Keep The Bastard On A Short Leash

A word to the reader – the following will undoubtedly be a rant. The language contained within will be offensive and often untenable. However, when dealing with the racist right, sometimes such things are just unavoidable.

The last person who pissed me off this much is now serving forty years in a maximum security prison. Rarely do I ever feel the need to engage in flagellation of anyone and equally as rarely does anyone send my temper right off the charts. However, a certain slum-lord, sleazebag has seemed to have that effect on me.

Yesterday I listened to a “radio program,” that William A. White did on Hal Turner’s network. The piss-poor quality aside, I, once again, realized that Mr. White is nothing more than a pseudo-intellectual trying to make a name for himself in whatever venue happens to be available to him. In so doing, he makes a horse’s ass out of himself and speaks volumes about the lack of character, integrity, and moral fiber of those practicing racists that make up his cadre.

When the story broke about eighteen-year-old Jacob Robida using an axe and a gun on the patrons of a gay bar in New Bedford, Bill White was quickly referring to young Jacob as a “normal” white man who had had enough. As despicable as that sounds…it gets worse.

Robida, it was discovered, had a fascination with a cultish rap group known as “Insane Clown Posse.” He also had a penchant for swastikas and racist/anti-Semitic literature. Some of his closest friends characterized him as considerably racist.

After leaving New Bedford, Robida picked up a thirty-three year old girlfriend who might not have gone willingly and ended up in Arkansas where he killed a police officer, the girlfriend, and himself in an insane chain of events.


As most of the racists were attempting to deny any sort of connection between Robida and the racist movement, Bill White’s glaring referral to Jake as a “normal” individual was casting even more aspersions than there already were on White’s claimed “Nazism.” In what had to be the back-peddle of the month, White began to lambaste the young murderer. If it were not for the fact that there were so many people touched by Robida’s insanity, it would have been comical to watch White attempt to extricate his foot from his over-zealous mouth.

Bill White now claimed, “It is clear the immediate cause of Robida's behavior was his consumption of the music produced by the Insane Clown Posse, a horror-rap group that openly advocates mass murder with an axe. Having reviewed his MySpace.com profile -- http://www.myspace.com/jakejekyll, I do not see any 'National Socialist' symbols or material posted -- but I do see the lyrics of Insane Clown Posse raps posted prominently throughout the site, as well as pictures of Robida in Insane Clown makeup. I also see numerous calls of support from other followers of the group.”

We guess that Bill overlooked the Seig Hiel and the 14/88 that started the page. But then if you are feverishly attempting to cover up a previous blunder – you just bull-shit your way through it. The next thing that needs to be done is to find someway to refocus the blame – a way that all the racists would accept. Hence:

"This kind of nihilism is much more closely associated to militant anti- racism and to Jewish modernism than it is to National Socialism. There is no question that youth who engage in this kind of behavior often look at National Socialism, either, a) in an effort to find a sense of identity and lift themselves out of their nihilism, or b) because they have watched too much Jewish television and come to believe that National Socialism is somehow linked to their nihilistic fantasies.”

So, now this ignorant buffoon wants to blame anti-racists and the Jews. This should not have been too shocking or surprising – and it wasn’t. It’s pretty much Bill White’s schtick and I dealt with it. It wasn’t until Bill took to the cyber waves with his horseshit that I totally wanted to reach through my computer and…well, you can imagine.

Under deplorable audio, I found myself trying to make sense of what this maniac was trying to convey. As he ranted about Insane Clown Posse and the influence this had on Jacob Robida ( because, according to Bill – if he says it, it’s gospel) I found myself thinking about the influence that music often has on the young. True enough, ICP is a despicable group and their lyrics are pretty disgusting. I wouldn’t allow it to be played in my house. Hal Turner obliged Bill by playing a clip of an ICP song that was pretty indicative of the duo and their lack of talent. But to hear Bill White tell it – the lyrics whipped Jacob Robida into a killing frenzy and just sent him over the edge.

