When of one mind, Janus' views
form a composite of his two main sides. He attempts to consider issues with care and thoughtfulness, though he remains biased towards Christianity and Western
traditions. Outsiders might call him a Conservative, but in fact he is a Fundamentalist in that he promotes the Christian values that raised Western civilization to its peak.
One of the faces, looking to our right and called Patulcius, is the headstrong and determined side of Janus, tending to authoritarian ideals. Patulcius looks to history and upholds the traditions of
Christianity and Western civilization, and the well-being of Western nations. Patulcius sees world events as a struggle between divine and demonic
forces.
The other face—the easy-going, more open-minded, left-facing Clusivius—dislikes authority and prefers a more individualistic outlook. Clusivius looks to the future and contemplates changes. While
Christian, Clusivius takes an interest in the well-being of other civilizations as well as the Western. Clusivius tends to believe that elitist conspiracies play a major part in world events.
When possible, the complete Janus seeks to form a synthesis of the two sides when making a decision. At other times Janus allows any differences to stand without resolution. But now and again the two sides must battle one another until one side wins Janus' acceptance.
Tending to sensationalize, and sometimes to hyperbolize, C. F. van Niekerk over-analyzes any number of subjects from mundane minutiae to the great philosophical questions of life itself.
Katáxiros, the parched one, alone and adrift at sea, yet ever rowing ahead anyhow, sometimes weakly and sometimes vigorously, thirsting after God through the Orthodox Christian Church, contemplating the ways of the Lord, recognizing that while he is inadequate to the task, he must press ever ahead. Katáxiros writes about matters pertaining specifically to the Orthodox Church.
Barzillai Alpheus Bozarth claims to be a 19th Century man marooned in the 21st Century after a failed experiment in inter-dimensional travel. Not at all impressed with the wonders of our time, he would give just about anything to return to his beloved world of "horse manure and civilized etiquette". Barzillai writes historical observations and pores over old books and documents.
We don't know what to make of the Wanderer. He walks in with the moon and rolls out with the wind. He uses no name; the smells of rank sweat, dirt, and smoke mark him as much as anything. He's always near, but never close. Heedless of human ideals and bounds, he stands unyielding for honor on the ground. He's practical to a fault when he's not romantic to even greater fault. He says little, but when he does finally speak, we listen up. The Wanderer is our lawman of final resort. By hook or by crook, he sees a job done, just don't ask how. Frankly, we're a little afraid of the Wanderer.
Nature can be cruel to mankind.
If Concussus had his way, nature would be crueler yet. Concussus tends to arrive at the blackest of times, when humanity seems the most despicable.
Diabolus, the devil's advocate. Sometimes we are tempted to embrace the evil world that we despise. Diabolus is there to encourage us in this folly. Fortunately a rare visitor here.
– 7 June 2024 –
Janus:
Much ado is being made of the 80th anniversary of the D-Day invasion of the Normandy beaches in World War II. Aged veteran centenarians were flown to the scene of their old triumph so they could hear spiritless speeches by the insipid likes of Joe Biden, King Charles III, and French President Emmanuel Macron. Like pink salmon returning to the place where they spawned, some of these half-forgotten heroes even died along the way. . . .
Despite my own bland lack of enthusiasm, I do respect those men who crossed the English channel into strife and possible death to fight for their countries. For whatever they knew, for the world as they understood it, they did the right thing, and what else was there to be done in those days?
And I do enjoy hearing what these very elderly men have to say about the world today (when it isn’t a bunch of cherry-picked quotes that support the Sodomite regime narrative.) How many of them really like the way the world has turned out since their day?
One of these interviews from 2022 comes to mind.
In June of 2022, journalists with Fox 13 in Tampa Bay, Florida interviewed a World War II Marine veteran who had just reached his 100th birthday. The footage of Sergeant Carl Dekle is absolutely heart-breaking:
Via Fox News 13, from 30 June 2022:
Carl Spurlin Dekle has seen a lot in his life, and now he can add another milestone memory.
On Wednesday, June 29, his family and friends gathered to honor the service, sacrifice, and centennial of the World War II veteran in Plant City.
“Most important thing in my life was serving my country. I don’t think I could take away from that,” Dekle said.
He went by many nicknames through his years — Buddy, Deke, Spur, to name a few.
But he knows himself as a Marine and an American.
