renegadetribune--2020-10-12--Holocaust Gassing, Burning, and Burying

Holocaust Gassing, Burning, and Burying

Let ’ s say , hypothetically speaking , that someone wanted to design and implement a systematic process for mass-murdering hundreds of thousands of people , in a short period of time , using poisonous gas .
How might one go about doing this ?
This is the question that must have been brought to bear on certain high-ranking individuals in the “ Nazi ” regime , sometime in late 1941—if we are to believe the conventional Holocaust story .
Or perhaps it was much earlier .
In fact the western media had been reporting for years prior that the @ @ @ @ @ @ @ jews .
On 16 August 1933 , the New York Times wrote that “ 600,000 [ jews ] are facing certain extermination ” in Germany ( p. 11 ) .
Three years later that same paper discussed a petition decrying the “ intolerable sufferings of the millions of jews in the European holocaust , ” and calling for “ bold measures to save these unfortunate millions from total annihilation ” ( 31 May 1936 ; p. 14 ) .
In 1938 the London Times wrote of the “ terrible persecution of the jews @ @ @ @ @ @ @ was “ a country which seemed disposed…to exterminate a section of its population ” ( 14 December ; p. 11 ) .
In June of 1940 , the New York Times reported that “ six million jews are doomed to destruction , ” and that they were facing “ the danger of physical annihilation ” ( June 25 ; p. 4 ) .
I hasten to add here that , in spite of such claims , we have no clear evidence that either Hitler or any of the leading “ Nazis ” sought @ @ @ @ @ @ @ , their plan seems to have been deportation and expulsion , combined with a large measure of forced labor .
But presuming that they did aim for physical extermination , let ’ s consider the perspective of some unknown mid-ranking SS man who was given the task of designing a quick and efficient mass murder scheme .
He would likely have been working in Lublin , reporting to Odilo Globocnik , when the “ verbal order ” came down from Himmler in October 1941 to construct such a system .
Our friend must @ @ @ @ @ @ @ as Raul Hilberg reminds us , there was neither a plan nor a budget for such activity .
[ 1 ] Nor was there any written order , from Himmler , Goebbels , Hitler , or anyone else .
Evidently he was simply told to “ make it happen , ” or some such thing .
( Anyone who has ever worked in a large bureaucracy can surely relate to the poor man ’ s plight . )
By late 1941 the Reich had experienced a monumental rise in the number of jews @ @ @ @ @ @ @ in the 1930s some 600,000 jews lived in Germany proper , though with the coming of Hitler they fled by the thousands each year .
With the Anschluss of Austria in March 1938 , another 200,000 came into the Reich—but many of these too fled .
Not that this was of concern to the “ Nazi ” leadership ; they wanted nothing more than to drive the jews out .
In fact it was at this time that the first concrete plans for removing them came to light .
Goebbels recorded in his @ @ @ @ @ @ @ Führer wants the jews completely squeezed out of Germany .
To Madagascar , or some such place .
Right !
” .
[ 2 ] With the rapid German take-over of Poland in September 1939 , 1.7 million more jews came under “ Nazi ” control .
Combined with the approximately 250,000 still remaining in Germany and Austria , the total came to nearly 2 million .
A number of plans were circulated on how to deal with the growing jewish problem , including the Nisko project ( for a jewish reservation in @ @ @ @ @ @ @ , and the Madagascar plan .
As the Axis alliance was formed and the war expanded , the Germans captured additional territory ( the Low Countries in early May 1940 , France in mid-June ) , along with thousands of other jews .
Longerich reports ( 2010 : 163-164 ) that internal estimates grew from 3.25 million in late June , to 4 million by mid-August , up to roughly 6 million ( ! )
by late 1940 .
Thus it was that , by 1941 , the “ Nazi ” leadership found @ @ @ @ @ @ @ 3 ] Of this total , about a third—in fact , precisely 2,284,000—resided in the five districts of Poland known as the General Government .
[ 4 ] On the orthodox view , Globocnik and team were charged with “ exterminating ” them .
This plan was dubbed Aktion Reinhardt ( AR ) by those alleging it , and according to them involved primarily the construction of three camps in southeastern Poland : Belzec , Sobibor , and Treblinka .
If we can believe the USHMM , they managed to ultimately kill 1.7 @ @ @ @ @ @ @ months .
[ 5 ] But back to our hapless SS man .
When the verbal order arrived in October 1941 , he would have immediately begun plans to construct the gassing facilities .
So let us try to reconstruct the thinking process .
Our man is given vague direction to systematically kill , and dispose of , over 2 million people in some short ( but unspecified ) period of time .
Let us say that his time frame matched the actual duration—the 18 months—that the camps operated , and that he @ @ @ @ @ @ @ and a half .
So he must design a system to kill , in aggregate , something like 130,000 jews per month , or about 4,200 per day , for 18 straight months ( winter included , of course ) .
Of the many killing options open to him ( shooting , drowning , suffocation , exposure , etc . )
, our man inexplicably decides to gas them with carbon monoxide from the exhaust of diesel engines .
I set aside here all the absurdities of this method , and presume for @ @ @ @ @ @ @ work , and would be able to kill rooms full of people within , say , 30 minutes .
[ 6 ] Designing a single large extermination camp would be somewhat risky , so let ’ s suppose he goes with two camps—good to have a back-up facility , just in case .
Likely both would be of similar construction , and each would be designed to handle half load , that is , about 2,100 people per day .
So he drafts up a standard carbon monoxide gassing structure : one building @ @ @ @ @ @ @ , 4 x 5 meters .
Assuming ( conservatively ) 5 people per square meter , each room could gas 100 people ; thus , 3 rooms can handle 300 at a time .
Then our man allows a 2-hour cycle time—30 minutes to ( simultaneously ) load the 3 rooms , 30 to gas , and one hour to remove the 300 bodies .
The unloading would be relatively easy : no poisonous Zyklon-B hanging around , no gas masks , just open the doors and haul the bodies out .
Figuring @ @ @ @ @ @ @ work day—yields the desired daily toll of 2,100 .
It ’ s a perfect scheme : two simple camps built in remote locations along rail lines , no other facilities needed , job done in a year and a half .
