The Butcher's Journal

Subject:	I got an A despite myself
Time:	9:36 pm.

English writing class attempt #X ( I end up dropping the class and replacing it with an engineering or science one for some reason or another). First term paper. Descriptive Essay about an Influential person and why are they influential. Just wanted to share because I thought it humorous on a few different levels.

The General Consensus
Every person has their own personal philosophy about life and how it should be lived. It affects not only the decisions that they make, but also their perception of the world in which they live. This philosophy is affected by such things as culture, gender, genetic factors, and religious orientation. Combining many of these factors, it could be suggested that the largest contribution to the personal philosophy of the majority of people is popular thought or general consensus.
Since my childhood, I have had difficulty following this general consensus. Not with such notions as being polite or respecting life, but with the acceptance of organized religion and its validity. I could not understand how the folk faiths and creation myths of certain people, including the Northern Europeans’ Asatru religion, the Greek and Roman pantheon of deities, and many others, could be dismissed as superstitious nonsense while other faiths with equally strange and fantastic myths were accepted as the singular universal truth for all of humanity, such as Christianity. The search for answers led me to begin studying philosophy through the works of such greats as Kant, Nietzsche, and Kierkegaard. But none of these great men could be of as much of a help in the construction of my own personal code of morals, ethics, and personal philosophy as the late Anton LaVey.
As a young man of roughly 16 years of age, I happened to go to a friend’s house that was airing a duo of films that we thought would delve deep into a macabre world of black magic and the occult. The films were entitled “The Occult Experience” and “Satanis: The Devil’s Mass”. Morbid curiosity urged me to watch these films despite my mind conjuring up images of wild eyed black robed cultists armed with razor sharp daggers conducting rituals with the blood of children and innocent virgins. However, in place of the horror film violence and suspense that we were expecting, we instead found documentaries of comparative religion. Opposed to the image of ravenous and bloodthirsty pagans and heathens that popular Christian thought fostered, all of the people involved, including Thomas and Lilith Aquino, Margot Adler, and Anton Lavey were all very articulate, mild mannered and polite. Moreover, despite the theatrical opening of “The Occult Experience” with H. R. Giger and an exhibition of his dark and disturbing art, the remainder of the films’ content was more reminiscent of a PBS documentary than works of occult horror.
A friendly yet unassuming looking bald man with a black goatee sat and fielded questions in a Midwestern drawl in a number of scenes in both films. It took me quite some time to realize that this was indeed Mr. LaVey. My preconceived notions had been colored by popular ignorant thought and I had expected to see some severe Transylvanian Bela Legosi type figure as LaVey. Instead I found some kindly looking Midwestern gent speaking about the history of organized religion, and its dogma and trappings being merely a tool for the current ruling class to keep the masses in line. His voice was soft and pleasant as he continued on with thought that this idea was not something to be lamented, but that indeed any realist should accept that those who are in power wish to remain there, and will use whatever means are at their disposal to do so. This resounded very deeply with me as I had not frequently heard people with the courage to un-apologetically voice an unpopular opinion, much less one that I myself have had.
During other parts of the film, people of various ethnic backgrounds and ages that lived near Mr. LaVey were interviewed. I thought it touching and interesting when a friendly blondish woman in her early forties with a Slavic accent spoke about Mr. LaVey. She made an attempt to keep from smiling, but the smile could still be seen in her eyes as she spoke about his immaculate dress, his making a very good first impression, and soft pleasant voice. She could hide her smile no longer as she explained that he seemed to be a very nice man but that something had to be wrong with him and that she could not trust him because of his religious proclivities. She struck me as a very pleasant woman who could enjoy a friendship with Mr. LaVey if she could get past her own religious prejudices.
A number of clergy from various denominations were interviewed as to their opinion of and critiques of Mr. LaVey’s “church”. During each and every one of these interviews, it is obvious by the somber facial expressions and serious tone of voice that these obviously intelligent and learned religious figures are speaking from the heart. Yet all of them, bar none, fail to even examine and debunk the tenets and philosophy of the church that they are lambasting. Instead, they parrot the view of their respective church in regards to what their church states that Satanists teach and believe instead of getting the truth from the source. Some of the statements of the Christian church about the tenets of Mr. LaVey’s church are actually patently false. This highlighted to me that good intentions can be derailed by ignorance and that I need to be very discerning about the information that I choose to accept as truth. First hand information is indubitably the most reliable.
While I am not a card holding member of his “Church”, I can without a doubt state that Anton LaVey had a huge impact on me, both directly and indirectly. Pictures of this supposedly evil character posing in the frame holding one of his many large pet cats, stroking it lovingly, are a far cry from the Mephistophelian image of a cloven hoofed demon that popular thought cast him as. (He was even cast as the Devil in the film “Rosemary’s Baby”).The soaring and angelic sounds of his organ rendition of Bach’s “Toccata and Fugue in D Minor” and his playing of Wagner’s powerful “Die Walkure” are miles away from the pounding repetition of the Heavy Metal music that is attributed to him and followers of his philosophy. With as off the mark as it was in this one matter that I had learned a bit about, it became obvious to me that I needed to educate myself in regard to as many things as I could instead of accepting a possibly flawed popular view. Truthfully, the general consensus doesn’t really have that great of a track record anyway. A mere one hundred and fifty years ago women were not trusted with the duty to vote and men of African descent were not even considered human beings.
A second lesson that I took from Mr. LaVey is that being prejudiced toward another group of people, regardless of the reason, is an unfortunate roadblock. This is true even if the reason for exclusion or mistrust is currently socially acceptable. After all, it may merely be a matter of time before the current social pariah is accepted into the collective. Such is true for non-European ethnic groups, members of religions that were formerly unpopular (Judaism for example), women who wanted the right to vote, and people with non-traditional sexual orientations. Today’s bugaboo could very well be tomorrow’s truth.