[. . .]
“People don’t realize what they have,” Dekle said, showing his emotions. “The things we did and the things we fought for and the boys that died for it, it’s all gone down the drain.”
“We haven’t got the country we had when I was raised, not at all,” he said, being brought to tears. “Nobody will have the fun I had. Nobody will have the opportunity I had. It’s just not the same and that’s not what our boys, that’s not what they died for.”
Watch the three-minute video. It’s very worthwhile!
Sergeant Dekle died only a month after giving that interview. May the Lord give him peace and rest, and may He forgive this man any sins he may have committed in life.
It’s true that Sergeant Dekle didn’t fight in Normandy on D-Day. He was assigned to the Pacific theatre, and his D-Days involved the storming of islands held by the Japanese. But I think Dekle could speak for many of the men of his generation who fought in that war, if they had lived as long as he had. Their country has gone to hell, and that’s not what they fought for.
If these men, when they were young soldiers, had only known what they were really fighting for in those days, the nature of those who commanded them, and the nature of their enemies, and how things would turn out as planned after just a few generations, I imagine that most of them, being good patriots and loyal Americans, would have fought on just the same.
Because at the end of the day, they were at war. And war simplifies things for the men on the ground. It’s kill or be killed. The time for reflection comes later—or if the reflection is too hard, the experiences get locked away in a mental closet and forever guarded with a bottle.
And very few men in those days, just as very few men today or in any day, had the capacity to fit all the pieces together.
Everyday soldiers can know right and wrong, what amounts to abuse or being abused, but it takes a keen observer to see behind the curtains and to understand the things he sees. And on top of that, how rare indeed for a man, once having seen behind the curtains and understood, to then stand up for the good and the right in the face of his supposed friends!
General George S. Patton was just such a man as that. A rare gem in history. Having fought ardently in the war, he came to see behind the curtains. With the arrival of peacetime, he came to realize that the United States’ policies were being directed by Jews and Communists who were even worse than the fallen Germans. He tried to push back against those policies, urging the need to attack the Soviets while they were weak, but at the end of the day, he was just one man, however great, and everyone had had enough fighting. The new order saw the serious threat in Patton’s dissent, and they took care of the “problem,” as they tend to do.
General Patton
George S. Patton had a tremendous American pedigree. He was descended from military heroes and distinguished Virginians all the way back to the American Revolution.
I could write at length about Patton’s biography, but for the sake of time, let it be sufficient to say that General Patton represented the very heart of American independence and liberty, and the brazen spirit of the American fighter. He was very much the Andrew Jackson of his day.
Pardon the indulgence here, but I’m going to post the entirety of George Patton’s speech that he gave on the 5th of June, 1944, on the eve of the D-Day landings at Normandy. I think it’s important to highlight his spirit and the spirit of the men in that place and that time:
Via Pattonhq.com, excerpted from The Unkown Patton, by Charles M. Province:
The Speech
Somewhere in England
June 5th, 1944
[. . .]
General Patton arose and strode swiftly to the microphone. The men snapped to their feet and stood silently. Patton surveyed the sea of brown with a grim look. “Be seated”, he said. The words were not a request, but a command. The General’s voice rose high and clear.
“Men, this stuff that some sources sling around about America wanting out of this war, not wanting to fight, is a crock of bullshit. Americans love to fight, traditionally. All real Americans love the sting and clash of battle. You are here today for three reasons. First, because you are here to defend your homes and your loved ones. Second, you are here for your own self respect, because you would not want to be anywhere else. Third, you are here because you are real men and all real men like to fight. When you, here, everyone of you, were kids, you all admired the champion marble player, the fastest runner, the toughest boxer, the big league ball players, and the All-American football players. Americans love a winner. Americans will not tolerate a loser. Americans despise cowards. Americans play to win all of the time. I wouldn’t give a hoot in hell for a man who lost and laughed. That’s why Americans have never lost nor will ever lose a war; for the very idea of losing is hateful to an American.”
