ruin the nervous system through incessant uproar, and weaken the body through inoculation with the viruses of various diseases.” (The little Jew Rosenthal repeats this in The Grand Illusion.⁶⁶) 

“Create universal discontent, and provoke hatred and distrust between social classes. 

“Strip the aristocracy of its ancient traditions, and its lands, and levy high taxes against it, thus forcing it to contract debts; substitute big business types for people of breeding, and everywhere establish the worship of the Golden Calf.  

“Envenom the relations between bosses and workers through strikes and ‘lockouts,’ and thus eliminate any possibility for good relations through which a fruitful cooperation might result. 

“Demoralize the upper classes using every means, and provoke the fury of the masses given the sight of the turpitudes and stupidities committed by the rich. 

“Allow industry to squeeze out agriculture, and gradually transform industry into wild speculation. —Encourage every sort of utopianism with the objective of misleading the people into a labyrinth of impractical ideas. —Raise salaries without any benefit whatever to the worker, in view of the simultaneous augmentation in the cost of living… 

“Create an increase of incidents provoking international suspicion; exacerbate antagonisms between peoples, make hatred flourish, and multiply the amount of ruinous armament. 

“Grant universal suffrage, so that the destinies of nations might be confided to the least educated people. 

“Overthrow all of the monarchies and everywhere establish republics, and conspire so that the most important positions will be entrusted to persons having some dreadful secret to hide, to the effect that those in power will be dominated by the fear of scandal, and of being taken-away by the Police.  

“Gradually abolish every form of Constitution, with the goal of substituting them with the absolute despotism of Communism. 

“Organize vast monopolies into which every fortune will be sunk, until the Hour of political crisis sounds. 

“Destroy all financial stability, multiply the number of economic

 

[281] crises, and prepare the way for universal bankruptcy; halt the wheels of industry; create the collapse of all forms of value; concentrate all of the world’s gold into select hands; leave enormous quantities of capital in absolute stagnation; at the given moment suspend all credit and provoke the panic. Prepare the States for their death agonies, exhaust humanity through suffering, anguish and privation, and using hunger create slaves.” 

All of this coincides, and is in admirable agreement, I believe, with ongoing events. 

The little Jew Blumenthal was thus completely within his rights, in Judisk Tidskrift (No. 57, year 1929), writing so as to let it be known: 

“Our race has given the world a new prophet, but one having two faces and bearing two names. On the one side his name is Rothschild, chief of the big capitalists, and on the other side Karl Marx, the apostle of the enemies of Capitalism.” 

Here are substantial and more to the point exactly correct words. In the important hours of Destiny, when the cards fail… Ostensibly separate, Mr. Rothschild and Mr. Marx find themselves to be in complete agreement, admirably agreed in having us dash off to the front lines, “comrades of comrades,” to have us turned into blood sausages. That’s the cute rule of the Jewish game, of the Supreme Jewish Theater. Act One: the dispute… Act Three…perfect agreement as we divvy-up the entrails. 

Trotsky-Mexico will, to be sure, be in complete agreement with Litvinov-Moscow, Baruch-Washington and Samuel-City,⁶⁷ at the supreme moment admirably so, as to the bloodshed, ours, in having us file before Hitler’s machine guns. Not a farthing’s worth of difference is allowable in this regard. The parade of deadly hatred, amongst the Jews themselves, is a decoy for us cuckolds…for Durand…for Corporal Peugeot. It’s completely official, proven a hundred times over, through irrefutable documentation, that the initial decisive funds for the Bolshevik Revolution of ’17, were supplied to Trotsky by American bankers, representing Jewish high finance (12 billion, then 125 billion). 

The same or their descendants who are currently to be found around Roosevelt, the conceited ventriloquist, preparing the Next One… These are the same Jews of the Great Golden Calf who along with the City, New York and Moscow, command the world, war and peace, namely Jacob Schiff, Guggenheim, Baruch, Breitung, Loeb and Co.⁶⁸, Félix Warburg, Otto Kahn, Mortimer Schiff, Hanauer. (Report of the US Secret Service, Second Office, 1917.) 

[282] Perhaps you recall the names of the principal leaders of the Bolshevik Revolution of ’17 —all Jewish. 

“Lenin’s real moniker was Ul’yanov (½ Jewish) – Trotsky (Bronstein) – Zinoviev (Apfelbaum) – Kamenev (Rosenfeld) – Dan (Gurevitch) – Ganezky (Fürstenberg) – Parvus (Helphand) – Uritsky (Pademisky) – Larine (Lurge) – Bohrine (Nathason) – Martinov (Zibar) – Bogdanov (Zilberstein) – Garine (Garfeld) – Suchanov (Gimel) – Kamnlev (Goldmann) – Sagersky (Krochmann) – Riazanov (Goldenbach) – Solutzev (Bleichmann) – Pianitsky (Ziwin) – Axelrod (Orthodox) – Glasunov (Schultze) – Zuriesain (Weinstein) – Lapinsky (Loewensohm). The author desires to add that certain other authors are convinced that Lenin’s mother was a Jewess… Lenin was a Jew (Kalmuk) married to a Jewess (Krupskaya) to whom the children⁶⁹ spoke

 

Yiddish (the Scotland Yard detective Herbert Finch, who in the capacity of a table-boy had spied on Lenin for several months, declared him to be typically Jewish).” Report of the “Secret Service.” 