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Subject:	fitness and fatness
Time:	9:46 pm.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x98jCBnWO8w

Working out in the traditional gym sense has always been an ego trip. Get big muscles that you can flex. Scare dudes and make girls panties gush. Quick explosive actions see improvement, but swimming in a pool or trying to climb or hike, or do any other action that requires more than 2-3 minutes of uninterrupted muscular effort are severely impeded. Swim two laps and all of those big muscles pump and begin to cramp. Can barely do a pull up, if even at all, because of the sheer mass of one's body. In a fight, a punch generates so much pressure that sure you can knock someone out in one blow, but you invariably break your hand at least.(my bro Chuck who is a superhog hit someone so hard that he broke his hand, wrist and forearm.)

Im a fucking dumptruck right now, but even in this horrible condition I can still out perform most people I work out with in the cardio department. I can perform physically demanding sets on the drums for hours and hours uninterrupted. Why haven't I thought of working toward this smaller cardio-monster ideal instead of a massive hulk who has lost even the flexibility necessary to wipe his own ass. I hit it hard for even a few months and I can feel that horrible loss of flexibility.

Seeing this video and reading a bit about the "martial" art Parkour has made me realize that I have been setting unrealistic and unnecessary fitness goals for myself. Useless ones with no utility in the real world. I am going to become a cardio monster. Wish me luck.

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Subject:	my Mercenary nature---shifting senses and tenses and subjects
Time:	11:48 pm.

It becomes possible nightmare as the proverbial cat chases its tail in circular thought. I am modern archetype vibrating through time. From an earlier source. From a time when my brothers and sisters were riding the wings of battle for the highest bidder. Of course the wages paid were not always of a monetary nature. Just as the modern day patriot needs his flag, so too did my ancient contemporaries need their reason to wage bloody battle. Many times the only pay was the knowledge that your woman love and children would not be impaled upon blades or taken as slaves and breeding apparatus. Visceral images haunt my thoughts of a beautiful white skinned red haired lover from another time screaming and crying in near hysterics as she does her best to shield and protect the children hanging from her bosom and clinging to her legs. All the while blood fire and death surrounds her and them as pitched battle is waged.

Other times it is money paid, or more justly stated, the status and freedom that comes with having money that purchases my blade. It was the tradition of many of my ancestors to live thusly. I half know that a great number of my ancestors lived mercenary existences, partly because of my trust in history books written by a number of people regarding ancient European history, and partly because of a "gut feeling". This gut feeling could just as easily be explained by one person as a romanticized feeling toward more martial times, which do indeed interact so much more splendidly with my sensibilities than many aspects of modern life. But just as easily could it not be explained by some sort of metagenetic memory encoded in my blood. In that small portion of the human genome that is not understood by modern science. That unknown portion, after all, is 95% of the genome...