The General paused and looked over the crowd. “You are not all going to die,” he said slowly. “Only two percent of you right here today would die in a major battle. Death must not be feared. Death, in time, comes to all men. Yes, every man is scared in his first battle. If he says he’s not, he’s a liar. Some men are cowards but they fight the same as the brave men or they get the hell slammed out of them watching men fight who are just as scared as they are. The real hero is the man who fights even though he is scared. Some men get over their fright in a minute under fire. For some, it takes an hour. For some, it takes days. But a real man will never let his fear of death overpower his honor, his sense of duty to his country, and his innate manhood. Battle is the most magnificent competition in which a human being can indulge. It brings out all that is best and it removes all that is base. Americans pride themselves on being He Men and they ARE He Men. Remember that the enemy is just as frightened as you are, and probably more so. They are not supermen.”
“All through your Army careers, you men have bitched about what you call “chicken shit drilling”. That, like everything else in this Army, has a definite purpose. That purpose is alertness. Alertness must be bred into every soldier. I don’t give a fuck for a man who’s not always on his toes. You men are veterans or you wouldn’t be here. You are ready for what’s to come. A man must be alert at all times if he expects to stay alive. If you’re not alert, sometime, a German son-of-an-asshole-bitch is going to sneak up behind you and beat you to death with a sockful of shit!” The men roared in agreement.
Patton’s grim expression did not change. “There are four hundred neatly marked graves somewhere in Sicily”, he roared into the microphone, “All because one man went to sleep on the job”. He paused and the men grew silent. “But they are German graves, because we caught the bastard asleep before they did”. The General clutched the microphone tightly, his jaw out-thrust, and he continued, “An Army is a team. It lives, sleeps, eats, and fights as a team. This individual heroic stuff is pure horse shit. The bilious bastards who write that kind of stuff for the Saturday Evening Post don’t know any more about real fighting under fire than they know about fucking!”
The men slapped their legs and rolled in glee. This was Patton as the men had imagined him to be, and in rare form, too. He hadn’t let them down. He was all that he was cracked up to be, and more. He had IT!
“We have the finest food, the finest equipment, the best spirit, and the best men in the world”, Patton bellowed. He lowered his head and shook it pensively. Suddenly he snapped erect, faced the men belligerently and thundered, “Why, by God, I actually pity those poor sons-of-bitches we’re going up against. By God, I do”. The men clapped and howled delightedly. There would be many a barracks tale about the “Old Man’s” choice phrases. They would become part and parcel of Third Army’s history and they would become the bible of their slang.
“My men don’t surrender”, Patton continued, “I don’t want to hear of any soldier under my command being captured unless he has been hit. Even if you are hit, you can still fight back. That’s not just bull shit either. The kind of man that I want in my command is just like the lieutenant in Libya, who, with a Luger against his chest, jerked off his helmet, swept the gun aside with one hand, and busted the hell out of the Kraut with his helmet. Then he jumped on the gun and went out and killed another German before they knew what the hell was coming off. And, all of that time, this man had a bullet through a lung. There was a real man!”
Patton stopped and the crowd waited. He continued more quietly, “All of the real heroes are not storybook combat fighters, either. Every single man in this Army plays a vital role. Don’t ever let up. Don’t ever think that your job is unimportant. Every man has a job to do and he must do it. Every man is a vital link in the great chain. What if every truck driver suddenly decided that he didn’t like the whine of those shells overhead, turned yellow, and jumped headlong into a ditch? The cowardly bastard could say, “Hell, they won’t miss me, just one man in thousands”. But, what if every man thought that way? Where in the hell would we be now? What would our country, our loved ones, our homes, even the world, be like? No, Goddamnit, Americans don’t think like that. Every man does his job. Every man serves the whole. Every department, every unit, is important in the vast scheme of this war. The ordnance men are needed to supply the guns and machinery of war to keep us rolling. The Quartermaster is needed to bring up food and clothes because where we are going there isn’t a hell of a lot to steal. Every last man on K.P. has a job to do, even the one who heats our water to keep us from getting the ‘G.I. Shits’.”
