Government Zero: No Borders, No Language, No Culture

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From bestselling author of Stop the Coming Civil War, Michael Savage reveals the massive dangers currently leading to the demise of our government.

Michael Savage has been warning Americans for decades and now it’s here. In GOVERNMENT ZERO: No Borders, No Language, No Culture, Savage sounds the alarm about how progressives and radical Islamists are each unwittingly working towards similar ends: to destroy Western Civilization and remake it in their own respective images. These two dark forces are transforming our once-free republic into a socialist, Third World dictatorship ruled by Government Zero: absolute government and zero representation.

Combining in-depth analysis with biting commentary, Savage cuts through mainstream media propaganda to reveal an all-out attack on our borders, language and culture by progressive travelers who have hijacked public policy from national defense to immigration to public education.

Find out everything you need to know about this terrifying agenda to weaken the U.S. military, cripple the American economy, subvert basic American liberties such as freedom of speech, and destroy the international world order.

There is no time to lose. The Progressive-Islamist agenda has advanced into every public space, from the White House to the military to your local public school. If America is to survive, it has to be stopped. Michael Savage has a plan. Get the inside story before it’s too late.

The Author

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Dr. Michael Savage is a multimedia icon in the conservative movement, heard by 10 million listeners a week on “The Michael Savage Show” and syndicated across the U.S. in more than 300 markets. He is also the author of 25 books, including four New York Times best-sellers. In 2007, his media presence and profile earned him the coveted “Freedom of Speech Award” from Talkers Magazine.

His passion to unearth the truth about liberalism, borders, language and culture, and his unparalleled stand for America’s families, has made him the most important figure in the fight for free speech and ideals in America today.

He is the only member of the U.S. media ever blacklisted and banned from a Western nation. His ban from visiting Britain in June 2009 has made him the “poster child” for free speech, not only for Americans concerned about the cultural shift towards totalitarianism and their rights to freedom of expression, but for people around the globe. In mid-2009, this worldwide media attention concerning the ban resulted in a New Yorker magazine profile of him.

Savage’s first novel, “Abuse of Power,” became a New York Times best-seller in September. The thriller is a fictionalized account of being banned from Britain and hunted by overbearing governments.

Dr. Savage holds a master’s degree in medical botany and a second in medical anthropology. Additionally, he earned his PhD. from the University of California at Berkeley in epidemiology and nutrition sciences. He is an ardent conservationist, is dedicated to his family and is a proud patriot of his country.

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Life As Immigrant At The Notorious Pantanella In Via Casilina Rome

Ex Pastificio Pantanella occupato da centinaia di immigrati asiatici provenienti dal Pakistan e Bangladesh.Ex Pastificio Pantanella occupied by hundreds of Asian immigrants from Pakistan and Bangladesh.

Roma Novembre 1990 Ex Pastificio Pantanella occupato da centinaia di immigrati asiatici provenienti dal Pakistan, Bangladesh, Africani tra cui (Joel Savage) Panoramica della Pantanella. Rome

As a child growing up in a strongly religious family, I was thought that everything which is opposite to the teachings of the Holy Bible, including laziness is a sin. I tried my best to live a clean life. We were thought to believe that Israel, Jerusalem, and other Biblical countries were all in heaven, without a slight knowledge those countries were on the same earth we are living today.

When I left my family looking for a job, I tried to be sincere and prevented doing anything wrong which could land me in jail. I read that jail changes people’s attitude to be good or worse. But I wasn’t interested to know the positive or negative influences of jail on people. My only interest is never to be there because it’s not the right place for me.

In the year 1990, from Lagos, Nigeria, I made a transit in Rome, on my way to German. In Rome, I was detained at the Fiumicino airport. The Italian immigration regularly does that to many foreigners, especially Africans. Like a tourist, I walked around the airport lounge without a room to sleep and food for three days. On the third, I was really starving, so I approached one of the immigration officials and said to him that I am hungry. He looked at my face and asked me “Am I your father?” Then he walked away.

Without knowing what the officials have in store for me, I handed over an application for asylum as a journalist and it worked, because I have some few publications over my profession on me. On the fourth day, from nowhere came one of the immigration officers, he said to me: “Your application has been accepted, today the police will come to take you to Rome.” I was shocked beyond expression.

Ex Pastificio Pantanella occupato da centinaia di immigrati asiatici provenienti dal Pakistan e Bangladesh.Ex Pastificio Pantanella occupied by hundreds of Asian immigrants from Pakistan and Bangladesh.