I find it funny that the new religion modern man has created for himself, science, is just as foolishly followed to an extreme. True, as far as vehicles in which to view the universe around oneself go, Science is tons better than belief in ancient fairy tales/myths/parables as universal truth. But many people who use science to argue dogmantic and rigid universal truths also seem to forget that many scientific ideas thought of as truth in one generation are proven to be untrue in another era. Basically ANYTHING that science shows as "truth" now MUST have the words: "according to the data available at THIS TIME so and so or such and such appear to be the most likely reason for so and so or such and such to occur." attached to it. Matters of opinion are not matters of fact. But whats with most peoples sanity and ability to deal with the world around themselves eroding when subjected to this idea?

Perhaps it is the rigidity of social hierarchical constructs or dogmatic religious monoliths. I think these things the culprit as well in my own personal dealings. As a modern day mercenary, I wage battle on different fronts. Music is a fine example.
I play in RAC bands because I am good friends with the guys in the groups, find a level of fulfillment in playing music for a small counterculture group that takes heat for being what they are, and because there is a real chance for violence to erupt whenever we play a gig, given how despised WP skinheads are by the general public. I feel no guilt or discongruency from the fact that I don't consider myself a Nazi, and indeed have different political and social views than 90+% of my audience.
I play in garage jazz noise and harsh industrial noise bands because I have a desire to network with other musicians in my general area, as well as a desire to play the drums in non-traditional ways, all the while participating in a musical experience that defies rigid definitions and genre classifications. I do this despite the fact that I've driven over 100 miles one way for a gig and made 5 dollars, or 0 dollars. Also despite the fact that I do not enjoy a decent portion of the groups that I do see live. My payment is exposure to musicians of a non traditional nature that I can work with later on my own projects.

Someday I will create an aural attack of the senses that will leave the listener questioning the world around themselves, as well as their sanity and the nature of the universe. This will indeed be a blow mightier than any single swing of the sword!

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Subject:	Random Television experience
Time:	12:23 am.

Television is usually a waste of time. But this "Trading Spouses??" show is pretty damn entertaining. What the fuck is that show called? The one where the wife goes and lives with a different family for a week and then come back and share the experience.
The first of two episodes dealt with that crazy religious gap toothed religious weirdo on a second show go-around (This is the same weirdo broad that got airplay a few years ago for having to go stay with a spiritually open minded pagan family or some such) with a "black power" family. They actually used the term "black power". The black wife was moderately cool. A niggerish stereotype of black person as hustler/money shark comes to full bore at the comclusion of the show when the family actually get pissed and moan and lament the fact that the $50 thousand dollars that they got for the show was going to go to their daughter for her 18th birthday. Oh college and getting your adult life started 'n shit is all fine and dandy, but this house has some broke ass shit in it. Thats after the black man projects all of his hate of the white man opressing the black man for thousands of years onto a gap toothed bible touting white fatty. Pick on a house guest that you are getting paid $50 thousand dollars to entertain for 3 days to the point that even your friends that share the same political views as you even tell you to lay off the bitch. Why take the opportunity to show the beauty of your own culture to someone that is most surely ignorant to it? Why try to show them why you are so appreciative of it and justify your anger by showing a person some of the inequities that get you so angry? Better to just rattle off statistics about education and incarceration levels and parrot the party's stance on things. Better to just be hateful for hateful's sake and re-enforce that stereotype of the racialist as well. Thanks a ton nigger! (hahaha!)