Ah , but wait…one more thing : body disposal .
Two thousand bodies per day is quite a heap .
It would take acres of mass graves to hold them all , and even these would only hide , not destroy , the evidence .
Better to build cheap , high-volume crematoria @ @ @ @ @ @ @ to fully incinerate , down to ash , one body , our designer would need 100 muffles ( oven openings ) , operating 20 hours per day , to handle the load .
Compare to Auschwitz .
The largest crematoria there—Kremas 2 and 3—each had 15 muffles .
So our man needs the equivalent of seven Krema 2 ’ s to do the job .
At each camp .
And coke to fuel them all .
So much for ‘ no budget , no plan.
’ That ’ s all hypothetical , but @ @ @ @ @ @ @ according to traditionalism .
Let ’ s now compare this to the “ facts ” as presented by the experts .
Belzec is , allegedly , designed as we presumed : one building with three chambers .
The room size , however , is in dispute—either 12 or 32 square meters per room , depending on the witness .
Orthodoxy claims that the Germans could pack in 10 people per square meter , thus able to gas either 360 or 960 per cycle .
With a 2-hour cycle , and running round the @ @ @ @ @ @ @ thus kill up to 4,320 ( or 11,520 ) per day .
Sobibor was designed in a very similar way , except , for some unknown reason , the three chambers were each 16 square meters .
By a similar calculation , the camp could kill as many as 5,760 per day .
The two camps combined , then , yielded 10,000 ( or 17,300 ) fatalities each day , at most .
Compare these numbers to the task : a combined 4,200 per day .
Overkill , you may say .
Or @ @ @ @ @ @ @ .
After all , gas chambers are cheap .
Still , we are at least within the realm of possibility here .
But consider that other nagging problem , of body disposal .
According to witnesses , neither Belzec nor Sobibor had a single crematorium .
Instead they opted for the mass-burial approach : for a full nine months in the former camp , five in the latter .
Then they changed their minds , deciding to exhume and burn , in the open air , all the buried corpses—at a rate exceeding @ @ @ @ @ @ @ this speaks for itself .
[ 7 ] So ignoring the ( insurmountable ) disposal problem , the two camps , in their initial ( alleged ) configurations , seem to be easily capable of handling the task .
The capacity is 200-400 % of that required to do the job in 18 months .
This suggests that the “ Nazis ” would have had the option of accelerating things , finishing the gruesome project in nine months , or perhaps even six , if the situation so dictated .
But things take @ @ @ @ @ @ @ later .
Rather than addressing the monumental disposal problem , Globocnik and team instead make two inexplicable decisions : ( 1 ) they increase the gassing capacity at both camps , and ( 2 ) they decide to build a third camp ( Treblinka ) , of equal capacity ( 3 chambers ) , again with no disposal capability .
The absurdity of this situation is hard to overestimate .
The decision to build Treblinka was likely made in March or April ( construction began in May ) , and the decision to @ @ @ @ @ @ @ soon thereafter ; [ 8 ] six chambers were in operation there by June 1942 .
And barely a month later , perhaps by July , the “ Nazi ” team opted to double the chambers at Sobibor and , at the same time , to go to six ( or perhaps 10 , depending on witnesses ) double-size chambers at Treblinka—which had just begun operation .
So the gassing situation as of September was truly mind-boggling .
Assuming round-the-clock operation , Belzec could have gassed 14,400 per day .
( Lest the @ @ @ @ @ @ @ consider this statement in the 2001 Holocaust Encyclopedia , p. 178 : “ Belzec was the first camp to be equipped with permanent gas chambers , which had the capacity to kill 15,000 persons a day.
” ) Sobibor , 11,500 .
And Treblinka , assuming just six large ( 32 sq meter ) chambers , an astonishing 23,000 daily .
The sum total : 49,000 gassings each day , maximum capacity .
Monthly , this comes to almost 1.5 million .
And all without a single muffle .
Recall , once again @ @ @ @ @ @ @ per day , or 130,000 per month .
At the above rate , the entire General Government would have been emptied of jews in 6 weeks , and the entire zone of Reich influence—the 6 million—done within four months .
[ 9 ] Two further points here : First , even if the above numbers are relaxed , it does not substantially change the absurdity of the situation .
For example , if we allow a generous 3-hour cycle time , and only six cycles per day , the combined capacity in September @ @ @ @ @ @ @ per day , or about 730,000 monthly—more than five times the needed capacity .
Second , if we compare the capacities to the ( alleged ) actual gassings , the degree of overkill becomes even more apparent .
• Belzec had one peak month for gassings ( August 1942 ) , in which they processed about 4,300 per day ; all other months never exceeded 2,700 .
And yet its capacity was over 14,000 daily .
• Sobibor ’ s peak gassing period was at the very beginning , during its 3-chamber phase @ @ @ @ @ @ @ 670 per day—versus original capacity of 5,760 .
After expansion to six chambers , actual daily gassings fell to below 400 a day , even as the capacity rose to 11,500 .
• In Treblinka , the daily capacity of 23,000 ( or 38,400 , assuming 10 chambers ) compares to an average “ actual ” figure of 4,900 per day over the first four months of operation .
But during 1943 , the daily numbers never exceeded 1,000 : a mere 3-4 % of capacity .
All this entails incredibly poor planning @ @ @ @ @ @ @ stupendous oversight of having no plan to dispose of the bodies .
Assuming , that is , that they were bent on mass murder .
More likely , of course , is that the three camps were delousing facilities and transit camps .
They would have been built to temporarily house and disinfest jews and other forced-labor conscripts who were on their way to resettlement camps or ghettos in the captured Soviet territory further east .
The “ gas chambers ” cited by witnesses would have been either real showers , or delousing @ @ @ @ @ @ @ a small number of incidental deaths would be expected , and thus no need to plan for high-volume body disposal—though the actual number may well have exceeded expectations .
Just as at Auschwitz , the Aktion Reinhardt camps had an incredible over-capacity of “ gas chambers , ” and an incredible under-capacity of crematoria ( or other suitable disposal plans ) .
No one would have consciously planned such a scheme .
Thus , all the more reason to suspect that something is seriously wrong with the conventional story .

