All The Gods Are Dead Except The

Pig Power In America Was Infuriating, But Pig Power In The Communist Framework Was Awesome And Unaccountable.

I Have Lived Those Lines And I Know That If I Had Not Been Apprehended I Would Have Slit Some White Throats.

The White Youth Of Today Have Begun To React To The Fact That The American Way Of Life Is A Fossil Of History. What Do They Care If Their Old Baldheaded And Crew-cut Elders Don't Dig Their Caveman Mops? They Couldn't Care Less About The Old, Stiff-assed Honkies Who Don't Like Their New Dances: Frog, Monkey, Jerk, Swim, Watusi. All They Know Is That It Feels Good To Swing To Way-out Body-rhythms Instead Of Dragging Across The Dance Floor Like Zombies To The Dead Beat Of Mind-smothered Mickey Mouse Music.

I Feel That I Am A Citizen Of The American Dream And That The Revolutionary Struggle Of Which I Am A Part Is A Struggle Against The American Nightmare.

The Paper Tiger Hero, James Bond, Offering The Whites A Triumphant Image Of Themselves, Is Saying What Many Whites Want Desperately To Hear Reaffirmed: I Am Still The White Man, Lord Of The Land, Licensed To Kill, And The World Is Still An Empire At My Feet.