A Meditation on Death, and an Invitation for YOU!

Ol' Dave's seen better days...

In this post I will, for once, not berate or insult you. Because this post isn’t aimed at the cretinous tards I usually pummel, but rather at YOU - my core readers. My pals. The folks I write for.

This isn’t a short piece, but I hope you’ll stay with it.

Y’ever ponder the terrible life of Screech? Dustin Diamond…born with a weird oval face, long chin, long nose, ridiculous afro…ostracized by the pretty people in the Saved by the Bell cast, cruelly mocked by the public and his peers, a living joke, a late-night punchline.

Unemployable, he declares bankruptcy in his 20s. He tries porn but needs a stunt double because his tiny dick knew only flaccid. His failed attempt at porn only brings more mockery; he couldn’t even go to out drinking without being humiliated by bullies. He gets physically attacked in a bar by one of his harassers but the cops lock him up instead when he fights back. His arrest garners new ridicule, of course. He writes an autobiography but the “intrepid” national journalists who routinely ignore the use of ghostwriters by prominent politicians decide to “dig deep” in this one meaningless instance, revealing that Diamond used a ghostwriter, which leads to additional derision and contempt (think about that; every reporter in DC ignores the use of ghostwriters by major politicos, but with Screech it’s suddenly a story!). And finally, on his 44th birthday, he’s diagnosed with the most aggressive form of cancer known to man and dies one month later alone and in pain in a pauper’s bed.

Dear Lord…that’s unfortunate. I joke in my book’s new epilogue that every time some scoliostic palsied hunchback cripple writes an inspirational autobiography it always carries a title like “A Lucky Man” or “A Blessed Life.” But there’s no way Dustin Diamond could’ve possibly thought he had a blessed life, or any luck besides bad.

If I’d been Diamond, I’d have tried to salvage some humor from the wreckage by writing a book from my deathbed titled “What the Fuck? What the Literal Fuck?”

But I’m not Diamond. Thankfully. I’ve had a good, long run. Beautiful women, fun times, good fortune, good health, great upbringing, and whenever I was beaten down in the bank account, I recovered, by providence and my own ability to think my way out of every trou de loup others set for me.

No bitterness. In September I’ll be 58, and no bitterness at all.

But my gosh, these are emotionally taxing times for me.

A year ago I left my house.

That’s what killed George Sanders.

How many of you remember George Sanders?

Tall, handsome, debonair Oscar-winning British actor of Russian aristocratic ancestry with a voice of silk. Even if you don’t know his Golden Age Academy Award-winning acting work, you may at least know him as Shere Khan in Jungle Book.

Sanders was a cad, a gad, a romantic lead in film and in life; a renaissance man - actor, writer, singer, pianist, hugely popular and respected in his day.

He got the life Screech didn’t.

But as he got older, his quality of life lessened. He’d had many wives (every Gabor sister but Zsa-Zsa: Ava, Magda, Zagda, Bingda, and Cabungda), but no kids. No human legacy. As he aged, he relied more and more on booze. Not because he’d had a bad life, but because his autumn years paled before the great times of his youth. Even at age 60, Sanders’ worst day would’ve been Screech’s best. But for Sanders, the descent from heights was distressing.

I get it. Booze provides an artificial high, and while cliche-spouting softbrains whose knowledge of life comes from textbooks preach that this high is sought by those who never had it naturally (“Get off the drink; go discover the high of LIFE! Jog! Lift weights! Hike!”), in fact booze is often employed by the over-the-hill who’ve HAD that natural high, and who know they’ll never have it again.

In his early 60s Sanders could still get movie roles, but he was no longer romantic leading man material. And then he received a few gut punches. His mother and brother died in the same year. He lost his money in a failed investment scheme (I could’ve told him Benny Hill Bitcoin was a scam), and he had to give up his house. He literally walked away from it, with naught but the shirt on his back. Just like I did. So I know the feeling. You have this big beloved home, and you have to sell it, so you just walk away, leaving everything behind. In my case I put my library in storage (I’ll likely never see my books again, but they’re too sacred for me to trash); everything else I left to the Mexicans hired for the demolition. Sure, I let my friends rummage through the house first, taking whatever they needed. But I had a LOT of shit. 50 years worth. So most was left for the Mexis.

And I do hope they took things. I mean that; better my belongings be with a hard-working laborer than in a dump. I hope somewhere Gustavo is watching my flat screen, and Ricardo’s keeping his cervezas in my fridge, and Javier is using my writing desk to pen the next great Spanish-language novel (“Don Quixote de la Drywall”), and Mirabella has my vacuum and Pablo has my steamer and Rosa is enjoying one of the three beds I left behind. Or maybe she’s enjoying all of ‘em (that Rosa’s a whore).

So I get what Sanders went through. There he was…no family, no home. But he still had his love of piano. It soothed him. It calmed him. Then he had a minor stroke, just bad enough that he could no longer play. Literally, just severe enough to kill his dexterity.

