MTV's Scatological Swinishness

MTV's Scatological Swinishness

"Vice is a monster of so frightful mien/ As to be hated needs but to be seen.

Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face/We first endure, then pity, then embrace."

Alexander Pope.

"At 4:30 p.m. on 30 March 2002, Israeli military forces took over Palestinian TV stations when they occupied Ramallah in the West Bank, immediately shutting them down. What followed was a little more unusual. Shortly after occupying the Al-Watan TV station, the Israeli forces began broadcasting pornography over its transmitter. Eventually, according to a report from The Advertiser, an Australian newspaper, the Israelis expanded their cultural offensive against the Palestinian people by broadcasting pornography over two other Palestinian stations, the Ammwaj and Al-Sharaq channels. ...

"[The Israelis] knew that a blind opponent is no opponent at all, and because they knew -- as the ancient Greeks knew -- that lust makes a man blind ... Israel's use of pornography in their battle against the Palestinians isn't so inexplicable."

E. Michel Jones (Editor, Culture Wars magazine)

The swinishness of the art and entertainment mavens who are the purveyors of what passes for "culture" these days was much in evidence in California on 21 January 2001during the taping of a pilot for a new MTV program called Dude, This Sucks. The studio was filled with mostly White, teenaged girls who had come to watch the show. What they got instead was a deluge of excrement sprayed on them by a pair of "Shower Rangers." Yes, dear reader, these trendy little air-headed girls -- whose parents are obviously too demoralized, intimidated, or brain-dead to keep their kids from going to a "show" with such a title and in such a place -- had their bodies sprayed with the same kind of material that MTV pollutes the minds of children with every day. But first a little scatological background information.

It seems that there are quite a number of rather influential Americans who feel warm and cozy about fecal matter. Take the case of Allen Ginsberg; a man obsessed with his anus. In his later years, he loved to talk about all of the uses he had put it to during his miserable lifetime. He also bragged proudly about the many "young boys" he had slept with, and of the numberless soldiers, sailors, and motorcycle enthusiasts who had penetrated his rear end through the years. In fact he even wrote "poetry" about how great it felt having some dude's hot sperm shooting into his mouth or his anus. Ginsberg also had a thing about vomit and his mother. In his "poetry" he tells us about his mom's bowel movements. We get to read about how she vomits all over the bathroom floor while naked, and how, after stretching her old, fat and wrinkled body out on a bed, he wonders whether she wants him to have sex with her. In other words, Ginsberg is to literature what the stuff that sticks to your shoes when you walk through a dog kennel is to your brand new wall to wall carpeting. So naturally, in brainwashed and 'sensitized' America, this debauched degenerate's "poetry" is taught in all of the schools, his "poems" are to be found in all of America's libraries, and there is even a university which houses the "Ginsberg papers." God protect post-1960's America!

Speaking of "debauched degenerates," how about Freud? Think about all of the ink he used up writing about excrement and how ones turds could be shaped into penises by the poor, innocent, little children whose naïve parents were bamboozled into bringing them to this quintessential charlatan and professional culture-destroyer for "treatment." "You see," he undoubtedly told them, assuming an air of unassailable authority, "little Rudolph is playing with his ka-ka because he wants to mold it into a penis so he can have sex with his mommy." And the dummies actually listened to this crap, and paid the exorbitant fees this unethical mind-manipulator charged. It was Freud who wrote: "Defecation affords the first occasion on which the child must decide between a narcissistic and an object-loving attitude. He either parts obediently with his feces, sacrificing them to his love, or else he retains them for the purposes of auto-erotic satisfaction." Did you get that, dear reader? Perhaps you would like to read it again, just to make sure you weren't hallucinating. This was also the man who wrote dozens of letters to his colleague and fellow professional-huckster, Dr. Robert Fliess, insisting that "the size of a woman's vagina is directly related to the size of her nose," and that "[it] is well-known that gastric pains occur especially often in those who masturbate."

