The 14 Words

Tuesday, 13 May 2014

No time for silence

When human hearts break and human souls despair, then from the twilight of the past the great conquerors of distress and care, of disgrace and misery, of spiritual slavery and physical compulsion, look down on them and hold out their eternal hands to the despairing mortals! Woe to the people that is ashamed to grasp them!

When Providence has seen fit to send a great conqueror of distress to a great nation in distress, and when the forces of darkness seek with all their power to defame him, and persecute all who follow his guidance, and to suppress all who desire relief from despair, when darkness descends upon all, then it is no time for silence!

The emergence of Babylon.

Adolf Hitler risked his life daily throughout the years of the first world war as a front line combat infantryman.

After the war, he had to witness his beloved Deutschland turned into a new Babylon, brought about by the lesser cousins of those responsible for initiating that war in 1914. Adolf Hitler was not about to allow this rape of the nation he loved without putting up a fight. He knew that in these darkest hours, it was no time for silence!

Providence sent a man to speak to the Folk. To call upon their strengths and to proclaim People to Arms! It is No Time For Silence!

One Man who believed in his Deutsche Volk and would not stand down when it was No Time For Silence !


  1. I'm speechless. Seriously, we need total solidarity, and we ain't going to get it. Our people are sadly brainwashed, thus, useless to us. It's now about 'skill sets', and all that they mean.


  2. John Hardon--This photo brings back many of my 'priceless' humble Council Estate family memories. And we were the better off riff-raff, as my parents' insatiable demand for booze and fags was never rationed by inadequate, their selfishly spent, income. I grew up on Stage One, in the 1947 'tin' houses built just after the war, on the edge of a later constructed mega posh Brick Council Estate. Many of my childhood neighbours' families were bombed out: 'rickety, stunted criminally aristocratic' ex dockland slum dwellers; as a kid the Brick House snob parents who regularly paid the rent, told their kids not to play with us; as we were classified as smelly and socially undesirable. (They preferred to use a rather more vulgar terminology) Well to be honest--this was a fair comment. Nevertheless, many of us 'hoi polloi' did rather well, later on in life. Oh--Happy Days!