A few quick off-the-tops this early morning after bolting from bed and downing my first cup of java….

I received a short time ago an email written by a gentleman who was irate (to put it mildly) that I would use and perpetuate the word “Nazi”, in this case in the subtitle of my book, Hellstorm.  In his angry opinion, I was little better than an agent of the Jewish enemy.  Not much, but I do get a little of that, by and by.  I am accustomed to it.  When I used to speak in the South about America’s civil war, 1861-1865, I ocassionaly was corrected by those who impatiently  insisted it was not a “civil war” but rather it was The War of Northern Aggression, The War for Southern Independence, etc.  That said, here is my response to the email mentioned:

I am known to rant some on Jews. True, ’tis true. And yes, oft I’m chided by some well-meaning large-hearted imbecile with the simple: “Not all Jews are bad.” Again, true, too true. I have actually those Jews who I counted, and still count, as friends. But know ye now this: We whites are the only bi-peds on earth which takes the racial exceptions in life, dresses them up, then makes them the racial rule. IOW we take the anomaly and make it the norm; IOW we judge all people on an individual basis, not on a racial basis. In theory, I like it; in fact, I hate it.

No other race on earth—or any other species of animal on earth, for that matter—takes the exception then makes it their rule. Example: Yes, there are many good Jews in this world, just as there are many good blacks and browns. But because a few or even a large number in other races are good, does that, rather, should that, excuse the actions of the great majority?

Should we whites simply travel under the assumption that because we have known some good blacks in our life that this makes it perfectly okay to mosey through some black ‘hood at midnight—or midday, for that matter—as if all those hanging out in the streets and staring at you like you are a box of free KFC are at heart just good colored folks like all those wonderful blacks we have known in our past? Any white idiot who tries to navigate through a black ‘hood at any time of day is very likely taking their first—and last—stroll into the world of inter-racial reality. The only silver lining to such a stupid scenario is that such a white tard who does the above will actually be doing the white race a great favor by removing their flawed genes from our genetic swimming pool.

Or, because we have known some righteous Jews in our life should we expect honest reasoning and fair play when talking with other Jews about whether the Jewish holocaust happened or not, about the dark invasion of Europe now in progress, about the crimes of Israel, about why Hitler was not just a good man, but a great man, or whatever? Yeah, right. Jews are the most racially cohesive and exclusive race on earth. Jewishness defines who they are, their sun, their moon, their all. Under normal circumstances I would have no problem with that since I believe in this shrinking modern world we all must be that way merely to maintain our unique identities. But, and as anyone reading this already knows, the Jew works night and day to strip that racial cohesiveness from we whites so that his subjugation and enslavement of us—we, his greatest obstacle to world dominion—is that much easier. And they have done a very good job of it. And therein, as my man Shakespeare might say, “therein lies the rub.” And this is where I have a problem with the Jews.

Should I let my fond memories and friendship with a few Jews or a few blacks or a few browns mollify my actions or short circuit my defense mechanisms when I encounter the majority of Jews or blacks or browns?

No, of course not. That’s like some dumb tourist in the desert who encounters a rattlesnake, a rattlesnake who seems utterly indifferent about biting him; and then this same guy travels through that same desert imagining that this one viper represents all vipers. Again, such a person or such a race of persons who reacts like that is not long for this world. The white race is the only race that insists upon judging those of others races on an individual, rather than a racial, basis. And this is why the white race is on the verge of extinction: Other races, including those I admire, the Japanese and Chinese, they see other races and they have a predetermined set of beliefs and opinions about those people and they stick to them until the individual proves them otherwise.

More than any other factor, more even than the Jewish media and its propaganda beat down we have received this past century, I point to the Christian religion as sowing the seeds of our destruction. Yes, of course, Christianity is an alien, oriental religion invented by Jews who at the time were slaves of the Roman Empire and thus, Christianity is a slave’s philosophy for survival. And it worked back then. But that was then, and this is now. In general, the turn-the-other-cheek philosophy and the forgive-and-forget tenants of the bible and this lamb-like “love thy neighbor” and “here’s my neck . . . cut at will” acceptance of whatever our enemies do to us is perfectly designed to insure our ultimate destruction.

Yes, I do hit the Jews pretty hard at times—as I do my own race—but I find much to admire in the Jews. Call them what you will, but the fact is they are 24/7 warriors. As they are wont, and as all races should be wont, there is never a down moment for the Jew. They are always engaged in the war. They are always “on duty.” It is instinctual; it is second nature; it is genetic; it is Jewish. I’m sure when most Jews dream they dream not of sun washed pastures of life and beauty, but of the grim task of fighting we whites; fighting we whites either indirectly with porn, perversion and propaganda to rot us from within, or fighting us with actual wars and howling torture chambers, like those they operated after World War 2 and as they now operate in the Middle East. It’s a non-stop war they are engaged in with us and there are no periods of peace, no pauses, no truces, no forgiveness.

Jews seemingly come out of the chute fighting. While it takes we whites 30 years or more to overcome the indoctrination of our stupid parents, our vapid schools, our murmuring churches, and of course, the pure poison from Jewish TV and Hollywood that drips into our blood stream each day of our lives, no such remedial is needed by the Jew. They begin life fighting us and trying to hurt us in every way possible and no years are lost to them while trying to cast off baggage as we, their white enemy, must do.

24/7/365, sunrise, sunset, sunrise, sunset . . . let me give an example. Even in simple conversation with Jews, complete strangers I have just met moments before, some way, some how, they can get into that five-minute conversation something about 1) how they have never EVER bought a German-made car because of the evil Third Reich and the death camps, or 2) how racist Don Trump is, or 3) how the US should just nuke Iran and Russia and be done with it.

Now, that was just one five-minute conversation with one young Jew I had recently. And this is no aberration. I have been on holiday cruises at sea and spoken with Jews who imagine that I am your typical goy from Silo City, Iowa, and they speak just as the stranger above. In fact, it seems they MUST get all that anti-white propaganda and hate out in one big whoosh or their duty that day is not fulfilled.

