Ever wonder why everybody everywhere has hated jews on one ocassion or another? The answer is, they are pedophiles and perverts the whole bunch of them!
Roman Polanski HOLLYWOOD FILMDIRECTOR drugs and sodomizes 13 year old girl. After this jewish owned hollywood launches campaign to pardon him. (i trust you heard of this one)
Excerpts from book, Portnoys Complaint w. 1960 written by Jew "Philipp Roth".
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Then came adolescence-half my waking life spent locked behind the bathroom door, firing my
wad down the toilet bowl, or into the soiled clothes in the laundry hamper, or splat, up against the
medicine-chest mirror, before which I stood in my dropped drawers so I could see how it looked
coming out. Or else I was doubled over my flying fist, eyes pressed closed but mouth wide open, to
take that sticky sauce of buttermilk and Clorox on my own tongue and teeth-though not infrequently, in
my blindness and ecstasy, I got it all in the pompadour, like a blast of Wildroot Cream Oil.
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Nevertheless, I was wholly incapable of
keeping my paws from my dong once it started the climb up my belly. In the middle of a class I would
raise a hand to be excused, rush down the corridor to the lavatory, and with ten or fifteen savage
strokes, beat off standing up into a urinal. At the Saturday afternoon movie I would leave my friends to
go off to the candy machine-and wind up in a distant balcony seat, squirting my seed into the empty
wrapper from a Mounds bar. On an outing of our family association, I once cored an apple, saw to my
astonishment (and with the aid of my obsession) what it looked like, and ran off into the woods to fall
upon the orifice of the fruit, pretending that the cool and mealy hole was actually between the legs of
that mythical being who always called me Big Boy when she pleaded for what no girl in all recorded
history had ever had. "Oh shove it in me, Big Boy," cried the cored apple that I banged silly on that
picnic. "Big Boy, Big Boy, oh give me all you've got," begged the empty milk bottle that I kept hidden
in our storage bin in the basement, to drive wild after school with my vaselined upright. "Come, Big
Boy, come," screamed the maddened piece of liver that, in my own insanity, I bought one afternoon at
a butcher shop and, believe it or not, violated behind a billboard on the way to a bar mitzvah lesson.
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and once behind the locked bathroom door, slip over my head a pair
of underpants that I have stolen from my sister's dresser and carry rolled in a handkerchief in my
pocket. So galvanic is the effect of cotton panties against my mouth– so galvanic is the word "panties"–
that the trajectory of my ejaculation reaches startling new heights: leaving my joint like a rocket it
makes right for the light bulb overhead, where to my wonderment and horror, it hits and it hangs.
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"Alex, I don't want you to flush the toilet," says my mother sternly. "I want to see what you've
done in there. I don't like the sound of this at all."
"And me," says my father, touched as he always was by my accomplishments-as much awe as
envy– "I haven't moved my bowels in a week," just as I lurch from my perch on the toilet seat, and with
the whimper of a whipped animal, deliver three drops of something barely viscous into the tiny piece of
cloth where my flat-chested eighteen-year-old sister has laid her nipples, such as they are. It is my
fourth orgasm of the day. When will I begin to come blood?
"Get in here, please, you," says my mother. "Why did you flush the toilet when I told you not
to?"
"I forgot."
"What was in there that you were so fast to flush it?"
"Diarrhea."
"Was it mostly liquid or was it mostly poopie?"
"I don't look! I didn't look! Stop saying poopie to me– I'm in high school!"
"Oh, don't you shout at me, Alex. I'm not the one who gave you diarrhea, I assure you. If all you
ate was what you were fed at home, you wouldn't be running to the bathroom fifty times a day.
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Well, where is this right mind on that afternoon I came home from school to find
my mother out of the house, and our refrigerator stocked with a big purplish piece of raw liver? I
believe that I have already confessed to the piece of liver that I bought in a butcher shop and banged
behind a billboard on the way to a bar mitzvah lesson. Well, I wish to make a clean breast of it, Your
Holiness. That-she-it-wasn't my first piece. My first piece I had in the privacy of my own home, rolled
round my cock in the bathroom at three-thirty-and then had again on the end of a fork, at five-thirty,
along with the other members of that poor innocent family of mine.
So. Now you know the worst thing I have ever done. I fucked my own family's dinner.
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Anonymous2009-12-14 9:57
JEWISH REVIEWERS FOR PORTNOYS COMPLAINT:
After reading PORTNOY'S COMPLAINT, I find myself scrambling to recall whether I have ever read another American novel anywhere near as hysterically funny.
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Most of his anger at growing up Jewish in a Christian-dominated society he takes out on these "shikses"--variously called Pumpkin, the Pilgrim and the Monkey--this is not a politically correct book from the feminist perspective. It does, however, raise serious questions about what it means to be a human being, as opposed to just a hyphenated-American.
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The best book on growing up jewish and male in America ever. Insanely funny. Insanely true. Always readable again and again for more insight and more laughs. Oy vey, read this book!