We can all be Screeched at any time. Screech was Screeched from birth. But you can be Screeched at age 50, or 60, or whenever. And the fortunate, like Sanders, like me, aren’t mentally equipped for it. Because it’s new to us.

Sanders did one more movie after the stroke: 1972’s Psychomania, a British celluloidic turd about hippie bikers who strike a deal with the Devil to become immortal. Sanders played Satan’s emissary. And he was able to drink the young Brits under the table during production. He would party with the twentysomethings to such an extreme extent that shooting would be delayed due to intergenerational shenanigans.

This amulet symbolizes how much drinking and fucking I’ve done in my life, and you’ll never even come close, you Shaggy-ass layabouts.

And after that final triumph - showing that he could still hold his own good as ever, that he could out-party, out-drink, and outlast the longhair upstarts, Sanders killed himself with a barbiturate overdose at age 65, leaving behind this legendary suicide note:

Dear World, I am leaving because I am bored. I feel I have lived long enough. I am leaving you with your worries in this sweet cesspool. Good luck.

Fucking iconic. Sanders, the consummate actor, knew how to make an exit.

Psychomania was released (as Candace Owens would say) poast-hoomussly. You can see it here (don’t…it’s not a good film. Though the final shot - Sanders, backed by funky 1970s music, walking with determined dignity toward a cursed runestone graveyard of people who lost their souls to suicide, carries an import I’m sure the crew didn’t realize at the time).

I feel a kinship with Sanders. You’re facing the inevitable end of a good long run. No kids, no family, no house, and the only vestige of the man you once were is your ability to drink, and your wit.

I get why Sanders deadpilled himself after the stroke. But I have not yet had my stroke (though by God so many of you try your best to give it to me). I can still type. That’s my version of Sanders’ piano. As long as I can type, I can find ways to pass the time.

Part of me would not mind leaving you with your worries and a hearty “good luck.” But the final stage on the Sanders scale of shuffling off this mortal cesspool is debilitation. Physical debilitation. And I don’t have that yet. Oh sure I’m trying to drink myself to it, but I just don’t have it yet.

And drink alone is no life. I need a reason to stick around. And I have one. I want to kill the wretched cult of Holocaust denier retards I inadvertently birthed 35 years ago. I want to set things straight. To be clear - this is not remorse. I’m not remorseful because in my youth I acted in good faith. For roughly two years, 1992-1994, I publicly pursued a “dangerous” topic and was hated for it by some and lauded for it by others and in the process I got a few things right and a few things wrong. In fall 1994 I admitted my errors and moved on.

Mistakes are how we learn; we grow from them. Or at least we should. As a young man in his 20s, I assumed that when I left “revisionism” in 1994, copping to youthful errors, condemning denial while also remaining critical of errors on the mainstream side, that would be that.

But a gaggle of present-day retards decided to turn my youthful errors into a cult.

“Gaggle?” I think retards deserve their own unique collective name, like a murder of crows, a pride of lions, a shrewdness of apes.

I propose a rainman of retards.

So a rainman of retards decided to turn my early work into a societally destructive cancer. And Elon Musk (and his collective - an I-Am-Sam of autists) promotes the cult to the extent that it dominates X.

Meanwhile, I remain banned from the mainstream because of the feedback loop in which the deniers - who keep my 1992 video in the public eye despite my protestations - feed the mainstream ADL types who want me to remain a whipping boy because I’m an easy target with few defenders. So I’m forever trapped in 1992 because neither those who worship me as a guru nor pillory me as a devil want me to leave 1992.

If you had told me back then that in 2026 the wealthiest man on earth, the man in charge of the largest informational platform in the world, would be boosting shit I did in 1992, blasting it out to hundreds of millions of people, many of whom were not even alive in 1992, I’d have dismissed you as a lunatic.

Had you convinced me that in my late 50s I’d still be defined by a VHS video I edited in my living room in 1992, that I’d have retards worshiping me for it on one side, and their mirror-image retards condemning me for it on the other, I’d have Sanders’d myself on the spot.

But here I am, and this is my reality. I birthed a cult that’s not only boosted by Elon Musk but championed by the vilest humans on earth: Musk, Fuentes, Stew Peters, Dan Bilzerian, Jake Shields, Owen Benjamin, Darryl Cooper, Tucker Carlson, Buckley Carlson, E. Michael Jones (spiritual mentor to Carrie Prejean-Ballsack), etc.

My 1992 work is the “origin story” of the worst among us; Fuentes has specifically stated that he’d been apolitical until he saw a video in college that featured my old footage. Ditto Tucker’s newest Holocaust denier best buddy Owen Benjamin, who did an entire rant last year about how my 1990s work “made him a denier.”

Every few days, some new Nazi talks about having been “redpilled” by my 1992 video.