Two more examples: I was at Disney World with my little boy once and I was doing what many bored parents do while their kids play, viz., I was watching people. I noticed in one particular pavilion there were a row of video contraptions where one could push a button and your favorite rock group would perform especially for you. So, up comes this identifiably older Jewish couple and after passing by all the videos with white groups the woman finally screeches to a stop at the only black musicians of the entire line; and yep, sure enough, that’s the one she planted herself at. She was over-the-top demonstrative in her glee. I’m sure some whites saw this and just assumed here was yet another spiritually sick white person.

A little later, still at Disney, the kid and I were at a group sing-along in one pavilion where the performers were belting out American songs through history. When they got to “Dixie”, the crowd joined in, but a nasally Jewish woman right behind me groaned out loud and refused to clap along. When the next song up was—naturally, the “Battle Hymn of the Republic”—this individual let out a loud “THANK GOD” and sang and clapped louder than any three people there.

And that’s what I mean by 24/7 warriors. To Jews, its a non-stop guerrilla war they are waging against we whites, their hosts; a guerrilla war in which to your typically dense, sports-watching Walmart-shopping naive white sucker, the Jews’ camouflage, i.e., skin color, is almost perfect. That’s one very good reason why it is so extremely important to study Jews long and hard so you recognize not just their hateful words and actions, but their faces and scowls at a glance.

Ever see a white person doing despicable, demeaning stuff in ads and commercials on TV shows or in movies or wherever? Of course you have. Chances are very good that if it is truly revolting and/or hate-filled anti-white poison they are spewing, then these “whites” are in fact Jews.

Jews are not whites. Though their skin color approximates ours—even some blondish or red headed Jews—this is just the camo acquired over the centuries of living among us. They are no more white or Caucasian than a Tutsi from Africa or a Mongolian from Asia. “White” is more than a color; it is a state of mind . . . and a state of heart. But that is another story.

Quick Conclusion: We whites must either purge the poison within us from a lifetime of Jewish indoctrination from Christianity, Hollywood, television, schools, and parents. We either do, or we don’t. And if we don’t do, we die.

After nearly a year abroad I am back straddling the States. How long I will remain here I cannot say–maybe a month, maybe a year, maybe the rest of my life. And this works for me. Three score and ten have taught me that if one views their future with flexibility fate will always be fair. Such is my NorthStar in life.

Upon completion of my last book, Summer, 1945–Germany, Japan and the Harvest of Hate, of which many of you had a great and generous hand in creating, I had no plans to continue writing. My original post-author ambition was to get involved in communications and film-making with several friends. All that is still in my future, I think, I hope. But now comes that flexibility aspect of my life.

Late this Spring I was contacted by several Euro comrades whose opinions I value greatly. These men and women asked me to consider writing just one more book. My friends reasoned that Hellstorm and Summer, 1945, were books that have had a profound influence on all who read them and will continue to do so for years to come. These folks also noted that the two books cited were the legitimate lead-ups to this one final book they had in mind. Unlike the previous works which were devoted to an honest, accurate retelling of our past history during World War Two, this last book should be a look at our present and future history, in this case the murderous non-stop wars the US Government is currently engaged in that benefits Israel and only Israel.

After some lengthy and serious thought, I agreed with these friends that this book should, and must, be written. As grueling as research and writing can be, I felt, like my friends, that this next effort was sorely needed in the world.

The subject of this final book concerns the roles of Israel and its slavish client state, the US; about how their vicious, cold-blooded massacre of the entire Middle-East has forced the world into a state of prolonged pain and agony; about how this ceaseless slaughter has placed all of us on the precipice of earth-ending nuclear war.

America. Our America. What this once free and universally esteemed nation has now become is a savage, blood-soaked monster unrecognizable. The USA is now simply a cruel, corrupt, criminal, and deeply hated proxy state of Israel. What the US is currently doing now at the behest of Jewish interests can only be expected when a government ignores the needs and interests of its own people and allows its foreign and domestic policy to be utterly usurped by another nation, in this case, to be usurped by its worst possible enemy, Israel. Over the past 70 years–from World War Two to 9/11–Israel has proven time and again just how deep its contempt and hatred is for we Americans and for we whites around the globe.

My great hope is that this book will have a ground-breaking role in not only ending war in the Middle-East, but of casting out the murderous Israeli lobby from America and handing back control of our government to we, the American tax-payers. Once this is accomplished, once we become the world’s friend again and not its enemy, preventing what increasingly looks like World War III will be a relatively easy matter.

I realize how grandiose such a goal may seem. At this moment it may even seem impossible. But such is my ambition, and such is my determination, and such is the importance of the project, that I simply refuse to allow words like “impossible” to enter my vocabulary. My “impossible” goal with Hellstorm and Summer, 1945, was to flip WWII on its head; to replace seventy years of lies, deceit and treachery with truth, honesty and honor and thereby give to the world a new and vastly more valid history of that terrible Jewish instigated war. Those who have read the books believe that this goal was reached. My next “impossible” goal with this coming book is to stay on the track of these international serial killers until the day I drop dead, or the day they surrender, whichever comes first.

Many of the comments I have received from those who have finished Hellstorm and Summer, 1945 mention that the books have not only forever changed the way they view WWII, but the books have changed the way they view the world itself; that the books are “life-altering”; that there was the reader before the books, and there is now the reader after the books. This, I predict, will be the same reaction of those who read this new book. As always, the book will be graphic, to the point, and will mince no words. For the first time in nearly two decades, most of the dark secrets surrounding the Middle-Eastern bloodbath will finally be available to the world. What is being done in the Middle-East today, from Afghanistan and Syria to Palestine and Libya are crimes so vast and enormous that they quite literally stagger the senses in their shameless evil.