In The German Bolshevik Conspiracy, page 27, published by the Committee for Public Information, Washington, DC, in October 1918, we learn that: 

“Max Warburg advanced the money to the Bolsheviks: ‘Stockholm…21 September 1917: M. Raphaël Scholak, Haparand⁷⁰: “Dear Comrade. —In response to a telegram from the Westphalian Rhineland Syndicate, the bank of Max Warburg and Co. informs us that a line of credit has been extended to the enterprise of Comrade Trotsky.”’ 

“Jacob Schiff appears to have given twelve million dollars (first installment) to the Russian Revolution of 1917.” 

In the book by Mme. Nesta H. Webster, The Surrender of an Empire, pp. 74-9, we find additional information concerning the rise of Bolshevism. 

“It seems that the real name of the individual mentioned below in Section III under the designation Parvus, is Israël Lazarevich Helphand, a Jew from the province of Minsk, in White Russia.⁷¹ Toward the end of the last century⁷² he participated in revolutionary activity in Odessa. In 1886 he went abroad and, after several peregrinations, he finally arrived in Copenhagen, where he amassed a great fortune as the chief agent for the distribution of German coal in Denmark, working as the go-between for the Danish Social Party. 

[283] “Doctor Ziv, in his Life of Trotsky, relates that while he was in America,⁷³ in 1916, he once asked Trotsky: ‘How’s Parvus doing?…’ Upon which Trotsky laconically replied: ‘He’s in the process of acquiring his twelfth million.’ 

“It was this Jew, a millionaire, who was second only to Karl Marx, as Lenin’s greatest inspiration. It was through the intervention of Parvus that Lenin was sent to Russia. 

“Russia was no triumph of the workers, but seems rather to be only a gigantic investment by Jewish capitalists towards their own personal ends.” 

All of this is not the result of a transitory accord between Jews and Bolsheviks. It went like this everywhere: 

“In Hungary, the primary leaders were the Jews Béla Kun, Agoston Peter, Grunbaum, and Weinstein; in Bavaria, they were called: Kurt Eisner, Loewenberg, Birbaum, and Kaiser; in Berlin the abortive revolution had as its leaders Rosa Luxembourg, Lewisohn, and Moses; in China the Bolshevik organizer was the Jew Borodin-Grusenberg;⁷⁴ in Italy the leading Marxist was the Jew Claudio Trèves; in Brazil the recent Marxist insurrection had as its leaders the Jews Rosenberg, Gardelsran, Gutnik, Goldberg, Strenberg, Jacob Gria and W. Friedmann; and finally in Spain, the red revolution was organized by the Jew Béla Kun, supported by the Jew Rosenberg and ‘legitimized’ before the League of Nations by the Jew Del Vayo.” 

 

And all of these events fall moreover into the sequence that had been foreseen by the Jew Baruch Levi (yet another prophet), in his letter to his friend Karl Marx (whose real name was Karl Mordechai, the son of the Rabbi of Treves): 

“In the new organization of humanity,” wrote Baruch Levi to the author of Jewish socialist doctrine, “the children of Israel will spill out over the entire surface of the globe and shall everywhere become, without opposition, the leading element, particularly if one of them should happen to have imposed a firm control over the working classes. The governments of the nations forming the Universal Republic will effortlessly pass into the hands of the Jews, under the cloak of the victory of the proletariat. Private property will then be suppressed by the governors of the Jewish race, who will everywhere be in control of the public funds. Thus the Talmudic promise will be fulfilled, in that until the time of the Messiah has arrived, the Jews [284] will possess the goods of all of the peoples of the Earth.” (Letter cited in the Revue de Paris, 1^st of June 1928, page 574.) 

The big Jews are proud, seeing nothing blameworthy in their Bolshevik Revolution of ’17, the Grand Rabbi Juda L. Magnes, of New York, in 1919, here making us privy to his joy: 

“The radical qualities which are innate to the Jew take things to their extremes, bringing forth in Germany a Marx and a Lassalle, a Haas and an Eduard Bernstein⁷⁵; in Austria it brings forth a Victor Adler and a Friedrich Adler, and in Russia a Trotsky. Look at the current situation in Germany and in Russia. The Revolution set the Jew’s creative forces into motion, and you can see how great a contingent of Jews has immediately readied itself for the battle. Socialists, Revolutionaries, Mensheviks, Bolsheviks, Majoritarian Socialists, Minoritarian Socialists, whatever the name that they happen to be going under, Jews can be found in all of these parties both as their dedicated leaders and as their rank-and-file workers.” 

In the newspaper The Communist, of Kharkov, No. 72, 12 April 1919, one Mr. Cohen also appears to us as being most content: 

“It can be said without exaggeration that the Great Russian Revolution was the handiwork of the Jews… It was precisely the Jews who led the Russian proletariat into the dawn of the ‘Internationale.’” 