And it’s taking a toll on me. I can’t lie about that; it’s eating away at me. And before you say “well, log off social media then,” it’s not just social media. It’s real life as well.

One of my closest friends was invited to appear on a hugely popular Jew-hating podcast. My friend is not a Jew-hater, but hey - being on the show would garner him a hundred million views! My friend needed some cash for the trip to do the podcast, so who’d he come to? Me, the Jew. And I helped him out. Of course I did; he’s a friend. And after the friend’s appearance on the hugely popular Nazi show, the hugely popular Nazi host attacked me, and I asked my friend if he’d speak up on my behalf, and my friend said no because it might cost him “opportunities.” So I let it go. Some months later my friend, riding the tailwind of his newfound fame, was asked by the producer of a very mainstream talk show (you’d know it; everyone would) if he could suggest a guest for an upcoming episode. And my friend used that opportunity to suggest a Nick Fuentes acolyte.

I’ll never forget my friend giggling about how cool it was that he tried to get a Nazi on a mainstream show. And as conflict-avoidant as I am in my daily life (high blood pressure leads to strokes), I called my buddy out. “You’re speaking of this in such a morality-detached way. You were asked to suggest a guest for a major network show, and you used that opportunity to promote a Nazi.”

And my friend was thrown. Morality hadn’t been in the equation for him.

Ironically, my friend is a very moral man. This was not him; it was the disease, the infection that took hold of him.

That the Nazis spreading the infection were themselves infected by things I said in my youth (I’m the Holocaust denial AIDS monkey) is crushing me. Killing me. More and more each day. I find no charm, no humor, in anyone - even good friends - who spread the debilitation. Who encourage it.

I doubt I can convey the sheer absurdity that in 1992 I put two VHS machines together in the living room of my small apartment on Beverly Drive and, as a one-off video for the Institute for Historical Review (at the time led by a Scientologist more interested in profit than historiography), edited some footage from my recent European research trip so that the IHR could offer a video to its supporters, and over three decades later, that video - which in 1992 I thought I’d never hear of again because it was literally just a one-off for the Scientologist - has not only inspired a tsunami of idiocy, from Fuentes to Peters to Bilzerian, but in 2024 the richest man in the world retweeted an X account dedicated to distributing the video, and in 2023 Democrat members of the United States Congress signed a resolution in which they condemned GOP Rep. Gosar for promoting the video, just as several years earlier House GOPs condemned Democrat Rep. Kaptur for praising the video.

A VHS video I did in my living room in 1992 thinking I’d never hear about it again has in the 2020s been condemned by BOTH parties and promoted by the world’s first trillionaire. How the fuck does that even happen? It’s surreal on a level I can’t communicate. I dare say it’s uniquely surreal; I doubt you’ll find a similar case.

So let’s cut to the chase…

A year ago I presented you guys with a GiveSendGo to raise $10,000 to see me through the writing of my book about the Holocaust denial cult. I chose what I felt to be a reasonable figure, not nearly close to the $800,000 rightists gave to Shiloh Hendrix for screaming “nigger” at a child, or the $900,000 a year Fuentes receives for going “sieg heil” on a podcast, or the $2,000,000 Nick Alvear (the Holocaust denier who also claims the Rothschilds faked the Titanic sinking) monetizes on Twitch and Rumble, or the (so far) $350,000 you’ve given “Chud the Builder,” the armed podcaster who screams “nigger” at random blacks hoping one of them will “chimp out” and charge at him so he can “drop a nigger for likes and shares” (“Chud” is currently in custody in Tennessee for “dropping a nigger for likes and shares,” and rightists are rewarding him for it).

Last year I asked for ten, and you graciously gave me ten. And that ten saw me through last summer’s Republican Party Animal second edition rewrites and additions, and the bulk of the writing of the Holocaust denial book. I’m with a very small publisher; meager money, meager author support. Your donations matter, and I’m grateful. Because it’s not that I’m broke; it’s that I’m unemployable. There’s a difference. I have to be careful with my own money because I live on my savings. If I were an actual Holocaust denier, I’d have an army behind me. But my work antagonizes all extremes. Hence why in the past five years alone I’ve been attacked by Tucker Carlson, Steve Bannon, and Raheem Kassam on the right, and Debra Messing, Keith Olbermann, and Media Matters on the left.

It’s fun to say, “if extremists on all sides hate you, you must be doing something right,” but in real-world terms, it ain’t fun. It’s a pain in the ass, because you don’t get the support extremists give to other extremists.

I know I’m never gonna get “n-word money,” the bucks rightists shell out to anyone who yells “nigger” or “Nazi.”

So I keep my requests reasonable.

In my fight against the tards who continue to post my 1992 video, I have only one weapon in my arsenal: the DMCA. Federal copyright law. Even Elon Musk has to respect DMCA takedown notices. I hold the copyright to that 1992 video, and no matter where it appears - X, YouTube, Rumble, Bitchute, Odysee, the Internet Archive, I get it pulled.

