Nebraska 

A young Libertarian college student frequently cuts through a motel parking lot to a diner where he enjoys the Early Bird Special at 4:00 A.M. before driving to the university.

October 12, 2039

This morning the moon is very bright and just beginning to wester. As he walks to the diner there is an eerie sight. In a low truck bed he sees two dead antelopes brightly lit by the moon. Their legs are out straight, stiff like the legs of a cast metal animal laying on its side.

He notices the sharp horns which evolved so that antelopes could protect themselves from coyotes, wolves, and cats. It seems ironical that even more highly evolved creatures can kill at a distance by firing a projectile, without even engaging the antelope directly. This is, of course, why we need short hunting seasons strictly enforced.

The student also notices by the vanity license plates that this vehicle belongs to a prominent unapologetic Globalist who, after a day of hunting, happens to be two-timing his wife in a motel room with one of his secretaries.

This gives the young man an idea for poetic justice: to eliminate this national traitor with a knife having a blade made from antelope horn.

When he gets online at school, he finds many knives with handles of horn, but all have blades of steel or obsidian. He sends for one with a short Damascus steel blade and very short delivery period. He plans to keep the knife afterwards, so he isn’t worried about the record of purchase betraying him.

All Hallows Eve 2039  7:05 A.M.

The student is wearing a black hooded robe with skeleton mask. He knocks at the front entry. Luckily the wife is in the kitchen making up candy bags for kids, so her husband answers the door. Seeing no kids, he says,

“Yes, may I help you? Collecting for the Jimmy Fund or UNICEF, are we?”

The student gives the poor fellow a quick poke to the larynx and runs like hell.

All across Nebraska ninety-six enemies of liberty are dispatched by warriors on this night. 

Colorado

In Aspen, there is a pimp from New York who loves to target sexy underage girls and draw them into slavery using the demoralizing effect of drugs as part of his plan. Last summer one of the girls died from an overdose of heroin. The girl’s older brother found out the chain of events and has Halloween plans for the pimp.

October 31, 2039  12:05 P.M.

It’s beautiful weather today. The brother parks his truck around the block from the restaurant where the pimp has lunch every day. He walks to the restaurant, sits at the counter, and orders a grilled cheese sandwich. He sees the pimp in a booth with a girl in the far corner.

Just as the waitress enters the kitchen, the pimp rises to visit the men’s room. The brother wolfs down the last of his sandwich, puts his payment on the counter, then visits the men’s room himself.

The pimp is at a urinal. The brother starts to walk past as if to go to the further end, pulls out his icepick, and spikes the pimp hard right at the base of his skull. The poor fellow falls straight down, breaking his upper teeth on the edge of the urinal. This doesn’t hurt him a bit, because he’s already dead when he hits.

On the way out, the brother is pleased to see that the waitress is still in the kitchen. As he leaves, eight visiting teenagers are entering the restaurant. Nobody finds the pimp for eleven minutes.

Tonight one-hundred-eighteen enemies of liberty are put to death all over Colorado.

Nobody ever questions the brother, because nobody in the restaurant knows him or saw

him enter or leave the restroom.

North Dakota   

Outside a small town there is a “haunted” house, unattended, but open to the public daily. In one sense it definitely is haunted, because a very mixed-up fellow who lives next door, watches the house constantly from an upstairs window. He is ambivalent about sex because years ago his pride-and-joy was badly mutilated by fire in a car accident.

Occasionally when women or girls visit the house, the poor chap races over, enters the house, struts around, giving the ladies burning looks, then exposes himself in full arousal.

The deranged man, however, is related to the district judge and always gets off the hook by slandering the women he offends. 

On one occasion, one of the women threw up at the sight of the insane fellow’s member.

On another occasion, a young girl later told her boyfriend, who has been deeply angry ever since. He likes to hunt in the woods near the house, and on two occasions has been lucky enough to see a mountain lion before the kitty saw him. This has led to an idea.

October 30, 2039

At midday, the young man visits a friend at a nearby slaughter house. At dusk, starting at the place where he last saw the lion, he dribbles beef blood from a kerosene can, out of the woods, and across the short space of grass to the haunted house entry. It works out well, because he comes to the last drops of blood six feet from the door. 