Leaving all of this aside, we try to convince ourselves of a certain whiff of “Ambiguity”…of Carbonarism⁷⁶ by omission…of uncoordinated conspiracies…of extensions of a blank wall…of Mafia…of footsteps above the ceiling…some sort of “Tour de Nesle”⁷⁷…which would provoke you to laughter… That good joke… “You’ve got Jews everywhere”… You would think that due to this, we would know enough not to be left holding the bag… I myself am quite sensible as to that which is ridiculous… But nevertheless, there are the manes…of people, of events…which regroup themselves unmistakably, irrefutably, immediately, implacably, around each one of our catastrophes, of cawing, virulent, relentless, voracious Jews…like the flight of a thousand crows from Hell, unto the very sites of all of our disasters. This has not been made up.      

Extravagances! …polemical gobbledygook! …the ravings of emaciated rabbis…febrile! …the visions of old Cabalists!… Chimaera of the synagogues! …the fleeting coincidences of various nasty deliria! It’s all easily said… 

 

Are you going to tell me in addition that all of these imprecatory flub-dubs date from dark ages…that nowadays all of our important, our [285] most eminent Jews are completely emancipated from the tutelage of their cruddy rabbis, and that our modern Kikes, all of them, are infinitely “progressive” in having broken with all that, and have an insatiable thirst for Experimental Science, Freemasonic Enlightenment, and statistics, and are intellectually super-refined, and liberated…that all of these chortlings and machinations, these super-Cabalistic divinations, elicit only an absolutely condescending smile from them…just as others might condescendingly smile at Transubstantiation, or the Resurrection of Christ… Machinations in sum puerile, of poor djibouks in a jam…oracular superstitions, old creaking detritus off of the Biblical scarecrow…stupidities… 

Perhaps you might also tell me that the Big Jews, of great global Jewish influence, no longer maintain any but the most nebulous relations with their rabbis and their synagogues…rather distant…vague…the absolute minimum…out of ordinary courtesy…and that they have other cats to skin…these important Jews…more serious things… Very well. 

Do you know about the executive power of all the world’s Jewry, known as the “Kahal”?… The Assembly of the Learned Elders of Israel?… Perhaps you recall that Napoleon, disturbed by universal Jewish power, attempted to harness the forces of the Kahal for his benefit, to make the Kahal work for his own Napoleonic global policy, and above all to situate this Kahal in France, under the name of the “Grand Sanhedrin”…and that Napoleon failed, pitifully, and most fatally in this endeavor. (There was always something of the cuckold about Napoleon.) Do you know how the Jew Léon Say, in debate before Parliament later-on, would comment concerning the great Napoleonic defeat, as to what must surely have been the major cause,⁷⁸ the most decisive of all, beyond all doubt, of that great debacle? “The mysterious force of finance which one cannot resist, even when one’s name is Napoleon.” 

As for those of us who are not Napoleon, our lot depends even more so than his upon the good will of the important Jews, the “gray eminencies.” It would be far from idiotic to suppose that our destiny is certainly being discussed even now within the consistories of the Kahal, and in the Lodges as well if not even more so. To be precise, in France, the Central Consistory is directed by Grand Rabbi Israël Lévi. The President having no lord lesser than the King of France himself, would be to wit Baron Edouard de Rothschild… The Vice-Presidencies are held by MM. Bloch-Laroque and Helbronner [286] (an Advisor of State)… You see how one remains sufficiently practicing even in very high positions… The Treasurers are MM. Oualid and Weisweiller (they’ll never get into too much difficulty)… The members of the Central Consistory represent not only Paris, but also the little “Kahals” of the various regions of France, the Lodges…etc.  

Here is the roster from the Annuaire 1937-38 (of which absolutely nothing is secret). 

Aboucaya, Léon. 

Bader, Maurice. 

Baur, Marcel. 

Blum, Jules.

 

Bodenheimer, Henri. 

Brisac, Jules. 

Cahen, Adolphe. 

Cahen, Albert. 

Cahen d’Anvers. 

Debre, Simon, Grand Rabbin. 

Dorville, Armand. 

Ducas, Raymond. 

Eudlitz, Moise, Dr. 

Hayem, Jules. 

Helbronner, Paul. 

Jacob, Elie. 

Klein, Dr. 

Leven, Georges. 

Matchou, Dr. 

Merzbach, Georges. 

Moch, Fernand. 

Mossé, Armand. 

Naiditch, Isaac. 

Nedjar, Maurice. 

Olchanski, R.-A. 

Propper, Michel. 

Rothschild, Robert (Baron de). 

Salzedo, Mosès A. 

Sananès.

 

Sée, Jacques. 

Simon, Jules. 

Trèves, André, Dr.

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Weill, Mathieu. 

Wormser, Georges. 

Sachs, à Paris. 

Bakouche, André; Constantine. 

Behr, Simon; Nancy (Meurthe-et-Moselle). 

Geismar, Pierre; Neuilly-sur-Marne. 

Kahn, André; Lunéville. 

Lajeunesse, Henri; Lille. 

Lang, René; Lyon. 

Messiah, B.; Saint-Pierre-les-Elbeuf (S. Inf.). 

Risser, Gaston; Rouen. 

Seches (Grand Rabbin); Lyon. 

Seiligmann, André; Vaucouleurs (Meuse). 

Sommer, Léon; Tours. 

Wormser, Achille; Dijon. 

