The Devil wears GapKids

Lynx and Lamb Gaede, the most adorable teen sister pop act on the scene. Note their angelic smiles:



Here's a video for their song "Bleed For You," a sleepy little folk number:



Hard to believe they're one of white supremacism's most recent messengers. They are the demon seeds of a couple from the National Vanguard, a nation wide white power movement. From a marketing perspective, kudos. If you're going to go Aryan, go full out, and these little sirens are perfect. Lest anyone believe they are a front, in their own words:

I think, you know, if there was a war between the races, hopefully everybody will get their own little space. And that's basically what we want, you know? So we don't have to live with the other groups.

People want to depict everything that happened in World War II Germany as marching around killing Jews. They don't want to understand how the whole ideology of National Socialism is really a beautiful thing. I mean, it really is. I don't deny that Jewish people died and were rounded up and put into camps, but I don't think it's as drastic as they say.

(We're) not having enough white babies born to replace ourselves and generally not having good-quality white people being born. It seems like smart white girls who have good eugenics (sic) are more interested in making money in a career or partying than getting married and having a family.

Part of our heritage is Prussian German. Also our eyes are blue, and Prussian Blue is just a really pretty color. There is also the discussion of the lack of "Prussian Blue" coloring (Zyklon B residue) in the so-called gas chambers in the concentration camps. We think it might make people question some of the inaccuracies of the "Holocaust" myth.

Nobody of serious mind is influenced by the bigotry cum fascism on display, but of greater interest is what the road ahead looks like. Their music, though insipid and weak, isn't terrible. It's likely that their talent will see them produce passable pop material in the near future. With the media's, and our own, ghoulish instincts taking over, we may just decide to follow their lives with the same tact and discretion we've reserved for the Olsen twins and other freaky families. From the scorn and ridicule to the shame, the guilt and depression to the drugs, the relapse to the talk shows to the book deal to the asylum, their careers should be interesting to watch.