October 31, 2039

The young hunter acts mysterious, but manages to enlist the cooperation of his girlfriend to visit the house at mid-morning. He warns her to look around before she gets out of the car, go into the house fast, and stay inside until he arrives. He will explain later.

As she enters, the hunter is hiding upwind from the blood trail, and uses an audio call to attract the lion. It takes several minutes, but the timing of simultaneous events is perfect, as it always is for heroic Libertarian synchronicity. The watcher comes slowly downstairs, takes a leak, then walks to the house just as the lion comes out of the woods following the trail of blood.

The lion sees the watcher, crouches, waits for him to walk past, then runs very fast, leaps into the air, and lands on the poor fellow’s back, breaking his neck instantly. The hungry kitty drags his meal quickly back to the woods for a fine repast. In the meantime the hunter makes it to the house, gets his girlfriend, and leaves.

In the car, she asks him,

“So what’s all the drama? What’s going on?”

He says with a chuckle,

“I saw a report on the Internet that several particularly angry ghosts would be visiting the house today, but I guess it was a false alarm.” 

She knows by his sarcastic tone that further inquiry will be useless and so merely laughs.

He never tells her a thing.

Two months later, distraught bill collectors notify the police, who search the area and find the skeletal remains of the watcher who they positively identify from dental records.

In North Dakota tonight eighty-seven enemies of liberty are reduced to grinning corpses.

South Dakota

August 22, 2039

A young woman working in the perfume department at a department store tests the new Moravian Leather Cologne for men. 

October 29, 2039  11:42 A.M.

A carnival has come to town with what looks like a very scary funhouse. The young woman has the day off and visits the carnival alone. She likes spooky stuff, and quickly enters the funhouse when she sees the frightening sign.

Just inside the entry way, a man dressed in a skeleton suit rushes at her cackling, but does not stop. He grabs her around the neck, tapes her mouth, and carries her into a room off to the left, then closes the door. He slides down his skeleton pajama bottoms, raises her dress, and rapes her quickly. Then he brings her back to where he found her, and disappears.

She removes the tape, goes outside, and calls the police. They question her. She only says,

“I’m on the pill, so I’ll be all right long term, but there was something I recognized about the man, and I don’t know what it is. I’ll figure it out sooner or later, and call you the minute I do.”

October 30, 2039

The young woman is talking with her boyfriend, and suddenly remembers,

“I got it!. The man was wearing a new cologne, Moravian Leather. Customers have bought seven or eight bottles since it came in. Maybe I was even the one who sold it to him.”

The boyfriend looks hopeful. He drives her back to the carnival. As they walk from booth to booth, he asks each person if they know where he can buy some Moravian Leather Cologne.

Finally a plump blonde woman says, pointing,

“Yes, see that ring toss booth down at the end? That guy uses it. A very dis-stink-tive fragrance on him, I might add… don’t tell him I said that.”

The couple thank the woman and walk down just close enough so the young woman can see the proprietor of the booth. He has a customer, and doesn’t notice her. She says,

“Yes, that’s him! ...and I recognize him from the store too. It was me who sold him the cologne.”

The boyfriend says,

“Perfect. Go back to the car. I’ll take care of it.”

He waits until nobody is nearby, walks up to the booth, pulls out his PPK with suppressor, and shoots the rapist between the eyes, then exists the area briskly.

The dead man is discovered nine minutes later. Nobody saw anything. As an earlier victim of the deceased, the blond woman feels elated by this event and keeps her mouth shut.

All across South Dakota sixty-eight vile enemies of liberty are expunged on this night.

Montana

A drug addict has been robbing businesses right and left at gunpoint, and finally ends up shooting a generally well-loved storekeeper.

The man doesn’t die, but is unable to walk after the injury. He recognized the robber and tells some hunter friends rather than the police.

October 31, 2039  9:18 A.M.

The hunters go after the fellow, but he sees them coming from way off, grabs his wallet and rifle, then runs into the state forest adjacent to his house. They too have rifles and follow.