Patton paused, took a deep breath, and continued, “Each man must not think only of himself, but also of his buddy fighting beside him. We don’t want yellow cowards in this Army. They should be killed off like rats. If not, they will go home after this war and breed more cowards. The brave men will breed more brave men. Kill off the Goddamned cowards and we will have a nation of brave men. One of the bravest men that I ever saw was a fellow on top of a telegraph pole in the midst of a furious fire fight in Tunisia. I stopped and asked what the hell he was doing up there at a time like that. He answered, “Fixing the wire, Sir”. I asked, “Isn’t that a little unhealthy right about now?” He answered, “Yes Sir, but the Goddamned wire has to be fixed”. I asked, “Don’t those planes strafing the road bother you?” And he answered, “No, Sir, but you sure as hell do!” Now, there was a real man. A real soldier. There was a man who devoted all he had to his duty, no matter how seemingly insignificant his duty might appear at the time, no matter how great the odds. And you should have seen those trucks on the road to Tunisia. Those drivers were magnificent. All day and all night they rolled over those son-of-a-bitching roads, never stopping, never faltering from their course, with shells bursting all around them all of the time. We got through on good old American guts. Many of those men drove for over forty consecutive hours. These men weren’t combat men, but they were soldiers with a job to do. They did it, and in one hell of a way they did it. They were part of a team. Without team effort, without them, the fight would have been lost. All of the links in the chain pulled together and the chain became unbreakable.”
The General paused and stared challengingly over the silent ocean of men. One could have heard a pin drop anywhere on that vast hillside. The only sound was the stirring of the breeze in the leaves of the bordering trees and the busy chirping of the birds in the branches of the trees at the General’s left.
“Don’t forget,” Patton barked, “you men don’t know that I’m here. No mention of that fact is to be made in any letters. The world is not supposed to know what the hell happened to me. I’m not supposed to be commanding this Army. I’m not even supposed to be here in England. Let the first bastards to find out be the Goddamned Germans. Some day I want to see them raise up on their piss-soaked hind legs and howl, ‘Jesus Christ, it’s the Goddamned Third Army again and that son-of-a-fucking-bitch Patton’.”
“We want to get the hell over there”, Patton continued, “The quicker we clean up this Goddamned mess, the quicker we can take a little jaunt against the purple pissing Japs and clean out their nest, too. Before the Goddamned Marines get all of the credit.”
The men roared approval and cheered delightedly. This statement had real significance behind it. Much more than met the eye and the men instinctively sensed the fact. They knew that they themselves were going to play a very great part in the making of world history. They were being told as much right now. Deep sincerity and seriousness lay behind the General’s colorful words. The men knew and understood it. They loved the way he put it, too, as only he could.
Patton continued quietly, “Sure, we want to go home. We want this war over with. The quickest way to get it over with is to go get the bastards who started it. The quicker they are whipped, the quicker we can go home. The shortest way home is through Berlin and Tokyo. And when we get to Berlin”, he yelled, “I am personally going to shoot that paper hanging son-of-a-bitch Hitler. Just like I’d shoot a snake!”
“When a man is lying in a shell hole, if he just stays there all day, a German will get to him eventually. The hell with that idea. The hell with taking it. My men don’t dig foxholes. I don’t want them to. Foxholes only slow up an offensive. Keep moving. And don’t give the enemy time to dig one either. We’ll win this war, but we’ll win it only by fighting and by showing the Germans that we’ve got more guts than they have; or ever will have. We’re not going to just shoot the sons-of-bitches, we’re going to rip out their living Goddamned guts and use them to grease the treads of our tanks. We’re going to murder those lousy Hun cocksuckers by the bushel-fucking-basket. War is a bloody, killing business. You’ve got to spill their blood, or they will spill yours. Rip them up the belly. Shoot them in the guts. When shells are hitting all around you and you wipe the dirt off your face and realize that instead of dirt it’s the blood and guts of what once was your best friend beside you, you’ll know what to do!”
“I don’t want to get any messages saying, “I am holding my position.” We are not holding a Goddamned thing. Let the Germans do that. We are advancing constantly and we are not interested in holding onto anything, except the enemy’s balls. We are going to twist his balls and kick the living shit out of him all of the time. Our basic plan of operation is to advance and to keep on advancing regardless of whether we have to go over, under, or through the enemy. We are going to go through him like crap through a goose; like shit through a tin horn!”
“From time to time there will be some complaints that we are pushing our people too hard. I don’t give a good Goddamn about such complaints. I believe in the old and sound rule that an ounce of sweat will save a gallon of blood. The harder WE push, the more Germans we will kill. The more Germans we kill, the fewer of our men will be killed. Pushing means fewer casualties. I want you all to remember that.”
