Today, raging Swedish neo-nazis, nationalists, and your basic right-wingers will get together, as they do every year on November 30, to commemorate the death of 16th-century warrior, King Charles XII. The way they do it is they march around a little, shout “Keep Sweden Swedish” at other Swedes, and, of course, have their asses handed to them by the local anarchists, commies, and your basic anti-racists.
Posts Tagged ‘Nazis’
Frontierland Japan, part one. Ancient dildos and racist gift shops
I’d heard stories of life on Japan’s north island of Hokkaido, a place that stretches the length of Britain and makes up 25 per cent of Japan’s land mass despite holding only 5 per cent of its population. With a history of colonisation, ethnic repression, threats from Russia, and as the bearer of Japan’s own Meiji-era gulags, it seemed to me to be Japan’s final frontier. I booked a flight to Hakodate, the port at Hokkaido’s southern tip, rented a car and set off on the long road north. Along the way I’d encounter power-tool wielding convicts, erotic wood-carving ethnic Ainu potheads, strung-out bikers and an apocalyptic scattering of abandoned buildings. Oh, and I also nearly got kidnapped by Russian sailors. Read more »
Manson! Nazis! The Blob! Satanists! Tiny Tim?
Last night I went to Boyd Rice’s reading at the Strand. Due to his “dyslexia and shakes” (neurological or DTs, I have no idea), he didn’t read a thing from his new book. Instead he kept it short and sweet, giving the eager crowd a cue-card assisted rendition of his piece in an upcoming spoken word compilation called Heartworm 37. Mirrored aviators on, head shaved, and goatee intact, he commanded the room for the approximately two minutes he read to the crowd.
Ain’t no party like an SS club party
What does it take to make a grown man dress like this on his day off? Once upon a time you’d need a steadfast belief in a supposedly superior race of people claiming to be the descendants of Atlantis, a psychotic drive to form a pan-Germanic super-state governed by the most brutal and murderous means possible, a sickeningly evil disregard for your fellow man, and to shout so loudly from podiums that 50 years later students will still think it’s clever to talk about what a great orator you were. But, if this chap milling around Tokyo is anything to go by, times have changed. He’s dressing up as a Nazi purely for the fun of it. “Chotto asobi!” he says, literally meaning “a little play” (although more probably interpreted in English as “gross cultural insensitivity bred through untranslatable naïvety”). Read more »
Burning Berlin pt2: The Nazi tea party
Continued from here.
It wasn’t only anarchists who were holding protest events on the 1st of May. This year the National Democratic Party of Germany (think the BNP, only with real-life Nazi grandads) had decided to hold a family fete. If it was an attempt to make them seem more sober and legitimate than the kerazy leftist cop-fighters, they fucked it up by booking two former members of the SS, including this lovely guy, to make rivers of blood speaches while children ate cupcakes at their feet.