The robber has a good lead, goes fast, but finally stumbles and gashes his arm on a rock. This leaves a trail of blood for a few feet until he can tie the arm with a handkerchief. He keeps going deeper and deeper into the forest losing hope for the future with every step. He can’t go back to the house, has only five bucks in the wallet, and strong aversion to prison.

After an hour, some wolves come across the blood and follow the robber’s trail. When the hunters begin to catch up they see the wolves and follow their trail. This goes on for an hour and forty minutes. Finally they catch up to the robber, now free of the wolves who took off after a deer.

The hunters fan out and one of them yells,

“Put the rifle down and give yourself up.”

The robber lifts his rifle to fire at the hunter, and they all shoot together. Eight bullets find their mark. The robber spins and falls. The end comes fast on this day.

Rather than involve the police, the hunters take the body back to town and just after dark hang it in a tree on the town hall lawn as a first rate scary decoration for Halloween.

Nobody mourns the shit-heel drug addict. Another fifty-eight enemies of life and liberty are rendered exterminant all across Montana on this splendid night. 

Washington State

An insane man working at a Seattle lunch counter has been putting deadly poison in coffee he serves to young couples. He doesn’t admit to himself why he does this, and nobody else understands it. 

There is a young couple, however, who knew four of the victims and their daily eating habits. They soon figure out who has been doing it.

October 31, 2039 10:03 A.M.

The young couple pays a visit to the lunch counter. They enter and sit, but ignore the menu. When the waiter arrives, the young man smiles and says,

“Happy Halloween. We would not like, but from you would certainly expect, two cups of your famous poison coffee.”

The insane man stands aghast at these words, his mouth open, eyes zooming back and forth between the young man and woman.

The young man casually reaches into his inner coat pocket, pulls out a small blow gun, and darts the insane man in the right cheek. As he does this, he says,

“Here’s something for you. No coffee, just poison. Goodbye, and may Satan hold a grim captaincy over your balls in Hell.”

All over the great state of Washington, three-hundred-eighty-four enemies of liberty and harmonious living are terminated on this excellent night. In Tacoma, a witch is seen riding a broom across the face of the moon. 

Idaho

In Boise, there is a big muscular thug who likes to panhandle in fast food restaurants. His approach is to come right up in a person’s face when he asks for money, giving the impression that they will be hurt physically if they refuse. Sometimes he will grab a wrist or shoulder hard, to convey fear of his strength and intention, by inflicting minor pain.

October 31, 2039

Today the thug chooses a thin older man as his victim. This proves to be a bad choice. The minute he escalates to the strong arm tactics, the old gentleman tingles his solar plexus with a powerful stun gun. The thug falls to the floor disoriented. The victim gets up and kicks the poor fellow in the face leaving a deep crescent shaped cut, then another, and another…

The pain of this quickly brings the thug back to wakefulness. He gets up and runs outside to his car, but it won’t start. He tries again, but Halloween prankster kids have wedged a potato into the exhaust pipe.

In the meantime, the old guy catches up, opens the car door, hits the thug’s neck with the stun gun, then grabs his shirt sleeve, and pulls him off the seat to the pavement.

Now begins the Halloween Kick Fest. The old gentleman walks around the thug kicking every vulnerable area he can see. After eighteen kicks, the thug stops moving, and dies of internal injuries within four minutes.

The old fellow wipes the blood off his shoes with a paper towel, then drives to the nearest shoe store and treats himself to new pair, discarding the old ones in a trash can outside the store.

As it turns out, nobody saw any of this, but the evening news gets it right,

“Today a well-known local bully was found kicked to death in a fast food restaurant parking lot. Apparently he met his match.”

Tonight one-hundred-eleven enemies of simple Libertarian reciprocity are introduced to the Grim Reaper all across the state of Idaho. 

Wyoming

A young forest ranger has the afternoon off and is enjoying a western sandwich at lunch in a diner with a view of the Grand Tetons. A middle-aged couple walks in, and sits in a booth near the front window.

The ranger recognizes the husband the minute he sees him from a Libertarian news program. The fellow is a human trafficker who has managed to elude justice, and is known to camp with his wife in scenic places all over the western U.S. and Canada.

This seems like a strange mixture of evil livelihood with wholesome recreation, but psychopaths usually have fairly normal goals. What differs is the means to attainment. This reminds the young ranger to never stereotype others by the unwarranted grouping of ideas.