The Masonic Lodges have always counted among their adherents a very large contingent of “upwardly-mobile brothers,” simple little beings eager to improve their small stakes…their material subsistence…to assure and to augment their “money belts,” their petty ambitions on display…aspiring little despotic bosses… They constitute the infantry, the great cohort of Freethinker underlings. 

Evidently nothing is demanded of these poltroons, these wayward little camel-jockey pimps, other than to sputter forth “to all and sundry,” that poxy electoral gibbering…that regurgitation of demagogic formulations, all shit forth for drunken Robots… They do all of that!… No expense will be spared in order to initiate them, these wood lice, into the Grand Designs. The Israelite Consistory has formed them expressly, creating them towards that end, for the study and the effectuation of the Grand Jewish Designs. They thus constitute an elite. They are no longer just a little gang of sly and cunning crooks, fare-dodging, neo-Jesuitical, overblown, and overrated, as they swarm, inevitably, in the depths of all of the Lodges… Reflectively shiny

 

pigeons… But no! But no!… Very few postmen, waiters, excavators, fire chiefs, or schoolteachers are amongst these eminencies… No one but persons of high social station, highly cultured, already satisfied, supersaturated by common men’s pleasures…face, ass, salon, etc., being the pleasures of Ministers… 

Amply liberated from all material concerns, these veritable “Learned Elders”⁷⁹ might allow themselves to be seen, very high up, and from very far away… [288] Frenchmen, these are your masters!… They already occupy the position… But at the same time Communist?… And why not?… Certainly!… 

Communistic more or less… What the Devil! They all may as well be Doriotists, or Laroquists… Whatever you want…to the extent that it matters!… Mr. Baron de Rothschild (Maurice) cast his vote in the Senate, absolutely the same as Cachin,⁸⁰ for the ratification of the Franco-Soviet Pact… Baron James de Rothschild, the Mayor of Compiègne,⁸¹ stands down in favor of a Popular Front candidate, just as the legislative elections come around… A guy’s got to do what a guy’s got to do… 

But what exactly is the role of this Consistory? …central?… I’ll show you… 

“It deliberates and makes decisions concerning the situation brought about by events; it decides upon those measures which it deigns to apply. In this way it insinuates itself into the daily life of every Jew, and by it he is directed, in every aspect to some extent. And in this way as well is the activity of each member of the Jewish Community exercised, in the manner indicated by the Cabal, and in the exclusive interests of Judaism.” 

There, now do you understand, Corporal Peugot?… As soon as the next firing range opens “For the Liberation of Peoples,” and for a France ever more free and happy, you are certainly going to fall for it!… The opening jig, as usual my friend, will be for your cuckold’s thorax! It should be said!… The Consistory and all of the little friends of the Consistory have their democratic eyeballs fixed, hypnotized, upon your guts! Ah! just like the English! No more so! …but no less!… Is it War or Peace?… A pair of Jewesses!… 

In conclusion, French “Commies,” you will be going off to war, at the exact hour chosen by your absolute lord and master, Mr. Baron de Rothschild...upon the hour fixed, in full agreement, with his sovereign cousins in London, New York and Moscow. It is he, Mr. de Rothschild, who will sign your Decree of General Mobilization, through that intermediary person, his puppet-proxy-Minister of trembling plume. 

Ah! If only we still had a few balls, here in France…some little thing for us to say… Ah! If only we were still able to reedit the “Timid Supplication”⁸²… But we can no longer do anything…no longer say a single word… We will go crawling upon our knees…the rope around our necks…all the way to the Consistory…more humbly than anyone else…to beg them to spare us…for one more year…eighteen months…so that peace might be brought about through us once and for all… “The Aryan Peace”… 

[289] What is it that we have to give?… The two hundred famous families, Whether Aryan or non-Aryan, these I will let you have! I won’t keep a single one!… I will make of them, from me to you, a most royal present… I won’t cry over their diseased exit! Rest well assured! All of the Patenôtres, Lederlins, Dupuys… Renaults… Wendels… Schneiders… Michelins and tutti Cotys… But you can haul them all away… I don’t need them for anything… I assure you… Only

 

insofar as you find all of this amusing, I would then ask you that at the same time we play fair! fair play all the way to the end!… Let us not forget the Consistory in this all-’round skinning…nor those fine families associated with it… Nor the great exploitative Kikeish financial trusts… L. L. Dreyfus (multibillionaires) for example, nor the Baders and their consorts…those great friends of MM. Blum… But no!… But no!… No way!… My appetite will not be satiated by a few associates and terrified remnants…the scapegoats of already-fled entities… Turk’s-head candies… But let’s see! Nope!… I reject this “going with the flow”!… I want something of substance!… Something real! …those truly responsible! …the “Cabalistic hard-liners”… I have a hunger!⁸³… An enormous hunger!… A truly totalitarian hunger!… A global hunger!… A hunger for Revolution!… A hunger for planetary conflagration!… For the activation of all of the hecatombs in the Universe! Surely a divine appetite! Biblical!… 

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“Neither promise nor agreement obligates the Jew with regard to Christians.”

