This kind of material (Big Band/Swing) represents the peak of American popular music. It had its own unique character while preserving the best elements of the European classical tradition. With the coming of "Rock music" a downward spiral began which continues to this day.

I’m a voracious reader. I love the past. When considering white history we should recognize the common threads that unite our people rather than the numerous conflicts that divided us in the past.

Unlike today's treasonous political elite President Coolidge deserves to be honored for recognizing the necessity of keeping America's traditional European population the majority in the country their ancestors founded. In 1921, as Vice President-elect, Coolidge wrote in Good Housekeeping about the basis for sound immigration policy: "There are racial considerations too grave to be brushed aside for any sentimental reasons. Biological laws tell us that certain divergent people will not mix or blend... Quality of mind and body suggests that observance of ethnic law is as great a necessity to a nation as immigration law."

All Western peoples should be thinking very seriously about immigration. If current trends continue unabated our traditional white population will certainly be displaced by immigrants. We should ask ourselves if we truly want to become a minority in our ancestral home and see it transformed into an alien land. How do you suppose we’ll be treated by the new arrivals who all have a strong sense of ethnic unity and purpose? Above all it's about fairness not hatred. What if the shoe were on the other foot? No one would expect India, for example, to except a huge flow of Europeans who would reduce native Indians into a minority in a few decades. Even "diversity" loving liberals would recognize Indians' right to have a country of their own without which their unique culture could not survive. White people need to realize they have the same rights as everyone else and they need to stop being so timid about asserting their interests.

Of course the money grubbing SPLC would condemn an immigration reform group however innocuous. Because FAIR just may succeed in keeping illegal aliens out of the country and that doesn't sit well with the far left who want white Americans to become a persecuted minority as soon as possible. I notice the SPLC has no problem with "La Raza", a Latino supremacist group who want to conquer parts of the U.S. and force out whites and whoever else happens to be in their way. One has to have priorities of course.

The best sort of compliment I could receive is that I view MTV as a digital nanny for the retarded and Rolling Stone magazine as perfect for coating your bird cage with. The mass normalization of shallow, decadent youth culture has been an unmitigated disaster less deadly than the Black Death but no less effective in depriving civilization of mental resources simply by peacefully rendering them obsolete. Every cretin and wanna-be has to seek their salvation in easy sex, imbecilic preoccupations and wholesale intellectual deprivation.

Voting's based on the delusion that one politician differs from another.

An organized crime syndicate could do everything the federal government does and do it with greater efficiency.

Politics in this country is based on the unspoken understanding that honesty must be avoided at all costs. Subservience to feel-good slogans and assembly-line illusion always assumes top priority. If every politician suddenly started telling the truth the entire political system would collapse immediately.

The frenzied hurry of the past few days has prevented me from writing. It hasn't been unpleasant. School's at last out for the summer (I passed with a B) and I'm ready to spend the days like their supposed to be spent. The past few days have been my introduction to that life. I'm not lazy. I don't believe in that behavior. I tend to have irregular sleeping patterns but whenever I sleep it's because I'm tired not bored.

I've taken to spending as much time as I can bear out in the sun, enjoying this glorious weather. The sunlight is comforting but I can only stand so much heat. I've sat on the deck a bit in days past. I enjoying exercising by walking around in the suburbs where I live. I've tried lately to explore new routes. The giant green trees standing out against the bright blue sky bring a song to my heart. The crunches I do are also a good source of exercise.

Recently I've read a bit of Tintin, the European comic book. I was first introduced to it as a child in the early 1990s. I've read the books often in past years but I don't enjoy them nearly as much as I used to. They don't seem nearly as filling. The artwork is certainly refreshing and the dialogue is certainly witty but I suppose the whole concept is something I've grown out of. I do know that many of the mature story lines seem much clearer to me now than they did when I was younger and knew little of the adult world.

I've also read some of a book on F. Scott Fitzgerald written by his former lover Sheilah Graham. I'm a Fitzgerald fan. My favorite of his books is "This Side of Paradise"; beautiful prose and portrait of a distant, hazy America gone bye. Should be treasured for the museum piece it is. I find his mixture of jazz, Hollywood and high-society life irresistible.