The second show was even better. Morally sanctimonious vegan broad from San Diego talks about how open minded she is for being a vegan the mocks the gaudy clothes and home trappings of the woman from Louisiana. She tries to "help" the boy child with his homework and gives him wrong answers. When the child corrects her with the RIGHT answer, she gives him the smug "I'm a grown up and know more than you do sweetie" bullshit. He sticks with his answers because he knows shes such a fucking turd. She preaches veganism to the point of showing some fucking PETA movie to a group of assembled guest. Probably that theatrical wonder where the conditions of a chicken house are shown. All of the debeaking and hormone injections, etc. The polite but bored as hell sourthern folk ALL leave, but say nothing rude. All in the midst of this stupid bitch weeping for the plight of our fine feathered friends. Thats entertainment. Cleared the room as quick as when I put dog porn or Salo on the ole VHS. Damn those houseguests who want to continue drinking long after wearing out their welcome. The funniest and most obvious showing of sanctimonious hypocritical self deceit came when the animal lover woman snatched up a small dog that pissed in the house and, while it was shaking and whining/yelping in fear, smeared its face in its own piss. The producers of the show saw the humor in her farcity by replaying the part over again in slow motion with no sound as the show was going to commercial over one of those screen shot things that have the show name. That was classic. Or when she eats alligator (the flesh of a once living creature!). She fucking loved it! The southern woman was so damned classy. She saw something in the vegan woman's kitchen that made it clear that she did not agree with cooking something that had died a violent death, so she obliged. She weathered the tired brow beatings of all the vegan family friends with an accepting smile. She made a totally sound and logical argument why she kills poisonous snakes to another vegan family who was trying to shoot her shit for taking the life of something. Of course they cop to killing black widows and other poisonous spiders. "You say you kill the spider because its much more likely that the spider'll bite your little boy than a snake would. I say that I kill the snake because where I live, its more likely that the snake'll bite my little boy than the spider will." A total class act, she (the southern mommy) not once said anything disparaging about the vegan twat or her weirdo family, even after being given criticism and bullshit. I wanna go to Louisiana now. See that there gator country. Those folks seemed cool as fuck.

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Subject:	14 days in Hawaii
Time:	9:54 pm.

I spent two weeks and thousands of dollars of other people's money in Hawaii and still lack the ability to suntan. I get a ruddy red. Nord and Island Spudfucker blood courses through my veins. I refused to wear fucking sandals or flip flops or whatever other gender bending homosexual footwear "everyone else on earth" wears, while at the same time staying out of a Hawaiian print shirt the entire trip. I conducted numerous sociological experiments with "locals" there and found out that without a shadow of doubt, that the only dickwads who really say aloha and mahalo are in the service and tourist industries and merely use these simple sing song words to facilitate some feeling of "sharing a beautiful and ancient culture" with douchebag tourists. Redeeming cultural points of interest include the Tahitian women dancers having a truly phenomenal control of hip contortions and gyrations in their dance, and the fact that spam and squid can be bought in the cheapo heat lamp sections of gas stations. Squid in sesame oil is awesome. The "garden island" of Kawai slaps on the "big Island", as it is much easier to get to a spot that doesnt have tourists and tourist attractions falling all over you. Rental cars and lodging are so astronomically priced that I can guarantee no return visit if I had to pay for any of it myself. I would have much rather went to a place of some personal cultural or social signifigance (Scotland, Ireland, Germany, Spain, Alaska, Sweden), but this trip was the right price I imagine...free. And I still don't think I'd care to go back. Once you've seen one tree covered cliff and waterfall, the other 100 you see over the rest of the trip look pretty much the same. Some cool canyons and ocean kayaking on Kawai though. Being over 100 feet deep in a submarine is pretty righteous though too I guess. And snorkeling with dolphins. I guess the kids acting like spoiled little assholes a good portion of the trip is what killed my patience for other things maybe.....Next trip, NO KIDS!

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Subject:	The Subjective Nature of Reality
Time:	5:06 pm.

The subject was to choose something in which we believed in, and without editorializing or being argumentative, write about our own thoughts on the matter. This is what I chose. Slopped this together in about 3-3.5 hours, as my shitty first draft of the 1st assignment for English 1A (700-900 words):

I believe in the subjective nature of reality. While man has been searching for a universal truth since time immemorial, I suggest that all of the energy put forth toward this endeavor could have been used more constructively. I disagree with the supposition that the “real” world in which we all as human beings collectively inhabit exists in a state of concrete rigidity held tight by some universal truth. Views of the world are indeed transitory, changing as cultures modes of production, social norms, or any number of other social characteristics change; and were it not for the visionary bravery of free thinkers, humanity as a whole would be inescapably mired in a static view of the universe.