Roma 31 gennaio 1991 Ex Pastificio Pantanella occupato da centinaia di immigrati asiatici provenienti dal Pakistan e Bangladesh. Le forze dell’Ordine sgombrano la Pantanella. Rome, January 31, 1991 Ex Pastificio Pantanella occupied by hundreds of Asian immigrants from Pakistan and Bangladesh. The Police evacuate the Pantanella.

 The good Samaritan didn’t only deliver the unexpected message, but he pulled out from his pocket a number of notes and said to me: “I don’t want my colleagues to see me giving you money, buy some food to eat at the airport.” I didn’t take the money. I told him: “This important information you have given to me has taken all the hunger away, thank you.” He walked away with his money.

On the fourth day, the police came, just as the officer told me and took me in a police car to the city, Rome, and left me there to fight for my survival. Without anywhere to sleep, I passed all my nights at the Central Train Station. Among other Africans, we watched a big television screen during the day to forget our misery, then in the night, I go to sleep at my hiding place. The police and the workers at the train station never discovered the place I slept.

After some time, I discovered places where I could eat every day without paying for food. I could take my bath and take some clothes. One of such places was at ‘Via Dandolo.’ Daniela, the head of the Caritas (Charity) at Via Dandolo, was a very good woman, but one of her female workers was a very bad woman. A thief. Since we had no address, our letters passed through the Caritas at Via Dandola and this woman took the opportunity to steal money from our letters.

I caught her twice, so I wasn’t surprised when I lost the 10 pounds a friend sent me from England, but I didn’t tell Daniela about it. Through the Caritas, I had my initial lessons and attended classes to learn the Italian. I was one of the best immigrants who could write and speak the language fluently, yet my life was miserable because I was still sleeping at the train station.

In Rome, I was robbed, admitted and operated at a hospital, but the nurse refused to touch me, because of my color, thus; every morning when on duty, she calls someone to attend to me, but she had time for every Italian patient at the hospital. I was once sitting in the hospital’s garden after the operation, when an Italian old man, one of the patients came close to me, looked at my face and said to me: “Marocchino motaccizoa.” – an insult, after mistakenly taken me as a Moroccan. I didn’t say a word.

Then all of a sudden, as if it was announced on the radio, all the immigrants in Rome, without accommodation, discovered an abandoned Pasta factory called ‘Pantanella.’ Pantanella is notoriously known for all criminal activities, including drug peddling and crime, similar to drug cartel zones of Mexico. One needs strength, courage, heart and braveness to survive at that place. Italians think they are brave, but many of them dare to pass Via Casilina, the street Pantanella is located in the night.

That was the place I lived and worked as a toilet cleaner for thousands of immigrants, using six containers as toilets, to raise money to feed. I was employed by the Muslim head at the place. It’s terrible and frightening to live at Pantenella. It wasn’t a prison, but the place, I think was tough like Alcatraz, because of the criminal activities many illegal immigrants engaged in feeding.

 

Ex Pastificio Pantanella occupato da centinaia di immigrati asiatici provenienti dal Pakistan e Bangladesh.Ex Pastificio Pantanella occupied by hundreds of Asian immigrants from Pakistan and Bangladesh.

Roma 31 gennaio 1991 Ex Pastificio Pantanella occupato da centinaia di immigrati asiatici provenienti dal Pakistan e Bangladesh. Le forze dell’Ordine sgombrano la Pantanella. Scoppia un incendio durante lo sgombero Rome, January 31, 1991 Ex Pastificio Pantanella occupied by hundreds of Asian immigrants from Pakistan and Bangladesh. The Police evacuate the Pantanella.A fire during the evacuation

The abandoned factory accommodated both soft and hardened criminals from various countries, including Pakistan, Sri Lanka, Bangladesh, Africa etc. I lived in Pantanella for four months, and the Italian government tired of the crimes going on in that abandoned Pasta factory ejected all the foreigners.

But the Italian government did something great for the African immigrants. Something we weren’t expecting. The government paid for two weeks stay in a hotel for all the Africans, with the ultimatum that before the two weeks expired, we should find a place on our own to live.

Through a very good sympathetic woman called Nana, (she died in Rome a few years ago) I got a job as a houseboy to serve one journalist called Claudio Lavazza, working at television station TG2, belonging to the former Italian Prime Minister, Sylvio Berlusconi. He provided me accommodation and paid me well. Besides, he gave me the new version of Fiat Cinque Cento (500) to drive. It may be likely that I was the first black man in the entire Italy to drive the new Fiat Cinque Cento when it freshly came out. I met other journalist friends of Claudio, including Michele Cucuzza.

