THE PEOPLE WHO STOLE THE RAINBOW

The one thing more than all others that I hate about the Left (and some National Socialists for that matter) is their total politicisation of all aspects of life. Marriage becomes politics; raising children becomes politics; religion or the lack thereof becomes politics; the human body becomes the body politic; and that most intimate moment between two people - sex itself - becomes politics. It thus gave me great pleasure to read of the death of one of the chief architects of the pink revolution, Gilbert Baker.

 

 

Baker was what has come to be termed an LGBTJQ+ activist. I hope I didn't miss any letters out there, as they reshuffle them every so often. As regards the JQ, Baker had been good friends with Harvey Milk and Dianne Feinstein, two prominent Jewish Democrat politicians determined on making San Fransisco a stronghold in the 1970s. The former, Milk, of course, was a prominent and promiscuous homosexual, who saw the potential of using fellow homosexuals as a voting bloc to increase his personal political power. He inflamed tensions between homosexuals and heterosexuals by threatening to overhaul societal norms that must be heterosexual for the continuance of that society. People felt threatened and Milk was shot dead by fellow politician Dan White. Upon his release, after five years' imprisonment and after a further year of parole in Los Angeles, away from the vengeful Jewish and homosexual cliques in San Fransisco, White wished to rejoin his family. Dianne Feinstein found out and revealed his plans to the Frisco homosexual community, more or less placing a bounty on his head. White was found dead less than a year later, apparently having "committed suicide". Make of that what you will.

 

 

 

In order to pit homosexuals against heterosexuals, Milk put pressure on homosexuals to "come out of the closet". Those who did not do so were "outed" by Milk and his supporters. This was deliberately done to make the position of being a conservative homosexual untenable. Homosexuals who kept their sexuality private were publicly mentally tortured by Milk and his associates. One famous example was Oliver Sipple, a Vietnam veteran who had prevented Gerald Ford's assassination, whose outing by Milk in part caused his mental decline. A later example of outing, long after Milk's death, was Kirby Dick's 2009 film Outrage, which targetted Republican politicians who did not give in to queer lobby groups' pressure to allow homosexual marriage and adoption, and who were "outed" as queer even if they were in fact heterosexual.

 

The Sipple case is interesting though, as the assassination he prevented was by Jewish Leftist activist Sara Jane Moore (née Kahn). Harvey Milk, when asked about the ethics of outing Sipple, said:

 

"It's too good an opportunity. For once we can show that gays do heroic things, not just all that caca about molesting children and hanging out in bathrooms."

 

He then outed Sipple to journalist and fellow Jew Herb Caen of the San Fransisco Chronicle. The quotation by Milk is interesting, however, as his words are revealing: the use of "not just". It is a slip that exposes that the Leftist homosexual lifestyle is at least in part about molesting children and hanging out in bathrooms. After all, his ideological predecessor and founder member of NAMbLA Allen Ginsberg extolled the "wonders" of doing just that in his poetry:

 

....who distributed Supercommunist pamphlets in Union Square weeping and undressing while the sirens of Los Alamos wailed them down, and wailed down Wall, and the Staten Island ferry also wailed,

who broke down crying in white gymnasiums naked and trembling before the machinery of other skeletons,

who bit detectives in the neck and shrieked with delight in policecars for committing no crime but their own wild cooking pederasty and intoxication,

who howled on their knees in the subway and were dragged off the roof waving genitals and manuscripts,

who let themselves be fucked in the ass by saintly motorcyclists, and screamed with joy,

who blew and were blown by those human seraphim, the sailors, caresses of Atlantic and Caribbean love....

from Howl

 

Sipple took part in the parades and went to the bars and was part of the general scene in San Fransisco, so he cannot be regarded as in any way conservative and he himself went on left-wing demonstrations. Yet in some ways, he was a very private man and had not even told his parents about his sexuality. He attempted to sue various newspapers that had carried the story for invasion of privacy, but failed, as the American legal system always favoured big business over the man in the street. 

 

Sipple serves as yet another example of how the Left devours its own, and there seems ever to be a preponderance for the Semitic elements of the Left to be the ones doing the devouring. Curiously, Harvey Milk worked on Barry Goldwater's 1964 presidential campaign - curiously because Goldwater was a purportedly conservative Republican, but he was also a fellow Jew. For the campaign, Milk recruited fellow homosexuals - and combined business with pleasure. Sipple died at the early age of 47 of pneumonia, a common affliction among licentious homosexuals. San Fransisco has been an epicentre for HIV and AIDS since becoming the capital of homosexual America. It is interesting that the cause of Gilbert Baker's death is being shrouded in secrecy. This is the rotten festering reality behind the flamboyance, carnivals and, of course, the rainbow flag.

 

Gilbert Baker himself will be remembered by the masses as the man who created the "gay pride" rainbow flag - at least for now. More enlightened people will see him as the man who stole the rainbow and sullied it. His kind - the flaming Leftist queers - invariably dirty everything they touch. This beautiful creation of Nature in which the elements are uniquely brought together to create a sign of the Great Divine has been used as a blanket to cover the Left's twisted anti-Nature and base politics for over forty years. Baker wished to take this sign and transform it into a signifier for sexual deviance, so that when people see a real actual rainbow, they will think of that which is signified by the "pride" flag, creating a cognitive dissonance in the tension between the beautiful and the repulsive, between the Natural and unnatural. And so, when we remember the rainbow, let us think of the Glory of Nature, the Bridge of Heimdall and perhaps this heteronormative poem by the Romantic poet Charles Lamb:

After the tempest in the sky
How sweet yon rainbow to the eye!
Come, my Matilda, now while some
Few drops of rain are yet to come,
In this honeysuckle bower
Safely sheltered from the shower,
We may count the colours o'er.-
Seven there are, there are no more;
Each in each so finely blended,
Where they begin, or where are ended,
The finest eye can scarcely see.
A fixed thing it seems to be;
But, while we speak, see how it glides
Away, and now observe it hides
Half of its perfect arch-now we
Scarce any part of it can see.
What is colour? If I were
A natural philosopher,
I would tell you what does make
This meteor every colour take:
But an unlearned eye may view
Nature's rare sights, and love them too.
Whenever I a rainbow see,
Each precious tint is dear to me;
For every colour find I there,
Which flowers, which fields, which ladies wear:
My favourite green, the grass's hue,
And the fine deep violet-blue,
And the pretty pale blue-bell,
And the rose I love so well,
All the wondrous variations
Of the tulips, pinks, carnations,
This woodbine here both flower and leaf.
'Tis a truth that's past belief,
That every flower and every tree,
And every living thing we see,
Every face which we espy,
Every cheek and every eye,
In all their tints, in every shade,
Are from the rainbow's colours made.