THE FABLE OF

THE BLACKBIRDS AND THE BUZZARDS

by George Lincoln Rockwell

excerpted from "This Time The World"

THE RED-TINGED BLACKBIRD, originally a native of Africa, was, in its jungle trees and vines, a rather interesting bit of wild life. In its natural state it tends to eat its brothers and sisters and otherwise behave rudely, but its strong sense of rhythm and irresponsible nature give it a certain curious interest to the cultured observer, as long as it does not get too close. Recently, however, these savage birds show a tendency to confuse themselves with the Birdologist himself, especially when influenced by BROTHERHOOD BUZZARDS. Spurred on by the BUZZARDS, more and more of these wild BLACKBIRDS are flying up out of the forests and pretending to be the same as canaries, except for color. Millions of them are positively drunken with the idea of mixing all birds together so that, instead of blackbirds, canaries, eagles, parrots, chickens, peacocks and humming birds, we will have only a single, dingy brown "neutral" bird, which does not lay eggs, doesn't sing, doesn't look pretty, doesn't do anything except work slavishly for the sly BUZZARDS - the only bird not supposed to "mix" in this scheme.

When they de-jungelize like this, the BLACKBIRDS develop a distinct red color in certain areas, hence the name RED-TINGED BLACKBIRDS. They may also be recognized by their characteristic call, "EEEEEE-quali-TEEEEEE!"

Many Birdologists, distressed by hordes of these aggressive BLACKBIRDS, try to solve the problem by beating and flailing at the dingy flocks as they sweep down, never realizing that the BLACKBIRDS themselves have almost nothing to do with the matter. They are simply tools of the sly BROTHERHOOD BUZZARDS; even the "National Association for the Advancement of Blackbirds" is not run by BLACKBIRDS, but by these same ugly BUZZARDS.

With the evil influence of the BUZZARDS removed, the BLACKBIRDS would quickly revert to their happy-go-lucky jungle ways, croaking and hopping to their savage rhythms, sitting motionless in the sun for hours, and occasionally, perhaps, consuming an aged uncle for Sunday dinner.

There is no sense in hating or fighting the RED-TINGED BLACKBIRD, no matter how aggressive it SEEMS to be. It is only an honest, less able bit of Nature, unnaturally stolen and pushed out of its nest, and forced to act as a battering ram for the BUZZARDS in their insane effort to ruin all the other birds, and steal all the eggs.

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