After three years, I said goodbye to Rome and returned to Africa. I married and returned to Europe once again but this time choosing Amsterdam. ‘Overseas Chronicle: The Rome and Amsterdam Experience’ is a book once started you’ll find it hard to put away, because of the shocking intriguing stories in the book. Find out more of what happened to me in Rome and later in Holland, which led me to detention in Amsterdam.

 

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Chronicle 3

Africa: Destroyed By The Gods

Ako 3My motivations for writing this book came from the pain I feel when I see the havoc foreign religions have wrought on Africa, especially in the last three decades. Traditionally, Africans are a deeply spiritual people. It is sad and painful to see how our deep spirituality was used to turn us into unthinking zombies.

It appears like the African elite, by which we mean the political as well as the spiritual elite, are in cahoots to keep the people in perpetual ignorance. Some ideals the European Missionaries preached, like “Love thy neighbour,” are not ideals they were prepared to abide by. They served to transform our conquerors into saviours to worship. Sadly, these are the same ideals our pastors today use to render us into unthinking masses of simpletons, so that they and the political elite can continue to loot our national resources.

By successfully turning themselves into ‘men-of-god,’ the priests transformed themselves into venerable agents of the creator, so it’d be sacrilegious to question or attack them. An important question we need to ask ourselves as Africans is what single benefit we have achieved with all the prayers, holy retreats and the burning of candles we have engaged in over the years. We also need to ask the pastors and the archbishops why they are not prepared to wait for their own paradise in afterlife.

Although we did not set out to write a comprehensive critique of the Christian religion, we show enough evidence to demonstrate that it was a religion deliberately founded on fraud. There are abundant historical records to show that the central figure of Christianity, Jeshua or Jesus, was a Roman invention; he never exist as a historical person. There is abundant evidence to show that the book the Christians called the Holy Bible were collections of ancient fables gathered by wandering habirus (Hebrews), and that they are not accurate historical narratives. Many of them were consciously forged stories.

The records are in the public domain to show that the books that made up the Bible were selected at the First Council of Nicaea, convened by one of the most murderous of Popes, Constantine, in AD 325. Also in the public records is how the King James Version of the Bible was put together at the urgings of one of the worst killers to grace the English throne, King James. My sadness at the havoc the Christian religion wrought compelled me to start writing about it.

I hope that my struggle will propel other honest Africans to begin to challenge the false preaching of the Christians and, hopefully, regain some of our African patrimony before they are totally destroyed by the lies the Christians peddle. We Africans need only to sit and do some thinking. If, as almost every scientist today knows, we are the first people on earth, how do we end up worshipping a Semite god? Another question we ought to ask ourselves is why is it that we are the only people that do not worship a god in our own image and in our own language? Apart from Africans, every society creates its own god in its own image.

This is not a complete evaluation of the Christian religion, but we provide enough materials for the honest investigator to search for and find the truth. We provide enough proof and suggestions to make the honest Africa do his own study, and discover that, contrary to what his pastor says, the Bible is not a correct historical document. On these pages, I set forth my views on the Christian religion. I urge that they be read in the same honest spirit they were written.

The Author

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Femi Akomolafe is a Nigerian writer, author and a television producer.  A passionate Pan-Africanist, he writes as a columnist for the Accra-based Daily Dispatch newspaper. The globetrotter Femi lives in both Europe and Africa.

His extensive work reflects on Africa-related issues in his books and for various newspapers and magazines. He was the producer of the FOCUS ON AFRICANS TV Interview programme for the MultiTV Station.

He is also the CEO of Alaye Dot Biz Limited Dot Biz, a Kasoa-based Multimedia organisation that specializes in Audio and Video Production. Despite his busy activities, Femi always has time for his family.

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What Is The Significance Of An African Politician In Belgium?

 

I don't think any African wants the help of Mr. Collins Nweke because he can't help himself

What is the significance of a black politician in Belgium when the country has a statue of a king that killed over 10 million Africans, including women and children? It’s a disgrace.

In a country like Belgium, that committed so much crime in Africa, both physically and medically in the colonial era, under the administration of the murderer King Leopold II, having a Black or an African politician in Belgium, should have given Africans in Belgium, a sigh of relief. Because all eyes are on him to make things easier and better for Africans living in Belgium.