All human things are subject to DMCA,
And, when Dave summons, even autists must obey.

On one level, that works; I’ve removed over 500 uploads. The number of deniers who post the video on X has markedly decreased. It’s gone from five or ten a day in 2023 after Musk took over Twitter to about once or twice a day now, because word has spread - upload it, get a copyright strike.

DMCA is SO effective, I’ve even gotten entire web pages pulled from neo-Nazi sites. As you can see in the URL, this is where one particular Heinrich had the video hosted:

HostGator’s “commitment to free speech” doesn’t mean shit before my DMCA rights. In this time of Nazi triumphalism, DMCA can stop ‘em dead.

But…pulling videos isn’t changing minds or undoing damage. So many deniers have that video stored in their computers, they just reupload it again and again and again. It’s an eternal struggle, and I do not plan to be on this fucking globe for an eternity.

Giving the devil his due, several deniers, butthurt from my copyright strikes, have beefed, “If Cole’s 1992 video is so misleading, why doesn’t he just do a new video explaining why.” They’re not wrong (arguably the only time deniers have ever been not wrong). And indeed, I used to do anti-denial “explainer” videos all the time on my old YouTube channel, until Media Matters got it nuked in 2023.

So yeah…pulling the 1992 video isn’t enough. I need to produce a new one, showing point-by-point where the old one was wrong, where it was right, and where it was pure propaganda. Plus, I can’t do copyright strikes on the talk shows I did on NBC and CBS. That shit stays online because I have no DMCA claim to it (NBC and CBS do, but hey - for them, views is views!). So I have to answer for that too. Again, point-by-point.

But here’s the thing: this new “setting the record straight’ video cannot be a for-sale item. It has to be released online for free. On demand. Downloadable, flooding the ‘net to overtake the original. That means I can’t ask my publisher to fund it, because there’s no profit in it, and they barely have two cents as it is. So I come to you.

You’re all I got. And that’s not a complaint; you’re a small but loyal bunch. I love you guys. I’d rather have one hundred of you than one hundred-thousand of the creeps who throw money at Fuentes, Hendrix, and “Chud.”

Can we do this? Fund one more thing? Doing a video will not be easy for me; I live in hotels, I work from a laptop (not quite “I live in a shack, I poop in an outhouse,” but close enough). My editing suite from my old house? My desktop and monitor? Gone, gone, gone. But hell, Avengers VI: Emperor Galactafuk and the Search for the Malubrious Cubes was edited on a laptop, and Lucas edited Star Wars XIX: The Cantankalorians’ Revengeance on his iPhone.

It can be done. And I have to do it.

Now, I could stop here. Here’s the new GiveSendGo for the video project. I’m asking for another ten grand. I genuinely hope you find the concept worthy of your hard-earned dollars. Unlike the “n-words” grifters, I don’t feel entitled to your money, nor do I take your generosity for granted.

Again, here’s the GiveSendGo. Anyone who puts in over $1,000 will, if they want, receive co-producer credit (there’s no profit here, but there IS a legacy: your name preserved as one of the good guys).

As I said, I could stop here. I’ve written enough, so you can stop reading of you’d like. But I’m gonna go a little further, for two reasons: to provide a bit more context for my demoralization, and to defend my work against the arguments of one of my demoralizers.

This demoralizer is another good friend of mine (though certainly different from the one who borrowed money from the Jew to appear on a show that badmouths the Jew).

We’ll refer to this person as “Friendo.”

Last September, after Tucker Carlson hosted yet another Holocaust denier, I questioned if anybody out there actually cares about accurate history anymore:

“Now I’m hard at work on the second book, about the Holocaust denial cult. And I’m seriously thinking of returning the advance and saying ‘fuck it.’ As much as I try, I can’t get past the notion that nobody cares.”

And Friendo wasted no time DMing me to let me know how right I was:

“YES! NOBODY CARES. I know this is huge to you, but HITLER DIED 80 YEARS AGO. This would be like obsessing on proving John Wilkes Booth really did shoot Lincoln ... in the year 1945. I wouldn’t doubt that there were still nuts pushing ‘Booth didn’t kill Lincoln’ conspiracy theories, but eventually they moved on because NO ONE CARED.”

Friendo makes several core errors of thinking here. The first is the belief that everything that happens is organic. The “everything’s organic” mantra is the mirror image of the “everything’s a conspiracy” mantra. Two sides of the same bad penny. Conspiracists believe that every event, every hiccup, accident, and human action, is the result of a puppeteer making it happen. That’s retarded, of course. But the mirror image is just as bad. “Everything’s organic” presupposes that nothing is influenced by the hand of man. It’s all fated, predestined. Human influence doesn’t exist.

Organicism holds that the “pet rock” fad of the 1970s would’ve happened with or without advertising exec Gary Dahl and his two investors, George Coakley and John Heagerty. Even without Dahl, Coakley, and Heagerty, people in 1975 would’ve still purchased rocks as pets. Because men influence nothing.

