“Since 1947, the covert posture of Globalism towards the youth of the world has been ‘Dope ‘em up and dumb ‘em down’. This has been very successful. Cognitive dissonance among college students abounds everywhere.

“Today, sullen drug addicted self-haters work for the destruction of all races and cultures, especially their own, while shouting catcalls of ‘racism’ against any who work for the preservation of all races and cultures.

“Breed-up-quick advocates never look more than a few weeks ahead. They never contemplate serious grown up ideas like evolutionary destiny. Twits will throw down human potential forever, just to be fashionably liberal minded sounding at leftist drug parties.

“When all nations leave the IMF system and nationalize their central banks, there will be prosperity everywhere on Earth. There will be no economic oppression to run away from. Countries of origin will be able to accept the return of those who wish to live once again in their rightful ancestral homelands. When this splendid day comes, there will be no further excuse for the delusions of multiculturalism.

“I know that I’ve gone on a bit, but would now like to leave the audience with an example to contemplate.

“Ever hear of the Mediterranean Race? No? Well, they built the pyramids, the ziggurats, the Hanging Gardens of Babylon, and the Lighthouse at Pharos. They created the first alphabet and originated the first codified law. They had an average I.Q. of 100.

“Then they down-bred to Africans with an average I’Q of 65 and devolved themselves 20 I.Q. points. Today we call them Arabs. They practice Sharia Law which propounds

the psychopathic philosophy that men have a natural right to rape women and children. Yes, the splendors of diversity.

“Thanks for your patience and please let me introduce our next speaker, Charles Mickens. Harriet Gregory will follow Charles. Thank you again, and have a wonderful day.”

There are many baffled looks, but some but some soft applause. As Debbie walks out, the spellbound audience parts like the Red Sea. When the doors close behind her, she walks briskly to the ladies’ room, unties Mrs. Gregory, wakes her with smelling salts, and calms the flushed dazed woman with her gentle voice and manner,

“You’re ok, Mrs. Gregory. You just had an allergic reaction to something you ate, but you’ll be fine. Mr. Mickens is speaking now and you will follow him in approximately ten minutes. Better freshen up.”

Harriet Gregory feels better already and says,

“Okay, thanks.”

Debbie leaves promptly. The media never reports anything more than the usual small piece briefly mentioning the conference, without particulars.

Dumbing Down

Wendy also memorizes some WLO material, but actually manages to land a speaking engagement at a small university in western Massachusetts by normal meas. She does this, however, using false identification.

December 8, 2034

She goes to the engagement in disguise and also uses a voice modulator. She is introduced, and ascends the podium. Following the preliminaries, she continues…

“…Under the influence attached to Globalist banker endowments for education, schools all over the world have been dumbing kids down for over 100 years.

“The goal is to replace logical common sense reactions to life with moral lassitude. This is done by slowly changing the curriculum with false ideas about wealth, economics, science, health, nutrition, sex, gender, natural selection, archaeology, race, history, good, evil, right, wrong, love, hate, spirituality, liberty, security, and national sovereignty. This is done, not just with false emphasis and interpretation, but with lies impossible to research and thereby refute.

“After graduation, dumbing down continues, especially with selective information about current events, in the subverted media. The upside-down agenda we see today is to make reality and policy conform to a distorted world view instead of changing the world view and policy to be in conformity with workable reality.

“Under Libertarian policies, with increasing prosperity and the return of indigenous peoples to their ancestral homelands, there will be

a resurgence of ethnic and cultural pride everywhere. We will see it in the arts, music, and culinary industries. Tourism will be up worldwide. Travelers will enjoy the full value of other indigenous cultures everywhere.

“People will be comfortable with who and what they are. All the phony ‘gender fluidity’ nonsense will be a thing of the past. The bleaching and dying of hair and skin in mimicry of other races will be gone, and there will be no more stupid catcalls of ‘racism’ or ‘phobia’ for every nuance of normal human preference.”

Now Wendy improvises,

“I noticed eyebrows raised when I mentioned ‘gender fluidity’. Let me elaborate on this a bit as an example:

“There are only two biological genders. Appearances to the contrary come from five sources: random genetic mutation, inherited genetic predisposition, hormone imbalance, mistakes in the leaning process, and outright perversion, usually associated with drug induced aberration and the false belief that every random impulse must be nurtured for the true liberation of self.

“Gender is fixed, but gender specific behavior is variable. It is actually a rather puritanical view that gender specific behavior is fixed, therefore gender must be variable.

“At first, the entire business might seem arbitrary, but on closer view, the utility is that it absolves lazy worthless people of responsibility for their actions. In this way they can blame dysfunctional behavior on random genetic chance and avoid any proactive effort for constructive change.