– The Talmud   

Currently there’s the rather extensive article on that handsome Thorez⁸⁵…on the cover of My Life…his rather large mug freely offered… Boubouroche in triumph… Incredible! …in shirt sleeves…ample in warmth…ample in flesh…amply vain…amply chubby-cheeked…the ideal Aryan for the Jewish prestidigitator… The dreamt-of cuckold… The newly-promoted sergeant…delighted…exultant…“on a roll”…the maiden voyage! …glittering with the stripe… For pity’s sake!… 

What a splendid piece of work to have walking about in a cage of vampires! What a propitious, savory turkey! Poor innocent super-puppet!… See the Baby-Führer right here!… The anointed anointer! …who is going to play our poor little part, already so compromised, on the international checkerboard?…against the cabal of political horse-traders, diplomats, “idols,” and Jewish commissars, the most cunning, the most perverse, the most obfuscating, the most corrupt, sinister, menacing, venomous, and scorpion-like imaginable!… An assemblage of rogues, djibouks, double agents, magicians, she-asses, illusionists, charlatans, the most comprehensive, the best camouflaged, the best assorted, the most racist, the most impudent on the planet, of proven con-men, well-practiced, bewitching, official, officious, highly-placed, within the sinister intrigue, of magic, hundred-fold dissembly, evasion, the hundred thousand Asiatic sleights of hand, the tarot of assassination, the mirage-filled deserts…of headless cadavers…of ropes from which no one is currently hanging…of words leading to nothing…of false trunk-lids…of smoke signals… Unsurpassable virtuosi in all of the arcana and pitfalls of casuistry…unimaginable acrobats within all of the catacombs and dungeons… The very quintessence of the most infinitely vicious criminal gangsters in the Universe… And who is then going to defend our interests? …our bones, our pathetic “plots”… Who? That Bunch?… Shit!… This is going badly!… This is going very badly!… A single monosyllable is all that is necessary for the Kikes. 

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The non-Jews were created in order to serve the Jew day and night.

—The Talmud

 

The Jews in France, either directly or by proxy, possess the following Trusts that dispose of 750 billion of the 1,000 billion franc French national fortune:

Trust: Banks and Gold⁸⁶

 

• Food

 

• Luxury Items from Paris⁸⁷

 

• Furriers

 

• Dressmaking and Hosiery

 

• Petroleum and its Derivatives

 

• Furniture

 

• Shoes

 

• Transport and Railroads

 

• Electricity

 

• Water and gas

 

• Chemical and Pharmaceutical Products

 

• Telegraphic Agencies

 

• Narcotics

 

• Armaments

 

• Poison Gas

 

• Major grain Elevators and Mills

 

• Wheat

 

• Journalism and the Press

 

• Articles of Worship

 

• Leather-working 

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• Book Publishing

 

• Dime Stores

 

• Theaters (playwrights and facilities)

 

• Cinema (Studios)

 

• Trade Fairs (Black marketeers)
 

• Automobiles (drivers’ education)

 

• Sponges and Brush Fibers

 

• Jewelry

 

• Real Estate Speculation

 

• Usury and Swindle

 

• Radio Stations

 

• Political Organizations

 

• Art Objects and Antiques

 

• Franchise Chains

 

• Photographic Supplies

 

• Mineral Water

 

• Real Estate Agencies

 

• Department Stores

 

• Fashion and Haute Couture

 

• Insurance

 

• Leather and Furs

 

• Coal Mines

 

• Aircraft Engines and Components

 

• Transoceanic Shipping Companies

 

• Medical Optics

 

• Haberdasheries

 

• Clothiers

 

• Foundries and Forges

 

• Natural Resources (a global trust)

 

• Major Breweries 
 

• Tourism (Major Hotels, spas, Casinos, etc.)

 

• Sugar Refineries

 

• Military Adjudication

 

• Vacuum Tubes

 

• Liberal Professions (the education thereof)

 

• and the French Church!⁸⁸ and the Pope!

 

One would have to be more oblivious than a week-old calf not to admit that, under these circumstances, the Jews [293] are certainly our tyrants…absolute, in that they absolutely, sovereignly decide concerning our existence or our suppression: Revolution, war, famine. In any publicly owned company, once one of the stockholders acquires a majority (an overwhelming majority) of the shares, it is he who commands, and the others who obey.  Just so many fragile pollywogs. And we are not even pollywogs, we others…non-stockholders! …sub-pollywogs! 

[294] We must never forget that: 

“It is to Freemasonry that one must credit the Republic of that epoch; it was the Masons and the Lodges which made the Republic.”

– Convention of the Grand Orient de France, 1887.  

“The first act of the Freemasons will be to glorify the Jewish race, which has maintained unadulterated the divine contributions of science. Thus they will depend upon her in the breaking-down of the boundaries.”

– Le Symbolisme (a Masonic magazine), 1926. 

“Freemasonry is a Jewish establishment, whose history, grades, official appointments, passwords, and explanations are Jewish from beginning to end.”

– Rabbi Isaac Wise

Israelite of America, 1886. 

“The International Revolution is Freemasonry’s work for tomorrow.”

– Bulletin Officiel de la Grande Loge de France, October 1922. 