Relative Capacities Reported for the Aktion Reinhardt Camps
Let’s say, hypothetically speaking, that someone wanted to design and implement a systematic process for mass-murdering hundreds of thousands of people, in a short period of time, using poisonous gas. How might one go about doing this? This is the question that must have been brought to bear on certain high-ranking individuals in the “Nazi” regime, sometime in late 1941—if we are to believe the conventional Holocaust story.
Or perhaps it was much earlier. In fact the western media had been reporting for years prior that the Germans wanted to “exterminate” the jews. On 16 August 1933, the New York Times wrote that “600,000 [jews] are facing certain extermination” in Germany (p. 11). Three years later that same paper discussed a petition decrying the “intolerable sufferings of the millions of jews in the European holocaust,” and calling for “bold measures to save these unfortunate millions from total annihilation” (31 May 1936; p. 14). In 1938 the London Times wrote of the “terrible persecution of the jews in Germany,” remarking that Germany was “a country which seemed disposed…to exterminate a section of its population” (14 December; p. 11). In June of 1940, the New York Times reported that “six million jews are doomed to destruction,” and that they were facing “the danger of physical annihilation” (June 25; p. 4). I hasten to add here that, in spite of such claims, we have no clear evidence that either Hitler or any of the leading “Nazis” sought to murder millions of jews; rather, their plan seems to have been deportation and expulsion, combined with a large measure of forced labor.
Odilo Globocnik, 1938 Bundesarchiv, Bild 146-2007-0188 / CC-BY-SA [CC-BY-SA-3.0-de (www.creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/de/deed.en)], via Wikimedia Commons
But presuming that they did aim for physical extermination, let’s consider the perspective of some unknown mid-ranking SS man who was given the task of designing a quick and efficient mass murder scheme. He would likely have been working in Lublin, reporting to Odilo Globocnik, when the “verbal order” came down from Himmler in October 1941 to construct such a system. Our friend must have been in a terrible fix: as Raul Hilberg reminds us, there was neither a plan nor a budget for such activity.[1] Nor was there any written order, from Himmler, Goebbels, Hitler, or anyone else. Evidently he was simply told to “make it happen,” or some such thing. (Anyone who has ever worked in a large bureaucracy can surely relate to the poor man’s plight.)
By late 1941 the Reich had experienced a monumental rise in the number of jews under its control. At one time in the 1930s some 600,000 jews lived in Germany proper, though with the coming of Hitler they fled by the thousands each year. With the Anschluss of Austria in March 1938, another 200,000 came into the Reich—but many of these too fled. Not that this was of concern to the “Nazi” leadership; they wanted nothing more than to drive the jews out. In fact it was at this time that the first concrete plans for removing them came to light. Goebbels recorded in his diary of April 11 that “The Führer wants the jews completely squeezed out of Germany. To Madagascar, or some such place. Right!”.[2]
With the rapid German take-over of Poland in September 1939, 1.7 million more jews came under “Nazi” control. Combined with the approximately 250,000 still remaining in Germany and Austria, the total came to nearly 2 million. A number of plans were circulated on how to deal with the growing jewish problem, including the Nisko project (for a jewish reservation in Poland), mass deportation or ghettoization, and the Madagascar plan.
As the Axis alliance was formed and the war expanded, the Germans captured additional territory (the Low Countries in early May 1940, France in mid-June), along with thousands of other jews. Longerich reports (2010: 163-164) that internal estimates grew from 3.25 million in late June, to 4 million by mid-August, up to roughly 6 million (!) by late 1940. Thus it was that, by 1941, the “Nazi” leadership found themselves with a 6-million-jew problem.[3]
Of this total, about a third—in fact, precisely 2,284,000—resided in the five districts of Poland known as the General Government.[4] On the orthodox view, Globocnik and team were charged with “exterminating” them. This plan was dubbed Aktion Reinhardt (AR) by those alleging it, and according to them involved primarily the construction of three camps in southeastern Poland: Belzec, Sobibor, and Treblinka. If we can believe the USHMM, they managed to ultimately kill 1.7 million in the span of about 18 months.[5]
But back to our hapless SS man. When the verbal order arrived in October 1941, he would have immediately begun plans to construct the gassing facilities. So let us try to reconstruct the thinking process. Our man is given vague direction to systematically kill, and dispose of, over 2 million people in some short (but unspecified) period of time. Let us say that his time frame matched the actual duration—the 18 months—that the camps operated, and that he intended to kill them within a year and a half. So he must design a system to kill, in aggregate, something like 130,000 jews per month, or about 4,200 per day, for 18 straight months (winter included, of course).
Of the many killing options open to him (shooting, drowning, suffocation, exposure, etc.), our man inexplicably decides to gas them with carbon monoxide from the exhaust of diesel engines. I set aside here all the absurdities of this method, and presume for the sake of argument that it could work, and would be able to kill rooms full of people within, say, 30 minutes.[6]
Designing a single large extermination camp would be somewhat risky, so let’s suppose he goes with two camps—good to have a back-up facility, just in case. Likely both would be of similar construction, and each would be designed to handle half load, that is, about 2,100 people per day. So he drafts up a standard carbon monoxide gassing structure: one building with 3 chambers, each, say, 4 x 5 meters. Assuming (conservatively) 5 people per square meter, each room could gas 100 people; thus, 3 rooms can handle 300 at a time.
Then our man allows a 2-hour cycle time—30 minutes to (simultaneously) load the 3 rooms, 30 to gas, and one hour to remove the 300 bodies. The unloading would be relatively easy: no poisonous Zyklon-B hanging around, no gas masks, just open the doors and haul the bodies out. Figuring seven such cycles per day—about a 14-hour work day—yields the desired daily toll of 2,100. It’s a perfect scheme: two simple camps built in remote locations along rail lines, no other facilities needed, job done in a year and a half.