Much of my ensuing research for this new book–tentatively entitled, Israel’s Assassins–America and the Middle-East Massacre, 2001-2020–will fortunately occur right here on the internet. Of necessity, however, much investigation will also take place on site in the Middle-East itself where the crimes are being committed and where numerous interviews are planned with the victims themselves. As luck would have it, I have some very good connections in that region which will aid the process. Unfortunately, as an independent, non-academic historian I will need to shift mostly for myself. What historians like myself lack in funding, however, we more than make up for in friends. And that’s where you, the quiet warrior, the dedicated financial activist, comes in. For our cause, I am more than willing to risk my head on the chopping block with each politically incorrect book written . . . but I do need your support.

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Summer, 1945—Germany, Japan and the Harvest of Hate

A book review by Thor Magnusson

Sometimes a book comes along that changes the way we think. Sometimes a book comes along that changes the way we act. Sometimes a book comes along that changes the way we think and the way we act. Such a book was Hellstorm–The Death of Nazi Germany, 1944-1947. That masterpiece by Thomas Goodrich changed forever not only how we would view World War Two, but it changed how we would view the world itself. For the first time since it happened, because of one bold and breath-taking book, the scales fell from our eyes and we were finally able to see free and unfettered what the abomination called World War Two was really all about. Swept forever into a dark, dirty corner was the filth and disease of seventy years of Jewish propaganda, seventy years of Jewish lies about the so-called “Good War” and the so-called “Greatest Generation,” seventy years of Jewish mendacity about who was bad and who was good. Suddenly, overnight, replacing those lies was an honest, impartial, unbiased, but driving, relentless, and utterly merciless account of the fate that befell Germany in 1945.

As incredible as Hellstorm was, is, and will always remain, we now know it was only half the story. While the bloody obscenity that was World War Two was being acted out against a largely helpless German population by as evil a cast of creatures as ever haunted any hell anywhere, a similar horror show was taking place on the far side of the globe. And what is revealed in Tom Goodrich’s latest book, Summer, 1945–Germany, Japan and the Harvest of Hate, is a story so savage and sadistic as to numb the senses.

While some of the events described in Summer, 1945 will be familiar to readers of Hellstorm, many will not. Clearly, the author did a vast amount of new research for this new book since much material is previously unknown, especially regarding the contributions of the “Greatest Generation” to its already ghastly list of war crimes against Germany. In fact, what was previously revealed about the Americans in Hellstorm, horrific as it was at the time, was only the faintest foretaste of what was to come in Summer, 1945.  For example . . .

Massive, monstrous, staggering as was the scale of Red Army rape in Germany, it now seems clear that the Americans were not far behind, if behind they were at all. Simply put: No one in control cared. Far from trying to halt the nonstop sexual attacks that their men committed against helpless German females, US officers, like Soviet officers, either ignored them, laughed at them, or actively encouraged them. Upon entering their communities, American officers forced Germans to write the age and sex of all occupants in their homes, then ordered the lists nailed to doors. “The results are not difficult to imagine,” said one horrified priest from a village where women and children were soon staggering to the local hospital after the predictable sexual assaults commenced. Some US generals even blamed the victims themselves for their own gang rape when they dared leave their homes to beg for food. Lt. General Edwin Clarke went further when he announced that the thousands of rape reports in his area were nothing more than a conspiracy by die-hard Nazis to belittle and embarrass his well-behaved and totally innocent troops. Clarke apparently believed that the hundreds of thousands of beaten, bruised and bleeding women and children were all liars with self-inflicted sex wounds.  Also, to drive home German defeat, it was noted that GIs were being ordered by their “political officers” to make the gang rapes as public as possible. Although such brutal attacks were already common on streets and sidewalks, in schools and shops, an audience of family members was the preferred crowd for gang rape. Forcing German men to watch was also favored by the Americans, just as it was by their communist comrades.

Another hideous American war crime, a despicable act of hate and savagery, was the cold-blooded murder of SS and Wehrmacht soldiers the moment they surrendered their weapons. “You will not accept the surrender of any German SS,” announced one American general, demonstrating his commitment to barbarity and a criminal contempt for the Geneva Convention. By the tens of thousands these German soldiers, some of the best fighters the world had ever seen, were shown no mercy by the cowardly US murderers. In one massacre alone over seven hundred SS men were murdered in a matter of minutes; in another massacre, five hundred died, and so on.

“The Americans forced the Germans to walk in front of them with raised hands,” said an eyewitness regarding one group of fifty. “Then they shot the prisoners in their heads from behind.”

Additionally, the unbelievably sick and sadistic torture camps operated by the US Army and European Jews in Germany and Poland was on a psychopathic scale beyond belief. Well over a hundred thousand German men, women and even children suffered brutal deaths in these nightmarish torture pens. One might have imagined, and one would have certainly hoped, that after Hellstorm nothing more could have possibly been added to this perfectly hellish script of torture—victims buried alive, women forced to lay with and kiss rotting corpses–but one would have imagined wrong. Those few who survived these demonic camps. where dying was a thing to be postponed, not hurried, could no longer be called human. Of virtually all German men and boys who somehow survived to reach home, it was noticed all had their reproductive organs destroyed beyond repair.

But horrific as the so-called “peace” in Germany was, perhaps the greatest revelations for readers of Summer, 1945 come in the war chapters devoted to Japan. From the first page forward we readers, especially we American readers raised on the mythology of the “Dirty Jap,” will find our world of make believe turned upside down and inside out. Winners do write the history.  And never was this more apt and terribly illustrated than in the case of America’s victory over Japan.

With the possible exception of the so-called Jewish “Holocaust,” one of the greatest lies to emerge from WWII and survive for over seventy years in tact, is the one we have been told over and over ever since December 7, 1941, viz., that the Japanese soldier was a mindless, murderous automaton, that he would never surrender, that he would always fight to the death, that he “lived to die” for the Emperor, that suicide was his second nature, and so on. There is no truth to any of these fairy-tales. Such a revelation as I have just stated here should not have come as any great surprise to anyone when they think about it, but it did come as a great shock to me and it will to everyone else, I am sure. When one has been told a “truth” such as this about the “robotic” Japanese soldier, a truth told for so many years from so many sources, one simply believes it as totally, completely and mindlessly as they believe in the Jewish Holocaust or that night follows day. After reading a few pages of Summer, 1945, however, it will be very clear to everyone that never was there a greater falsehood.