Watched the Donna Reed Show recently. Donna's my dream mama! What I love about the show is that they don't cheapen it by smutting the whole thing up. It has humour and life lessons; not the arbitrary nonsense we get today. Donna shows us that pure, unadulterated femininity can be sexy. She's certainly the kind of woman I'd like to tuck me in at night.

Watched the W. C. Fields movie "It's a Gift" with dad. He's more into watching the old movies with me than mom is. We both enjoyed it. Fields is hard to pin down. He's a quirky mixture of physical comedy and amusing mannerisms.

Whoever coined the phrase "It's lonely at the top" clearly wasn't thinking of the job of President of the United States. In the case of Obama, our esteemed Franklin D. Roosevelt Jones, it could hardly be less lonely. He lurks in the focal point of America's vast mass media apparatus and much of his appeal seems largely aesthetic when not mundane. He'll grin, he'll give pretty speeches specially designed to intoxicate while leaving every major issue unresolved. He goes out to eat and it's a national event.

Yet somehow, the all powerful media never penetrates deep enough even in the case of the Free World's most powerful man. The never ending television coverage is but a sublime orbit connecting the dots of every superficiality; every handshake, pat on the back and parlor trick without ever answering the question: just what will we do about the crisis we're in? Like impending death, that's the subject never dealt with least we forget to be entertained. Everything asked on TV comes with a prepackaged answer. The point is to enjoy being talked at and told what to think and, more often than not, simply to enjoy every possible diversion while being reassured the world's in someone else's hands so one need not know it. The highest office in the land may well be TV executive. Where would Obama be without their leading an uneducated public by the hand?

June 20, 2009

I begin this diary with summer nearly upon us. Official summer that is. In every other way it's summer through and through. It was dreadful hot today. I generally prefer the sun and warmth having experienced a glorious childhood daydream in Kuwait (1996 - 2003). But the discomfort of such stuff rings true as well whether it be a hairdryer breeze or the hot metal of a seat belt. I prefer it hot but not too hot; anything to permit me to walk in the public parks.

Ran errands with family today. Only interesting excursion was to the local bookstore; one of the huge chains of the sort I've frequented with comfort for years. I love visiting them though I rarely get anything or even read much. It's more to confirm what I know of myself and the world around me; to sort through the array of likes and dislikes that preoccupy my mind. I know instinctively what titles catch my interest and what subjects help define me. When it comes to books I'm not much for fiction. Oh, I have a few favorite works I pour over now and then and a general knowledge of many more. They seep in to light up my dreams and dazzle me at quiet moments. Mostly I read nonfiction. I have a great throbbing hunger for knowledge; to understand the various facets of the world. I am driven by this hunger to continually read and study, to learn and understand. I suppose you could call it a hobby of mine.

Watched "Now Voyager (1942)" today. Getting caught up in the beauty and enchantment of that film is a great release for me; a great feeling of ecstasy. The movie holds great significance for me not only as one of my favorite films but as one of the great reflections of myself I've found in the world at large. Like Charlotte Vale I survived the hell of mental illness to emerge a better human being. I fancy myself a hopeless romantic just like Bette Davis's character. I've always thought she was attractive in her early years though I know most have no use for her in that regard. I believe great art should not be mere diversion or mild amusement. It should move and inspire a person; it should teach them something worthwhile. There's almost nothing on our big screen TV I can stand. Watch CNN for entertainment sometimes but I know not to take state propaganda seriously. I'm an independent character well-guarded against a sea of disinformation. Sometimes I watch a official entertainment channel for an even lower form of amusement. I hate the modern entertainment industry. The sleaze, decadence and self importance of it's Marxist agitators. It's fun when "The Soup" and "Chelsea Lately" skewer them though even those two shows aren't far removed from the decay they satire and thus they too tend to annoy me. I remember watching "The Big Sleep" recently and thinking how much better I felt after viewing it. It didn't degrade my finer instincts or insult my intelligence. It brought me to a higher place.