Ah, but wait…one more thing: body disposal. Two thousand bodies per day is quite a heap. It would take acres of mass graves to hold them all, and even these would only hide, not destroy, the evidence. Better to build cheap, high-volume crematoria. Knowing that it takes one hour to fully incinerate, down to ash, one body, our designer would need 100 muffles (oven openings), operating 20 hours per day, to handle the load. Compare to Auschwitz. The largest crematoria there—Kremas 2 and 3—each had 15 muffles. So our man needs the equivalent of seven Krema 2’s to do the job. At each camp. And coke to fuel them all. So much for ‘no budget, no plan.’
* * * * *
That’s all hypothetical, but something like that must have happened, according to traditionalism. Let’s now compare this to the “facts” as presented by the experts.
Belzec is, allegedly, designed as we presumed: one building with three chambers. The room size, however, is in dispute—either 12 or 32 square meters per room, depending on the witness. Orthodoxy claims that the Germans could pack in 10 people per square meter, thus able to gas either 360 or 960 per cycle. With a 2-hour cycle, and running round the clock—as the experts claim they did—Belzec could thus kill up to 4,320 (or 11,520) per day.
Sobibor was designed in a very similar way, except, for some unknown reason, the three chambers were each 16 square meters. By a similar calculation, the camp could kill as many as 5,760 per day.
The two camps combined, then, yielded 10,000 (or 17,300) fatalities each day, at most.
Compare these numbers to the task: a combined 4,200 per day. Overkill, you may say. Or maybe our man was just being cautious. After all, gas chambers are cheap. Still, we are at least within the realm of possibility here.
But consider that other nagging problem, of body disposal. According to witnesses, neither Belzec nor Sobibor had a single crematorium. Instead they opted for the mass-burial approach: for a full nine months in the former camp, five in the latter. Then they changed their minds, deciding to exhume and burn, in the open air, all the buried corpses—at a rate exceeding 3,000 per day. The incoherence of this speaks for itself.[7]
So ignoring the (insurmountable) disposal problem, the two camps, in their initial (alleged) configurations, seem to be easily capable of handling the task. The capacity is 200-400% of that required to do the job in 18 months. This suggests that the “Nazis” would have had the option of accelerating things, finishing the gruesome project in nine months, or perhaps even six, if the situation so dictated.
But things take a bizarre turn just a few months later. Rather than addressing the monumental disposal problem, Globocnik and team instead make two inexplicable decisions: (1) they increase the gassing capacity at both camps, and (2) they decide to build a third camp (Treblinka), of equal capacity (3 chambers), again with no disposal capability.
The absurdity of this situation is hard to overestimate. The decision to build Treblinka was likely made in March or April (construction began in May), and the decision to double the number of Belzec chambers came soon thereafter;[8] six chambers were in operation there by June 1942. And barely a month later, perhaps by July, the “Nazi” team opted to double the chambers at Sobibor and, at the same time, to go to six (or perhaps 10, depending on witnesses) double-size chambers at Treblinka—which had just begun operation.
So the gassing situation as of September was truly mind-boggling. Assuming round-the-clock operation, Belzec could have gassed 14,400 per day. (Lest the reader think I am exaggerating here, consider this statement in the 2001 Holocaust Encyclopedia, p. 178: “Belzec was the first camp to be equipped with permanent gas chambers, which had the capacity to kill 15,000 persons a day.”) Sobibor, 11,500. And Treblinka, assuming just six large (32 sq meter) chambers, an astonishing 23,000 daily. The sum total: 49,000 gassings each day, maximum capacity. Monthly, this comes to almost 1.5 million. And all without a single muffle.
Recall, once again, the task at hand: 4,200 per day, or 130,000 per month. At the above rate, the entire General Government would have been emptied of jews in 6 weeks, and the entire zone of Reich influence—the 6 million—done within four months.[9]
Two further points here: First, even if the above numbers are relaxed, it does not substantially change the absurdity of the situation. For example, if we allow a generous 3-hour cycle time, and only six cycles per day, the combined capacity in September 1942 would still have been almost 25,000 per day, or about 730,000 monthly—more than five times the needed capacity.
Second, if we compare the capacities to the (alleged) actual gassings, the degree of overkill becomes even more apparent.
Belzec had one peak month for gassings (August 1942), in which they processed about 4,300 per day; all other months never exceeded 2,700. And yet its capacity was over 14,000 daily.
Sobibor’s peak gassing period was at the very beginning, during its 3-chamber phase, when it hit a peak of 670 per day—versus original capacity of 5,760. After expansion to six chambers, actual daily gassings fell to below 400 a day, even as the capacity rose to 11,500.
In Treblinka, the daily capacity of 23,000 (or 38,400, assuming 10 chambers) compares to an average “actual” figure of 4,900 per day over the first four months of operation. But during 1943, the daily numbers never exceeded 1,000: a mere 3-4% of capacity.
All this entails incredibly poor planning by the Globocnik team—not to mention the stupendous oversight of having no plan to dispose of the bodies. Assuming, that is, that they were bent on mass murder.
More likely, of course, is that the three camps were delousing facilities and transit camps. They would have been built to temporarily house and disinfest jews and other forced-labor conscripts who were on their way to resettlement camps or ghettos in the captured Soviet territory further east. The “gas chambers” cited by witnesses would have been either real showers, or delousing chambers for clothing and linens. Only a small number of incidental deaths would be expected, and thus no need to plan for high-volume body disposal—though the actual number may well have exceeded expectations.
Just as at Auschwitz, the Aktion Reinhardt camps had an incredible over-capacity of “gas chambers,” and an incredible under-capacity of crematoria (or other suitable disposal plans). No one would have consciously planned such a scheme. Thus, all the more reason to suspect that something is seriously wrong with the conventional story.