While reading what the opposing sides thought, in their own words, it is quickly clear that emotionally there was no appreciable difference between what a Japanese eighteen-year-old wanted and what an American eighteen-year-old wanted. First and foremost, both wanted to live. Both wanted to survive the war so that each might return home and marry that girl they loved so much, to have kids, to get a good job, to buy a car, to raise a small garden, to play in the backyard with pets. The problem for the Japanese was that Americans were taking no prisoners. From the very first battle on Guadalcanal when frightened young Japanese began walking forward with their hands held high to surrender muttering the only English word they knew, “Mercy, mercy,” US Marines began mowing them down . . . all of them, not just an isolated few here and there . . . all of them. In countless testimonies, it is readily apparent that Japanese soldiers in hopeless situations would have gladly surrendered, by the thousands, if only they could. The hatred was so great, however, and the propaganda so virulent following President Franklin Roosevelt’s orchestrated attack at Pearl Harbor that American soldiers, sailors and airmen were simply taking no prisoners, nor did the folks back home or their commanders want them to.

“You will take no prisoners, you will kill every yellow son-of-a-bitch, and that’s it,” yelled a marine colonel as he and his men were about to land on one island.

Thus, the manufactured belief after Pearl Harbor that the Japanese always fought to the death and never surrendered worked perfectly into the deep desire of Americans to kill the “sneaky Japs,” kill them all. And so, with no option now but to fight fanatically to the death, the Japanese did. And thus, it was a case where propaganda became a self-fulfilling truth.

Added to the merciless murder of helpless enemy soldiers was the torture and mutilation the Americans inflicted on those who were merely wounded. Ears, noses, fingers, toes, and other body parts were cut off the dead and dying for souvenirs; heads were hacked off and their “cured” skulls then sold to sailors or sent home to friends and family members; even Roosevelt received a letter opener carved from a Japanese arm bone.

“This is the sort of gift I like to get,” beamed the US president proudly.

The few Japanese who were in fact saved for interrogation were kept alive only as long as their information was useful, then they too were shot, bayoneted or pushed from flying aircraft.

Another falsehood that has existed as fact for the past seventy years is that the US military conducted itself properly during the occupation of Japan and helped the defeated nation gently back to its feet during peace. Again, nothing could be further from the truth. From the day they arrived, the Americans took ruthless control of what little remained of the destroyed nation. Women, children and the elderly were thrown into the streets and forced to shift among the ruins as best they could. At every available opportunity, Japanese men suffered humiliation and degradation and many were slapped, kicked and beaten in public “for fun.” All Japanese were treated like third-class citizens for years. Starvation stalked the land even before the conquerors arrived but though the Americans had a surplus to draw from food was denied to the people, just as it was in Germany. As a result, it is likely that millions perished during the first years of occupation. It was noticed that starving children were smaller in 1946 than they were in 1936.

Additionally, just as in Germany, rape reared its filthy head in “peace.” From the moment American troops came ashore on Saipan and Okinawa—two Japanese islands with large civilian populations–rape of females, and sometimes rape of males, began. And just as in Germany following its surrender, the violent sexual assaults in Japan continued unabated for years. No one in power, from General Douglas MacArthur down, was concerned in the least about the despicable, plague-like crime. Indeed, MacArthur was much more concerned with censoring the news of rape from the outside world than stopping rape in Japan itself. It is estimated that over a million Japanese women and children were raped after the war.

There are many other shocking revelations that might be lifted from this blistering book but then, after all, this is only a review of the book and not the book itself. Readers will have to discover the rest of this startling, riveting read for themselves. Truly, Summer, 1945 is aptly subtitled, “the harvest of hate.”

In closing, a few final thoughts on the author himself. Anyone who has read anything by Tom Goodrich knows that he is a passionate man who writes with great power, strength and scope. It is a trademark that sets him apart from others. But his books also reveal the inner-writer; a writer within who displays a large heart and soul. One senses early in a book that Goodrich actually cares about his subjects. There is, of course, the larger focus of each book, the “big picture,” but Goodrich never loses touch with the small, the fragile, the seeming insignificant, the all-but-forgotten. A touching example is offered in Summer, 1945 when a Japanese adolescent, whose face has been melted beyond recognition by the atomic blast at Hiroshima, makes plans to kill herself rather than be chained for the remainder of her life to the face of a monster. Just as the child is about to commit the final act, she overhears in the next room her anguished father quietly discussing his daughter with her mother. Sadly agreeing that the child’s face is indeed hideous beyond belief, the man then states with both pain and love in each word that he loves his girl so much that her life, not her looks, is all that matters to him. Stunned, never imagining that anyone could ever love her again with such a terrifying face, the words of love were startling to the child, so startling that she suddenly realized that although death would indeed release her from a life of pain and shame, such a selfish act would only add to the heartbreak of her father. The girl matures to womanhood when she decides then and there to accept her fate, deal with her problems herself, and simply be thankful for the love that still blesses her life when so many others are now bereft of all.

Generally, to reach an honest and accurate understanding of an event such as World War Two, one must be so dedicated to the truth that they are prepared to plow through days, weeks, months, and years of dry, sterile material filled with tedious facts, figures and stats. Few of us have the time, patience or stamina for such research. Thankfully, there are those like Tom Goodrich who do have what it takes for the long haul. Ultimately, it is the “long haul” that delivers the details of history from which comes what we know as truth. Without our history, without our truth, we are nothing as a people. That’s why our enemy is so determined to hide or distort our history; it is also why people like Tom Goodrich are so determined to retrieve our history. Discovering the truth of our history, even after decades of propaganda and lies, is what will ultimately set us free. These two books—Summer, 1945 and Hellstorm–have gone a very long way toward setting us free. And this is what makes Thomas Goodrich’s writing style so special. Almost in spite of ourselves, we sense the truth in his words. We, the readers, are drawn into a Goodrich book before we hardly know it. Truth is like that, like a strong magnet. A day or two later, when one emerges from the book—one “emerges” from a Tom Goodrich book, they never “finish” something that stays with them forever—they feel like they are different people; they have been to places that they never knew existed; they have gone to worlds that they were not supposed to go; they have gained knowledge and understanding that they were never meant to gain. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is an uncanny writing ability. We call it genius.