As members of a postindustrial society, it is easy to argue that we have indeed firmly established ourselves aloft the top of the food chain. Very little time and energy is spent worrying about our more base needs that organisms lower on the chain indeed do not take for granted. This includes such things as finding food, shelter, and safety from predators. Our society has even advanced in a way that is unique throughout the animal kingdom and smaller scale societies. It has stopped adapting to the world around itself and actually begun adapting the world around itself to its very needs.
Modern science and all of its marvels have made this possible. And with growing dependence on such tools as technology, a certain level of religious type faith is put into the realm of science. This is a natural progression. If tools are created for a specific use, and operate effectively in a way precisely as they were designed to, it would follow that a certain amount of trust as to the reliability of the thought processes involved in creating these tools would be fostered. This idea itself is built into the scientific method’s need of a starting hypothesis and experimental procedure testing the validity of that hypothesis.

Our culture states that if you are sick, you go to the doctor. He/she has gone through extensive training in all of the scientific strategies necessary to diagnose and treat illness. He/she has considerable knowledge of microscopic particles, germs, and atoms. By virtue of the height on which we reside on the food chain, and our collective faith in the objective correctness of science, it is easy to fall into an ethnocentric view that our culture’s means of dealing with illness is “right” or correct. If this were the case, then others would by definition be “wrong” or incorrect. The means of treatment in small scale societies that include the workings of medicine men or shamans consorting with spirits and re-establishing a spiritual balance for the patient would be scoffed at, and thought to be nothing more than superstitious nonsense. How then is a success rate comparable to western medicine explained?

I believe that the explanation lies in the fact that “reality” is subjective. Whether people are healed by the power of prayer, by medicine men removing hostile spirits from the patient’s body, or by western medicine, the results are all the same. And these results are effected by and are a direct result of the perceptions and beliefs of the person involved. There is no universal dogma or one truth attached to the situation though. The fact that a Christian prays to Jesus and is healed may indeed bolster his faith in Yhwh, but it does little to persuade the Hindu who enjoyed the same success when praying to Kundalini. One person’s explanation of things is as good as another’s, and differing perceptions do not invalidate either idea.

Another thing to consider when contemplating the existence of some universal truth lies in the very transitory nature of beliefs themselves. Each and every solid and immutable truth of science has been displaced by another new solid and immutable truth. Kepler and Galileo’s ideas regarding the behavior of heavenly bodies destroyed Ptolemy’s proven model of the universe. Rutheford’s atomic model destroyed the plum pudding model put forth by Thomson. Louis Pasteur came up with a revolutionary idea involving microscopic particles called germs being the reason for illness, destroying the notion of health being controlled by the balance of four bodily fluids or humors. How interesting also that some of these groundbreaking ideas were thought of as nonsensical and ridiculous when first introduced.

Given these past events, as well as the many other scientific breakthroughs not mentioned, I think it asinine to not consider the probability that once again some portion of world view that we consider immutable will shift in a different direction. History indeed has a way of repeating itself.

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Subject:	Hey! I've heard of Norman Mailer!!!!
Time:	2:40 pm.

Taken from Thunderbear #261
Source Sited: http://www.workingnet.com/thunderbear/261.html

I stumbled across this article while doing some research about my uncle Carl. He existed as such a fierce archetype that there should be little shock to find that he had an influence on more than a few people, and that more than one person saw the Colossal amount of internal strength that someone traveling his path would have to possess to survive.

I include only the parts pertinant to CP, or the ease in which the masses are manipulated.

"...In his writings, Mr. Bowers greets us ¨From within the belly of the beast¨

Where had I heard that phrase before?

Of course! Jack Abbott!

Jack Abbott was a career criminal who had spent most of his adolescent and adult life in prison for violent crimes, including murder. While in prison he began to exchange letters with the novelist and journalist Norman Mailer. (Mailer himself had a nihilistic, antisocial streak as evidenced by his stabbing his wife at a party, apparently just for hell of it! He got away with it as she didn't press charges and he was, well, Norman Mailer) Whatever Jack Abbott's social shortcomings, Mailer could see that he was a gifted writer, describing in gritty detail the nightmare of prison life. Mailer put the letters from Abbott together in book form and got it published as IN THE BELLY OF THE BEAST to considerable critical acclaim. Mailer pronounced Abbot completely rehabilitated due to the catharsis of writing, and campaigned with other literati to get him paroled.

In due course, Abbot was paroled from prison in Mailer's custody. They made the circuit of the television talk shows telling of the injustices of the American Justice System before rapt audiences.

There was just one small, innocuous thing, that might have provided a clue that something was about to go horribly wrong.

It was the dedication in the frontispiece of IN THE BELLY OF THE BEAST.