renegadetribune--2020-10-12--King Olaf’s Strange Encounter

King Olaf’s Strange Encounter

ONE DAY King Olaf Tryggvisson and his men sailed south along the coast of Norway in the ship Long Dragon .
When they came to the fjord of Nidaros , the men had to take to the oars , because the wind was too weak to fill the sails .
But the king was not in a hurry .
He was in a good mood and did all kinds of tricks for his men .
He fought a mock duel with is banner-carrier , Ulf the Red .
First , they fought in the usual manner with the sword in @ @ @ @ @ @ @ sword in the left hand ; and , finally , with swords in both hands .
Each time , the king advanced all the way to the backboard .
Those were notable games .
After that , King Olaf climbed up on the ship ’ s railing , while walking along juggling three unsheathed daggers .
Nobody ever saw the king miss or a dagger fall into the sea .
The men rowed with more enthusiasm and laughed .
King Olaf sat among his men on the aft deck and talked about this @ @ @ @ @ @ @ marshal and Thorstein Ochsenfuss ; An Schätze from Jämtland and Bersi the Strong ; Einar and Finn from Hardanger ; Ketil the Tall and his brothers ; men from all of Norway ; from Iceland and from the islands in the west ; an elite team , handsome fellows full of strength and daring .
One could see that .
None were over 60 years old , except for Bishop Sigurd , and none were under 20 , except for Einar Bogenschüttler , who was just 18 but who was the best shot @ @ @ @ @ @ @ I hold Norway in my hand , ” said the king , and reached with his right hand into the sky , as if grabbing something the others could not see .
“ Because you have received it from God ’ s hand , ” commented Bishop Sigurd in seriousness .
“ Yes , ” agreed the king , from God ’ s hand and not yours , bishop .
I force all to bow to Christ , peoples of all provinces : Stravanger and Hardranger , Vik and Sogne , Moere and @ @ @ @ @ @ @ and in the mountains , and now Helgaland and Upland , too .
Those were the hardest to crack.
” “ But you have the sharpest teeth for it , ” interjected skald Hallfred , the Icelander .
“ Many have felt them.
” “ That may be true , ” Olaf replied , “ but now Norway is one Reich , and church bells ring out over our entire realm.
” “ I admit that , ” Hallfred agreed .
He laughed lightly and added , “ Also , that it is @ @ @ @ @ @ @ those bells .
And many others feel the same way , even if they don ’ t say so.
” But Hallfred pointed to his heart and said , “ In here , King Olaf , sits one who does not want to hear it .
Christ took all-too-much time coming to us .
All of us learned differently from our mothers.
” King Olaf looked at him a long time .
Then he said , “ Where the bells ring…is the Reich and the King ’ s dominion.
” “ Which you @ @ @ @ @ @ @ bishop again .
“ One is master .
The one in heaven.
” “ And one is king in Norway , Bishop , ” retorted Olaf .
“ One must be master and one must be king , unless the land it to become the booty of foreign kings .
Always remember that.
” “ There should only be one king in Norway and the islands , ” said Hallfred .
“ And only one should be master in heaven .
But I still feel sorry for those who had to leave everything @ @ @ @ @ @ @ his hand toward the mountains , then across the sky and finally down toward the sea .
All knew what he meant .
Bishop Sigurd looked at him angrily , “ Those teeth still have to bite often and bite many , “ he commented , “ before these idols and wizards have been forced to leave all of Norway , ” All looked toward Olaf to see his reaction to Hallfred ’ s bold words .
But his heart was light and good-natured today , the kind of mood which captivates everybody @ @ @ @ @ @ @ and shouted , “ Norway , homeland !
Hail to him , who has given it to us to rule .
We will hold it tight with our teeth .
No one will rip it away from us for as long as we live !
” “ Hail King Olaf !
” shouted the men .
And Hallfred began a poem about this hour : The ship glided close to the coast into the fjord and came upon a rocky cliff , which protruded far out into the water .
The birds on @ @ @ @ @ @ @ A silver cloud of beating wings rose up like dust into the sky .
A thousand birds called out .
The pine trees , which stand one after the other up along the side of the mountain , reflected sunlight as they swayed .
Light bounced off all the branches .
One heard the creeks babbling noisily down the gorges , and the light breathing of the sea .
Suddenly , they all heard the cry of a clear , sharp voice .
A man stood on the rocky ledge close to the @ @ @ @ @ @ @ and shifted them to the landward side .
But before the ship had even gotten all the way there , they saw the stranger standing on the point of the prow , close to the golden dragon head .
He nodded toward the king , who sat high on the aft deck .
He looked like he was only swaying a little bit from his jump , and was still trying to catch his balance .
Then he walked up among the men in the front of the ship : he appeared to @ @ @ @ @ @ @ who probably just wanted to travel along with them for a while , as long as they would tolerate his company on the ship .
He was not a merchant as they had first thought .
He was a very sturdy man in the old-fashioned dress of green coarse woolen cloth .
Probably a man from deep in the mountains .
Around his hip was a wide leather belt with a pretty copper buckle .
In one of the belt loops he wore a two-sided hammer , the old farmer weapon : a @ @ @ @ @ @ @ the most noticeable thing about the man was his red beard , which was so thick and long that he divided it in two and tucked it into his belt , left and right .
He sat down on a rope coil and looked at the men who were sitting or standing around him , one after the other , completely without shyness .
Each felt a little nervous from the blue fire of his gaze .
It was as if he were looking them over – and had found some small flaw @ @ @ @ @ @ @ a bad jump which you made onto the ship , ” acknowledged Vakr Ramnisson from Götälf .