Summer, 1945—Germany, Japan and the Harvest of Hate has already taken its place with Hellstorm as one of the all-time most memorable and important books ever written, not just on World War Two, but on history in general. If that sounds biased, that’s because it is. We White Nationalists are extremely fortunate to have one of the world’s finest and most dedicated historians fighting on our side. People like Thomas Goodrich are why we are winning and why our victory is just a matter of time.

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I would like to announce the release of my latest, and probably my last, book,  Summer, 1945–Germany, Japan and the Harvest of Hate.  As some of you already know, Summer, 1945  is the follow-up to my previous book, Hellstorm–The Death of Nazi Germany, 1944-1947.  This new book (right ) is the culmination of over three years of research and writing.  It is also a project that had to overcome hurricanes, divorces and several major moves and setbacks in my life.  With all that said I am pleased to announce that those who have read the initial draft of Summer, 1945, believe the book’s impact equals that of Hellstorm; I am even more pleased to state that some who have read the rough draft feel the book’s impact greatly surpasses that of Hellstorm.  An author is, of course, the last person on earth to determine whether his book is greater or less than his last; that little detail is left up entirely to you, the reader.

As was the case with Hellstorm, there was no pleasure in writing this book.  Quite the opposite.  Similarly, other than the satisfaction of finishing what was started, there is no thrill in the actual  release of this book.  Anyone who has heard of Hellstorm or anyone who has actually read it can well understand what someone goes through when writing such a book.  Why then did I write it?  Because no one else had.  It’s that simple.  Despite being perhaps the most pivotal moment of the modern era, despite books devoted to virtually every other aspect of World War Two, over the past seventy years none has seen fit to devote a book to these critical four months of world history–the summer of 1945.  In those crucial four months—months of so-called “peace” for Germany, months of absolute hell for Japan—the worst crimes known to man, the worst crimes committed by man, the worst crimes committed against man, all occurred and all were committed, then hidden, under a virtual shroud of silence, secrecy and darkness.

Also, it must be mentioned that just as with all of my previous books, Summer, 1945  assumes a graphic, no-nonsense, “you-are-there” approach.   Throughout, this book seeks a first-person, up-close and personal style that places you the reader in the very midst of the narrative itself.  Only in this way—for better, for worse—can a reader truly grasp the full range of emotions being described and understand just what the participants are actually experiencing.  I personally believe this method is the only way a reader can truly come to grips with the reality of history.

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About Summer, 1945. . . .

This book is about crime and the evil things evil men do. This book is about words and hate and the powerful price of propaganda.  This book is about the savage, no-quarter war waged against Japan during the summer of 1945 and it is about the equally savage no-quarter “peace” waged against Germany during that same summer, 1945.  There is no attempt herein to recite the numerous atrocities attributed to the Germans and Japanese by the victorious powers.  Certainly, some of these crimes were true; equally certain, many of these crimes were not.  Such is winning and losing.  Such is war.

To most modern readers, the “unique” guilt attributed to the Axis powers in starting World War II as well as their supposed barbaric behavior in prosecuting it are too well known to repeat.  For those who wish to learn more of the victor’s version of the war, a simple trip to the book store or library, or the viewing of virtually any feature-length movie or documentary film will offer up the Allied account of the war.  This book is, instead, devoted to the inhuman treatment and savage atrocities directed at the losers of the war by the winners, both during and after that war.  This book is about the evil things evil men do.

(left, Somewhere in the South Pacific)

Just as my previous book on Allied war crimes during and after World War II in Europe—Hellstorm: The Death of Nazi Germany, 1944-1947—illustrated how deadly propaganda can be, especially when the intended target audience for such propaganda are eighteen-year-olds with weapons in their hands, so too does this book attempt to illustrate how vicious words fired by experts are far more deadly than bombs and bullets for, unlike bombs and bullets which kill only once, words kill again and again and again.  Simply, Japanese and German propaganda never came close to matching Allied propaganda in pure hate; Japanese and German propaganda never had the dripping venom and murderous malice that American and British propaganda had then, and, for the most part, still has now.

While the victors, to this day, vilify and condemn the Germans and Japanese for their treatment of American POWs, never mentioned is that at least the Germans and Japanese were taking prisoners.  Few, very few, German and Japanese soldiers survived actual combat to reach an American POW camp.  While the victors, to this day, assail again and again the Germans for crimes against Jews or attack the Japanese for crimes against the Chinese, seldom does one hear about the crimes against the Germans or the crimes against the Japanese, of the deliberate firebombing of millions of German and Japanese women and children, of the wholesale rape of countless women and children, of the utter and abject subservience that both nations even today still find themselves locked in.

( left, The “Good War” . . . The “Good Peace” )

Finally, it is the most fervent hope of the author that after finishing Hellstorm and this, its companion study, Summer, 1945, that the reader will not simply set the volumes down and return to a life of indifference and apathy.  It is the author’s greatest wish that each reader will instead work with others to ensure that never again—not in our name, not in our time, not in our world—will we ever allow such evil propaganda such as was used in World War II to ever repeat itself; that no matter who it may next be directed at, be it Germans, Japanese, Iranians, North Koreans, or Israelis, we will not ever again allow such vicious, sadistic, and evil words to be used to either create a war or create a “peace” such as was foisted on Germany and Japan.  As the past has proven, such reckless, murderous words reap reckless, murderous harvests of innocent and guilty alike.  Unless we all work to throttle evil men and their evil words and evil deeds, then soon, very soon, that evil will almost certainly be directed at us and those we love.