Conspiracism and organicism are equally wrong. And Friendo trots out organicism in this case to claim that the reason there were no “Booth was framed!” conspiracy theories in the American mainstream in 1945 is because “no one cared.”

That’s horseshit. There were no “Booth was framed!” conspiracy theories in the American mainstream in 1945 because A) such theories would’ve been ruthlessly crushed by the government had they started to gain ground, and B) the wealthiest man on earth and the most-read ideologues in the U.S. were not promoting them.

If the right people had been telling Americans to care, and funding efforts to make them care, Americans would’ve cared.

Think of how fucking inorganic it is that a wooden door from a German-run camp in Poland in 1944 is mentioned a thousand times a day online and pushed as something important by X’s biggest “influencers.” Go ahead - type “wooden doors” into the X search box. Multiple different rightists post about it every hour.

What could possibly be LESS organic than an 80-year-old German/Polish wooden door factoring into 2026 American politics? Friendo would claim that the wooden door people “care” because of some organic process. Not influence, but fate!

Again, horseshit.

"And I looked, and behold a wooden doorth: and his name that sat on him was Dave…and Hell followed with him.”

That wasn’t fated to happen; I made it happen with my propaganda video that won’t die, and Musk made it happen via his obsession with promoting Holocaust denial.

I doubt Friendo believes that tranny-mania among teens happened organically. These kids were influenced by teachers, sociologists, and doctors. That there was no tranny-mania in high schools in 1980 is not because “nobody cared;” it’s because nobody was pushing it. Nobody was influencing the spread of the pathology. Default in 1980 was that teachers, counselors, doctors, and sociologists did not tell children to lop off their privates. That was default, normal. Then humans created a manufactured mania, the solution to which is not to invoke organicism and sigh “I guess kids care about this now; ho-hum, nothing we can do about it,” but rather to exert influence in the other direction, to stop the mania.

Sadly, once an abysmal idea (be it trannyism or Holocaust denial) is pushed aggressively enough by the right people, once it takes hold, once it permeates, it becomes very hard to kill. And if that abysmal idea permeates enough, opportunistic politicians will either cater to it, or at least avoid challenging it.

In January, a New Hampshire GOP state rep introduced an education bill amendment that would make the teaching of Holocaust denial mandatory in all NH public schools. To cement his case he invited two of the most extremist Holocaust deniers in the world (guys who’ve used my 1992 work) to testify. His proposal was seconded by another GOP rep, who thanked the deniers and her party kinsman for their “bravery” in proposing the resolution. And nobody’s said a fucking word. Not a single GOP, of course, but also not a single Dem. And no reporter outside Jewish media will even talk about it. There was ONE article about it in The Forward, and one piece on NPR.

And that’s IT.

Meditate on this for a moment: In 2023 Congressional Democrats denounced my 1992 video, but they’ve yet to denounce the two Holocaust-denying Hitler-loving Republican state reps in NH. Isn’t that wild? Dems attack ME for something I did 34 years ago, but they won’t even mention the GOP Holocaust deniers in the NH statehouse today.

Why?

Because there’s no risk in denouncing me; I’m powerless. I’m easy prey; no “side” will come to my defense. Even my friends won’t come to my defense. But Holocaust denial’s become so mainstream, with so many defenders/advocates right and left, the Dems - the minority party in the NH House - see no reward in attacking it. They could theoretically flip two seats by going after the two Holocaust denying GOP reps, but obviously the NH Dems did the math and realized that criticizing denial would lose them more votes than they might gain.

15 years ago the NH Holocaust denial story would’ve been huge. And now it isn’t. Friendo would tell you that’s organic; that the NH Dems, who could really use some gained seats in the NH legislature, and who could really use a Nazi scandal against Republicans to deflect from Platner, “just don’t care.”

Such stupidity is beneath Friendo. Of course they care, all political parties CARE about gaining power. But the Dems see too much risk in attacking denial. 15 years ago they’d have pounced. Now they’re afraid to. It’s not about “not caring;” it’s that human hands (Musk and his minions) have made it risky to pounce. When it comes to cowardice in the face of Holocaust denial, GOPs are scared of the young terminally online rightists who carry Vance in their pocket, and Dems are scared of their pro-Palestinian anti-Israel Akbars.

Austin Franco, a Cornell University student who proudly turned down a job offer on Handshake because he “refuses to work for Jews,” made 13k during his first day on GiveSendGo ($25,000 as of now), while the Jewish employer who offered him the job is being hounded off the Internet with negative reviews on Google and Yelp (even his parents’ business is being targeted).

15 years ago, this would not have happened. Now it has happened. And there’s nothing organic about it.

Establishing that Friendo’s first critical thinking error is organicism, what’s the second?

