From: "Walter Mueller" thetruthisback@yahoo.com

 

Sent: Thursday, March 04, 2004 3:41 PM [Australian date and time]

Subject: Patriot Letter: California Primary -- Zundel/Mueller in Italian Paper -- The Confession of a Hollywood Scum -- Your Turn

Dear Fellow Patriot!


Governor Arnold Schwarzenegger of California scored
another victory at last nights primary when California
voters passed the two bond measures the Governor had
placed on the ballot. Prop 57 and Prop 58.
California's European American population is more than
happy to pay more taxes to provide increased services
to all of the illegal immigrants.

US Senate: Former California Secretary of State, Bill
Jones, will face Jewess Barbara Boxer for a run-off in
November.

US Congress: Former Attorney General Dan Lungren is
the Republican contender for the Congressional seat of
retiring Doug Ose.

In the Presidential race, I guess the Democratic
nomination is all but wrapped up. Senator John Kerry,
who just discovered his Jewish roots, including that
some of his family were holocaust victims, faces off
with George W. Bush.

Mueller's opinion is that George W. Bush will win.
Those of you who are all for "Let's get Bush out of
the White House" will have to reconsider with the
possibility of Kerry getting in there. I hate to be
this disrespectful towards the President, but George
W. Bush is not the brightest light bulb in the White
House Chandelier. John Kerry on the other hand, who
already made it very clear where he stands on the
Israeli issue, has now also emotional reasons to turn
over the country to the Jews. By the way, it is my
opinion that Kerry is also a war criminal.

Coincidentally, a friend gave me a book as a gift,
written by Don Heddesheimer, entitled "The first
Holocaust." The book reveals that way before WWI, the
Jews were already in charge of America.

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Il Propolo d"Italia, a newspaper in Italy, in their
January issue of 2004, carries the story of Ernst
Zundel and also two Patriot Letters from yours truly.
Since I don't speak Italian, I can't really talk about
the context. But I am pleased to see that the Zundel
story gets noted around the world.

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This comes from KPS Reports. Another infringement of
freedom of speech in the name of the Jews:

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California School District Bans Iron Cross
 
Simi Valley school officials have instituted a ban on
the Iron Cross, the popular symbol of WWII Germany
that is used by skateboard and clothing manufacturers.
"The wearing of any image that is likely to be
interpreted as an Iron Cross will no longer be
permitted," Don Gaudioso, the school district's
director, wrote in a letter mailed to 13,000 parents
last week.

In his letter, Gaudioso stated that "a small but
growing number of youth in our city have loosely
banded together with the stated purpose of supporting
a 'white power/white pride' movement. The actions
these youth have been demonstrating have created great
friction with other groups."

Administrators noticed increased tensions between some
students and wanted to warn parents that pupils who
wear certain clothing or jewelry may inadvertently be
considered white-power supporters, which "could
possibly lead to unsafe conditions on campus."

"Any time you see symbols that are hate symbols you
want to be proactive," said Jan Britz, principal of
the 2,650-student Simi Valley High School.

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A word from Germar Rudolf:

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Dear friends and enemies!
Dear supporters and saboteurs!
 
As announced last week, the next issue of "The
Revisionist" just went online: issue no. 2/2003,
posted today at
http://www.vho.org/tr/2003/2/2_03.html. The other
issues will follow shortly, and all our books will be
next, most of which are currently available only as
somewhat clumsy pdf-downloads.
 
Have fun reading! And if you really like it and have
not yet subscribed to our magazine, we would really
appreciate your contribution. It really is more
comfortable -- and if you want something in print even
much cheaper than using your home printer -- to
subscribe to the printed version of "The Revisionist",
for which your attention may be directed to our
subscription website at www.vho.org/store/tr.html
 
"The Revisionist" no 1/2004
(http://www.vho.org/tr/2004/1/1_04.html), by the way,
just went into the mail and should arrive with all of
our subscribers shortly.
 
Thank you for your attention.
 