He overhears the husband ask the waiter about the best nearby camping areas.

“I recommend a trail five miles north that leads to an area with huge boulders you can camp next to for shade and shelter from wind.

says the waiter.

“Sounds good. Thank you.”

replies the husband.

The ranger is familiar with the area and when the couple leaves, follows in his truck with his German Shepherd sidekick at a discreet distance.

The couple park, hike in to the boulders, and pitch their tent. They are relaxing on a big blanket when the ranger and his dog spy them up ahead, and cut to the rear of the boulders before they are seen.

This German Shepherd is very smart, intuitive, and proactive. They circle around to the backside of a boulder near the couple, where the young man knows there is a large nest of belligerent rattlesnakes underneath.

The ranger trusts the dog’s lightening reflexes more than his own, because has saw the dog kill a rattlesnake a few months ago. It was like watching the classic confrontation between a mongoose and a cobra.

He imitates with his hands and a stick what he wants the dog to do, gives the stick to the dog, and sends him over. The dog approaches the entryway used by the snakes, and taunts them with the soft scraping noise of stick on stone. The snakes are aroused and start to come out.

The dog runs back to his mentor, and they leave the area. The angry snakes are in motion

and will do the rest. 

The three biggest snakes hear the couple talking and go gliding around the bolder by the shortest route. The lead snake comes up and rattles at the husband who freezes. When he reaches for his pistol, the snake hits him.

In the meantime the wife, at the far end of the blanket, jumps up a runs off to call for help on her cellphone. When the snakes leave, she cautiously returns. She can see that her husband is dead, but checks his pulse to be sure. She gathers up the stuff and goes back to the car just as the ambulance is arriving.

When the young man hears the news and learns that the wife survived, he wonders if she knew about her husband’s occupation. He would be happy to know that she did not.

All across Wyoming ninety-four evil enemies of humanity are put to death on this fine night.

Utah

October 31, 2039

A prominent IMF Banker, known for his lethal program to destroy all indigenous race and culture worldwide, is driving west on Route 80. It will prove quite unfortunate for him that he managed to be en route on this particular day.

Late morning, just east of Provo, he stops for coffee at a diner. The owner recognizes him, and tells his son to take over, because he has an important errand.

He goes outside, slides under the banker’s car, and tampers with the brakes in a way that will cause failure, but only under unusual stress. Now he drives west to a point in the road where there is a thick stand of trees where

he can hide in his car until the right moment.

The banker finishes his coffee and leaves. After ten minutes he comes to the long steep downgrade grade at Provo.

This is a place where big trucks end up with smoking brakes unless they stop at one or more of the big pull-over areas roadside. Cars usually have little trouble if they have good brakes and lessen their speed by downshifting to low gears.

The banker likes to drive fast, and with heavy braking is sustaining a pretty good clip when, near the bottom of the hill, his brakes suddenly fail. His speed quickly increases. Just above the bottom of the hill, the diner owner suddenly pulls out in front of him. The banker swerves, his car loses control, goes into the forest at ninety miles per hour, hits a tree, and bursts into flames, then explodes.

The diner owner drives back east to relieve his son in time for the lunch crowd. Tonight ninety-three enemies of good honest living are expunged in the state of Utah.

Oklahoma

October 31, 2039

A Congressman subverted to the Globalist agenda has been living up all the money he received for “campaign contributions” by committing treason against the United States.

While enjoying lunch in a restaurant in Oklahoma City, he is recognized by a young patriot at a nearby table. The young man now eats quickly to be able to leave when it becomes convenient. When the traitor finishes, the young patriot follows him out.

The Congressman walks around for a while, and then over to the Oklahoma City Memorial. There is nobody around, so the young warrior decides to have a little fun with his prey. He hides by a wall and taunts the poor fellow

in a loud sadistic hillbilly voice, 

“Hey you goddamned Globalist pig. Yes, you! It’s Halloween, and I’m gonna to butcher you. I got a big razor sharp Bowie knife and I’m gonna dress you out like an ole sow hog, giblets and all, right now.”