“Are there any questions or comments?”

Nobody responds.

“Well, I’ll assume the fluidity fact covered the objections. As an exact phrase, please search World Libertarian Order Official Site and read one essay daily. You won’t regret it. Thank you for listening, and have a nice day.”

Wendy gets a good round of applause. As she leaves, many savage looking racial outlanders and a few fairies scowl at her, but none attack.

Minimal Sharing

Since Debbie and Wendy have engaged only in nonviolent public speaking ventures they end up confiding this to each other without details, and agree that they will brag to the family about it at dinner, also without details.

December 10, 2034

At dinner, Debbie looks at Willie,

“Willie, Wendy and I want you all to know that we too have begun to participate in the Revolution. We have both done recent public speaking engagements to large academic audiences about matters of great Libertarian significance.

“However, since there had to be areas of quasi legality in how we acquired the engagements, in keeping with the principals of autonomous resistance, we will offer no specificity. It is relevant, however, that we both used fake names, disguise, and voice modulators.”

Willie beams with delight and says,

“How I love you. Liberty will prevail.”

Conference

Janet leaves on a “shopping” trip without mentioning destination to any of the family. In the overnight bag she conceals her Silver Shadow war dagger.

December 18, 2034. New York City. 9:00 A.M.

Fourteen top Globalist bankers are seated at a big round table in a small conference room on the fifth floor of a luxury hotel. They are having a meeting to discuss how they might still realize their agenda in the wake of recent changes in world affairs. The ideas begin to flow and after only half an hour the conference seems in danger of producing some results.

Janet in disguise steps out of the elevator wearing a light raincoat. She walks to the left and as she turns right into the hallway, sees the guard at the conference room door. She puts on a plastic face mask and runs up faster than the guard can see. From behind she tapes his mouth, cuffs both hands behind him to a heavy vent grating, then blindfolds him.

Now she gets out the dagger, enters the room, and closes the door. There is no security camera. The chairman rises and says,

“Now see here, you can’t just…”

Janet interrupts,

“Yes… I can!”

as she impales the banker’s heart with the Silver Shadow. The others jump up. This only makes the job easier.

Like a supersonic second hand sweeping a clock face, she works clockwise stabbing each of these Children of Avarice each in their love-only-gold hearts.

She wipes the dagger clean on one fellow’s jacket, sheds the raincoat, and rolls it up, dry side out with the mask inside. A huge lake of blood is forming on the floor and she takes a giant step over an advancing rivulet to keep her shoes dry as she goes back out.

She walks quickly to the ladies room and puts the coat into a trash receptacle. There is no blood on her clothes or face. She rinses the dagger with warm water, dries it, fixes her slightly displaced hair, and leaves quickly.

She goes back to her hotel room, washes the dagger and her hands with soap and hot water, then goes back out for an afternoon of book and clothes shopping. That night she is very surprised to see that there is nothing about her patriotic strike on any of the television news stations, local or national.

In the morning as Janet drives home, there are light snow flurries and still nothing on the car radio. She can understand Globalist motivation in wanting to hush the matter up, but is a little disappointed because she was looking forward to a sarcastic remark from Debbie at dinner about shopping so far away in New York.

Targeting

February 8, 2035

At dinner Willie hands out a sheet to the Witches saying,

“I found two relevant items on the Internet. Look at these numbers.

IQ Scale     Category

111-120      Above Average

90-110        Average           

80-89          Below Average

70-79          Cognitively Impaired

Average IQ Statistics:

North Asians, Jews 105

Europeans 100

Arabs, Mestizos, Southeast Asians 80

Africans 65

Chimpanzees 42

Wendy says,

“The people numbers are common knowledge, but not the chimps. I had no idea their I.Q. was that high. It reminds me of a statement in The Fulfillment of Evolutionary Destiny.

She fishes it up quickly onscreen.

The highest of men on Earth are as much above the lowest, intellectually and spiritually, as the lowest are above the chimpanzees. Those who don't instinctively know this immediately identify themselves as being closer to the low end of the continuum.

“I.Q. numbers alone explain the differences between racial groups without the phony stuff about environment. Even without the chimp data, just looking at the behavior of different I.Q. groups, long ago resolved all the nurture vs. nature nonsense, but the chimp number really underscores it.

Willie smiles,

“It also underscores the great value of both Next Door Neighbor strikes.”

Everybody looks at Sage who manages to keep a straight face and says,

“I agree.”

Willie says,

“It also underscores one category of future targeting in a more general way as we get smarter about how to circumvent security. To preserve everything Mankind has thus far achieved, humans must destroy subhumans.