Germar Rudolf
www.vho.org

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This amazing story was forwarded to me by Harvey
Taylor:

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Walter Yetnikoff: On the record
He was the world's ultimate music mogul, the rogue
Michael Jackson called daddy - until he went down in a
storm of sex and drugs. Now he's telling all in a book
that's scaring his friends as much as his enemies.
Johnny Davis meets Walter Yetnikoff, the man who went
to work on a line of coke 29 February 2004

Walter Yetnikoff wakes up, pours himself a large vodka
and chops out a line of cocaine. Then he fields calls
from Michael Jackson, Mick Jagger and Billy Joel. But
the phone won't stop ringing. Can't Cynthia answer the
damn thing for once? But his wife is pounding the
running machine in the other room. "You're drunk," she
tells him. Incensed, he screams Yiddish obscenities at
her, tears two posts from their antique four-poster
bed and heads out to the office.

Yetnikoff is the most powerful man in the US record
industry. As president of CBS Records Group, he's
responsible for nurturing the careers of a gamut of
superstars from Barbra Streisand to Public Enemy,
people he regards more as friends than colleagues.
Michael Jackson calls him his Good Daddy, meaning he's
so close to Yetnikoff, he thinks of him as the nice
father he never had. Yetnikoff's estimated net worth
is $12.5m.

The CBS president takes more drugs in his office,
pours more vodka. He looks a mess. His loud sports
jacket is peppered with sweat and, with his
open-necked shirt and castaway beard, there's
something of
Oliver Reed about him. Still the phone won't stop
ringing. But this time, his secretary - who Yetnikoff
is having one of many affairs with - says he should
take the call. It's his doctor. He has grave news.
Yetnikoff's liver is in a terrible state. If he
doesn't stop with the drinking and drugs, the doctor
says, he'll be dead within three months.

All this - and plenty more besides - happens by page
15 of Howling at the Moon, the most entertaining book
on the entertainment industry since Obsession: the
Lives and Times of Calvin Klein. Except that book was
so salacious, Klein tried everything in his power to
prevent it being published. Yetnikoff, on the other
hand, is pleased as punch with this one. He should be.
He wrote it. Subtitled Confessions of a Music Mogul in
an Age of Excess, it's an autobiography that's
part-catharsis, part-apology, part I-knew-I-was-
right. It also contains tales that are going to make
plenty of pop people wince.

The opening chapter takes place around 1989, when
Yetnikoff's power, ego and insatiable appetite for
sex, drugs and rock'n'roll were at their barbarous
zenith. "I created a mutual balance of terror
between me and my artists," he writes. "I started
seeing myself as a star. Like most stars, my sense of
self was dangerously inflated... I wanted to get
high... drink, drugs, adulation, corporate power,
fast women... made it easy."

Clearly, the carousing didn't finish him off. But his
ego did. He was sacked by CBS in 1990, following a
trail of self-destructive faux pas that even Michael
Jackson would consider impressive: a lawsuit over
"improperly depressed profits"; badmouthing Bruce
Springsteen, a CBS artist, to his face; and suggesting
that arch-rival David Geffen - not then out about his
bisexuality - should give Yetnikoff's girlfriend
lessons in fellatio. He had become a liability. He was
given $25m in severance pay and promptly had a
breakdown.

Today, Yetnikoff doesn't much look like the
bare-chested rascal flexing his muscles in the 1970s
Annie Leibowitz's photograph that adorns the US
edition of his book. His curly black hair is no longer
curly or black and he's put on some weight, though his
eyebrows are still full of life. We meet in his
offices on the seventh floor of a building between Gap
and Baby Gap on Fifth Avenue, New York.

The high times are long gone. Yetnikoff is 71 now, in
a drink and drug rehabilitation programme, and co-runs
a small record label that specialises in hooking up
directors with musicians for film soundtracks. He's
just done the new Jim Jarmusch.

His offices are painfully quiet. A receptionist eats
noodles at her desk and flicks through a newspaper.
Occasionally, a phone rings in the distance. Yetnikoff
occupies a room the size of a cupboard. Aside from a
pot full of pens, the only thing in his in-tray is a
copy of Howling at the Moon. He's got a terrible cough
and is in no small hurry - "What else have you got?"
he barks, chivvying for the next question after every
answer - but he rattles along amusingly enough.