Such reprehensible creatures can only gain prominence in societies where Helleno-Christian values and norms have been marginalized or are not taught at all, thereby producing the kind of self-destructive "tolerance to (deviant) diversity" we see all around us today.

Continuing now with our excremental cavalcade, we come to Dr. John Rosen. This exemplar of psychoanalytical quackery also had a frenzied fecal fixation. Naturally, in "tolerant" America, this walking abomination went unchallenged for many years by his equally quackish colleagues in that tightly-knit and incestuous profession of calamity howlers. Not that Dr. Rosen was exceptional, mind you. According to former psychoanalyst, Dr. J .M. Masson (who left the "profession" in disgust, and is now living normally), who wrote: "I am convinced that Rosen was no exception, no aberration. This is therapy." And just what kind of "unexceptional" activity did Dr. Rosen engage in with his dimwitted female patients, stupid and gullible enough to seek treatment through this form of medical mendacity? Why, he would make them suck and lick his anus as part of their "treatment," that's what. And what would our good Dr. Rosen (a rabid disciple of Freud's, by the way) be telling his female patients as they were sucking away? Why he would instruct them to orally "take in as much of his feces as [they] could," and that "this is what it's all about, this is when a baby is at peace, when it is sucking." Remember now, according to Dr. Masson -- who was involved in the "profession" for many years -- this behavior is "no aberration." In other words, this is therapy in America, where there are millions of dumbed-down mooches for such creatures to prey upon. And what did his perturbed and puerile peers in the profession of pestilential puling have to say about Dr. Rosen? Here's a typical evaluation of this man's work by one of his colleagues, a Dr. Paul Federn, who wrote: "Rosen's findings are also another proof of the truth of Freud's tenets. ... I pay my tribute to Dr. Rosen that, as a psychiatrist, he has incorporated Freud's work into his own mind..."

There are, of course, members of the art of malevolent mental-manipulation whose consciences force them to spill the beans once in a while. One of these is the aforementioned Dr. Masson. Another is Dr. H. J. Eysenck, who, after many long years in the "profession," wrote: "There appears to be an inverse correlation between recovery and psychotherapy; the more psychotherapy, the smaller the recovery rate."

Have you figured out yet, dear reader, just what it is that all of these individuals have in common? Yes, that's right, they are all connoisseurs of crap! Just like the head honchos of the TV programming your children are addicted to. One question before we continue with our foray into the minds of professional feces-fetishists and corporate coprophiliacs. If some stranger were to knock on your door and ask you if it were okay for him to come into your home and talk to your children for 3 to 6 hours a day, would you let him? Of course not! Yet this is exactly what happens in most American homes where the tube is turned on and watched by children for about that number of hours daily. Don't you think it is necessary that you know just what kind of depraved and satanic perverts and sodomites are behind the programming your children are watching? Don't you realize that your children's minds are being inundated with a bombardment of music and imagery that is nothing more than a culture-destroying excremental effluence emanating from the tube, just the way the bodies of those girls in California were inundated with real excrement? But more about that incident later.

We recall an article pertinent to our subject which was published a couple of years ago in the British journal, New Statesman & Society, and will try to relate as much of it as we can by memory. Now Britain and the U.S. are actually "sliding toward Gomorrah" at about the same rate of speed, so what follows could have happened -- and, in fact, is happening -- in America as well. The two protagonists in the story go by the names of Gilbert and George, though we've been told that their real names are Sydney and Jacob, and that they come from New York City. The article is actually a bit of "art" criticism about an exhibition held at the well-known South London Gallery, and is titled "Fecal Fulminations." The sub-title is "Gilbert and George's Naked Excrement Pictured as Art." (The reader is kindly requested to mentally substitute the appropriate word starting with "s" wherever the term "excrement" appears. We decided not to reproduce the actual language used in the article.)