As the patriot approaches, the Congressman trembles and begs for his life,

“No, please, sir! No, pa-leeeez!”

The young warrior is chivalrous, has a PPK with suppressor, and merely shoots the traitor painlessly in the head.

Tonight one-handed-sixty-two enemies of liberty in America are put to death all across the state of Oklahoma. 

New Mexico

Last month there was a demonstration at a nearby university in support of a proposed Libertarian studies program. After twenty-two minutes of name-calling, sixteen PALPAP thugs attacked the supporters. In the ensuing melee, the IMF banker subverted Sheriff ordered his men to stand down. They just stood and watched as real Americans were beaten by Communist thugs. One female professor was badly hurt and nearly died in the hospital.

Many of her students were very angry about this, and two of them decided to involve the Sherriff in their plans for Halloween.

October 31, 2039  9:53 A.M.

The Sherriff is coming out of the diner where he has his coffee every morning. The two students walk up with pistols. One says,

“We’re going for a ride in the country. We need to talk to you privately.”

The Sherriff looks dismayed and replies,

“Now son, if you…”

The young patriot interrupts, and says,

“Shut up, and unlock the passenger doors or I’ll blow your goddamned brains out.”

The Sheriff complies. Once all three men are in the car, the young patriot continues,

“Drive out to the north end of the granite quarry. We are meeting with media people and they want an interesting local background,”

This little fib completely changes the Sherriff’s expectations about the situation and he drives quietly to the quarry. There is nobody there.

As they approach, the young patriot says,

“I told them to arrive at exactly 10:30. That’s in ten minutes. Let’s get out and stretch our legs.”

They all get out of the car and walk over near the edge of the sheer hundred foot drop. The Sherriff is starting to get worried all over again, and looks at the other young patriot and asks,

“You haven’t said a word since the beginning. Why so quiet?”

The young man replies, advancing closer, and pointing his gun at the Sherriff,

“I’m not shy, just too disgusted to speak. My friend here is such a liar. There are no media people coming. You’re just going for a swim.”

Meanwhile, the first young man takes two pairs of handcuffs out of his pockets, and  briskly cuffs the Sherriff’s hands behind his back.

Then he says,

“Stand very still.”

Next he crouches, and cuffs the Sherriff’s ankles. At this point, the Sherriff looks downright scared, and begs for his life,

“Please, boys. Don’t do this… You must be from the college. Is this is about the professor? We didn’t want to hurt her. It just happened.”

The second young man says with a grin,

“We simply like our Halloween fun. We don’t want to hurt you. It will just happen.”

The two young chaps drag the Sherriff to the edge and throw him over. Down and down he falls making a loud splash. The poor man glides to the bottom, thrusts hard with his feet, and bobs back up, but can’t keep his head above the surface, gulps a good deal of water, then slowly sinks back to the bottom.

The two young Americans hurry back to the college for an 11:00 A.M. class. All over the state of New Mexico, two-hundred-four enemies of liberty in America are liquidated

on this very special night.

There is a long search and the Sheriff’s body is finally fished out of the quarry three days later.

Arizona

Wonder if this Gila Monster is the same handsome fellow who dispatched that fake-racism professor at the university back in 2028. In any case, it’s well past time to kill off another subverted educator, so why not stick with a winner.

This time the professor is a heroin addicted homosexual who encourages students to ruin themselves with all manner of drugs and sex perversion, based on the insane premise that pursuing every random impulse is the only way to reach the “true liberated self.”

A fourth year student whose kid sister ended up with brain damage because of this professor’s influence has finally come upon the proper solution. 

October 31, 2039  8:48 A.M.

It’s funny how history repeats itself. The professor pulls into his usual spot in the distant free university parking lot. As he gathers his papers for class, he cries out as he feels the awful bite in his left ankle, of the Gila Monster hiding under the driver seat.

He manages to open the car door, but as a poisoner of young minds, dies quickly and appropriately from the bite. The Gila Monster is a very handsome fellow, gets away, and heads back to his natural desert habitat adjacent to the parking lot. At all seasons, there are female Gilas who need his immediate attention.