“ It wasn ’ t any greater , ” replied the stranger , “ than the one you made , Vakr , when you turned a friend of Thor into a Christian .
All of you are good jumpers in that regard.
” What the man said was not comforting .
“ Don ’ t you know who you are traveling with , farmer ?
Be careful !
And where did we make your acquaintance , @ @ @ @ @ @ @ about us ?
” “ An old friend told me , ” he answered , “ back from the time of your fathers .
But forget it .
Now I would like to travel with you for a stretch.
” “ Where do you want to go ?
” “ I have many of them behind me , but now I want to rest.
” “ You don ’ t look like it , ” observed Bersi the Strong .
According to his custom – as if it was not worth talking to @ @ @ @ @ @ @ he reached for the stranger ’ s hand and tried to tear him off his seat .
It was a short and sharp struggle , but then Bersi was laying on the ground .
It was perfectly clear who was stronger .
Bersi had not experienced that since his early youth .
It hit everyone like fire and a drunkenness : each had to test out the stranger in a contest .
But none could match him .
The entire ship stared at the devilish fellow .
His words also flew , sharp @ @ @ @ @ @ @ as unerringly as his movements .
Each got his !
Finally , he walked along the railing over the oars , which never stopped rowing , and he juggled not just three daggers ( as King Olaf had done ) , but four daggers , with two in the air on one in each hand at all times .
It was a fast game , as the daggers danced over his head like flames .
The crew stared at this farmer , who played like this .
He certainly knew his way around @ @ @ @ @ @ @ King Olaf called to him , and he climbed up the at deck of the ship , removed his cap and stood in front of the king .
One saw that the hair on his head was also red , and how it stood like a fire above his forehead .
“ If a stranger and farmer like you comes before Norway ’ s king , he bows , ” instructed Thorgrim Thorsteinsson loudly .
The farmer turned to him and said , “ You also descend from men , Thorgrim , who @ @ @ @ @ @ @ backs before other men – other than perhaps before the one after whom they were – like you – were named .
“ You are a well-spoken and talented man , ” said King Olaf as he gestured to the others to be silent .
“ Are you from this area ?
” The Red Beard looked at King Olaf for a long time .
The he laughed slightly , like one who has worry in his heart .
“ Yes , ” he answered , “ you could say that I ’ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ made the same gesture that Hallfred the skald had made , when he spoke of the old gods .
He pointed with his hand toward the mountain , then across the sky and finally down toward the sea .
In one instant , everyone knew who he was .
A wind howled down from the mountain and across the sun like a veil , and the water began to rise .
But nobody was able to think about the ship , which suddenly began to dance close to the rocky cliffs .
They @ @ @ @ @ @ @ who now stood before their king great and mighty , and saw the holy hammer in his hand .
A dull roar of thunder came from the sky , and they all stood like shadows in brimstone light .
And then they heard the man ’ s heavy voice .
“ Yes , King Olaf , ” he spoke , “ I ’ m from this province , from Helgeland and from Dronthiem , from Havanger and Stavanger , from all of Norway and from the islands , from the mountains and from @ @ @ @ @ @ @ from the sea .
And it is my work that there is such a land that gives you joy and of which you can be king .
When I first came here , it was a land of ice under the feet of giants .
But I slew the giants , who sat on the mountains .
Trees grew and creeks flowed there .
I strangled the trolls , who are the enemies of both gods and men .
Flowers grew in the meadows and goats climbed the mountain paths .
And people @ @ @ @ @ @ @ fields .
I blessed their crops .
They had bread .
I blessed the sea for them .
They had fish .
I blessed their table .
Their children grew .
I and my kind , King Olaf , made this land inhabitable for the children of humans .
That is why they honored me , men and women .
And this was my folk , for a long time .
Then Bishop Sigurd took heart and showed courage .
He lifted his cross from his chest and held it towards Red Bead @ @ @ @ @ @ @ !
” he demanded .
The man laughed , soft and bitter .
It was like a crying in the wind .
“ Yes , ” he said , “ and now another comes .
My hour has passed , according to the will of the All-Ruler .
It is hard for my friends .
And you , Olaf , persecute and kill them , and fulfill fate .
Eventually it happens to all of us .
But I expected it to be different : the Wolf that devours us , the Snake @ @ @ @ @ @ @ Gentle and overcomes the Powerful .
But no one escapes destiny , and no one knows in advance .
The hour will come for the man on the cross , too.
” “ Give way , idol !
” commanded the bishop again as he held his cross close to Red Beard ’ s eyes .
Then he raised his hammer , and a bolt of lightning struck down along the mast like a golden snake .
But it was as if he seized it with his hand before it could do any @ @ @ @ @ @ @ one heard the bitter laughter .
They never forgot it until death .
And they saw how the man threw himself overboard with a mighty leap , and , holding the hammer over his head , sank into the sea and disappeared .
At that moment everything changed .
A light wind from the south blew , filled the sails and pushed the ship in sunshine along the softly rolling waves deeper into the bay .
It seemed like they had all awakened from a dream or stupor .
King Olaf rubbed both @ @ @ @ @ @ @ Sigurd cleared his throat as if to speak , the king motioned for him to be silent .
In front of them were the houses of Nidaros , ships at the shore , the mighty roof of the king ’ s house and the new cathedral with its pointed summit and its wide tower .
Evening had come .
The sun sank into the sea .
The bells rung softly across the water .
All stood like the king and bared their heads .
“ We pray for all who know how to @ @ @ @ @ @ @ king .

