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Pastor
Richard Butler  Look HERE for more photo's of our hero!
DESK OF PASTOR BUTLER 9/2/04
emphasis was safety for Americans!
Bush for I remember a quote. Ben Franklin's I
believe " Those who would give up liberty for safety deserve neither
liberty or safety" We must renew in our minds who we are
and our mission on earth is, We were given a mission by our Father in Heaven to
live as Conquerers and Rulers! Not SLAVES in safety! Gen. I : 28 "Our Trip To the Fatherland"
After
my discharge in early 1946 and receiving a "Victory Button" to wear
in my lapel, I wondered why it was referred to as the "ruptured
duck." It wasn't long before I began to realize just how aptly named it
was. Five years afterwards it began to dawn upon myself and a few others in our
group of friends that most definitly we had fought the wrong people in Europe.
As I was of German/English extraction and most of my friends and relatives were
all essentially the same breed. My uncle and I had attended a couple
Silver Shirt rallies. I recall how excited we all were at the radio reports re:
the German invasion of the USSR. We cheered the remarkable advance
of the Panzers, making bets on how soon they would take Moscow. In those days
all we knew was Hitler hated communists, and so did my folks, as did we
teenagers. I carried and delivered Liberty magazine, and around my tenth year I
read Floyd Gibbons' story "The Red Napoleon" serialized in Liberty
magazine. In the newsreels of the day I thrilled to the movies of the marching
Germans. A few years back I myself had marched in Denver with the "Highlanders." My aunt told me about Breslau where my
mother's family came from. What a beautiful city it was. I dreamed of going to
Germany to visit, then came our entry into the war. I did not want to go to
Europe against my kindred. I was working as an assistant foreman at Vultee
Aircraft at the time when news came that the Department of War was looking for
technicians to go to India to help bolster the British effort against Japan. So
I signed up and spent one and half years in the China, Burma, India theater
(10th AF). There a group of us listened to William Joyce (Lord Haw Haw)
speaking from Berlin. I admit I had a terrible set of mixed emotions -
my love for my Race, yet torn by my duty to my oath of allegiance. As in
the CBI, equipment was scarce and second rate. Why the hell is everything going
to Europe? It was the Japs who attacked us, who murdered our men in the Battan
Death March!
It was almost ten years after
the war that Dr. Wesley A. Swift gave me the truth. It was my Race to whom I
owed my allegiance not to politicians who served to enslave and destroy my
people in behalf of anti-Christ world jewry. In long private sessions I learned
from Dr. Swift that Hitler was perhaps the second witness of our Father's Life
Law.
In 1981 my dream to visit the
Fatherland nearly came true, then the bombing of our church building. Then in March, after another decade
passes, we stretched the plastic to the limit and with the wonderful
hospitality of the Manfred Roeder family, my dream of dreams came true. We landed in Frankfurt. Going through
passport check I was shocked - instead of being among blond,
blue-eyed people, I was in Calcutta! Everywhere there were turbaned Hindus,
Pakistanis, Chinamen of every hue and shade except White, all new arrivals as
our plane unloaded, except it seemed these were the majority. We stood in line
for the passport check; good looking, blue-eyed young men were routinely
checking the passport photos with the person standing before him. As I stood
there in line I wondered what these young Aryans thought as they looked at the
flood of mud inundating their once pristine land. Our shock was eased as we
took the train to the railroad station and found that the mud flood was
interested only in the cities. The trains heading for Kassel were occupied by
Aryans, mostly German. German trains are marvels of
mass transportation - smooth, quiet and fast. Traveling throughout
the countryside was a wonderful sight. The roadways were clean - I
mean spotless. The order of the gardens of the homes and flowerbeds were not
marred by even one scrap of paper, a can or a plastic cup, obviously the mark
of responsible people, a proud kindred folk who honored their national
homeland. We Americans are in a sense rootless in comparison to our German
kindred. Several hundred years before Hermann's victory over the Roman armies
of Varius, the Israel tribe known as the "scepter bearer" of our Race
occupied what is known as the Fatherland. I remeber well what Manfred's son
Conrad stated when he visited with us at Aryan Nations in 1982: "I
am a German! I really dont care to learn English; German is my language.
Germany is my home, my allegiance." Thinking back in time some 60
years or so, a part of American youth shared some of the traits that were
natural in the German family. Beyond all the wonderful sights
we were shown by the Roeders, the most wonderful was being with the entire
family, four fine young men and two lovely young ladies, each of which honor
their father and mother, the products of a 2000-year-old finishing school of
National ethnic Identity, each a model of physical and mental perfection
according to the talents each has inherited, physically perfect and qualified
in sculpture, portrait painting, music, as well as domestic arts. They all share
a love for classical and folk music. When observing this fine family
and their many compatriots, I could not help but think of the guilt that we all
share in lending our strength to smash the moral good in order to replace it
with total jewish evil that is today's society in the "New World
Order".
~ Pastor Richard G. Butler ~ |
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