The General paused. His eagle like eyes swept over the hillside. He said with pride, “There is one great thing that you men will all be able to say after this war is over and you are home once again. You may be thankful that twenty years from now when you are sitting by the fireplace with your grandson on your knee and he asks you what you did in the great World War II, you WON’T have to cough, shift him to the other knee and say, “Well, your Granddaddy shoveled shit in Louisiana.” No, Sir, you can look him straight in the eye and say, “Son, your Granddaddy rode with the Great Third Army and a Son-of-a-Goddamned-Bitch named Georgie Patton!”
Above all, more than anything, General Patton was an American soldier. The speech above is among the very best of speeches that anyone in the military has ever given to inspire his troops before battle. It’s cut and dry, and it cuts to the very bone. Military blowhards have widely imitated that speech ever since, but they have never exceeded it. Sure, it’s oversimplified bullshit, meant to evoke an emotional reaction while ignoring all of the underlying complexities of the situation (let the officers far behind the lines worry about those things!), but it’s effective bullshit that rings true to the man on the ground! It is the simple truth for simple soldiers who have a simple mission ahead of them: use your training to kill the enemy or be killed. Even knowing that it’s manipulative BS, even knowing so many of the schemes and machinations of that war, I love that speech and find it inspiring and endearing. Even the German High Command respected the hell out of General Patton!
An American Soldier, Not an American Politician
Above all, as I said, General Patton was an American soldier. He was no four-star politician, no schmoozer or schemer who fawned for the approval of Washington crooks. He was never one to follow the herd. Give him a mission and he would see it through, by hook or by crook! ‘Lead me, follow me, or get the hell out of my way.’
The following excerpt from Target: Patton by Robert K. Wilcox demonstrates this attitude:
Following the Bulge victory, Patton was enthused. He wanted to take the Third Army into Germany and stab at its heart. He had the momentum. The Nazis were again reeling and, this time, definitely on their last legs. After Ardennes, they had few reserves left. But “he was told to cool it,” wrote Farago. Bradley delivered the news. “Unfortunately, ‘higher authority’ [Eisenhower and the joint chiefs of Staff led by General Marshall] had already decided to make the main effort elsewhere”—or at least, curiously (preposterously, when one thinks of his record), not to put their money on Patton. They were holding him back again. He was dumbfounded. He had just saved Eisenhower from catastrophic defeat. And it had not been the first time. “I’ll be damned if I see why we have divisions if not to use them,” he wrote. “One would think people would like to win a war… we will be criticized by history, and rightly so, for having sat still so long.” Defiant, and with Bradley’s tacit but cautionary approval—because Bradley basically agreed with him—he decided to proceed on his own, cajoling, conniving, and sneaking forward as best he could. “What a war,” he wrote. “I’ve never been stopped either by orders or the enemy yet”—only by his own commanders.
In early 1945, Patton took the ancient German city of Trier, retorting to Eisenhower’s order, received after the fact, not to attack it unless he had more troops with, “What do you want me to do? Give it back?” In Patton’s mind, the gloves were off. The city was a key part of the Siegfried Line and conquering it yielded 7,000 prisoners. Grateful for the breakthrough, “higher authority” decided to let him continue. Later that month—again without authorization—his troops were the first Allied soldiers to cross the mighty Rhine, the enemy’s last natural defense. They had made it ahead of rival Montgomery, who, despite his recent failures nevertheless had been promoted to field marshal, the British army’s highest rank. Montgomery had also officially been given the Rhine fording mission. Beating his rival again must have energized Patton, who, strangely, had not been promoted while Bradley and his other contemporaries had. As Farago describes it, “On March 23, 1945,” as Bradley finished his morning coffee, “he took Patton’s call and almost dropped the cup. ‘Brad,’ he heard Patton say, ‘don’t tell anyone but I’m across.’ ‘Across what?’… . ‘Across the Rhine, Brad.’ ‘Well, I’ll be damned!’” To celebrate, Patton stopped in the middle of the pontoon bridge his engineers had hastily constructed and urinated in the enemy river, an act caught in a photo sent somewhat shockingly (for those times) around the world. Summoned to Bastogne by Eisenhower, he thought he was going to be cashiered for his unauthorized advance—maybe even for stealing Montgomery’s thunder again. But instead he was complimented—the first time ever by the supreme commander. As Farago points out, “It was Ike who received the kudos for the ‘unauthorized’ campaigns west of the Rhine even as John Jervis was given the peerage and pension for Nelson’s [19th Century Trafalgar] victory.”