“Yesterday I heard about a homosexual group that works diligently to force public elementary schools to teach kids that same sex relationships are a perfectly viable alternative life style equal in every way to heterosexuality. They are compulsive about doing this, as if to justify their un-wellness by compelling the approval of others.

“I have always felt that fairy-ism should not be interfered with as long as it doesn’t interfere with normalcy, but these people have a death wish, so let’s grant it”

Janet has been feeling left out by the rule of not sharing and finally speaks up,

“Just for the family record I would like to brag that I did something for the revolution recently, but it was not reported by mainstream media.”

Willie smirks,

“You are a very wicked Witch, Janet. A little bird told me a story about some evil Globalist bankers at a roundtable in New York.”

Janet looks at Willie with a radiant smile.

Willie says.

“Never doubt that I’m very proud of all of us in this family. We are really kicking ass for liberty, prosperity, and peace. Our actions alone will be an inspiration to others without anyone knowing who did what.”

Superflies

Since the massive strike by Wehrwolf Unit 8 in April 2027, the Superfly Coalition has rapidly rebuilt it’s numbers. These are those displaced Africans whose motto to all white people is:

“We on you now like flies on shit, Motherfucker.”

Washington D.C. is once again hosting the annual convention of these clowns. This time there will be 8,360 Superflies with consorts in one venue, with the usual drugs, alcohol, loud talk, and foul language.

Willie daydreams that it might be more fulfilling at a personal level to have a little fun with some of these idiots individually before killing them all. He works up a plan, then flies down to Washington D.C.

The night before the convention he enters the venue and places devices on all the security cameras that will disable them soon after the doors open tomorrow.

Then he places eight radio activated canisters of poison gas in appropriate heating ducts. For efficient distribution of product, he plants a device that will signal when the heat comes on. This gas is undetectable and by the time the first Superfly drops, the others will be doomed to do so shortly. For this reason, Willie is not going to lock the doors from the outside.

March 16, 3035   9:20 A.M.

Inside, the Superflies are milling around talking prior to the first speaker at 9:45. Willie enters fast in disguise, not as a fellow African, but as a European other than himself, this just in case a picture is taken that survives to later be viewed by law enforcement.

Willie walks among the Superflies. There are three nasty looking Flies together and the tall one in pink suit with broad brimmed hat says,

“Hey, you White Motherfucker, what you think you doin’ here?”

Willie walks up and says quietly,

“Just looking around, Dick Breath. I see you’re wearing your Pink Team faggot suit today. Are these two fairies your boyfriends?”

Out come three big knives quickly. Even more quickly three pairs of Superfly balls rupture as they are caressed by the toe of Willie’s boot. Willie enjoys their reactions, then disappears to the other side of the hall. Surrounding the three floor sufferers, there is only a small commotion at this point over two-hundred feet away.

Two nearby Flies check Willie out. One asks,

“Yoh, White Boy, you lookin’ for trouble comin’ in here? You want yo ass kicked?”

Willie smiles and replies,

“You gonna do it, Shit for Brains?”

The outraged Superfly bellows,

“What you call me, Motherfuck?”

Willie replies,

“You heard me, Dirty Mouth, and I wouldn’t fuck your mother with someone else’s dick.”

The Superfly makes a show of hauling back, but Willie breaks his nose with a quick poke. The companion Fly is a better fighter and sends a fast punch straight at Willie’s face. Willie blocks with a left circular sweep, then sends an even better punch back that breaks the Fly’s neck. He falls dead to the floor.

All this has begun to attract attention. Willie sees three big security goons approaching,  and realizes that if he treats himself to beating them up as well, the next thing will be a phone call to the police, which could interfere with the larger purpose at hand. He must choose…

He chooses. Faster than the eye can see, Willie exits via the main entry, reappears on a park bench across the street, and gets out his device. Within two minutes he receives a signal that the heat has come on. He activates the cannister valves and begins to ruminate that it would be fun to see the action inside.

He realizes now that last night he should have hidden a small camera or two, because there are no windows in the auditorium that he can run up to now for a quick peak.

Inside, after eight minutes, a sufficient number of Flies have dropped so that the others are beginning to realize it’s not just a coincidence. Two come outside and begin to walk toward the nearby parking garage. As the first one gets out his phone and begins to dial 911, he drops just thirty feet from the door. Now the other looks worried and keeps walking, but falls dead himself after another fifty feet.

Willie beams with delight. He spends the rest of the day and the next day at the Smithsonian. The following morning he flies back. That night as he is preparing dinner, Sage says,

“Hey Superfly, you check out them dinosaurs at the Smithsonian while you was down there?

Willie replies,

“Aye-up.”

