…or, you can sing along. 

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Right here! Buy several copies!

 

And press release here!

SFH are:

STEVE DECEIVE

The pride of Peterborough and Ottawa, if Peterborough and Ottawa had anything to be proud about. The love child of Fred Flintstone and Joan Jett. Cultured ruffian. Sex without the sex. Rhythm method guitar.

BJORN VON FLAPJACK III

Not his real name. Real name: unknown. Sick Dick, Handsome Amanda. Beats skins. Goes on binges. Will eat anything on a dare.

WINKIE 

Four strings. Brays and screeches. Hot Nasty, Social Blemish. Hates everyone, pretty much. Permanently 15.

SNIPE

Praying mantis disguised as human. Milo in a cardigan. Drinks like a fish, if fish were all chronic boozers. Will play lead licks for spare change. All women want to mother him.  

SFH Kinda Suck is being released across North America and Europe by Ugly Pop (UA064).  A Fall tour is being planned, as long as the band’s parole officers provide consent in advance.

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FOR INFO:

www.shitfromhell.com

https://officialsfh.bandcamp.com

https://soundcloud.com/shitfromhell

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Alan Cross takes note! Check it out!

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Film at eleven, literally. 

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My friend Brian Lilley, who has been with the Rebel since the start, says he can’t take it anymore – here.

I am told (not by Brian) that the final straw was that lunatic Faith Goldy, in Charlottesville, promoting the words of Richard Spencer – who, you know, is one of the leaders of the American neo-Nazi movement.  Or going on about how the Nazis have “well thought-out ideas” about the “Jewish question,” here.

Brian may be a conservative, but he simply got fed up with the racism and the anti-Semitism that had become a huge part of the Rebel’s offering. 

Kudos to you, Brian. 

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Now in HuffPo.

 

 

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Here:

U of T insists it isn’t happening. I hope, for U of T’s sake, that is true.  Because not a few of us were going to be on hand to peacefully (but loudly) oppose it.  Worth keeping an eye on.

In the meantime, I’ve been on AM640, 1310 News about the rise of the far Right in Charlottesville and beyond – and I’ll be on CFRA, Sirius XM and CBC TV News later tonight.  (All consider the publication of X: Recipe for Hate to be timely.  I wish that wasn’t so, but I think they’re right.)

The Beast is awake.  We live in dangerous times.

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Hell just got a little more crowded. 

Some might consider that inappropriate – about the dead, nothing but good should be said, per the Yiddish proverb – but, when the deceased in question is Ernst Zundel, a distinction needs to be made. Because, when the list of monsters is drawn up one day, Zundel will have achieved true distinction. In Canada, in this era, his evil and malevolence were almost without equal.

 Ernst Christof Friedrich Zündel was born in Germany in April 1939, and died in Germany in August 2017. As far as we are aware, no one demanded photographic proof of his passing, or forensic evidence of the heart attack that killed him. But they would be entitled to do so.

 Zundel, you see, made his name – made a fortune – denying the murders of millions. He achieved worldwide infamy by peddling foul, criminal conspiracy theories about the Holocaust. That was what he sought to do, day after day after interminable day: deny one of the greatest mass-murders in the history of humankind. To whitewash the sins of Hitler, and the other architects of the Holocaust.

 He studied graphic art in Germany, then scurried to Canada when he was 19 – tellingly, to avoid conscription by the German army. In Montreal, he laboured in obscurity, acquiring some skills as a retoucher of photographs. Even then, the porcine little man excelled at erasing reality.

 Early on, his megalomania and self-delusion were manifesting themselves. In 1968, he actually ran for the Liberal Party leadership – the one that was won by the father of our present Prime Minister. He was against “anti-German” attitudes, he told the few reporters who bothered to listen. Zundel then drifted down the highway to Toronto in 1969, where he started up another undersized commercial art studio.

 Like all winged insects, he achieved a taste for the limelight. He got involved with something called Concerned Parents of German Descent, and bleated and brayed about how the media were being mean to Germans. As such, he issued press releases denouncing the acclaimed NBC TV miniseries, Holocaust. He started to get noticed, but for all of the wrong reasons.

 Like all cowards, too, Ernst Zundel was leading a double life. One enterprising journalist, Mark Bonokoski, discovered that Zundel was publishing anti-Semitic screeds under the pseudonym Christoph Friedrich. One his pamphlets was The Hitler We Loved And Why.

 At that point, others might have withdrawn from public view, or expressed regret, or chosen a different path. Not Ernst Christoph Friedrich Zundel. Not him. Zundel commenced his downward descent into the ooze and the muck of organized hatred. Now unmasked, Zundel became Canada’s top purveyor of lies.

 Out of his fortified home at 206 Carlton Street in East end Toronto, Ernst Zundel created Samisdat (meaning, to self-publish). He went on to publish more of his paean to Hitler, as well as Did Six Million Really Die?, and other such filth. In a way, he became “a run-of-the-mill neo-Nazi and Holocaust denier,” Deborah E. Lipstadt, a professor of Holocaust studies at Emory University in Atlanta, told the New York Times.

 But that understates Zundel’s significance. In his prime, Ernst Zundel was the most prodigious publisher of Holocaust denial and anti-Semitism on the planet. In his various run-ins with the law, he was permitted – appallingly – to put the Holocaust on trial. And, along the way, too many gullible reporters – and far too many politicians – regarded him as a “free speech” advocate, or a harmless crank. Ignore him, they said, and he’ll go away.

 He wouldn’t. He didn’t.

 For a while, Canada rid itself of the foul stench that was Ernst Zundel. He slunk out of the country, and relocated to Tennessee, where he married Ingrid Rimland – another Holocaust denier. In 2003, Zundel was arrested for overstaying his visa and deported back to Canada. Two long years later, the Liberal government deported him, too – back to Germany, the place he had fled to avoid military service, almost sixty years before.

 His indecent legacy remains. Even now, a group of neo-Nazi Zundel fanatics are publishing a Holocaust-denying leaflet in Toronto’s East end, just like Zundel did. Their publication is called Your Ward News. As with Zundel, gullible reporters – and far too many politicians – are calling the new haters “free speech” advocates, or harmless cranks. Ignore them, they’re saying, and they’ll go away.

 They don’t. They won’t. 

 Their hero may be gone, but their enthusiasm for Holocaust denial and anti-Semitism is not. The hatred may subside, some years, but it never fully goes away. 

So: we must never forget. We must never falter. We must never stop fighting the purveyors of hate and lies. 

Because Ernst Zundel, from his distant perch in Hell, fears that, most of all. 
 

 

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