Patton Opposed the Repatriation of Soviet POW’s.
With Germany defeated, Patton had hoped to take command in the Pacific, but he was eventually given command of the occupied German state of Bavaria. He quickly began to run afoul of the schemers and politicians who wanted simultaneously to impose their Morgenthau Plan to punish and permanently weaken Germany and to accommodate the Soviet communists.
Again, via Target: Patton:
Despite his fatalistic outlook, Patton was not about to stop his criticisms of Allied post-war policies nor warnings about the Soviets. He returned to Bavaria and quickly became involved in more controversy. He opposed the repatriation of “fascist traitors,” Stalin’s characterization of Soviet POWs and ex-patriots, which the Russian dictator had secretly gotten Roosevelt and Churchill to agree to at Yalta and which Eisenhower vigorously—brutally—enforced. “The roundup and mass deportation of some 2 million Russians, known as Operation Keelhaul, is one of the saddest chapters in American and British history,” wrote John Loftus, a former Justice Department investigator who helped uncover the top secret American “Keelhaul” in the early 1980s. The majority of those repatriated were POWs who had cooperated with the Nazis merely to survive. Many were confirmed anti-Stalinists and passionately wanted to remain in the West. But, ignoring every tradition of asylum, the western Allies uniformly treated all Russians [including persons who considered themselves from other nationalities, like Ukrainians and Byelorussians] as “traitors” and forcibly loaded them into boxcars for shipment to the Soviet Union. Rather than return, some of the desperate Russians committed suicide by throwing themselves under the trains. Those who escaped execution were shipped to Siberia as slave laborers in the gulags.
[. . .]
Through his intelligence people and his own experience, Patton was acutely aware of this. He rebelled, letting some 4,500 Russian POWs escape . . .
Mercy to the Germans
But Patton earned even more ire from the politicians by his merciful and sympathetic treatment of the occupied Germans.
Via Target: Patton:
But even worse to Patton’s superiors and enemies, according to Farago, were Soviet charges, relentlessly pressed, that Patton was secretly hiding and husbanding former Waffen-SS units with which to later attack them. The Soviets presented proof gathered by their numerous spies. With Eisenhower in Moscow at the invitation of his friend General Zhukov, “Hero of Berlin,” where he unprecedentedly (for a non-Russian) joined Stalin for celebrations at Lenin’s tomb, SHAEF generals sent investigators to check the charges. They returned shocked. Among other things, nearly 5,000 former German soldiers who should have already been discharged and sent home and made to plow fields under punitive occupation policies were being kept in readiness at a camp located at Garmisch-Partenkirchen, the alpine resort which hosted the 1936 Winter Olympics. And there were other such enclaves being kept by Third Army officers under Patton. Some of the prisoners were hardened Nazis who should have been caged in war-criminal camps. “No explicit orders,” writes Farago, “could be traced to document the scheme … . But the design was unmistakable,” according to at least one of the investigators, Walter Dorn, an Ohio State University professor who had helped devise the administration’s plans for denazification and saw the pattern as a major occupation violation. Presented with the evidence, Major General Walter Bedell (“Beetle”) Smith, Eisenhower’s chief of staff whom Patton detested, exclaimed, “There is no rational explanation for what General Patton is doing. I don’t doubt any longer that old George has lost his marbles.”
In fairness to Patton, writes Farago, Third Army had the best record in the occupation of discharging POWs and sending them home, a formidable task because of the large numbers. But to Dorn, who, according to Farago, was to “bring to bear” his “ingrained liberalism” in Bavaria, “this was a case of chronic insubordination. Patton was defying Ike, his commander, and in the process he was sabotaging the will of the government of the United States.”
In other words, in Dorn’s opinion, he was committing treason.
Returning to SHAEF from Moscow, Eisenhower, incensed, ordered Patton to Frankfurt and reportedly screamed at him behind closed doors. “I demand that you get off your bloody ass and carry out the deNazification program as you are told instead of mollycoddling the Nazis,” he’s quoted as saying by Mark Perry, author of one of the latest books mentioning the incident. Eisenhower aides, writes Perry, “could hear their commander out in the hallway.”
Patton’s response, while contrite, was basically to go hunting and continue publicly to state that Russia, not Germany, was the problem.