Tom Goodrich
Sarasota, Florida

Look for the long-awaited book—Summer, 1945—on sale next week, here and elsewhere.   This book is history as it should and shall be written, now and forever—faithfully, honestly, accurately, and with total disregard for the chains of political correctness.  Just as strength breeds courage, so too does truth breed honesty.  Just as Hellstorm continues to encourage truth around the globe, so too will Summer, 1945.  Those of you who, by your wonderful, selfless donations, asked for special signed copies of the book, you will get your copies in ten or so days after publication.  I know that may seem like a long time but that is the reality of international postal service.  Please be patient.  Thanks, Tom.

Greetings to my donors, friends and well-wishers. Once again I must apologize for my neglect of this website. Much of that neglect has had to do with personal and unavoidable issues in my life—some good, some bad, some simply neutral. Most of the neglect, however, has had to do with working day-in, day-out on my next book, Summer, 1945—Germany, Japan and the Harvest of Hate. I am happy to announce that the days, weeks, months, and years of effort are paying off and the book is quickly nearing completion. My hope, my goal, is to see the book published and available no later than March 1. Given the current circumstances, that date may be a bit optimistic but I think I can safely guarantee that the book will be out no later than April, 2018.

Although there is still some intense writing, re-writing and research yet to be done, and although there are still some physical issues with the book yet to be resolved, my sense is that when once finished Summer, 1945 will deliver the same power and carry the same impact as my previous book, Hellstorm—The Death of Nazi Germany, 1944-1945. And for those of you who have had the courage to begin that latter book, and for those of you who have had the grit and guts to actually finish it, I don’t think I need to add anything more about Summer, 1945.

And so, to those of you who like your history honest, accurate and politically-incorrect, I again ask that you give what you can. Your generous financial help will insure that I continue with this very important project to its final conclusion.

1. To those of you who donate $50 or more, I will, upon publication, send a signed copy of the book, Summer, 1945.
2. Additionally, to those of you who give, or who have already given, $100 or more, i will also, upon publication, send you another book that should be published later in 2018.
3. Also, in the event a film is made based on Summer, 1945—and that seems more than likely at this point—I will also see that all of you receive the DVD.

Please send your financial help to my Pay Pal account at:
mtgoodrich@aol.com

(Please note above that your financial help should be sent, until further notice, only  via my Pay Pal account. My old Florida address no longer exists.  Also, when sending donations, please send under “friends and family”–that is not only true, but it greatly reduces the fee charged by Pay Pal)

Friends, one final time I will ask those of you who can help me finish the follow-up book to Hellstorm to please do so.  I hope to see this book published somewhere around January/February, 2018. The working title for this new book is Summer, 1945: Germany, Japan and the Harvest of Hate.  I don’t think I need to add—especially for those of you who have read Hellstorm—that this book will be a ground-breaking, gut-wrenching account. Much of the material in Summer, 1945 will be new to even the more serious students of the period.  Given the terrible crimes committed against both nations during that fateful last summer of war for Japan, and that fateful first summer of “peace” for Germany, I firmly believe that this book will have an even greater impact on the world than Hellstorm had. And that is saying much.

Many of the comments I received from those who had finished Hellstorm mentioned that the book not only changed the way they viewed WWII, but it changed the way they viewed the world; that the book was “life-altering”; that there was the reader before the book, and there was now the reader after the book. This, I predict, will be the same reaction of those who read Summer, 1945. As before, the book will be graphic, to the point, and will pull absolutely no punches.  For the first time in over 70 years, most of these dark secrets, long-hidden from the world, will finally be available.  What was done to Germany and Japan by the Allied forces during and after the war were crimes so vast and enormous that one is quite literally staggered by the shameless evil.

And so, to those of you who like your history honest, accurate and politically incorrect, I ask that you give what you can.

1. To those of you who donate $50 or more, I will, upon publication, send a signed copy of the book, Summer, 1945.
2. Additionally, to those of you who have already given $100 or more, i will also, upon publication, send you another signed book that should be published later in 2018.
3. Also, in the event a film is made based on Summer, 1945–and that seems more than likely—I will also see that all of you receive the DVD.

For those of you who can contribute via paypal, my ID is:

mtgoodrich@aol.com

On behalf of truthful history…….thanks to everyone!

(above: Victims of American “Liberation”)

I am happy to announce the publication of a book that has been on my shelf for the past two years.   Rage & Revenge is a terrifying, up-close and personal look at what war and its aftermath are really like. For too long, the true nature of combat and the “peace” that follows has been concealed from the general public. Most who have never witnessed war naively assume that there are rules and laws governing such contests. As the reader of Rage & Revenge will quickly discover, nothing could be further from the truth. The fact is, all war is wild, chaotic, brutal, and primitive. War is also the refuge where some of the most sick and sadistic among us may live out their darkest fantasies. In a fast-paced, no-nonsense writing style, Rage & Revenge offers the reader a riveting glimpse at the true face of war in all its ugly reality . . . . and in all its ugly fascination. In time for Christmas, this book will make a great stocking stuffer for those politically-incorrect history lovers in your life.  Ask about the special discount for five copies or more!

from the book. . . .

“What kind of war do civilians suppose we fought anyway?  We shot prisoners, wiped out hospitals, strafed lifeboats, killed or mistreated enemy civilians, finished off the enemy wounded, tossed the dying into a hole with the dead, and in the Pacific we boiled flesh off enemy skulls to make table ornaments for sweethearts, or carved their bones into letter openers. . . . [We] mutilated the bodies of enemy dead, cutting off their ears and kicking out their gold teeth for souvenirs, and buried them with their testicles in their mouths. . . . ”  

                    ——–  Edgar Jones, WWII vet of Europe and the Pacific

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Friends, one final time I will ask those of you who can help me finish the follow-up book to Hellstorm to please do so.  I hope to see this book published somewhere around January, 2018. The working title for this new book is Summer, 1945: Germany, Japan and the Harvest of Hate.  I don’t think I need to add—especially for those of you who have read Hellstorm—that this book will be a ground-breaking, gut-wrenching account. Much of the material in Summer, 1945 will be new to even the more serious students of the period.  Given the terrible crimes committed against both nations during that fateful last summer of war for Japan, and that fateful first summer of “peace” for Germany, I firmly believe that this book will have an even greater impact on the world than Hellstorm had. And that is saying much.