Some references on Belgium’s crime in Africa in books:

King Leopold’s Ghost: http://www.amazon.com/King-Leopolds-Ghost-Heroism-Colonial/dp/0618001905/

Heart Of Darkness: http://www.amazon.com/Heart-Darkness-Joseph-Conrad/dp/1503275922

Dancing In The Glory Of Monsters: http://www.amazon.com/Dancing-Glory-Monsters-Collapse-Africa/dp/1610391071/

Little Boygium-Wonderful Experience: http://www.amazon.com/Little-Boygium–Wonderful-Experience-Savage/dp/1621372383/

Joel Savage playing the role of the African politician

Just like Africa, many Africans disappear when it comes to money matter in Europe. In this way, to fulfill financial obligations to ease the pain and suffering of many Africans, especially illegal immigrants, we rented an office, filled it with office equipment for the Africans to learn the language, while many come there to use the office equipment. With the dues from the members, we contributed regularly to see the office running. We continued doing this for two years, until financial mismanagement by one of the leaders running the center, led to permanent closing doors of the office.

All those tough and hard times, we were aware that there was an African politician in Belgium, but our efforts didn’t mean anything to him, until I joined the ‘Sierra Leone Welfare Association in Antwerp-SLAWA, to continue the help. Like before, I assisted many Sierra Leoneans with diverse problems, both materially and financially.

I wasn’t surprised when in 2005, on the behalf the Sierra Leone association, I was awarded ‘Certificate Of Merit’ by Mr. Abdul Kargbo, who was then the Chairman, for the selfless services I offered to SLAWA. Where was the African politician in Belgium then? He should have been the one to receive that certificate, not me.

The African politician in Belgium is not among those putting pressure on the Belgian government to pull down the statue of the butcher of Congo, Leopold II

Many African leaders, especially those from Congo are putting pressure on the Belgian government, to pull down the statue of Leopold. They also want Streets named after him changed because that man was a criminal, rapist and murderer. He doesn’t deserve such recognition in this modern times, after killing over 10 million Africans, including children.

If there is no statue of Adolf Hitler, because he killed 6 million Jews, then there shouldn’t be any statue of the criminal Leopold. I have written many articles about this issue and have requested African-Americans athletes and musicians to stop performing or participating in events in Belgium if they respect themselves. Believe me, I haven’t seen any article or heard the voice of the African politician in Belgium over this issue, like other leaders.

Investigating the high death rate of Africans at the notorious Stuivenberg Hospital in Antwerp

The African politician was still in Belgium, when the African community in Antwerp, who were scared to visit the Stuivenberg Hospital, call on me to find out the reason any African that goes to the hospital with a common leg injury, doesn’t come back alive. I investigated and found out that they were killing Africans for body organs.

After the publication of the book over this crime, Stuivenberg Hospital now remains one of the safest hospitals in Antwerp. Being an African, no media ever published this story, but the authorities know I published the truth, else Stuivenberg Hospital wouldn’t be as it is today.

African politician in Belgium clears his voice

Apart from reading his profile on social media, I haven’t really taken the trouble to know what the African politician does in Belgium because I am expecting him to know how Africans in Belgium, including Antwerp, are doing. Then couple of months ago, after writing an article captioned

‘Why Many Africans Are ‘Allergic’ To Reading?’

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The African politician in Belgium, thought its the right time for Africans, Africans in the Diaspora, including those in Belgium, to feel his presence. As soon as the article was published, he came out with this:

“I sincerely have my doubts that Joel Savage has been reading balanced materials judging by the sort of one-sided views he expresses. I see a resolve in his writings to dangerously reinforce stereotypes and disrespect Africans in general, including himself. I suggest Joel Savage embarks on that self-abuse all by himself and show Africans some respect, please!”

Joel Savage’s remarks:

Thanks, Mr. Collins Nweke. I am very happy that this discussion has forced you to join. It’s necessary to let you that I don’t write articles with my own imagination. I make research before making a post.There are hundreds of similar articles online or the internet, the reason many foreign organizations, including non-profit organizations, helping African children to cultivate the desire to read, by supplying books. You suppose to know this better than me. 

I am neither the first nor the last writer who have written such article, so why are you against me alone? The great African-American writer late Maya Angelou, stood firmly and challenged those that wrote, “If you want to hide anything from a black man write it in a book.” So I think this is the right time to challenge those who have written similar articles years ago, before coming to me. You might be pleased over the standard of reading in Africa, but hundreds like me aren’t. Thank you.