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The book is incredibly funny. You'll laugh out loud at the Alex's recollection of his childhood, masterbating in the bathroom while his mom calls into him, "Don't flush Alex! I want to see what's in your stool!"
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This book--like the split-screen dinner-table scene in ANNIE HALL--is a wonderful critique of upper-middle-class Protestant America. For this same sense of the sheer silliness of modern American manners, read Russell David Harper's existential and comic novel BALD.
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There are many reasons to read PORTNOY'S COMPLAINT, some historical, some aesthetic. It is an important book historically because it was one of the first novels to deal in depth with Jewish identity and with an explicitly Jewish family. If one looks for American Jewish novels before the work of Roth and Bellow, one will be rather stunned at how few books there were. Most writers of Jewish descent before Roth and Bellow wrote as assimilated authors, partly because of a deep suspicion in American society as a whole against Jews. Today it is often forgotten that even in the 1940s many young Jewish intellectuals changed their last names in efforts to escape the "Jew quotas" maintained by many American universities. Hollywood, though most studio heads were Jewish, invariably erased all Jewish identity in films. Alexander Portnoy's rants about his astonishing Jewish family may seem familiar today, but at the time it was very nearly without precedent.
Then there is the aesthetic dimension. Roth's writing about growing up Jewish in a goyishe world would have meant little if he hadn't also done it so well. This truly is one of the funniest novels that I have ever read.
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The two unavoidable facts of Portnoy's life are that he is 1) Jewish and 2) absolutely obsessed with sex. These two facts overwhelm anything else that can be said about him, even his own moral convictions that lead him to a life of public service. There is the implication that the particular nature of his Jewish upbringing--as a kosher Jew in a Christian culture--has played a crucial role in the molding of his sexuality, for while his sexual obsession hasn't been created by society, the particular ways that it is expressed has. Portnoy has no interest in Jewish girls, but only in non-Jewish women who he imagines (or perhaps they imagine) he can save, but whom he in fact exploits and abuses. The apex of the novel is his mistreatment and exploitation of a beautiful model whom he dubs The Monkey. His inability to treat his sexual conquests with respect and humanity is connected with his inability to escape his outsider status as a Jew in a Christian culture. But he is also a man without a country, as seen in the end of the novel where he attempts unsuccessfully to rape a young Israeli woman he meets in Israel.
So, in the end, PORTNOY'S COMPLAINT functions as a seminal Jewish novel, a highly successful comic novel, a sexual confession, and a moral novel.
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Never has a book spoken to me so directly and urgently as Philip Roth's "Portnoy's Complaint." I don't want to imply that I am an Alexander Portnoy but I have to admit there's a lot of me in this character.
The book is a revelation. First of all, it's not merely about sex. It seems the publishers want everyone to believe that's the main topic so once they're in the door they'll read over all this Jewish crap to get to the juicy bits. Well there are plenty of juicy bits but the book is first and foremost about the Jewish American consciousness. Just as Bigger Thomas doesn't stand for every African American, Alexander Portnoy doesn't stand for every Jew - however there's a lot of him in us.
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Anonymous2009-12-14 10:18
Similar themes are recurring in other works with the only connection being that they where written by jews.
Sigmund Freud, the man who enlightened us all with knowledge that we subconsciously desire our own mothers and that we are obsessed with our genitals and anus.
Tacitus, roman historian b. AD 56 d. AD 117.(!) writes about the jews.
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"This worship, however introduced, is upheld by its antiquity; all their other customs, which are at once perverse and disgusting, owe their strength to their very badness. The most degraded out of other races, scorning their national beliefs, brought to them their contributions and presents. This augmented the wealth of the Jews, as also did the fact, that among themselves they are inflexibly honest and ever ready to shew compassion, though they regard the rest of mankind with all the hatred of enemies. They sit apart at meals, they sleep apart, and though, as a nation, they are singularly prone to lust, they abstain from intercourse with foreign women; among themselves nothing is unlawful."
Jew here. Want names of Catholic pedophiles? I got hundreds of them.
Proof>Particular cases
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Anonymous2009-12-16 15:08
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You miss the whole point Schlomo.
All the cases i have listed are merely among the small minority of people who have gathered themselves prestige in someway, public figures, "celebrities" if you will. Celebrities are as you may know a very small minority of the population, as are perverts and yes, JEWS!
If it was that jews were not at all different from anyone else in anyway in sexuality, the phenomenon of a person being a jew, a public figure and a pervert at the same time would not at all exist.
See the link of the pedo rabbis i posted by the way.
At this very moment, I am thinking about Emmanuelle, his wife. I am thinking about his two kids who saw their dad's name ignominiously dragged through the mud. I am mostly thinking about him: Roman Polanski, who I don't know, but whose fate has moved me so much. Nothing will repair the days he has spent in prison. Nothing will erase the immense, unbelievable injustice he has been subjected to. Nothing will take away the hysteria of those ones who have never stopped pouring contempt upon him, hounding him through hatred and asking for his punishment as if we were living the darkest and most ferocious hours of the McCarthy era all over again. At least the nightmare is about to end. At least the end of the hell is looming. And this, for the time being, is what does matter.