By Will Vesper
ONE DAY King Olaf Tryggvisson and his men sailed south along the coast of Norway in the ship Long Dragon. When they came to the fjord of Nidaros, the men had to take to the oars, because the wind was too weak to fill the sails. But the king was not in a hurry. He was in a good mood and did all kinds of tricks for his men. He fought a mock duel with is banner-carrier, Ulf the Red. First, they fought in the usual manner with the sword in the right hand; then with the sword in the left hand; and, finally, with swords in both hands. Each time, the king advanced all the way to the backboard. Those were notable games. After that, King Olaf climbed up on the ship’s railing, while walking along juggling three unsheathed daggers. Nobody ever saw the king miss or a dagger fall into the sea. The men rowed with more enthusiasm and laughed.
King Olaf sat among his men on the aft deck and talked about this and that. There sat Kolbjörn the marshal and Thorstein Ochsenfuss; An Schätze from Jämtland and Bersi the Strong; Einar and Finn from Hardanger; Ketil the Tall and his brothers; men from all of Norway; from Iceland and from the islands in the west; an elite team, handsome fellows full of strength and daring. One could see that. None were over 60 years old, except for Bishop Sigurd, and none were under 20, except for Einar Bogenschüttler, who was just 18 but who was the best shot in all the land.
“Now I hold Norway in my hand,” said the king, and reached with his right hand into the sky, as if grabbing something the others could not see.
“Because you have received it from God’s hand,” commented Bishop Sigurd in seriousness.
“Yes,” agreed the king, from God’s hand and not yours, bishop. I force all to bow to Christ, peoples of all provinces: Stravanger and Hardranger, Vik and Sogne, Moere and Ramsdalen, the provinces on the sea and in the mountains, and now Helgaland and Upland, too. Those were the hardest to crack.”
“But you have the sharpest teeth for it,” interjected skald Hallfred, the Icelander. “Many have felt them.”
“That may be true,” Olaf replied, “but now Norway is one Reich, and church bells ring out over our entire realm.”
“I admit that,” Hallfred agreed. He laughed lightly and added, “Also, that it is hard for me to get accustomed to those bells. And many others feel the same way, even if they don’t say so.”
“You have sensitive ears, being a skald,” retorted King Olaf.
But Hallfred pointed to his heart and said, “In here, King Olaf, sits one who does not want to hear it. Christ took all-too-much time coming to us. All of us learned differently from our mothers.”
King Olaf looked at him a long time. Then he said, “Where the bells ring…is the Reich and the King’s dominion.”
“Which you received from God,” interjected the bishop again. “One is master. The one in heaven.”
“And one is king in Norway, Bishop,” retorted Olaf.
“One must be master and one must be king, unless the land it to become the booty of foreign kings. Always remember that.”
“There should only be one king in Norway and the islands,” said Hallfred. “And only one should be master in heaven. But I still feel sorry for those who had to leave everything,” and he slowly gestured with his hand toward the mountains, then across the sky and finally down toward the sea. All knew what he meant.
Bishop Sigurd looked at him angrily, “Those teeth still have to bite often and bite many, “he commented, “before these idols and wizards have been forced to leave all of Norway,”
All looked toward Olaf to see his reaction to Hallfred’s bold words. But his heart was light and good-natured today, the kind of mood which captivates everybody. Laughing, he showed his teeth and shouted, “Norway, homeland! Hail to him, who has given it to us to rule. We will hold it tight with our teeth. No one will rip it away from us for as long as we live!”
“Hail King Olaf!” shouted the men. And Hallfred began a poem about this hour:
“Scenting battle weather
Southward traveled the king…”
The ship glided close to the coast into the fjord and came upon a rocky cliff, which protruded far out into the water. The birds on the shore bank took to flight. A silver cloud of beating wings rose up like dust into the sky. A thousand birds called out.
The pine trees, which stand one after the other up along the side of the mountain, reflected sunlight as they swayed. Light bounced off all the branches. One heard the creeks babbling noisily down the gorges, and the light breathing of the sea.
Suddenly, they all heard the cry of a clear, sharp voice. A man stood on the rocky ledge close to the ship. The men lifted their oars and shifted them to the landward side. But before the ship had even gotten all the way there, they saw the stranger standing on the point of the prow, close to the golden dragon head. He nodded toward the king, who sat high on the aft deck. He looked like he was only swaying a little bit from his jump, and was still trying to catch his balance. Then he walked up among the men in the front of the ship: he appeared to be a farmer from the area, who probably just wanted to travel along with them for a while, as long as they would tolerate his company on the ship. He was not a merchant as they had first thought.
He was a very sturdy man in the old-fashioned dress of green coarse woolen cloth. Probably a man from deep in the mountains. Around his hip was a wide leather belt with a pretty copper buckle. In one of the belt loops he wore a two-sided hammer, the old farmer weapon: a nicely formed piece of handiwork. But the most noticeable thing about the man was his red beard, which was so thick and long that he divided it in two and tucked it into his belt, left and right.
He sat down on a rope coil and looked at the men who were sitting or standing around him, one after the other, completely without shyness. Each felt a little nervous from the blue fire of his gaze. It was as if he were looking them over – and had found some small flaw with each.
“That was not a bad jump which you made onto the ship,” acknowledged Vakr Ramnisson from Götälf.
“It wasn’t any greater,” replied the stranger, “than the one you made, Vakr, when you turned a friend of Thor into a Christian. All of you are good jumpers in that regard.”
What the man said was not comforting.
“Don’t you know who you are traveling with, farmer? Be careful! And where did we make your acquaintance, so that you think you know something about us?”
“An old friend told me,” he answered, “back from the time of your fathers. But forget it. Now I would like to travel with you for a stretch.”
“Where do you want to go?”
“Abroad,” the man answered sadly.
“You look capable for a military expedition.”
“I have many of them behind me, but now I want to rest.”
“You don’t look like it,” observed Bersi the Strong. According to his custom – as if it was not worth talking to a man before testing his strength – he reached for the stranger’s hand and tried to tear him off his seat. It was a short and sharp struggle, but then Bersi was laying on the ground. It was perfectly clear who was stronger. Bersi had not experienced that since his early youth. It hit everyone like fire and a drunkenness: each had to test out the stranger in a contest. But none could match him. The entire ship stared at the devilish fellow. His words also flew, sharp and fearless, and found their mark as unerringly as his movements. Each got his! Finally, he walked along the railing over the oars, which never stopped rowing, and he juggled not just three daggers (as King Olaf had done), but four daggers, with two in the air on one in each hand at all times. It was a fast game, as the daggers danced over his head like flames. The crew stared at this farmer, who played like this. He certainly knew his way around more than just oxen.
Finally, King Olaf called to him, and he climbed up the at deck of the ship, removed his cap and stood in front of the king. One saw that the hair on his head was also red, and how it stood like a fire above his forehead.
“If a stranger and farmer like you comes before Norway’s king, he bows,” instructed Thorgrim Thorsteinsson loudly.
The farmer turned to him and said, “You also descend from men, Thorgrim, who weren’t accustomed to bend their backs before other men – other than perhaps before the one after whom they were – like you – were named.
“You are a well-spoken and talented man,” said King Olaf as he gestured to the others to be silent. “Are you from this area?”
The Red Beard looked at King Olaf for a long time. The he laughed slightly, like one who has worry in his heart. “Yes,” he answered, “you could say that I’m from the area.
“From which province?” asked the king.
Then he made the same gesture that Hallfred the skald had made, when he spoke of the old gods. He pointed with his hand toward the mountain, then across the sky and finally down toward the sea. In one instant, everyone knew who he was. A wind howled down from the mountain and across the sun like a veil, and the water began to rise. But nobody was able to think about the ship, which suddenly began to dance close to the rocky cliffs. They all stared at the Red Beard, who now stood before their king great and mighty, and saw the holy hammer in his hand. A dull roar of thunder came from the sky, and they all stood like shadows in brimstone light. And then they heard the man’s heavy voice.
“Yes, King Olaf,” he spoke, “I’m from this province, from Helgeland and from Dronthiem, from Havanger and Stavanger, from all of Norway and from the islands, from the mountains and from the valleys, from the clouds and from the sea. And it is my work that there is such a land that gives you joy and of which you can be king. When I first came here, it was a land of ice under the feet of giants. But I slew the giants, who sat on the mountains. Trees grew and creeks flowed there. I strangled the trolls, who are the enemies of both gods and men. Flowers grew in the meadows and goats climbed the mountain paths. And people came and built huts and plowed the fields. I blessed their crops. They had bread. I blessed the sea for them. They had fish. I blessed their table. Their children grew. I and my kind, King Olaf, made this land inhabitable for the children of humans. That is why they honored me, men and women. And this was my folk, for a long time.
Then Bishop Sigurd took heart and showed courage. He lifted his cross from his chest and held it towards Red Bead. “Give way, you idol!” he demanded.
The man laughed, soft and bitter. It was like a crying in the wind.
“Yes,” he said, “and now another comes. My hour has passed, according to the will of the All-Ruler. It is hard for my friends. And you, Olaf, persecute and kill them, and fulfill fate. Eventually it happens to all of us. But I expected it to be different: the Wolf that devours us, the Snake than strangles us. Along comes the Gentle and overcomes the Powerful. But no one escapes destiny, and no one knows in advance. The hour will come for the man on the cross, too.”
“Give way, idol!” commanded the bishop again as he held his cross close to Red Beard’s eyes.
Then he raised his hammer, and a bolt of lightning struck down along the mast like a golden snake. But it was as if he seized it with his hand before it could do any harm. For a third time, one heard the bitter laughter. They never forgot it until death.
And they saw how the man threw himself overboard with a mighty leap, and, holding the hammer over his head, sank into the sea and disappeared.
At that moment everything changed. A light wind from the south blew, filled the sails and pushed the ship in sunshine along the softly rolling waves deeper into the bay. It seemed like they had all awakened from a dream or stupor. King Olaf rubbed both hands across his face. As Bishop Sigurd cleared his throat as if to speak, the king motioned for him to be silent.
In front of them were the houses of Nidaros, ships at the shore, the mighty roof of the king’s house and the new cathedral with its pointed summit and its wide tower. Evening had come. The sun sank into the sea. The bells rung softly across the water. All stood like the king and bared their heads.
“We pray for all who know how to die like men,” said the king.
From: SS Ideology, Hammer, 1988, USA, pp. 17-22.
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renegadetribune--2020-10-12--Men With Little Hats Have Youngsters Doing the Safety Dance