"I loved doing the book," he booms. "Jackie Onassis
asked me to do one 14, 15 years ago. I received the
contracts when I was detoxing, so it never came to be.
I don't know if I would have been so honest back
then."

Honest he certainly is. Though he's responsible for
many of the book's scandals, he's also taken great
delight in landing his colleagues in it. Geffen, one
of the biggest cheeses in the entertainment industry
today thanks to his DreamWorks partnership with Steven
Spielberg, gets a particularly rough ride.

Then there's Paul Simon, who left CBS for Warner
Brothers after falling out with Yetnikoff. "I don't
like him," Yetnikoff bellows. "I've never liked him.
After he left CBS the only success he's had was when
he copied some dancers from South Africa [he means
the multimillion-selling Graceland album]."

Understandably, the publishers had to restrain him a
little. "They get nervous when I say certain things,"
he grumbles. "I don't care. My attitude is, 'If you
want to sue me, go right ahead. Be my guest. But I
haven't really disclosed all the information. If you
sue me, I will. Maybe I'm full of shit. Maybe I don't
have anything. Try it and find out.'"

The lawyers weren't convinced by that, and made him
take stuff out anyway. They told him he was being
unnecessarily rude. "Being rude isn't illegal," he
says. "I wrote back to them, 'Dear So-and-So, when I
knew you in another life, you were very good
lawyers... what happened?'"

There is, currently, something of a vogue for
whistle-blowing books and memoirs. You'll Never Make
Love in This Town Again, an exposé on hookers and
Hollywood, started it in 1996. Then Mötley Crüe's The
Dirt became a surprise bestseller, while screenwriter
Joe
Eszterhas's Hollywood Animal is published this month
and Peter Biskind's Down and Dirty Pictures follows
later this year.

Yetnikoff's book does for the 1970s and 1980s music
scene what Robert Evans's The Kid Stays in the Picture
did for the Paramount Studios of the 1960s and 1970s -
portrays a time rife with talent, but also egos,
bottomless expense accounts and narcotics.

Yetnikoff is well-placed to tell these high-living
tales. Not only was he involved in the most-exciting
period of expansion the music industry has ever seen,
but he cultivated a stable of superstars the like of
which we're unlikely to see again. It's not too
fanciful to suggest that, in a climate where Pop Idol
has blown away the last vestiges of mystery from the
music business, we've started pining for the glamour,
decadence and otherworldliness of yesteryear. "It
was a different world back then," says  Yetnikoff.
"Artists were allowed to make mistakes and to mature.
You think Bob Dylan would be a hit today? He wouldn't
even be released."

Yetnikoff nurtured the stars. He also partied most of
them under the table. "I assumed power when hedonism
was hitting new highs in our culture," he writes. 'I
did it not only because I liked it, but because it was
my job..."

Walter Yetnikoff grew up in a two-family house owned
by his maternal grandparents in a poor, working-class
neighbourhood of New York. In the book, he portrays
his father as violent and unfaithful. His home was
overrun with grumbling relatives. Only his mother
believed in him, telling anyone who would listen that,
one day, her Walter would become rich beyond any of
their dreams.

He was awkward and shy and attended law school because
it seemed the least taxing of a choice of get-ahead
careers from the options of medicine, dentistry,
accountancy and law. He was also very bright. While
most students at his Ivy League college in the
mid-1950s wore sweaters and blazers, Yetnikoff was
mocked for turning up to class in dungarees.

He married June, his childhood sweetheart and, after a
time in the Army, joined CBS in 1961 as a junior
lawyer, where he swiftly mastered the complex
contractual lessons of the music business. When
he was dispatched to collect a $400,000 debt from the
violent and crooked Morris Levy (Levy owned record
labels and nightclubs, had a lifelong association with
the Mafia and, in 1988, would be convicted on two
counts of conspiracy to commit extortion), his
barefaced chutzpah got Levy to pay up, and marked
Yetnikoff out. Not least to Levy, the two became firm
buddies.