Many of the comments I received from those who had finished Hellstorm mentioned that the book not only changed the way they viewed WWII, but it changed the way they viewed the world; that the book was “life-altering”; that there was the reader before the book, and there was now the reader after the book. This, I predict, will be the same reaction of those who read Summer, 1945. As before, the book will be graphic, to the point, and will pull absolutely no punches.  For the first time in over 70 years, most of these dark secrets, long-hidden from the world, will finally be available.  What was done to Germany and Japan by the Allied forces during and after the war were crimes so vast and enormous that one is quite literally staggered by the shameless evil.

And so, to those of you who like your history honest, accurate and politically incorrect, I ask that you give what you can.

1. To those of you who donate $50 or more, I will, upon publication, send a signed copy of the book, Summer, 1945.
2. Additionally, to those of you who have already given $100 or more, i will also, upon publication, send you another signed book that should be published later in 2018.
3. Also, in the event a film is made based on Summer, 1945–and that seems more than likely—I will also see that all of you receive the DVD.

For those of you who can contribute via paypal, my ID is:

mtgoodrich@aol.com

On behalf of truthful history…….thanks to everyone!

Tom

(Photos above, German & Japanese victims of “Liberation” )

Liebe deutsche Freunde, ein letztes Mal wende ich mich an jene unter euch, die mir während der Abschlussarbeiten an meinem aktuellen Buchprojekt – das sich thematisch nahtlos an “Höllensturm” anschließt – finanziell unter die Arme greifen möchten (jegliche Hilfe wird dankbar entgegengenommen), damit ich meine Wohnung nicht aufgeben muss.

Dieses Buch wird so hoffe ich, im Januar 2018 erscheinen, sein angedachter Titel ist “Summer, 1945: Germany, Japan and the Harvest of Hate” (“Sommer 1945: Deutschland, Japan und die Ernte des Hasses”). Ich muss wohl nicht hinzufügen – vor allem für jene, die “Höllensturm” (bzw. den auf dessen Basis gedrehten Film, den man sich auf Youtube anschauen kann) kennen, dass mit diesem zutiefst aufwühlenden Buch ein weiteres Mal in der Geschichtsschreibung Neuland betreten wird.

Weite Teile des in “Sommer 1945” behandelten Stoffes werden sogar für jene neu sein, die sich mit der Geschichte dieses schicksalsträchtigen Jahres schon näher auseinandergesetzt haben. Angesichts der entsetzlichen während dieses verhängnisvollen letzten Kriegssommers in Japan und des schicksalhaften ersten “Friedens”sommers in Deutschland an beiden Nationen begangenen Verbrechen bin ich der festen Überzeugung, dass dieses Buch sogar noch höhere Wellen schlagen wird als “Höllensturm”. Und das will etwas heißen.

In zahlreichen Leserkommentaren zu “Höllensturm” war davon die Rede, dass das Buch nicht nur die Sicht der Leser auf den 2. Weltkrieg, sondern ihr gesamtes Weltbild verwandelt hätte; das Buch hätte “ihr Leben verändert”. Es gab den Leser vor dem Buch – und den danach.

Genau die gleiche Reaktion prophezeie ich auch für “Sommer 1945”. Wie sein Vorgänger ist auch dieses Buch sehr explizit und nennt die Dinge schonungslos beim Namen. Das Gros dieser dunklen und solange der Welt verheimlichten Geheimnisse wird zum allerersten Mal in über 70 Jahren dem Licht der Öffentlichkeit ausgesetzt.

Was Deutschland und Japan von den Alliierten während und nach dem Krieg angetan wurde, waren bösartigste Verbrechen solch ungeheuerlichen Ausmaßes, dass deren Schamlosigkeit und reuelose “Akzeptanz” bis zum heutigen Tag mir buchstäblich den Atem raubt.

All jene unter euch, die gerne ehrliche, tatsachenbasierte und (damit) politisch inkorrekte Geschichtsschreibung möchten, bitte ich deshalb herzlich, mir im Rahmen ihrer Möglichkeiten mit einer Spende bei der Bewältigung meiner lebensnotwendigen Ausgaben (v. a. Mietzahlungen und andere Grundbedürfnisse) zu helfen. Die von mir unternommenen aufwändigen Recherchen in unsere Geschichte, wie sie sich wirklich zutrug, werden von keiner Universität oder anderen Institution unterstützt.

Wer von euch $50 oder mehr spendet, erhält ein signiertes Exemplar von “Summer, 1945” oder (auf Wunsch) der deutschen Übersetzung von Hellstorm bzw. “Sommer 1945”, wenn diese vorliegt.

Wer per Paypal spenden kann, kann dies an folgende Adresse tun:

mtgoodrich@aol.com

Im Namen ehrlicher, wahrheitsgemäßer Geschichtsschreibung – danke an alle!

Tom

(Oben: Ein gefangener japanischer Soldat wird von US-Streitkräften “verhört”, bevor man ihn ermordet.
Mitte rechts: Angehörige der selbsternannten “Greatest Generation” [“Großartigsten Generation” {gemeint: der USA}] feiern ihren sogenannten “Good War” [Guten Krieg], indem sie auf ermordeten deutschen Kriegsgefangenen ihre Notdurft verrichten. )

PS: Deutschlands Bibliotheken scheinen mein Buch “Höllensturm” zu boykottieren, während meine anderen Werke (zur amerikanischen Geschichte des 19. Jahrhunderts, offensichtlich weniger politisch inkorrekt) von ihnen geführt werden.

by Taylor McClain

As a member of the Alternative Right movement, I support the NFL athletes who have linked arms and taken a knee for…what was it again? Police brutality? An unfair judicial system? An insufficient number of black players in the NFL?

