Subverted Amerika Spurns its Patriots, Like Alan Stang

henrymakow.com — July 19, 2018

alan stang-Alan Stang (1932-2009) died nine years ago today (July 19). For almost 50 years, the American people had no more stalwart and courageous defender than this man, who was born Jewish and converted to Christianity.  In his book, It’s Very Simple, (1965) he exposed the “Civil Rights” Movement as Judeo-Masonic (Communist) subversion.
Because he opposed the Communist (Illuminati) conspiracy, he has been flushed down the memory hole. For 50 years of dedication and sacrifice, there is barely a decent obituary online, let alone a biography or Wikipedia article.
This is the thanks true patriots get in Zionist Occupied Amerika. Luckily his articles and many broadcasts and books are still available. 
“I have been writ­ing about these mon­sters for some forty-five years. I know they have been com­mit­ting mon­strous atroc­i­ties for some two hun­dred years. I am tired of be­ing po­lite.”

“My Language- Not for Sissies” (2007)

by Alan Stang — (Abridged by henrymakow.com) 

We’re an empire now, and when we act, we create our own reality. And while you’re studying that reality – judiciously, as you will – we’ll act again, creating other new realities, which you can study too, and that’s how things will sort out. We’re history’s actors . . . and you, all of you, will be left to just study what we do.  (Ron Suskind, NYTimes Magazine, Oct. 17, 2004). Said by Karl Rove
Some forty-five years ago, when I first be­came aware of the con­spir­acy for world dom­i­na­tion, took up my sword and shield in the bat­tle for Amer­ica and sal­lied forth to arouse oth­ers, I dis­cov­ered two kinds of people. Race, sex, eth­nic­ity and ed­u­ca­tion did not seem to mat­ter. The dif­fer­ence be­tween the two kinds cut through them all.
The first kind would tell me that he or she had long sus­pected some­thing was wrong but could­n’t iden­tify it. Now that I had, every­thing came into fo­cus and they could. Now they could eas­ily pre­dict what would hap­pen, sim­ply be­cause they knew what had hap­pened be­fore. Even to­day I can still do that and mys­tify peo­ple, but it is so easy, so ob­vi­ous, I don’t even think of it as pre­dict­ing.
In­deed, from time to time I still get mes­sages from peo­ple who say that when they first heard me talk, the shock was so great they knew I was crazy, but now that suf­fi­cient time has passed they re­al­ize that they are crazy too. One lady ac­tu­ally said that. “Guess what? Now I’m crazy too!”
…The sec­ond kind of prospect would lis­ten with half an ear, some­times less, and re­main un­con­vinced. “Prove it! Prove it!” I can hear one of them shout­ing. So I would go away and come back with more proof. But I never could per­suade them. The proof I pre­sented was never enough, or never enough of the right kind…
But they never did and I con­tin­ued to blame my­self, wast­ing pre­cious time. As you can prob­a­bly imag­ine, the frus­tra­tion was in­tense. Only grad­u­ally did the truth dawn that there was noth­ing wrong with me. There was some­thing wrong with them. Some of them were sim­ply too weak minded or in­tim­i­dated or cov­etous to face re­al­ity. Oth­ers may have been de­lib­er­ately try­ing to waste my time.
What­ever the rea­son, as the truth fi­nally dawned on me, I, of course, changed my method. Now, maybe once a year, I would stop by for a few min­utes to see whether they had made any progress, whether they had re­cov­ered from their delu­sions. Some­times they had; of­ten they had not. If not, I would cheer­fully go my way.

 

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