Well, if Kyle's going to write a book, I'm going to write an Amazon review for it. It's here. Please consider voting to make it the "Most Popular Favorable Review."
Tracking the Norwegians of Ancient Israel,
November 30, 2010This review is from: White Apocalypse (Paperback)Saul Anuzis, a candidate to replace Michael Steele as the Chaiman of the Republican National Committee, once said of the author of this book, "he's exactly the type of young kid we want out there." As someone who's followed Kyle Bristow's career since he was a Young Americans for Freedom leader, I have to agree. The kid has guts. He demonstrated that when he invited Nick Griffin, leader of the Britisch Vaterländisch Partei (BNP) to speak at his college. I thought he was through after that, but like a phoenix strung up on a twisted cross, he has risen again.
This is the book that will make Kyle Bristol as famous and as revered as Dr. William Pierce, author of the Turner Diaries. I have no doubt about it. It has an irresistible appeal to those of us who proudly suck each breath from between our teeth. We want to believe Mr. Bristow's thesis that Norwegians are the only true Americans, and that we were here first, long before the Indians. Indeed, we want to shout the words Mr. Bristow proudly posts at the top of his blog: "I am the vanguard of the Volk, the hero of the Occident, and the arch-nemesis of the enemies of my people. I live in occupied Vinland, and I am the epitome of Western Man."
That's not to say the book is perfect. It isn't. Bristow fails to fully explore the scope of Norwegian Exceptionalism. There is no mention of Father Abrahamson, whom God first blessed with the gift of lutefisk and an assurance that his descendants would be God's chosen people. Nor is there any mention of Schlomo Noahson, who was the first Norwegian to step off the Ark onto Vinland's soil after the Great Flood. Worst of all, he fails to tell the story of the greatest Norwegian, Jesus Letsjustcallthepoorfatherlessbastardjosephson, who redeemed our sins by being crucified on a giant herring (the proof of which can be seen stuck on the back of any Christian's car).