Friendo is a very smart person, but Friendo is thinking too much like a computer. “YES! NOBODY CARES. I know this is huge to you, but HITLER DIED 80 YEARS AGO.”

“GLEEP GLEEP BOOP BOOP GLEEBLE GLEEBE BORP: I am LogiTron5000, the most logical computer in the world! GLEEEEEEEEP! As an event becomes more distant in time (GLOOOOOOOP), thus does its memory fade with each succeeding generation (MOOOOOOOP), thus does it become less important (BOOOOOOOP), so therefore it’s LOGICAL that the more years that pass following Hitler’s death, the less humans will think about him or care. THIS IS LOGICAL! LOGIC LOGIC LOGIC! GLEEEEEEEEEEEBLE!!!”

But humans are not logical. LogiTron5000 is wrong, as is Friendo. In the fleshy fallible human world, events often take on a more inflated importance as time progresses.

All those monuments to the Confederacy that were attacked and removed during BLM mania? The majority of them were built between 1910 and 1940.

I don’t know if you guys are history buffs or not, but the Civil War ended in 1865.

So all those precious Confederate monuments and memorials went up between 45 and 75 years AFTER the war ended and the Confederacy died.

Explain that, LogiTron5000!

“Gleeble-glurble…SYSTEM MALFUNCTION! BOOP BOOP BOOP! Shutting down… brrrrrrzzzzzzzzzsssssphhhhhtttt.”

And blacks didn’t realize that it was the most important thing on earth for those monuments to fall until 2020, a century after the monuments went up.

Certain matters GROW in importance as time passes. And again it’s NOT organic. In the early 1900s, the Ladies Memorial Associations, the United Daughters of the Confederacy, the United Confederate Veterans, the Sons of Confederate Veterans, and the Heritage Preservation Association spearheaded and paid for the construction of the monuments, which - and this was no coincidence - were built around the time of the “second Klan” revival, the rebirth of the KKK in opposition to increasing demands from those pesky nigras to have a measure of freedom.

People were behind the 1900s monument craze. Not fate; people. The passage of time meant NOTHING as statues were erected in 1925 to honor dudes who’d been dead 60 years. General Rufus T. McNigghayter dies on the battlefield in 1864. In 1924 Miss Elsie Meriwether Coonwhip decides to build a monument to him. Friendo tells her, “Nobody cares! 60 years have passed and nobody cares about it.”

And Elsie Coonwhip replies, “I do declare, ah shall make people care,” and she builds the monument, and by 2017 it’s become such an integral part of her city and her culture that when BLM activists threaten the statue, thousands of rightists hold a rally to save it, because they care. In 2017 they care deeply about something Friendo told Elsie “nobody cares about” in 1924.

Humans make other humans care.

For blacks, a group forever searching for a scapegoat for their community’s collective failures, and for Dems, a group constantly looking for ways to mobilize blacks against “the man,” the political opportunism of the post-Ferguson, post-Charleston massacre, post-Unite the Right, and post-Floyd era created an environment in which “all of a sudden” removing those statues became a matter of life or death.

That fanaticism wasn’t organic; it was manufactured. Over the decades how many times did black folks walk past that statue of Rufus Nigghayter without a second thought? Thousands. Then all of a sudden they cared. Blacks who didn’t care about Confederate statues in 2000 all of a sudden cared like crazy in 2020.

Holocaust remembrance only became a “thing” in the 1970s. To be clear - I’m saying Holocaust remembrance, not Holocaust history. Holocaust history was a field since January 1953 with the publication of Reitlinger’s The Final Solution. But the monuments, the museums, followed nearly the exact same timeline as Confederate monuments (roughly 35-40 years after the event). People and circumstances made a thing more emotionally important in distance than it was in proximity.

Holocaust denial has increased in popularity as time has moved on. Because it’s not about history. Any more than black rage over Confederate monuments is about history.

Angry young whites - especially males - want a scapegoat. Like blacks in 2020 regarding the monuments, they want a target, something upon which to pin their failures, something to strike at, to vent their rage…rage that’s largely unwarranted. The average black who vandalized Confederate monuments was far more likely to be a victim of his own failings than a victim of state oppression. Ditto young rightist men, who blame their disappointing lives on everyone but themselves. “Boomers! Whores! Niggers! You dun me wrong! You stole my dreams!”

But though these young and numerous cretins blame Boomers, blacks, and wimmin, first and foremost they blame Jews. Boomers are too old to outfox a GROYPER! Blacks are too dumb. And no dame can outthink a MAMMOTH SLAYER!

But Jews? Those high-IQ demons? They are the key to the entire young white male victimization worldview.

And Holocaust denial is the gateway drug to that worldview. It’s why the worst of the worst - Fuentes, Peters, Shields - started with denial.