Does it matter?

All of us in the Alt-Right should support the NFL players free speech displays. Here is why.

Originally, for Colin Kaepernick, taking a knee was to show disdain for the men and women in blue—pigs as he had them depicted with expensive embroidery on his socks, which the San Francisco 49ers paid for, which they provided to Kaepernick because of the 49ers fans who showered Jed York, the 49ers owner, with enough largess that the team total salaries was $127 million. Kaepernick himself accounted for $16 million of that total.

But now, the protests have taken on a bigger and murkier posturing—something about “justice” or “injustice.” I guess that’s “justice for all” or “injustice for fewer.” Kaepernick should know something about injustice—just look at what he has endured all his life in the most racist country on earth.

He was the unwanted progeny of a nineteen-year-old white mother and some random black sperm donor. The sperm recipient did the “right” thing, however, and instead of him being tossed into a red plastic trash bag and discarded in a dumpster in Fond du Lac, Wisconsin, Kaepernick was adopted by a white married couple who provided him with nurturing, good food, and playtime activities, all of which led to his enrolling at the University of Nevada (the only college that offered him a football scholarship), which led to him signing a multi-million dollar contract with the 49ers.

He was a second string QB for the 49ers, until a concussion sidelined the starter, and Colin got the starting job in 2012. He took the team to the Super Bowl that year (they lost) but then missed the playoffs three consecutive seasons. Despite his mediocre record, in 2014 the 49ers gave him a seven-year contract worth a record $126 million. But by the end of the 2016 season and a bottom finishing 2 wins, 14 losses, the 49ers decided to fire him.

Oddly, Colin never demonstrated any political awareness or social consciousness until he opted out of his 49ers contract to become a free agent. So, Colin, free at last, thank God almighty, free at last, was free to show the world the piggishness of cops—by not standing for the playing of the National Anthem, and wearing socks with little piggy’s heads on them.

Oh, the bravery of that poor man!

The fans were, however, as racist as ever and voiced their collective displeasure by—ignoring him. That is, until the Donald took notice of Colin’s protests and said he should be fired, which he already was, but not for racist reasons.

Since the Donald is well known for being a racist, the media took notice and began collectively tooting their leftist horn that the Donald was picking on the poor black kid who was only exercising his free speech right. And, besides, everyone knows that the cops are shooting down unarmed black kids like they were those little white duck’s on the treadmill at a shooting gallery.

The Alt-Right got over their love affair with the Donald since the time, shortly after taking office, that he solicited foreign policy advice from his daughter (“look at those poor dead babies!”) and dropped a bunker buster on Syria. But one has to admit that he has served a purpose that no one else who might have occupied the oval offices could ever do. His constant tweets drive the culture Marxists and SJWs insane! It reminds me of the movie Caddyshack where the groundhog pops his head up from his hole to survey the golfers so that he can continue to wreak havoc. Only in the non-movie, it is the Donald who wreaks havoc. The liberal loonies just can’t resist his dog whistle and they reveal themselves by coming up from under their rock to attack him.

And that is how we get to know who they are—they just can’t help themselves, salivating and eyeballs popping, they put themselves on display to all the world. Whether it’s Kathy Griffin’s career ending head-holding stunt, or Meryl Streep’s holier-than-thou, looking-down-her-nose through her pince-nez eyeglasses at the ordinaries, their behavior is on display for all of us to marvel at.

So it is with the NFL, when the players, black and white, and the owners and coaches, link arms in a display of solidarity, kneeling for—what was it again?—oh yeah, justice, during the playing of the National Anthem, in a stadium paid for by the taxpayers and fans who just want to watch a damn football game and not be confronted one more time about how racist they are.

More than any peaceful march, or a protest against statue removal, or a nighttime tiki-torch parade, or running from SJWs spraying us with Bear Mace or improvised flamethrowers, it is the NFL players taking a knee that has caused the scales to fall from the eyes of the Joe Six-Packs and Sally Soccer-Moms of this country.

They sit in front of their flat screen TVs beaming the $200 dollar a month satellite dish sports package that they can only afford because they both work at jobs they probably hate, and watch with amazement, that someone making $10 million a year for throwing a ball around for an hour a week, wants to lecture them about the unfairness of life and scold them about their “white privilege.”

It is these people that the Alt-Right leadership could most likely never reach, never convince that we are not racist, not white “supremacist,” and that we really do have their best interest in our hearts and minds.

But the NFL has done our job for us.

And that is just the average fan sitting in front of their TV watching prima donna, pampered, over-paid, steroid-bloated, Peter Pans displaying their addle-brained whining over a matter that most of them have never experienced—a hard-knock life.

And as for the fan who wants to attend a game in person, perhaps with his child, or the whole family, what has that fan contributed to the Bread and Circus spectacle of these modern day gladiators?

The average ticket price—one ticket—is over $100; a hotdog $5; a beer $9; a soda $5, parking $45. This year CNBC calculated the average costs for two people to attend a NFL game and it was almost $300. If a family of four people wants to see a game live, then they should expect to cough up $1,200—for one game!

But that’s only the direct costs of a fan going to a game. The fact is that owning an NFL team is better than owning a diamond mine in South Africa. Last year the NFL owners raked in $14 billion in revenue, but the best part is that the taxpayers subsidized the owners by waiving their property taxes, deferring income taxes, etc. to the tune of over $3 billion since the year 2000. And the taxpayer’s largess is based on spurious claims by the NFL that building a new stadium or bringing a team to a community will reap enormous rewards in terms of jobs, sales tax revenue, etc. But the latest research shows that most cities and counties gain no benefit from having an NFL franchise—none.

So when Kaepernick or Jerry Jones, or any player or owner takes a knee on Sunday afternoon, the Joe Six-Packs and Sally Soccer-Moms should see it for what it really signals—a kick to their groin.