American Dissident Voices broadcast of March 1, 2014
by Kevin Alfred Strom
A “TAX DODGE.” A “bogus religion.” Something he “abandoned” in later years in hopes of attracting Christians. So have William Pierce’s opponents, both within and without White nationalist circles, characterized Cosmotheism, the religion founded by Dr. Pierce. (ILLUSTRATION: Dr. William Pierce, founder of both Cosmotheism and the National Alliance. Image source: Kevin Alfred Strom)
But these characterizations are false. The Cosmotheist world view — the view that our race is the vanguard of the Universe’s evolving self-consciousness — was central to everything that Dr. Pierce wrote, uttered, and built during the last quarter century of his life.
American Dissident Voices broadcast of February 1, 2014
by Kevin Alfred Strom
LIBERTARIANISM is a tempting philosophy for White Americans who are disgusted by what their government has become. Libertarians vary somewhat in their perspectives, but their point of view can be summarized in Henry David Thoreau’s statement that “government is best which governs least.”(ILLUSTRATION: Because he wanted to cut the monster in Washington down to size, Ron Paul’s libertarian ideas were supported by many White Americans. But is “smaller government” really the answer?)
THOUSANDS OF BOOKS and papers belonging to the estate of Professor Revilo P. Oliver were stolen from Kevin Alfred Strom by his ex-wife with the collusion and assistance of the FBI and the “Joint Terrorism Task Force” and are now being flagrantly sold on Ebay by a vendor identifying himself as “Rick Remer” of Wardensville, West Virginia with the Ebay ID of “kaf780.” Kevin Strom, from whom the items were stolen, was chosen by Oliver himself, and the trustees of his estate, with the task of cataloguing and digitizing these invaluable papers, correspondence, and unpublished works. The digitizing work was only partially completed when Mr. Strom was arrested on false charges by the JTTF and incarcerated for two years, putting him in a position where he was utterly helpless to prevent the theft.
Remer makes no pretense of preserving Dr. Oliver’s legacy and sells the items to all and any takers, even trying to attract Jewish buyers and others potentially hostile to Dr. Oliver and his work with such titles as “Nazi,” “anti-Semitic,” and “Judaica” in his advertisements for the auctions. It is estimated that Remer has made tens of thousands of dollars from the sales.
VLADIMIR PUTIN HAS offered Edward Snowden asylum in Russia only on condition that he stop harming the interests of “our partners,” the US, by continuing to talk. Leaving aside the fact that Snowden may have already done all the significant talking he can do anyway, here are my thoughts:
I do think Putin’s playing a word game here, trying to make it sound like he’s not opposing every move of the Washington regime — which he is. He won’t extradite Snowden, despite massive US pressure. He arranged for Snowden to meet with Russian diplomats to facilitate his finding a country of asylum. He refers to Snowden as a “free man” and implies that he is doing noble work, and openly hopes he can find a new home. Putin says he will make sure that Snowden can travel freely from Russia to any country he chooses. (Contrast this with Britain’s treatment of Julian Assange.) And Snowden is actually in Russia, safe and unharmed. This in a world in which the evil US government was able to pressure Austria yesterday to force the President of Bolivia’s plane to make an involuntary landing so the bastards could “search” it for “fugitive” Snowden. France and Portugal were also bullied into denying that plane the right to be in their airspace.
HERE IS A WELL-DONE film created by Western Electric in 1948 which gives a brief history of the vacuum tube from AT&T’s perspective. The short part near the end about the War to Save the Soviet, during which all this technology was used to blast Western Civilization to bits and enslave its people, was a bit depressing — but the revolutionary genius of DeForest and the men who stood on his shoulders is quite inspiring, as are the pictures of America back before the Third World invasion. This is the world I was born into.
I wonder if, had our civilization not been derailed by the fall of the Classical world and the subsequent Dark Ages, we would have had electronic amplifiers and sophisticated radio communications in 948 instead of 1948. After all, we knew the Earth was a sphere, and its diameter, in 500 BC, and we had steam engines in 50 AD — though this knowledge was subsequently lost when the crazies took over.
HIS FOOTPATH TO THE HEIGHTS is almost invisible now, overgrown with timothy grass and mountain laurel, tenanted by bees heavy with nectar and pollen instead of by a man heavy with the future.
Morning after morning, for almost two decades, William Luther Pierce would take this path and ascend to the highest point on what he simply called “The Land.” At the summit, he would look out, all the way to the horizon, upon a creamy, ever-shifting ocean of fog from which the higher mountain peaks, especially his, jutted upward abruptly like widely-separated cliff-islands in some Hyperborea of dreams.
IT WAS 45 YEARS AGO this Summer. Expo 67, the World’s Fair. I remember it very well — though I was just 11 at the time. My family — my Mom and Dad, my brother, and our little part-beagle-part-terrier Cookie — drove up from Virginia in our blue ’64 Belvedere.
We had an attachment to Canada, because in earlier years we had travelled across thousands of miles of her beautiful plains and mountains almost every Summer, driving from Alaska to Minnesota and back again. Quebec was new to us, though.
I had been prepared to be disliked, since some folks had said the Francophones don’t like Anglophones. But I experienced nothing like that. The Quebecers seemed to like me, and I liked them back. No one seemed to mind speaking English to us. Except for the euphonious sound of French, which still delights me, they seemed just like us.
FROM A DISTANCE, it was a scene of almost inexpressible beauty. Ellen and Roger were driving through the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains near the Skyline Drive. The rolling rural Virginia landscape glowed with the warm pollen haze of early spring. A few thousand feet ahead on the narrow two-lane road lay a sleepy village.
“Look at the Civil War memorial and those proud old houses… and at that lovely church steeple,” said Ellen. “I’ll bet this town looks almost the same now as it did in 1905.”
“I think you’re right,” replied her husband Roger. “Not a Wal-Mart in sight, though they did add telephone poles… I like it out here in the country.” Roger and Ellen worked in northern Virginia, near Washington, where endless asphaltscapes have covered practically every green thing, where corporate commercialism and Leviathan government agencies blend jarringly with a chaotic Third World bioculture, where hopelessly outgunned policemen deal with gangs that outnumber them 100 to 1, and where valiant teachers find that a public school system in which 72 separate languages are spoken makes a mockery of the word education.
THERE IS CURRENTLY an obsessed Internet gossip, famous not only for a fairly literate pro-White science fiction book he wrote a decade ago (which I reviewed positively) but also for the sheer number of his false IDs and conversations with himself in online forums and comment areas, who has been huffing and puffing everywhere he can find a mention of my name and recent work, warning everyone about the extreme danger of “allowing Kevin Strom back into the movement.”
Age, aspartame, alcohol, or acute loneliness may be to blame for his progression from the apparent naïveté of claiming that plea deals in the corrupt federal court system have any resemblance to reality, to bringing up false accusations of which I have been acquitted in open court, to out-and-out making things up. And I am reluctant to gratify the homunculus’s hunger to be noticed or to dignify his ever-shifting claims with a response. But I write because 1) it’s important to set the record straight, and 2) new evidence has come to light.