Under the wing of another friend, Clive Davis - then
president of the CBS subsidiary Columbia Records,
today the Svengali behind Alicia Keys and Whitney
Houston - Yetnikoff quickly climbed the corporation.
As the 1967 Monterey Pop Festival sounded the whistle
for pop culture to rocket from the traps, Columbia
signed million-sellers such as Simon and Garfunkel,
Santana and Chicago, and the music business turned
into big business. No label was bigger than CBS.

In 1975, Yetnikoff, then 42, became president and
proceeded to reinvent himself in the mould of a street
hustler. Late in life, though this identity switch
was, he was adapting to a changing role - suddenly he
was baby-sitting the biggest rock stars in the world.
He became menacing, crude and very loud. Much of this
was compensation for the fact that, unlike his other
great contemporaries, Yetnikoff had no natural
affinity for music. The most powerful man in the
industry was tone-deaf.

It didn't really matter. His artists loved him - they
thought of him as a sparring partner rather than a
can't-do bean-counter. The more outrageously he
behaved - telling Cyndi Lauper she was a tedious
women's libber and she should come back "when your
period's finished"; summoning the Beach Boys, four
years late with their new album, to his office for
what they believed would be a pep talk but, in fact,
opened with the words, "Gentlemen, I think I've been
fucked" - the more they loved him. He inspired them.

In others, however, he inspired fear. He waged war on
rivals Warner Brothers - home of Bugs Bunny - with
banners printed up for * CBS's annual convention that
that told them where they could stick their bunny. He
regularly had people ejected from CBS's headquarters
and filled the air with Yiddish epithets.

"The heart of Yetnikoff's persona was his Brooklyn
Jewishness," says Fredric Dannen in his book Hit Men -
Power Brokers and Fast Money Inside the Music
Business. "An outsized number of label bosses were
Jews from Brooklyn, but Walter wore his ethnicity like
a gabardine... [though] one of his inconsistencies was
that he only dated gentile women. Before his 25-year
marriage broke up in the 1980s, he had begun to amass
a stable of such girlfriends - his 'shiksa farm'.''

Unable to separate work and play, Yetnikoff even
started sleeping with his artists (Sarah Dash, of girl
group LaBelle, famous for "Lady Marmalade", though the
idea that Dash introduced herself to Yetnikoff with
the infamous chorus line "Voulez-vous coucher avec
moi, ce soir?", as she does in the book, sniffs of
poetic licence). When Yetnikoff's secretary - who
couldn't type, but looked nice - complains that she's
never seen anyone take off and put on their clothes so
many times in one day, he starts having an affair with
her.

Again and again, Yetnikoff is at pains to explain what
women saw in him: being simply a tremendous lover. "I
actually believe I'm very good at that stuff," he
smirks. "Most of them were sexually satisfied. I'd
like to think all. But women lie sometimes." He
thinks about this. "Of course, it's different now. I'm
older."

Unsurprisingly, while Yetnikoff's career went into the
stratosphere, his home life went to the dogs. Though
Howling at the Moon is dedicated to "my sons Michael
and Daniel and their mother June", his children are
mentioned so infrequently - just twice, in passing -
you double-take when they do pop up.

When, after the break-up of his first marriage, June
calls to say she is dying of lung cancer, it prompts
him to go into a rant about how diseased - full of
booze and drugs - his body is. Yetnikoff does not come
out of his autobiography looking like a nice guy. And
he knows it. "A lot of people got hurt," he says. "I
ignored my family to a certain extent. I was
inconsiderate. The sex, drugs and rock'n'roll became
like the whole thing." Is he closer to his sons
today? "Closer than then," he says. "Yes and no. The
older one, yes. The younger one, no. He bore more of
the brunt of the craziness. I would do that part
differently today."

As the 1970s rolled into the 1980s, CBS's
market-share, with Yetnikoff's shaky hand on the
tiller, increased dramatically. In 1983, profits were
up 600 per cent year-on-year. Then Michael Jackson
turned in Thriller. It would become the
biggest-selling album of all time, netting CBS $60m.
Jackson was just 24 then, but his eccentricities were
already blooming. In his book, Yetnikoff paints him as
a needy coward, driven by a desire to be number one
that, he says, "bordered on psychopathic". But anyone
looking for real Jackson dirt - and let's face it, who
isn't? - won't find it
here. Yetnikoff either isn't saying, doesn't know or
the lawyers have had it away.