On this occasion, and back in 2028, after an autopsy revealed the cause of death, the police looked under the seats to see if there was a Gila Monster in either car, but never checked for fine levels of residue. In each case they simply assumed that the bite came after the professorial foot contacted the ground outside the car. After this second biting, they had the public works department put up a warning sign at the parking lot entry gate. 

Tonight in Arizona two-hundred-sixty-three damned hell-rotters get a well-deserved introduction to the Grim Reaper. 

Alaska

A crab fisherman has been raising his own King Crabs for three years. Somebody told him it’s better to give them live food. Whether this is true or not, it gives him an idea.

He read yesterday that a notorious snuff porn video maker from Florida, will be vacationing here during the Halloween holiday. The man was acquitted recently on two counts of murder by torture only because of illegally obtained evidence. The prosecution actually produced the film showing the crime:

A young mother is cuffed on her knees with a ball gag. Though a one way window she has to watch as her three year old son is eaten alive by eight starving land crabs. The final editing is very professional, cutting to her face at points of strongest reaction. Then there

is a fake police woman who acts very consoling, for awhile. Then the mother is naked, kneeling, and cuffed with no gag. Next a fresh batch of hungry crabs eats her alive.

This is America, where people say they believe in decency and justice, but the maker of this film is actually out free…

October 31, 2039  5:02 A.M.

The fisherman arrives at the motel, locates the video maker’s room, uses a pinch bar to enter, grabs a pillow, puts it over the poor fellow’s face, and shoots him in the head three times with .22 caliber shorts. Almost no noise.

The fisherman’s first idea had been to bring a friend, cuff and tape the video maker’s mouth, then take him to the crab tanks to receive what he gave the little boy and

his mother.

The fisherman, however, is a Libertarian with innate chivalry. He has no desire to increase human suffering, only to rid the world of evil. Instead he simply sends notice to news media,

“… the video-maker has been privately executed as a lesson to Americans about how evil must be destroyed, not acquitted or subsidized by corrupt government in prisons.”

In the great state of Alaska forty-nine enemies of liberty are killed on this night.

November 14, 2039 United States Congress

10:34 A.M. Legislation based on a review of this case is passed, allowing illegally secured evidence to be used for conviction in all legal proceedings from this point forward, but that the violation of privacy laws will carry strong penalties which will also be enforced as a separate matter. 

Hawaii

A subverted Marxist media boss is on on vacation. The day after he arrives he posts to a local message board his disdain for professional surfers at Wyomia Bay, saying,

“If these people were real Americans they would be working in some area of serious endeavor to help support disabled people (drug addicts, wastrels, mental cases).

Native Hawaiian warriors read this post and plan a Halloween surprise for the media boss.

October 31, 1039

The boss is finishing his breakfast outdoors when a Pest Control van pulls out. Two young chaps with face masks get out, walk briskly over, quickly tape his mouth and tie his hands before he can call out. They put him in the van and drive up near a major lava flow from a nearby volcano. There is a prevailing cold breeze from behind that allows spectators to approach very close without roasting from the heat. One of the chaps pulls off the tape and says,

“We read your comment about surfing, and sense that you have never done it yourself. Today you will surf a volcanic lava flow. Think how your readers will admire your fortitude, but first you must suit up.”

He hands the Marxist a pair of Kahuna style swim shorts and then removes a long thick asbestos board, two steel poles, and a video camera with tripod from the van.

The media boss says,

“I won’t do it. There’s no chance of survival.”

The warrior says,

“You’re only half right. There is no chance of survival if you refuse, because we will pitch you into the lava and save the board for a future video. If, however, you can ride down

to that solid edge and jump back onto cool ground, we will let you live. We will post the video online and you can link to it on your company website, or not, as you prefer. Remember, all publicity is good publicity.”

The media boss puts on the shorts. They walk over and put the board on the lava. The media boss steps on and crouches to lower his center of gravity. Then they push him gently out into the main flow with the steel poles.

As he approaches the jump off point, the current is bearing him increasingly away from cool ground. He sees only one chance. The distance is too great, but he jumps. As his

feet hit the lava, he bursts into flames. As this happens, he sees a mystical vision of those who have died in this way before him.

Tonight two-hundred-one enemies of liberty in America die at the hands of good people in the fiftieth state Hawaii.