The text went something like this: "This exhibition of naked excrement is a collection of huge photos of Gilbert and George's excrement molded and sculptured into varying patterns and subjects. The neo-Victorian building that housed the exhibit could have been the chapel of a Gothic church, with its stained glass windows and vaulted arches. In the case of this exhibit, however, the walls were not hung with medieval tapestries, but with with floor to ceiling pictures of the artists' [!] excrement. Flying excrement, cruciform excrement, penile excrement [remember Freud?], and huge photos of Gilbert and George, bent over, gripping their ankles, and exposing their naked anuses to the viewers."

There are even Biblical references in the catalog for this "art" exhibit. We are told by Gilbert and George that we are "no more than dust or excrement, and came into this world naked." The article goes on to say: "In this work, Gilbert holds George like the body of Christ brought down from the cross in an excremental pietá. Elsewhere, the artists [!] gather at the foot of the cross, like the lamenters in a painting by El Greco, only this time the cross is made of their own excrement."

One of the "cultural" granddaddies of these two turds (who are, however, able to get their filth exhibited in a prestigious art gallery) is, of course, none other than good old Sigmund Freud. Among the innumerable scatological references in his work we find the following: "The anal phase is arrested and pre-genital. The excrement is synonymous with the penis, a means of procreation. Defecation becomes the child's most valuable gift, to be given or withheld."

Compare that, dear reader, to an Homeric Hymn; to a Theogony by Hesiod; to an Ode by Pindar; to one of Plato's dialogues; to a play by Aeschylus, Sophocles, or Euripides; to a poem by Archilochus, Simonides, or Sappho; to one of Aristotle's lectures; to the intellectual genius of Hypatia; to the philosophy and science of an Archimedes, Eratosthenes, or Aristarchus; to the civilizing greatness of an Alexander; to the celestial beauty of an Orthodox liturgy; to the magical wonder of a Byzantine chant; to anything said or written by Samuel Johnson; to a novel by Feodor Dostoevsky; or to an aria by Puccini. Until the day comes when the world's young are more familiar with such names and expressions of true art as these -- rather than to the kind of fecal-smelling scum we've been talking about -- Western Civilization will continue its diabolical slide into swinishness.

And of course, we mustn't forget the record industry. We learned recently that a Harvey Weinstock is the president of the music [!] company that released this gem by a Black rapper group called 2 Live Crew:

Suck my dick ... and make it puke

Lick my ass up and down

Lick it till your tongue turn doo-doo brown.

We are told that these "lyrics" (it actually hurts to use this beautiful Greek word in association with this puke) are rather tame compared to some of the even smuttier stuff that America's kids are listening to. Not to be outdone in the general slide toward swinishness, and thanks to our neo-Hellene "grekili" and the political prostitutes who've been ordained to rule us, this audio-gonorrhea is now infecting the minds, hearts, and psyches of our precious Greek children as well. Ach, if only a world could be created where the ruthlessly criminal purveyors of this poison could be legally tried, found guilty, and condemned to suffer the punishment they deserve. We wonder just how many millions of ordinary people -- people whose children's lives have been destroyed by drugs, alcohol, homosexuality, AIDS, and all of the other pathologies these perverted vermin are knowingly encouraging -- would eagerly volunteer to serve as jurists at such trials.

Speaking of "purveyors of poison," we must not exclude the likes of media boss, Michael Eisner, who took the venerable Disney Corporation of the late Walt Disney and turned it into a cultural sewer. Remember the films Bambi, Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, Cinderella, Fantasia, and the Disney Hour on television? All of that disappeared after Eisner and his crew took over the company. Nowadays, through such Disney-owned corporations as The Walt Disney Picture Group, headed by Joe Roth, and Miramax Films, run by the Weinstein brothers, we get such raunchy and swinish productions as The Crying Game, Kids, and Priest. We dare any decent and normal reader of these words to view these septic-tank obscenities and not be deeply offended, insulted, and enraged. Yet, these movies continue to be produced and patronized.

