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From Meccania to Atlantis - Part 7: The True Horror in Hitchcock Films

http://www.brusselsjournal.com/node/3775

It’s a New World Order now, with Kanye West Vuitton Kicks as the highest cultural aspiration and “racism” as the greatest crime. And to oppose immigration or to mention crime rates statistics broken down by race is to be racist. End of discussion, you are allowed one phone call to your lawyer.

Hitchcock’s films provide a rear window into a world recently lost, but still within memory. Because so many of the rotund master’s films were shot in Northern California, and he was a pros’ pro, the visual details of his settings provide a record that allows for gauging how Northern California has changed over the last 50 years.

But the change process itself, the ideologies, cultural influences, political power shifts, betrayals, false hopes and sad capitulations were the same in Bodega Bay (6) and Brussels, Bakersfield or Bremen. And what emerges most from the before/ after look one can take with Hitchcock’s aid, is the power of colonization.

Occupation is 90% of possession. You allow a stream of colonizers onto empty land, or into a sophisticated city, you have set up the new demographics as the destiny of that land or city. But only if that be a Western country and the colonizers deviate greatly from the majority due to race, sexual orientation, and all those other qualities the discernment of which is not allowed under the rules of Body Snatcher playbook.

Because that playbook allows the colonizers to demand aggressively, to arrogate privileges and reject responsibilities, to “act up,” shout, accuse and wrest control. The same playbook either criminalizes the proper response of the indigenous majority, or it changes the culture to stigmatize such a response.

But rewriting history books in England to please Muslims is no different from replacing tree ring markers on a Sequoia sempervirens in California to please Mexicans. It’s base and cowardly treason.

Filling the suburbs of Paris with ugly concrete high-rises to house imported Algerians equals the paving-over of East Bakersfield as a playfield for imported Mexican low-riders. It’s an economic and social miscalculation without parallel since the fall of Rome.

There are only five ways to exit this runaway bus: Emigration, Revolution, Loyal Opposition, Separation and Exodus. But if you consider how San Francisco has become Anustown steered by space aliens, how the majority of its normal, decent people just faded into the frames of Alfred Hitchcock’s films, the range of actually viable choices becomes quite a lot smaller.