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Equalitarian Theorists Worried

Bassou lives in the Valley of Dades, near the town of Skoura, in Morocco.  He sleeps in the trees there and subsists on dates, berries, and insects.  He wears no clothes (although he was persuaded to don a burlap sack for the photograph which appears here), uses no tools, and speaks only in grunts.

The local Berbers have been aware of Bassou's presence for at least the past 25 years, but they shun him in superstitious fear and have been unable to give any clue as to his origin.  Western scientists have also been aware of Bassou for a number of years, but, for the most part, they too shun him in superstitious fear.  For Bassou's existence raises some very troubling questions for the true believers in the TV religion of universal human equality. It has been hard enough for them to try to fit Blacks and Whites together into that scheme, without having to worry about Bassou.

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CANNIBALISM ACCORDING TO BAKER

Over a very large part of the secluded area there is no evidence that human flesh was ever eaten, and no first-hand account of it is recorded by Fynn, Livingstone, Galton, Speke, or Baker. In several places the native inhabitants knew that cannibalism existed elsewhere; Speke and Baker give examples of this. Fynn mentions a tribe living in the vicinity of the Zulu that was stated to have taken to eating human flesh when their cattle were stolen; but this was not confirmed by direct observation, and the vast majority of Kafrid tribes were never cannibals, so far as is known. No suggestion is made anywhere that any Nilotid was ever a cannibal. Schweinfurth remarks of the Dinka (Ni), ‘It is scarcely necessary to say that the accounts of the cannibalism of the Niam-Niam excite as much horror amongst them as amongst ourselves.’

ITS "ISRAEL", NOT THE "HEATHENS"

By Clifton A. Emahiser

The Fable of the Ducks and Hens by George Lincoln Rockwell  

Narrated by Edgar J. Steele

Many, many years ago, When animals could speak. A wondrous thing the ducks befell, Their tale is quite unique.

Down by a pond dwelt all these ducks, Ten thousand at the least. Their duckish joys were undisturbed By any man or any beast.

One day down near the entrance gate, There was an awful din. A hundred hens all out of breath Were begging to come in.

“Oh let us in!” these poor birds cried, “Before we do expire!” “Tis only by the merest inch That we escaped the fire!”

'Twas the Night Before Christmas!

by Everett Moore