The one word that I just kept repeating throughout all of this was “bullshit.” And I kept wondering what he would have had young Jacob listen to. Of course I already knew the answer to that:

Run Nigger Run
By Vaginal Jesus

Run- I've got a chainsaw
Run- I've got david duke's phone number
Run- My father owns a rope factory
Run- My uncle's the grand dragon
Run, Nigger-nigger, run, nigger-nigger, run! run! (3x)
Run, Nigger-nigger, run, nigger-nigger, run!
Run- I've got a bucket of tar
Run- And it looks like you
Run- My friend has some feathers
Run- You're gonna fucking die
Run, Nigger-nigger, run, nigger-nigger, run! run! (3x)
Run, Nigger-nigger, run, nigger-nigger, run!

OR…

Racially Debased
By Angry Aryans

The mud brown child that's been given birth
The beating of your life is what it is worth
To satisfy your lust, well, you never did care
Your baby was born a mongrel, with African hair!
The culprit of producing a maleficient race
We will soon dispose of your shameless disgrace
Your villainous contempt is really well understood
Your futile cries of mercy will do ya no good!
You had to be sexually explored by countless black men
You continue to abide by this horrible trend
Fear strickened eyes are drenched with tears
Your feeble pleas will only fall upon deaf ears
My Hands are around your neck
Your error is mine to correct
The air slowly dwindles away
Your defiled body, on the ground it lays.

OR…

Splatterday, Nigger Day
By Grinded Nig

Drive around in my van
We want to kill a nigger
They are in the city
Follow one into the alley
We all attack the nigger
He has seen his last day

Beat his face from black to red
Cut off his cock, shove it in his mouth
No more racemixing, spreading your seed

Splatter day, Nigger Day
We must stop the decay
Splatterday, Nigger Day
Niggers are in the Whiteman?s way

Slice open an ape throat, pull out the esophagus
Mutilate the nigger face with a sharp instrument
Flesh & Meat splattered on my hands and the wall

Chorus
Fuck the Hip-Hop community
We will kill minorities

Now, I’m certain that the calming and melodic melodies provided by this hatecore would have had a soothing effect on the tortured mind of one so young as Jacob Robida. And I am certain that had Mr. Robida elected to listen to such enrichment he would have been a much better white man and people would still be alive.

In the grand scheme of things, Bill White might be nothing more than an amoebic drivel but in the context of the events surrounding this troubled child he has become more than just an infected pus-sac. He has become the quintessential asshole and a lying sack of manure.

Jacob Robida was a very trouble young man and we may never know what tripped his trigger. It is doubtful that it was one thing over another. It was, more than likely, a combination of experiences and influences. And try as Bill White may, he cannot negate the fact that one of those influences was the neo-Nazi ideology of hate and bigotry. No matter how much he wants others to think that it was the Jews and the anti-racists, no matter how much spin he tries to place on this crime, the bottom line is – the kid’s room was lined with swastika flags and anti-Semitic writing. That was one of the influences – and had neo-Nazism not been in existence, perhaps that fragile mind wouldn’t have snapped.

The lyrics of ICP are hateful. The tenets of National Socialism and Nazism are hateful. To an already distressed and youthful mind, the two can be reconciled. Jacob Robida is a prime example of that. And the demented and convoluted spewing of Bill White can’t change that. He can’t spin it any other way. How is it that this man believes himself to be an authority in such things?

He rails against violence – and claims to not advocate violence against anyone. This is the same man who said, “It is justified to rape and murder an individual involved in an organization such as “One People’s Project,” there is no question that if one of the individuals associated with them is raped and murdered, it is well deserved and there is no crime insofar as the pain inflicted on the victim is concerned.”

I am of the opinion that Bill White is a pitiful excuse for what we know as human. It is also my opinion that Bill White needs a padded room and a huge dose of Thorazine. Until the day arrives when those needs are met, I can only hope that someone keeps the bastard on a very short leash.