Furthermore, via Wikipedia:
“Patton attracted controversy as military governor when it was noted that several former Nazi Party members continued to hold political posts in the region. When responding to the press about the subject, Patton repeatedly compared Nazis to Democrats and Republicans in noting that most of the people with experience in infrastructure management had been compelled to join the party in the war, causing negative press stateside and angering Eisenhower.”
The quote, “We fought the wrong enemy,” is widely attributed to Patton but is difficult to prove. Supposedly according to a 1953 article “We Called Him Uncle Georgie”, originally published in The National Guardsman, a Red Cross worker named Betty South, who was claimed to have had direct access to the general, said: “When he went to Berlin to receive the kiss of death from the Russians he remarked shortly, ‘I think we’ve been fighting the wrong people all this time, but I’ve oiled my belly so I can stay with them on the Vodka. My front will be as good as theirs.'”
Patton Offended the Jews
Perhaps worst of all, in the eyes of the Roosevelt administration, Patton wasn’t sufficiently empathetic to the Jews.
Via Target: Patton:
After inspecting the liberated Nazi concentration camps Patton had become physically ill at the sights and smells of the piled-high, bulldozed bodies and the living skeletons huddled gaunt and dazed behind barbed wire. But he opposed the occupation policy of giving government-confiscated German homes exclusively to Jewish victims of the camps. “If for Jews, why not Catholics, Mormons, etc?” he had argued. There had been millions of others besides Jews in the camps. He complained to higher-ups, some of whom told the press, and he had been branded anti-Semitic, a charge certainly suggested later in his diaries. And as he increasingly made his contrary views known—on deNazification, repatriation, the evils of the Soviet Union, and how the Russians had to be stopped, preferably by war—those above him, like Eisenhower, who had warned him before, became angrier at him. They wanted him to shut up.
The situation had come to a head at a September 22 press conference, barely two and half months prior. Ignoring his staff’s warnings that a reporter’s question about why he was hiring Nazis in Bavaria was a trap, he offhandedly likened the controversy over such hirings to a typical “Democrat and Republican election fight.” The remark had been fleeting and secondary to more serious and thoughtful answers he had given on the subject. But the press made it sound like it had been his main point and outrage ensued. Nazis were devils—not just to the Left, but to the world at large. To compare them to Democrats and Republicans was blasphemy. Every previous charge against him surfaced. Members of Congress joined in. He was branded pro-Nazi—and not without some reason. Behind the scenes, he proposed using U.S.-friendly German troops, whom he admired as fighters and disciplined soldiers, to help attack the Soviets whom he felt would not for years have the resources to sustain another large war. In his head and his heart, he believed war with the Soviet Union was inevitable, so why not get on with it soon—when America had the best chance of winning?
By this time, seeing Patton as a threat to their schemes and interests, both American and Soviet authorities were heavily monitoring Patton’s actions and communications:
General Clarence Adcock, another of Eisenhower’s staff, decided that Patton, as Eisenhower and Marshall had earlier come to believe, was indeed “mad, for he could offer no rational explanation for what the general was doing and saying.” He therefore, as Marshall had tried earlier, had a Medical Corp psychiatrist sent to Patton’s headquarters “in the disguise of a supply officer to observe Patton as closely as possible.” In addition, he ordered Patton’s phones, including those in his residence, tapped. Not only did U.S. officials need this stealthy monitoring for their own purposes, writes Farago, but also, “it was assumed, from certain passages in the Russian communications to General Eisenhower that the Russians were also tapping and bugging Patton,” so they wanted to know what threats the Russians were hearing in order to placate any Soviet reaction.
Patton, obviously, was now a marked man. Everything he did and said privately would be known to American and Russian leadership.
Patton Relieved of Command of the 3rd Army
Three days later, General Eisenhower relieved Patton of his command of the 3rd Army.
As he languished in his new command at Bad Nauheim, Germany, where he oversaw a historical project, Patton wrote a letter to his wife on 15 October: “Ike is bitten with the presidential bug and is also yellow…. He will never be president !… I will resign when I have finished this job which will be not later than Dec. 26. I hate to do it but I have been gagged all my life, and whether they are appreciated or not, America needs some honest men who dare to say what they think, not what they think people want them to think.”