African politician’s remark:

Research indeed! I true research would have thought you better than dishing out opportunistic, unbalanced pieces, rather unperturbed! You still don’t get the point, do you, Mr. Savage? It’s unproductive going into a long epistle on your decision to consciously make sweeping and generalized one-sided statements about a people. You have an obligation to use your creative license with decorum but you have obviously chosen to hide under the excuse that those before you have sinned and that it’s fine to continue where they stopped. Good luck to you but let me assure you that you have made the wrong decision.

Comments of other contributors:

Patricia Pitsel:

While I agree that it is important for everyone and anyone to read (the man who does not read is no better off than the man who cannot read), I do have a concern with the vast over generalization that Africans don’t read. There are some 54 countries in Africa – surely the author is not suggesting that the same “don’t read gene” is equally distributed equally over the continent.

Victor Ikoli: Copy Editor at Qatar Tribune Newspaper

Reading books is fantastic but the culture is practically on the decline not only among Africans. I think reading books comes with skill and some people just don’t have it. Their parents didn’t have the skills and can’t read, their partners don’t read. They just don’t see the point to read. It’s a shame, but it just really isn’t part of some people’s lives to read books but things get better with quality book covers and content to attract people.

Toyin Adewunmi: Reporter at The Guardian Newspaper

I agree with you reading habit is fading off, and in order for this country to move forward, we need to bring the habit back to the grass root.

Joel Savage’s final comment:

Hello, Mr. Collins, I respect all those who comment on my articles, I will, therefore, like to discontinue arguing with you. I’m very glad that you live in Belgium yourself, during your leisure hours, please do visit the new library at the Connick Plein in Antwerp, from Monday to Saturday and count the number of Africans in the Library and those you will see at the nearby coffee shops drinking beer. We shall always remain friends on social platforms, but now I’m sorry I need to quit this argument and finally nothing changes my style of writing.

The writer’s opinion: All the seven continents have one goal, to reach the top of Mount Everest. Some have reached, some are in the middle but Africa is still at the place it started. The reason is simple and logical because we hate to learn, yet we don’t like corrections. We don’t even try to do something to realize achievement or failure when failures would have given us the experience to do better.

As for me, I write and my  passion as a writer doesn’t change my attitude or the tone of my articles, because, I don’t depend on either hate or love from readers, so if you hate me, you are just wasting your precious mind. That will rather encourage me to write something that would hurt you more, because “I write what I like.” Tribute to Steve Biko.

The Shameless Hour

The girl who’s had everyone meets the boy who has no one.

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For Bella, the sweet-talking, free-loving, hip-checking student manager of the Harkness men’s hockey team, sex is a second language. She’s used to being fluent where others stutter, and the things people say behind her back don’t (often) bother her.

So she can’t understand why her smoking hot downstairs neighbor has so much trouble staying friends after their spontaneous night together. She knows better than to worry about it, but there’s something in those espresso eyes that makes her second guess herself.

Rafe is appalled with himself for losing his virginity in a drunken hookup. His strict Catholic upbringing always emphasized loving thy neighbor—but not with a bottle of wine and a box of condoms. The result is an Ivy League bout of awkwardness. But when Bella is leveled by a little bad luck and a downright nasty fraternity stunt, it’s Rafe who is there to pick up the pieces.

Bella doesn’t want Rafe’s help, and she’s through with men. Too bad the undeniable spark that crackles between the two of them just can’t be extinguished.

The Author

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Sarina Bowen writes steamy, angsty Contemporary Romance and New Adult fiction from the wilds of Vermont. The Ivy Years is her bestselling series. Centered around the hockey team at an elite Connecticut college, The Year We Fell Down began breaking hearts in March, 2014.

There are three novels and a novella in the series so far. See http://www.sarinabowen.com/

TheIvyYears for updates. For lovers of angsty snowboarding heroes, Sarina also writes the Gravity series! Coming in From the Cold features a downhill ski racer and one of the most unique plot conflicts in contemporary romance today. Falling From the Sky is book #2, about a freestyle snowboarder who nearly loses his life in the halfpipe.

Sarina enjoys skiing, coffee products and a nice glass of wine. She lives with her family, eight chickens and more ski gear and hockey equipment than seems necessary. She would be honored to connect with you at http://www.sarinabowen.com.

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