"He was strange then and getting stranger," says
Yetnikoff today. "The operations to alter his
appearance, the parabolic chamber, the monkey... I was
very close to him at one point. I felt bad for him. He
said to me, 'You had a childhood. I never had that.
I was a star at six.' Today, he's turned into a
freakshow. I don't think he's had good guidance. Some
of the people he has around aren't to my liking. He's
going on trial in Santa Barbara, one of the most
conservative areas in the US, and he has Louis
Farrakhan as his advisor? Is he trying to guarantee a
conviction?"

Does Yetnikoff think Jackson's capable of doing the
things he's being accused of?

"I don't know. I really don't know," he says. "There
was never anything I was privy to. I was privy to a
lot of sexual peccadilloes by big artists, but with
him, I don't know and I don't want to. I owe him to a
certain extent. He was responsible for a lot of the
money I made."

In the end, it was all about the money. In 1987,
Yetnikoff was desperate to engineer the sale of CBS to
Sony, a deal that would see him personally pocket more
than $20m - though that's not mentioned in the book.
As his fame and wealth increased, so did the batty
behaviour - turning up to a business meeting covered
in blood and offering a bishop cocaine are two
particular lowlights - and so it was off to a
Minnesota rehab clinic to dry out on doctor's orders
(he arrived in a $30m CBS-owned jet).

Sober, he discovered God and the gym, but it was too
late - by then he'd upset too many people. His
oft-bellowed threat that if he ever left the label,
his artists would clear off with him, proved
misplaced. When the axe fell, there wasn't a single
call from
Streisand, Jagger, Springsteen or Jackson. "I felt
betrayed," he says. "I felt it was the story of
Othello." ("Ding dong, the witch is dead," commented
David Geffen at the time.)

Still, Billy Joel has been on the phone recently,
saying he will help promote the book. "He said, 'You
were there for me when I needed you, it would be an
honour to help.'''

Does Yetnikoff still feel bitter? "A bit. It's not a
blazing, hardcore resentment. Basically they saved my
life. As strange as it may seem, I don't think I would
have survived in that corporate atmosphere. Plus, I
made them a lot of money. Now there isn't a record
company in the world that's doing well. Sony is losing
a fortune each year. This way, I've won. I'm lucky to
be alive. I'm OK. And they're not."

'Howling at the Moon: Confessions of a Music Mogul in
an Age of Excess' by Walter Yetnikoff and David Ritz
is published by Abacus, £12.99

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Your Turn:

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I commented about Leni Riefenstahl to my daughters and
son who were in the family room in front of the
television with me during the Oscar telecast.  My son
was switching channels, I told him to stop because I
saw that the tribute to dead movie people was going
on.  I thought that I was seeing things when Leni
Riefenstahl's life and work were commented on. 
That surprised the hell out of me.

Peter Yore

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I saw the California Aggie site!  It didn't occur to
me until I saw the site it was an agricultural
college.

" Ag" science is important!  So a couple of their more
scientifically minded faculties would understand the
Leuchter and Rudolf reports.

At the risk of repeating myself, some efficient
desktop publishing stuff which can be rented would be
invaluable and hand the info out " Brad  Smith
style " at the faculty.

Of course, sending a copy to every judge that has
conducted a holocaust matter, should be sent a copy by
registered mail, so the buggers can't deny they
received it!

Perhaps a copy to Abe Foxman would be in order.
Hahahaha!

Also, Given it is accepted that there were no
lampshades made from human skin, the very thing Irma
Grese was lynched for, perhaps a movement should
start for her to be pardoned and an apology given to
her family.  I pardon will lead to the pardon of
another....and another..etc!

There are some possibilities here.

Gavin

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See you at the 2004 International Revisionist
Conference in Sacramento, held on April 24th and 25th,
hosted by the European American Culture Council,
sponsored by the Adelaide Institute!

Organizer: Walter F. Mueller

thetruthisback@yahoo.com

Make your reservations today by contacting

hansgemuetlich@yahoo.com


Walter F. Mueller
"The truth is back in business"

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