Then, of course, we have such pillars of social responsibility as Gerald Levin, the boss of Time Warner, HBO, and Warner Music. Levin's holdings include feature film production companies such as Warner Brothers, Castle Rock, and New Line Cinema. He also lays claim to being the largest magazine publisher in America under Time Warner's publishing division, headed by his editor-in-chief, Norman Pearlstine. The temptation is almost irresistible to continue this catalog of media-manipulators and culture-annihilators; to talk, for instance, about such media bosses as Sam Newhouse or Edgar Bronfman, Jr., and the enormous power they've accumulated: power they are using to bring America to her knees. But their sordid and satanic stories must be held in abeyance for another time. We must get back to the subject of this article, which is about how much such people seem to be obsessed with excrement!

Which brings us to MTV's head honcho, Sumner Redstone (born Murray Rothstein). The size of this media maven's holdings is enormous, and includes such giant corporations as Viacom and Paramount Pictures. But the most important battering ram with which he is attempting to break down the walls of the West's Helleno-Christian heritage is MTV. This is the cultural criminal who gave America's children such role model productions as Beavis and Butthead, and is currently the biggest purveyor of race-mixing trash to White teenagers and sub-teens in America and most of Europe. MTV intrusively batters down the doors of over 210 million homes in over 70 countries, and is the most dominant cultural influence on White teenagers on the planet. (What in God's name does this say about these idiot Americans who've allowed this man -- a high-ranking member of a cabal of nihilists who obviously despise everything White, everything Christian, and everything decent -- to acquire such power? Can one be blamed for holding such bleating sheep in contempt? Do they deserve the unique and wonderful nation they were given by their Founding Fathers?)

It was to Redstone's MTV studios that a group of White teenaged girls came on the 21st of January 2001 to watch the taping of a pilot for a new MTV program titled Dude, This Sucks. A studio lackey told them to stand at a certain place on the stage where two performers, called the "Shower Rangers," were to do their act. The girls were never told just what kind of a performance it would be or why they were to stand at that particular part of the stage. The "Shower Rangers" soon came out wearing Boy Scout uniforms. They then turned their backs to the camera and to the teenaged girls, dropped their pants, bent over, and let loose with a shower of semi-liquid feces which spattered the unsuspecting girls from head to foot. They had, it seemed, dosed themselves with a laxative before the "performance."

To the kind of feces-obsessed slime we've been talking about, this kind of thing is obviously extremely funny. As for Sumner Redstone, we've been told he is a "control freak," and has his finger on practically everything that goes on, so he must have known what was in store for these young girls. But even if he didn't, such an event could only take place in an environment where the lower-echelon flunkies knew that it was in accord with the thinking and spirit of the higher-ups. Let's try to guess just how their sick and twisted minds must have considered this whole situation: 1) These are mostly young, blonde Shikses (naïve Gentile girls), and as such beneath contempt, so let's crap all over them. 2) The "Shower Rangers" dressed as Boy Scouts tells us what Redstone and company think of that organization, which has a mostly White and Christian membership. 3) Think about the title of the pilot, Dude, This Sucks. This is the language of street Blacks; the language Redstone and company want our White, Christian teenagers to become familiar and comfortable with. Just look at the way so many White kids dress nowadays, with the turned-back caps, baggy pants, oversized sneakers, tattoos, dreadlocks, and earrings, and you can see how successful these people have been in their efforts to undermine and destroy America by corrupting her young.

As it turns out, two of the girls who were sprayed and crapped upon were not amused, and neither were their parents. In early April of 2001, they filed suit in Los Angeles Superior Court charging MTV with "infliction of emotional distress, negligence, and battery." Somehow, though, this doesn't seem enough for what the culture destroyers like Redstone are doing every day to undermine and degrade White, Helleno-Christian civilization. The American courts, having come under the pernicious influence of such cosseted mediocrities as Allan Dershowitz and Johnny Cochran, have degenerated into the willing or unwilling enforcers of politically correct fascism, and no longer seem able to serve the interests of the vast majority of White Americans. Only large, peaceful, non-violent, mass demonstrations by Americans who've "had enough" may be able to stem or even reverse this diabolical slide into swinishness that the Redstones, the Gilbert & George's, the Rosen's, the Freuds, the Ginsberg's, and their kind, have foisted upon America and, through America, the world.