I am not exactly sure where this video is from , but the stupidity of what we are seeing here @ @ @ @ @ many happening around the whole world .
I love how the dance partners end up @ @ @ @ @ bump into .
This is all thanks to men in little hats .

I am not exactly sure where this video is from, but the stupidity of what we are seeing here is just one example amongst many happening around the whole world. I love how the dance partners end up face-to-face with other couples they bump into. This is all thanks to men in little hats.
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renegadetribune--2020-10-12--Germany Must Not Perish!

Germany Must Not Perish!

As I have promised , here is a part of my personal files .
Every National Socialist who needs uplifting @ @ @ @ @ can download or screenshot all of these pictures .
For example , they can be @ @ @ @ @ screen backgrounds .

As I have promised, here is a part of my personal files. Every National Socialist who needs uplifting impressions in this terrible time can download or screenshot all of these pictures. For example, they can be used as inspiration or as screen backgrounds.
Wie ich versprochen habe, ist hier ein Teil meiner persönlichen Dateien. Jeder Nationalsozialist, der in dieser schrecklichen Zeit erhebende Eindrücke braucht, kann all diese Bilder herunterladen oder screenshotten. Zum Beispiel können sie als Inspiration oder als Bildschirmhintergründe verwendet werden.
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renegadetribune--2020-10-13--Ritzy NYC Shops Who Signed On To BLM Getting Looted By Folks Who Threaten to Scream ‘Racism’ If Stop

Ritzy NYC Shops Who Signed On To BLM Getting Looted By Folks Who Threaten to Scream ‘Racism’ If Stopped

Luxury shops in Soho which threw their support behind the Black Lives Matter movement when it was trendy earlier this year are reportedly now getting looted for hundreds of thousands of dollars in merchandise by folks who threaten to accuse them of “ racism ” if they try and stop them .
The shops are afraid the racism accusations could ruin their brand so they ’ re staying quiet about it but it looks like someone leaked their story to the New York Post to try and drum up some sympathy and perhaps some increased police patrols .
From the @ @ @ @ @ @ @ : Luxury retailers terrorized by shoplifting mobs ” : Bands of shoplifters are terrorizing Soho ’ s high-end boutiques , lifting hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of designer merchandise , and in some cases , threatening security guards to keep quiet — or be labeled racist , The Post has learned .
The disturbing pattern began in late May during the riots that rocked the city in the wake of the George Floyd police custody death .
High-end Celine was looted of $ 1.5 million in merchandise then , and the blatant @ @ @ @ @ @ @ ritzy stores such as Prada , Moncler , Dior and Balenciaga , one plugged-in local said .
“ This is happening every week .
Walk around Soho on Wooster Street and Greene Street , Mercer Street .
… You have huge bouncers out there trying to deter hit-and-run activity , ” the source , a restaurateur , said .
[ … ] “ If they [ store personnel ] stop them and say anything in the store before they ’ ve left the building then it often gets turned into a racial accusation @ @ @ @ @ @ @ The brands … tell their employees to walk away , ” the insider added .
“ They don ’ t want to be the next Instagram video claiming they are a racist brand.
” [ … ] A law enforcement source confirmed that “ dozens of larcenies have occurred in recent months in high-end establishments in the neighborhood.
” The source said the victimized stores include Adidas , Fendi and Burberry .
Here ’ s video of Celine getting robbed of $ 1.5 million in merchandise .
That robbery actually happened back on @ @ @ @ @ @ @ put out their statement in support of Black Lives Matter .
Evidently , it hasn ’ t earned them any favors .

By Chris Menahan
Luxury shops in Soho which threw their support behind the Black Lives Matter movement when it was trendy earlier this year are reportedly now getting looted for hundreds of thousands of dollars in merchandise by folks who threaten to accuse them of “racism” if they try and stop them.
The shops are afraid the racism accusations could ruin their brand so they’re staying quiet about it but it looks like someone leaked their story to the New York Post to try and drum up some sympathy and perhaps some increased police patrols.
(The Post left out that nearly all of these stores virtue-signalled in favor of BLM a few months ago.)
From the New York Post, “Stealing Soho: Luxury retailers terrorized by shoplifting mobs”:
Bands of shoplifters are terrorizing Soho’s high-end boutiques, lifting hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of designer merchandise, and in some cases, threatening security guards to keep quiet — or be labeled racist, The Post has learned. The disturbing pattern began in late May during the riots that rocked the city in the wake of the George Floyd police custody death. High-end Celine was looted of $1.5 million in merchandise then, and the blatant thievery continues “every week” in ritzy stores such as Prada, Moncler, Dior and Balenciaga, one plugged-in local said. “This is happening every week. Walk around Soho on Wooster Street and Greene Street, Mercer Street. … You have huge bouncers out there trying to deter hit-and-run activity,” the source, a restaurateur, said. […] “If they [store personnel] stop them and say anything in the store before they’ve left the building then it often gets turned into a racial accusation,” the source said. “The brands … tell their employees to walk away,” the insider added. “They don’t want to be the next Instagram video claiming they are a racist brand.” […] A law enforcement source confirmed that “dozens of larcenies have occurred in recent months in high-end establishments in the neighborhood.” The source said the victimized stores include Adidas, Fendi and Burberry.
Prada:
Dior:
Fendi:
View this post on Instagram #BlackLivesMatter A post shared by Fendi (@fendi) on Jun 1, 2020 at 6:02am PDT
Burberry:
Adidas:
View this post on Instagram Take action. Things won’t change unless we create that change. A post shared by adidas (@adidas) on May 30, 2020 at 1:15am PDT
Celine:
Here’s video of Celine getting robbed of $1.5 million in merchandise.
That robbery actually happened back on May 31st — just one before Celine put out their statement in support of Black Lives Matter.
Evidently, it hasn’t earned them any favors.
“Who do we protect? Black criminals!” Washington DC BLM chant overnight what we’ve heard recently in Seattle. pic.twitter.com/tDgGge4ddU — Andy Ngô 🏳🌈 (@MrAndyNgo) August 29, 2020
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renegadetribune--2020-10-13--Joseph Magnus Stäck’s Vivid Landscapes

Joseph Magnus Stäck’s Vivid Landscapes

Joseph Magnus Stäck ( 1812-1868 ) was a Swedish landscape painter and art professor at the Royal Academy and was @ @ @ @ @ Allmänna Konstförening .
He was unable to paint as much as he would have liked @ @ @ @ @ with rheumatic fever or malaria .
Here is his bio on Wikipedia .

Joseph Magnus Stäck (1812-1868) was a Swedish landscape painter and art professor at the Royal Academy and was elected Chairman of the Sveriges Allmänna Konstförening. He was unable to paint as much as he would have liked due to a long-term battle with rheumatic fever or malaria. Here is his bio on Wikipedia.
Ruined Abbey C'est ma bonne Fisherman's cottage in the archipelago Spruce forest with a frozen swamp Italian ruin landscape in the moonlight Woman with children outside a cottage Landscape from Dalarna Bay of Naples in the moonlight Forest landscape with wood picker Winter landscape from Holland Sandgatan in Lund, Sweden Beach landscape Evening scene with boat on a beach Walking Figures with St. Peter's Basilica in the Background
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