On 22 October, he wrote to his friend Major General James Harbord:
I have been just as furious as you at the compilation of lies which the communist and Semitic elements of our government have levelled against me and practically every other commander. In my opinion it is a deliberate attempt to alienate the soldier vote from the commanders because the communists know that soldiers are not communistic and they fear what eleven million votes [of veterans] would do.
It is owing to this fact that I have failed to raise any stink because, while I think General Eisenhower is most pusillanimous in yielding to the outcry of three very low correspondents, I feel that as an American it will ill become me to discredit him yet — that is, until I shall prove even more conclusively that he lacks moral fortitude. This lack has been evident to us since the first landing in Africa but now that he has been bitten with the presidential bee, it is becoming even more pronounced.
It is interesting to note that everything for which I have been criticized in the handling of Germans had been subsequently adopted: to wit — I stated that if we took all small Nazis out of every job, chaos would result. Military Government the other day announced that from two to five per cent of Nazis would be kept in.
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All the general officers in the higher brackets receive each morning from the War Department a set of American headlines and, with the sole exception of myself, they guide themselves during the ensuing day by what they have read in the papers. Personally I never read these headlines because I have perfect confidence that I do my duty as I see it and I do not need to be told how to do it by a number of very low type individuals.
It is my present thought . . . that when I finish this job, which will be around the first of the year, I shall resign, not retire, because if I retire I will still have a gag in my mouth . . . I should not start a limited counter-attack, which would be contrary to my military theories, but should wait until I can start an all out offensive . . .
The great tragedy of my life was that I survived this war, and I damned near accomplished it, but one cannot resort to suicide . . .
Patton Conveniently Dies
On 9 December, one day before Patton was due to return to the United States for Christmas leave, he was a passenger in a car that crashed into another military vehicle at low speeds. The other passengers suffered minor injuries, but Patton had broken his neck. Several days later he died in a military hospital.
With America First and people like Charles Lindbergh and Father Coughlin silenced, and Henry Ford very old at the end of the war, the probable murder of General George Patton marked the effective end to any possibility of thwarting the new post-war—effectively Jewish and Masonic—world order.
What Would the D-Day Soldiers Have Done If They Had Known the Future?
The American soldiers returned home and adapted themselves as comfortably as they could to the new peacetime order. They raised the Baby Boomers and lived happily and, for the most part obliviously, for the rest of their lives. If some of them lamented the way things after the 1960’s were turning out, they could fix it at the ballot box. Only those poor few who lived to their 90’s and 100’s have had the opportunity to really see how their efforts to save freedom and decency have lately turned out.
If their young selves could have seen, somehow, how their countries had turned out by the 2020’s, with catastrophic fertility rates, rampant crime and sexual deviancy, near-universal psychosis, mass third-world immigration, a collapsed Christianity, universal surveillance, and vast lawlessness in the government, along with the looming threat of another world war, would they have acted any differently?
I suspect that it would have turned out much as our Lord said in the parable of the rich man and Lazarus:
“There was a certain rich man who was clothed in purple and fine linen and fared sumptuously every day. But there was a certain beggar named Lazarus, full of sores, who was laid at his gate, desiring to be fed with the crumbs which fell from the rich man’s table. Moreover the dogs came and licked his sores. So it was that the beggar died, and was carried by the angels to Abraham’s bosom. The rich man also died and was buried. And being in torments in Hades, he lifted up his eyes and saw Abraham afar off, and Lazarus in his bosom.
“Then he cried and said, ‘Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus that he may dip the tip of his finger in water and cool my tongue; for I am tormented in this flame.’ But Abraham said, ‘Son, remember that in your lifetime you received your good things, and likewise Lazarus evil things; but now he is comforted and you are tormented. And besides all this, between us and you there is a great gulf fixed, so that those who want to pass from here to you cannot, nor can those from there pass to us.’
“Then he said, ‘I beg you therefore, father, that you would send him to my father’s house, for I have five brothers, that he may testify to them, lest they also come to this place of torment.’ Abraham said to him, ‘They have Moses and the prophets; let them hear them.’ And he said, ‘No, father Abraham; but if one goes to them from the dead, they will repent.’ But he said to him, ‘If they do not hear Moses and the prophets, neither will they be persuaded though one rise from the dead.’ ”
They wouldn’t have changed a thing….
FINES ET INITIA 