I explain the “gateway” phenomenon in my upcoming book, but to give you the broad strokes, denial is the entry point because:

A) It’s secular. Not every bitter young rightist is religious. “They dun killded our Jeezus” doesn’t fly with everybody. Indeed, a lot of these young Hitler fanboys see Christianity itself as Jew trickery, a turn-the-other-cheek lie to make whites weak and submissive. Denial is a secular cult, but unlike other secular cults like Scientology, you don’t have to accept anything otherworldly to join. No alien souls or e-meters, just “I’ve been lied to my entire life by a group of antiwhite parasites who concocted a hoax to enslave my people!”

Which leads to…

B) It’s personal. A white kid in Shitkick Nebraska can’t relate to Palestinians. He can pretend to empathize with ‘em, but their fight, and their ethnicity, and their religion, is alien to him. He couldn’t find Gaza on a map with a halal divining rod. I’ve screen recorded over 1,000 interactions with random denier cultists since Musk unleashed them and one of the most common themes is, “The Jews lied to me!” Accent on the ME. Deniers see themselves as having been personally lied to in school, brainwashed in school. Thus they’ve made the fight personal to themselves in a way Gaza can never be. “I was only an innocent lad when the Jews inflicted their Holohoax on my tender mind. But I’ve broken the hold, freed my mind, and now I must free others.” With denial, everyone’s Neo.

Main Character Syndrome. Young whites can’t get that from Gaza.

While there’s no shortage of white Zoomers who’ve had a bad experience with a black person, Jews don’t mug or carjack people. They don’t defecate in the alley behind your apartment or aggressively panhandle outside stores. Your odds of having a direct personal experience in which a Jew assaults you are very low. Most complaints about Jews - GAZA! ROTHSCHILDS! AIPAC! are distant, abstract, impersonal.

Only through Holocaust denial - “they lied to me in school” - can white American Zoomers claim direct harm from Jews. That’s why it’s become a right of passage, an essential element, among youthful rightists.

C) Denial can be sold to decent people. Candace Owens’ “Jews drink Christian blood at Passover” and “Jews are of their father the Devil” can only be sold to the mentally ill or consciously evil. But “By gosh by gum by golly, we should be able to question our history books awww shuck-amuck” can be sold to anyone. Good people, decent people, leftists, rightists, centrists. Because of course “we should be able to question our history books, dad-gummit.” But for deniers it’s an affectation, a bit, a shtick. Of my 1,000 denier interaction screenshots, some of my favorites are when a denier first approaches me with “Gum-nabbit, I just wanna know the truth, dang-diddly-dernit,” but a few pointed questions later they explode with “YOU FUCKING KIKE I’LL KILL YOU! DIE MAGGOT!”

I can see through the affectations because…

D) I fucking invented them. I’m ashamed to say this, but denial is a gateway because 34 years ago I inadvertently created the memes that make it makes sense. Or at least appear to make sense. I was right about just enough to make the propaganda seem airtight, and my practiced theater kid delivery on those talk shows sold the bill of goods. Remember, I wasn’t just a high school theater kid; by age 16 I was doing Anglo-American summer stock. I’m good. Better than James O’Keefe or any of today’s conservative theater kids. Add to the mix that when I did those talk shows, my opposition was under orders from lantern-jawed gorgon Deborah Lipstadt to not “engage” me on-air. So great work, assholes. You made a 21-year-old kid look like the winner of a debate he would’ve lost had you just challenged me.

That’s why those TV clips endure. Because I come off looking so fucking correct. But that doesn’t mean I was correct.

With all due respect, you folks have lost any concept of what true propaganda is, because your modern-day examples of propagandists - Tucker, Owens, Jones, etc. - are just liars. That’s why their work has no staying power. Notice that? They move from one lie to the next, the previous one forgotten. Tucker and his “Egyptian planes” that he was so big on…where’d they go? Candace and her blood-drinking Jews? Jones and, well…everything he’s ever said? These are short attention span liars for the meme generation.

The study of my 1992 video is a study of long-term effective propaganda, which isn’t “lying” per se, but being right on points but wrong or missing on context. The next gen of my 1992 video isn’t an outright liar like Tuck but rather 99% of all “true crime” podcast producers who don’t so much lie as creatively omit.

So E), Holocaust denial’s staying power. My zero-budget video, which gets more popular over the decades - will retain its staying power because it’s (inadvertently on my part) that fucking good. It will not die on its own because for 34 years is HASN’T died on its own. It has to be killed by its maker.

If I don’t get this shit straightened out before I die, my life will have been not only for nothing, but for the worse.

Please help me get that new video done.

You can count on Holocaust denial becoming a bigger and bigger deal, because young rightists who’ve embraced victimhood, and Vance, who’s embraced the worst wing of the Zoomer right, will make it a bigger and bigger deal. As long as young, bitter, self-pitying whites continue to feel wronged and unfulfilled - and they will - the passage of time will not diminish the psychological importance of the Holocaust in the worldview of these victimization-embracing kids. The passage of time will only magnify the importance.