Now most authors dedicate their books to their spouses or their parents or some particularly helpful friend. But the book was not dedicated to relatives or even Norman Mailer, instead it was dedicated to CARL PANZRAM.

Who was Carl Panzram? Apparently no one bothered to find out, least of all, the Parole Board. They should have.

Six weeks after his release from prison, the rehabilitated Mr. Abbott was having dinner at a New York restaurant. There was a disagreement with the waiter, an aspiring actor. Mr. Abbot stabbed him to death. Later, back in prison for this latest moral slippage, Abbott, working on his second book, described the murder of the waiter as ¨necessary¨ and suggested that he lacked talent as an actor. Abbott later had the good grace and judgment to hang him self in his prison cell.

Oh yes. Who was Carl Panzram, the man to whom Abbott dedicated his book?

Carl Panzram was America's worst serial killer, beginning at age 8 and killing scores, perhaps hundreds all over the world. Once he went on safari in Africa and killed his six trusting companions and fed their bodies to the crocodiles. He was finally caught, convicted and hanged at Leavenworth Prison in 1930. Before his execution, he remarked "I don't believe in man, god, nor mercy. I hate the whole human race, including myself. I preyed upon the weak, the harmless, and the unsuspecting. This lesson I was taught by others: Might makes right."

Understandably, Norman Mailer did not make many future references to Jack Abbott and IN THE BELLY OF THE BEAST. However, IN THE BELLY OF THE BEAST remains available in libraries and used book stores, as it should in a democracy. Abbott's book thus became available to Veronza Bowers Jr. or his supporters, who liked its violence- justifying Marxist cant and included the title (unattributed) as a catch phrase in the web site.

Interestingly enough, the literary right could be conned as efficiently as the literary left by a clever criminal.

The conservative journalist, William F. Buckley Jr., was contacted by Edgar Smith who pleaded with great eloquence that he was innocent of the rape and murder conviction that condemned him to prison for life. Over the years, Smith's earnest, well reasoned letters managed to plant a doubt in Buckley's mind as to the justice of Smith's conviction. Smith managed to convince Buckley that he was innocent and the journalist became his champion. Through his influence, Smith was released from prison. Shortly after release, he attempted to rape a young woman. The woman escaped from him and gave the police a good description. Smith went into hiding and contacted Buckley, telling his literary friend that he had been framed. Mr. Buckley prudently called the FBI,

Once back in jail, Smith confessed to not only the attempted rape but also to the previous rape and murder.

...There seems to be no end to the number of well meaning, gullible people willing to believe that their man or woman is a real life Jean Val Jean (sic)."

And a note to the author of the article, It's Jean Valjean! Its a reference to Victor Hugo's character from Les Miserables. And what kind of fact checking genius you must be to think it strange that Abbott, who had a bad childhood and thought of himself and his shitty outlook as being the result of society's compulsive need to punish, with him spending half his life incarcerated, having torture after torture heaped upon him by closet sadist jailers, would thank Carl Panzram in his own writing about the penal system.

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Subject:	Kosher Tax
Time:	11:53 pm.

Its Kosher Tax movie time again gang. There are some good resources here. Varied points of view by people having to sound like they believe what they're saying or look honest in the camera instead of some bullshit press release claiming that a few right wing hate mongers are dreaming this shit all up. They get better as you go I think.

Some random page tried to add me as a myspace friend. I thought I'd post some information from the page here. How can I forget about the kosher tax?!?!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZSU2FIuU970

This second video is done by a soft spoken black gentleman. There needs to be more people like him complaining about the kosher tax instead of white folk from the deep south with KKK or Nazi affiliations.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L7JmCLYZVl0
His going on about the circumcision bit makes me wish I could graft that bit of skin back onto my cock! Just because the doctor delivering me may have possibly been jewish (he wasn't), or good mind numbed x-tian middle americans just going along with what jewish religious practice says is clean since they are Gawds chosen peoples means I have to have my cock carved on....Puke.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MqCmX8W4ZX4
Kosher certification fees. Kosher cleaning products!! WTF??? Kosher hydrogen peroxide!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZiQ95hFaR9I
Not only do the companies have to pay the taxes, but also the possible costs for other kosher ingredients and fees associated with alternate production methods. ADL arguments about people mentioning this "all being anti-semites" is clearly combatted with news sources. Good movie.

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