 

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“The men of power in this century⁸⁹ do not conduct affairs only with Governments, Kings, and Ministers, but also with secret Societies. At the last moment they can set all accords at nothing. They have agents everywhere, agents without scruples, who could be called upon for assassination. They could, if they judged it appropriate, orchestrate a massacre.”

– Disraeli, English Prime Minister. 

“The spirit of Freemasonry is the spirit of Judaism in its most fundamental beliefs; it’s in its ideas, it’s in its language, it’s almost its very organization.”

– Le Vérité Israélite. 

“Masonry is nothing more, nothing less than the revolution in action, a permanent conspiracy.”

– Initiation Secrets to the 33^rd Degree.

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“The messianic epoch will be that glorious epoch in which the extermination of the Christians and Gentiles will be accomplished.”

– Grand Rabbi Ahabanel. 

All the same, it is enough to regard, a little more closely, that lovely mug of the Kike, either male or female, of quite ordinary attribute, in order to fix it in your mind forever… Those spying eyes with their wan cast…that fixed smile…those lips so reminiscent: of a hyena… And then all of a sudden that look which is cast, heavy, leaden, stupid…the nigger’s blood which circulates within… Those forever unquiet nasolabial conjunctures…fluctuating, lined, reproachful, defensive, and then erupting into hatred and disgust…for you! …for you the abject animal, of the enemy race, accursed, to be destroyed… Their noses, their “toucan’s beak” of the swindler, the traitor, the felon, that nose of Stavisky,⁹⁰ Barmat, Tafari⁹¹…of all of the low-down schemes, all of the betrayals, which lead-off towards, lower into, and weigh upon the mouth, their hideous slot, that rotten banana, their croissant, the lurid Kikeish smile, so gutter level, so slimy, even in beauty pageants, the profile of the sucking proboscis: the Vampire… It is but a matter of zoology! …elementary!… It’s your blood that these ghouls are after!… It’s enough to make you scream…to jump with a start, if there remains the least little inkling of instinct in your veins, if anything goes around in your flesh and in your head, other than lukewarm boilerplate rhetoric, rife with petty deceptions, marinated in alcohol… Such facial expressions as one finds on the mugs of the Jews, you should know, are not improvised, they do not date only from yesterday or from the Dreyfus Affair… They surge forth from the depths of the ages, in order to horrify us, and [297] to drag us into miscegenation, into bloody Talmudic quagmires, in sum unto the complete Apocalypse!… 

Unhappiness of the Damned! Die then impossible creature!… Reject! You no longer start with fright even at the sight of such monsters! Don’t you see your torture and your death inscribed, in the lines on those visages? What mirror do you then need?… In order to see your own death?… 

 

All of these uglinesses certainly mean something. Observe! Even if you are too lazy to read-up on it in the books, at least learn how to decode and to read in the faces of the Jews, the warrant put out on you, the Warrant, the Animated Advertisement, grimacing, for your extermination. 

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We have something a thousand, nay a hundred thousand times worse than

the Fermiers Généraux.⁹² We have the Jews and the Freemasons. 

Jews! Fixe!

You do not want for imagination!

You have it by leaps and bounds!

I am not cagoulard ⁹³ Nº 1.

I am not paid by Göring.

Nor by Musso⁹⁴ nor by Tardieu!…

Not even by Mr. Rothschild! (Anything is possible)

I have not been paid by anyone…

I will Never be paid by anyone.

I do not want to establish any party.

I do not want to climb upon a platform.

I do not want to dominate anyone.

I do not need money.

I do not want power.

Truly I do not want anything.

But I am in my own country, and the Jews are getting on my nerves,

And their machination give me the shits.

I have said it clearly, in my own way…

Just as I think. 

At ease! 

Fixe!…

If all of the Jews were turned back, if they were transferred

To Palestine along with their Freemasonic patrons—who adore them so—

We would cease to be “Untouchables”

In the country of the Negrito Emirs…

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We would have neither war, nor bankruptcy…

Until after a long while has passed…a long while…a very long while…

And we would have plenty of vacant situations…immediately

Right now…in truth the best…

Our children would no longer need

To go begging, supplicating…

To the Jews…the Freemasons…and other brain-eating tapeworms…

Vermin, “Farmer-worms”⁹⁵ of the Common Flesh…

For some little ones only a pittance remains…

Alms…charity…

They would no longer need to supplicate the Jews

To pretty please be allowed to live…

To subsist, on their own territory, just a little while longer…

A reprieve! Before going off to die for them…

For their deviltries, their farces, their complexes…

The prodigious feasts

By the Jewish octopuses

In the terrible furious battles

In the great Cabalistic furnaces. 

At ease! 

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In days of yore, when the Jews became stubborn or insolent, the Kings became cruel. When the Jew Simon did not want to make his treasure available to King Henry III, the King had him summoned, and had seventeen of his teeth pulled out, separating each of the extractions with the demand: “Lend me your treasure…” 

The Jew relented after the seventeenth tooth. This means of borrowing has been abandoned by modern Chiefs of State, but in order not to lose the precedent, the men of finance have applied it to their fashion of lending. 

Today, it is the men of high finance (the Jews) who, in effect, wrench-out the teeth of governments until they deliver unto them the moneys of their citizens. 

This latter counterbalances the former. 