In a related piece titled "World Bank Funds MTV Depravity" in The New American (13 Jan.'03. p.7.), we read the following: "Going to MTV for help on preaching responsible sexual attitudes to young people is akin to going to Louis Farrakhan or the Aryan Nations for help on promoting tolerance and racial harmony. Yet that is what the World Bank has done once again. On December 1st, MTV aired "Staying Alive 4," the fourth in its World AIDS Day documentaries that began in 1998. 'Staying Alive will inform young people about the virus, promote safe lifestyle choices, provide information about local organizations and mobilize youth to overcome the stigma and discrimination surrounding HIV/AIDS and to fight for an end to the spread of HIV/AIDS,' proclaims an MTV promotional.

"Instead, in keeping with the MTV gospel of promiscuity and hypocrisy, the program promotes 'responsible' fornication and sodomy. Arguably, MTV and its imitator channels already share some of the blame for the spread of AIDS and other sexually transmitted diseases, by incessantly bombarding their youthful audiences with sexually charged and pornographic images and messages. Nevertheless, the World Bank is lavishing your tax dollars on this project. Other tax-supported sponsors of MTV's 'Staying Alive' are USAID and UNAIDS.

"MTV, [the] broadcast king of the rude, crude, nude, and lewd, plumbed new depths of degeneracy recently with the release in October 2002 of Jackass, a movie giving new meaning to the term 'top grossing film.' 'The R-rated hit, starring Johnny Knoxville, is reportedly causing audiences to be sick in their stomachs.' A Scripps Howard News Service report on Jackass stated on November 1st:

'In the movie, based on the MTV series, a man uses a toilet [to defecate] in the middle of the hardware store.'

'There are other [such] incidents [and] such reactions were not unexpected. During early screenings, a few preview audience members got sick,' said Knoxville. 'At the premiere screening of the film in Hollywood, [vomit] bags were attached to the back of every seat in anticipation. In his hometown of Knoxville, Tenn., there were three confirmed reports of vomiting during a showing a week ago.' The MTV 'star' was pleased. 'We had people puke in the previews, and it's good to see that it is carrying over to the general audience,' Johnny Knoxville reportedly said. According to news reports, Knoxville 'considers the reactions to Jackass to be a compliment.' " (Emphasis added.)

Editor's Note

Have you noticed, dear reader, the common thread that is introduced whenever these creatures are pitching their poison to the boobs, even in those areas of human endeavor considered inviolate and sacred? Once this kind of scum gets involved, have you noticed what kind of a stench from what kind of putrid material seems always to assail your nostrils? Did you get that? Whenever they acquire power, prestige, or influence, their minds automatically go to sh.t! When they program "entertainment" for our children, sh.t is automatically on the agenda. Sh.t and us; us and Sh.t! Has it penetrated, finally, just what these people think of you, your spouse, your kids, your parents, your world, your civilization, your religion...??? SH.T!!! that's what!!!.

An horrendous development

With a fanfare one would expect only for the Second Coming, the "Grekili" channel, Tempo TV, in the spring of 2002, began announcing that it would be offering MTV programming in Greece starting in mid-summer. The harm this will do to the traditionally tightly-knit Greek family can easily be imagined. We can now look for an increase in drug use, race mixing, homosexuality, AIDS, divorce, pre-teen, teen, and post-teen promiscuity, child molestation, alcohol abuse, sub-culture dress codes, and lots of gyrating genital organs and naked rumps of all colors and sizes to invade the sanctity of the Greek home.