As the MAGA Boomers - and as much as I mock their flag-waving sentimentality, they’re the last bastion of decency on the right - die out, what’s coming up behind them is a generation of activists who will ONLY be interested in how a policy helps “fight the Jews.” You don’t like immigration? Why are you demanding a wall? Only ENDING THE JEWS will save the white race. Birthright citizenship? Why are you trying to end it? We need more Muslims as citizens, to FIGHT THE JEWS.

“No Somali ever lied to me when I was in third grade!”

Get ready to hear that a LOT.

You have no idea what’s coming; I do. Holocaust denial will become to the right what DEI became to the left: an essential element. We have to kill it now. Doubt me, Friendo? Go to your emails and see who owes who the steak dinner for a lost bet about future events.

You can take that steak dinner money and put it in the GiveSendGo and we’ll call it even (steak dinner for two at Mastro’s - $300 without wine, $500 with. And we’d have certainly had wine).

In 2023, when German billionaire Peter Theil founded Passage Press to give voice to important rightists like Raw Beef Bronzer and Mendacious Bogman, he hired a suave, handsome gent to run the operation: “Lomez” - aka Jonathan Keeperman - a former teacher.

Keeperman benefits from the “Speer Principle.” Albert Speer wasn’t the best looking guy on earth…he was no Errol Flynn or Gabby Hayes. But because the other top Nazis were so incredibly ugly, Speer was lauded for being visually pleasing. And yeah, grading on a far-right curve, Keeperman’s a keeper, man (you gotta know the openly gay Thiel made that joke at least once).

I envy that hairline like Screech envied men who could get erections.

In January 2024 Keeperman/Lomez came to my house to discuss a book deal, in the company of my buddy Blake Neff and current Trump administration Under Secretary of State Sarah Rogers. Keeperman told me that he wanted to reprint Republican Party Animal and publish my anti-denial book. I explained that my goal is to kill the denial cult, and Keeperman agreed that it’s a worthy one. I further explained that the only way to fight denier ideological orthodoxy is to also acknowledge the flaws with the mainstream ADL orthodoxy.

Again, he agreed. Indeed, he got so pumped, he excitedly tweeted to tease the deal:

I thought I had an ally, but because the boss was Thiel, I only had an axis. He offered me $3,000 for two books - the RPA second edition and the from-scratch anti-denial book. And that’s just insulting, especially from a guy worth $28 billion.

But Lomez/Keeperman, a teacher, understood the importance of what I’m trying to do. And I ended up going with a publishing company that offered just a tad more. Barely a tad, but I don’t turn my nose up at tads.

BTW, since I mentioned Blake, he’s getting nonstop attacked on X right now by the Carlsons (Tuck n’ Buck), who accuse him of covering up Charlie Kirk’s true murderers: the Jews. Tuck and his brother even claim that Blake framed an innocent tranny to take the fall. The CarlSSons are mocking Blake’s looks, and siccing their minions on him daily. And “friends” who have profited from Blake are just letting it happen.

See, that’s where we are now. People don’t speak up, even for friends, because there’s risk in doing so, and reward in not doing so. The Jew-haters are okay with that…for the moment. Once they get more power, you will have to agree with them. Cowardly silence satisfies them for the moment; soon it will not. And cowards in silence now will be cowards in compelled agreement then.

It was not always so that every Dem had to be pro-tranny. It was enough to just not be anti-tranny. You were allowed to stay silent, neutral. That’s certainly not the case anymore, because once the trans lobby gained just enough power to be able to bully, bully they did. Silence stopped being an option; it became advocate or be shunned.

That’s your future once the anti-Jewish Zoomers and their shepherds like Carson get in the door with Vance. Right now my cowardly friends can satisfy the bullies with “non-opposition.” Soon enough, open advocacy will be demanded.

That’s just how these things progress.

And they will progress…if we don’t do something while we can. And what I can do, uniquely, is kill the gateway drug.

A year ago, you guys helped me out with ten grand to see me through those two books. You stepped up when a billionaire wouldn’t. The Palantir guy’s own front man was like, “this is important work,” but Thiel wouldn’t pony up an amount that is literally valet money to him. But you, my loyal friends and readers, who are not worth $28 billion, did what needed to be done.

And I’m grateful. The RPA second edition with all its new content is a week away from release, and the denial book will come out at the end of the year.

Can we rally one last time for the video I want to do? The not-for-profit video that can, hopefully, flood the ‘net and bring reason where it’s most needed to kill the cult of unreasonables who’ve distilled my 57 years on this earth into one afternoon in my apartment in 1992 when I plugged two VHS machines into each other?

I love you guys, and I respect you guys. This might be a sweet cesspool, but that doesn’t mean we can’t beautify it a bit.

A little ignorance fought, a little ignorance countered, a little human influence in the right direction to counter the influence coming from the other end, will really spruce this cesspool up!

Here’s the GiveSendGo link. And thank you for reading all the way through.

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