Under Louis XV and Louis XVI, the trend towards equality became the acceptable thing, finance rose in prestige, and dignity declined. The masses were skinned alive, but the talents of individuals were made to flourish. 

Today the latter and the former are dying equally. 

(Extract from A History of the Men of Finance, by John Grand Carteret.) 

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Hey there! Listen up, Jewry! the entire Mascaille! 

So you want to cover me with garbage! I hear your tawdry surreptitious doings! your riflings-through! your screwings-over of your wastebaskets! How dimwitted and stupid you are! More flatulent! More cowardly! More vile than a herd of rhinos panicking in a sty! 

What a fine thing it is to say! What a fine thing it is to shove along! What a fine thing it is to do! “Princes!” ⁹⁶ What a fine thing it is to kill! She-asses! Nutballs! High priests of treason! 

Fellow workmen! Cry it out like a wheelwright! 

Ding! Ding! Dong! 

May you get it in the ass! 

Chiming of the bells! Charades! Whirlwinds!

[Proceed to page 177.]

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Notes:

¹ The preceding refer to the director Louis Verneuil (Louis Jacques Marie Colin du Bocage, 1893-1952), and to the dramatist Marcel Achard (Marcel Augustin Ferréol, 1899-1974).

² I.e., sacramental “Host.”

³ OV: “fermiers-généraux.”

⁴ Facetiously refers to the Paris Exposition of 1937.

⁵ OV: “C.G.T.”

⁶ Refers to François Félix Faure (1841-99), President of France, 1895-99.

⁷ Built by Stalin using impressed labor.

⁸ OV: “des Hautes-Alpes” and “la Manche,” which refer to general geographical features as well as to specific départements of France.

⁹ Refers to the Place across the Seine from the Eiffel Tower, and adjacent to the two halves of the Palais de Chaillot. A pavillion for exhibitions once occupied  this site.

¹⁰ Refers to a set of outdoor sculptures which were emblematic of the Exhibition.

¹¹ Refers both to André Gustave Citroen (1878-1935), and to the automotive corporation that he established. 

¹² Alludes to the illuminated advertising formerly mounted upon the sides of the Eiffel Tower (c. 1920s-’50s), of which Citroen’s was a notable exemplar.

¹³ Refers to Nogent-le-Rotrou, a small city west of Paris.

¹⁴ Facetiously refers to a tall, cylindrical public sculpture, reminiscent of a giant asparagus sprout, once standing in the Place du Trocadéro, at the entrance to the 1937 Paris Exhibition. See also p. 76 (125).

¹⁵ This can no longer be true, given the exponential population growth that has transpired in the “Third World” since 1937. Céline’s rant should here be seen as being anti-urban, rather than as a comparative critique of Paris in particular.

¹⁶ Refers to the Cemetery on the eastern end of Paris.

¹⁷ Note the previous allusion to this lyric, on page 16 (bottom).

¹⁸ 1931-35.

¹⁹ OV: “les hommes du péritoine.”

²⁰ Sardonically refers to the literary style of Georges Duhamel.

²¹ Sardonically refers to the literary style of Marcel Proust.

²² In 1182.

²³ In 1306.

²⁴ In 1394.

²⁵ Raymond Poincaré, President (1913-20) throughout WWI, also held various cabinet posts, including Premier and Minister of Finance, on-and-off at various other times.

²⁶ Refers to André Tardieu (1876-1945), French politician and journalist (Le Figaro), Clemenceau supporter, Premier (1929-30, 1932).

²⁷ Refers to a venerable establishment in Paris.

²⁸ I.e., a member of the National Convention (1792-95).

²⁹ Refers to the Paris Commune, of May 1871.

³⁰ This is not an exact quote, nor a complete citation. Leviticus 26:41 serves as a back-reference for Daniel 12:2. Viz.: Nave’s Study Bible (KJV; 1907, rpt. 1978), Daniel 12:1-3, plus note attaching to Daniel 12:2. 

³¹ Alludes to the film of 1937.

³² Refers to the American divorcée Wallis Simpson, fiancée (later wife) of Edward VIII (abdicated); was never actually formalized as Queen.

³³ Refers to the already-active East Asian Theater of the nascent WWII.

³⁴ This practice of restraint would later fall into disuse, under the influences of television advertising and looser moral codes.

³⁵ Trotsky would be assassinated in 1940, some three years after this writing.

³⁶ Refers to the Spanish Civil War (1936-39), ongoing during the writing of Bagatelles.

³⁷ OV: “franco,” meaning “free of charge,” double entendre with Franco of aforementioned Spanish Civil War.

³⁸ See: “Where the Jews Fail,” Forum and Century, Sept. 1937, pp. 99-104. Also see: Reader’s Digest, Oct. 1937. The selection, as  presented above, has been reverse translated from Céline, rather than copied from the original.

³⁹ Feuerlicht makes the overly facile equation (as does Céline himself) of ancient Hebrews with modern Jews, which, though common, is inaccurate.

⁴⁰ I.e., Stalin’s second wife.

⁴¹ OV: “Carmagnole,” referring to both a uniform and a popular tune during the French Revolution.

⁴² Figurative attribution.

⁴³ Refers to Monrovia, the capital of Liberia, and to the level of culture attaching thereto.

⁴⁴ Or, “occult.”

⁴⁵ I.e., a Muslim noble ranking just below Sultan.

⁴⁶ John 8:44. KJV: “Ye are of (your) father the devil, and the lusts of your father ye will do. He was a murderer from the beginning, and abode not in the truth, because there was no truth in him. When he speaketh a lie, he speaketh of his own: for he is a liar, and the father of it.”

⁴⁷ This is a review of the light comedic film of 1937.

⁴⁸ Refers to the noted film of 1937, set during WWI.

⁴⁹ I.e., the Paris Exposition.

⁵⁰ Refers to the immigrant Serge Stavisky, a Ukrainian-Jewish scammer.

⁵¹ Épinal, a city in eastern France, represented the Eastern Frontier during the Belle Époque; “‘Soviet’ Épinal” refers to eastern influences due to in-migrations along that frontier.

⁵² Alludes to the Popular Front, Blum’s center-left ruling coalition. The great number of Jews which it eleveted to high position proved irksome to various rightist groups.

⁵³ Refers to a family involved in the French armaments industry.

⁵⁴ OV: “l’Humanité,” same as the name of the French Communist newspaper.

⁵⁵ Quod erat demonstrandum.

⁵⁶ OV: “Dies irae,” or The Day of Judgment, the Roman Catholic funeral mass.

⁵⁷ Refers to the ancient Greek lyrical poet.

⁵⁸ Alludes to the incompatibility of interests between a goat and a cabbage, thus implying a fence-sitting posture in a given conflict on the part of the designee.

⁵⁹ Also see: Soiled Sheets, p. 19.

⁶⁰ Nostradamus lived 1503-66; “1620” was perhaps a publication date.

⁶¹ OV: “1932,” typographical error (see p. 161).

⁶² OV: “forêt,” lit. “forest.”

⁶³ Not to be confused with the famous explorer (of the 17^th Century).

⁶⁴ OV: “T.S.F.” = “Télégraphie Sans Fils,” or wireless telegraphy, which at that time was understood to include actual physical radio sets (i.e., “the wireless”), as well as broadcasting in general.

⁶⁵ Refers to modern Israel while still under British Mandate.

⁶⁶ Refers to the film of 1937.

⁶⁷ “City,” or “the City” = London’s financial district.

⁶⁸ Refers to the firm of Kuhn, Loeb and Co.

⁶⁹ Although Lenin is not believed to have had any children, other leading Bolsheviks did keep their families at the Kremlin at that time. See: Aliluyeva, p. 227.

⁷⁰ Refers to Haparanda, the Swedish border station across the river from Tornio (Torneå), Finland, at that time an entry point into the Russian Empire.

⁷¹ I.e., Byelorussia, or Belarus.

⁷² I.e., the late Nineteenth Century.

⁷³ Trotsky was in New York at the outbreak of the Revolution in Russia.

⁷⁴ See pp. 195-200, esp. p. 197, of this work.

⁷⁵ Founder of “Revisionist” Marxism.

⁷⁶ Refers to conspiratorial nationalist-revolutionary societies, in Nineteenth-Century Italy.

⁷⁷ Refers to a high chamber where Marguerite of Burgundy (c. 1290-1315) received paramours, after which they were dropped to drown in the Seine. The term is a metaphor for treachery.

⁷⁸ OV: “cause majeure.”

⁷⁹ I.e., the Learned Elders of Zion.

⁸⁰ Refers to Marcel Cachin (1869-1958), a Socialist leader.

⁸¹ Hitler would accept the surrender of the Third Republic in this city, in June 1940.

⁸² Facetiously refers to The (London) Times Supplement.

⁸³ Or, “tooth” (dent).

⁸⁴ Same as p. 177 (302).

⁸⁵ Refers to Maurice Thorez, PCF head, 1930s-60s.

⁸⁶ Both money and actual gold are implied.

⁸⁷ OV: “Articles de Paris,” i.e., luxury items mostly for women, such as perfume, which are advertised as having come from Paris.

⁸⁸ OV: “Lisieux,” a city which is an important site for pilgrimages, and signifies the French (Roman Catholic) Church, in its mystical, pietistic, commercial, and French-Identity aspects.

⁸⁹ The Nineteenth Century is here indicated.

⁹⁰ Refers to Serge Stavisky (b. c.1886, Kiev, emigrated to France, 1900), junk-bond dealer, fraud discovered in 1933, major scandal ensued, d. 1934. Also see pp. 35 (“stavisquerie”), 37 and 155 (269) of this work.

⁹¹ Refers to Haile Selassie, a.k.a. Ras Tafari. Also see pp. 60 (99) and 182 (313) of this work.

⁹² Or “Tax Farmers,” refers to a kind of revenue collector under the Ancien Régime, who foreclosed on estates owing back-taxes.

⁹³ Refers to a hooded far-Right activist, reminiscent of a Klansman.

⁹⁴ I.e., Mussolini (Benito).

⁹⁵ OV: “Fermiers lombricaux” (rhymes with the aforementioned Fermiers Généraux); lombric = earthworm.

⁹⁶ Facetious attribution to wealthy Jews, parallel with the expression “Jewish-American princesses” (“J.A.P.s”), in American parlance.