Weaponizing

March 22, 2035

At dinner Debbie says,

“I have an idea about urging the general population to take a stand against bad people who get wrongly acquitted. I mean rapists, human traffickers, kidnappers, child molesters, kid and snuff porn filmmakers, and thrill killers.

“The key phrase is Weaponize Goodness. Ask people to stop feeling ashamed about fighting back, lose the guilt, do the right thing, but keep it to yourself. Destroy bad people as you would destroy cockroaches or disease infested rats. Just be sure or your facts first.

“Suggest that people not seek to validate by consensus, simply do what is needed, and move on. If some want to lay down for evil, why jeopardize proper activity by confiding to them. They are compromised morally by standing with the enemy and are unworthy of trust by anyone especially Warriors of Light.

“I’m creating a webpage about this asking the reader to link it in their sites.”

Willie says,

“That’s good. I think it would be wise to add every type of subverted individual to the list: politicians, police, attorneys, judges, media, educators, outspoken leftists in general, reparations parasites, fake historians, and every type of self-disabling parasite: breeders, wastrels, mental cases, drug addicts, sex perverts. Also legal or illegal invaders, and belligerent racial outlanders in residence.

“Adding all these will vastly increase the number of targets and doesn’t require an intricate knowledge of news stories about who has been wrongly acquitted. In this case, though, I would try to channel the information only to the people you want to motivate. We don’t want to inspire displaced outlanders to kill people who actually belong in America, belligerent or otherwise.

“It’s also important to clearly define who are indigenous Americans. There are two groups: pre-Columbian European immigrants, the Innuit peoples who crossed the land bridge fourteen thousand years ago from Greenland and Finland, called Native Americans, and Post Columbian European Immigrants, who came in ships after the voyage of Columbus. Nobody else belongs in the United States, except as tourists.

“We must not let emotions cloud judgement. For example, I like Orientals just as much as Caucasians. They are fine intelligent people, but there are too many of them in the Orient. We don’t need them to Orientalize the west

as well. I won’t kill them as things stand now.

“We need to be patient. Once IMF Banker control and Communism are purged from the earth, Orientals will be able to prosper by returning to their ancestral homelands. Most will want to. The rest can be sterilized.

“Debbie, are you planning to suggest the carrying of weapons?”

Debbie replies,

“I haven’t gotten that far yet, but I will. One thing I favor is footwear suitable for lethal kicks, especially once the enemy is on the ground, however he gets there. Knives work well, but are so messy.”

“True”

says Willie,

“Even guns are messy if you stand too close and aim at areas not covered by clothing, like between the eyes. A gun is especially good when you can press it into heavy clothes that will muffle the sound, using poison bullets to speed things up.

“A garrote is silent and works quite well if used properly. A women can conceal it in plain view as a sash like the Thuggee assassins in India. 

“Approach from behind, cross your arms, toss the loop over the quarry’s head, pivot to hoist them over your back like a sack of potatoes, bend forward so their feet are off the ground, then wait while gravity does the job for you. This is done most easily, of course, by a tall person garroting a short person.

“If there is interest, I can buy a grappling dunny for the dojo room so we can practice proper garroting…”

All but Wendy signal affirmatively. She has never killed anybody and is a bit squeamish about doing so.

Wish Granted

Sage procures poison gas canisters with timer activated valves, the same kind Willie used for the Flies. She has twelve canisters with attaching magnets hidden in a bottom

dresser drawer in her room.

She liked what Willie said about fairies, nd found a perfect target on the Internet. The Gay Teachers Alliance has initiated Operation Q-1 which strives for homosexual primacy in the arts and education. They are hosting a lecture in Burlington Vermont called Beyond Pink Recruitment, which outlines the most ruthless methods for imposing homosexual values on normal kids. The slogan is “We like to get ‘em early.”

Sage is happy that there will be no press or media access to the auditorium, and only gays and lesbians will be admitted.

April 4, 2035

Burlington is a long drive. Sage leaves early and arrives in late morning. After checking into a motel, she has lunch, then in disguise visits the outside of the church venue to look it over.

Just after 11:00 P.M., she enters the building. There are no heating ducts. She tests valves on two cannisters and is pleased to find that they are noiseless when opened. She quickly places eight cannisters on the underside of pews, each timer set for 10:30 A.M. tomorrow morning.

April 5, 2035

After a good night’s sleep and a hearty breakfast, Sage is in her car on a hilltop at a distance with binoculars watching the procession of queers into the auditorium.

10:11 A.M.

They are all inside. Sage has made a rough head count of two-hundred-twenty-one.

“More than I expected” she thinks.

The cannister valves open at 10:30, and as she waits nobody comes out of the main entrance or anywhere else that she can see.

10:46 A.M.

Six police cars converge on the church. Sage would like to watch for a while, but sees a police car come into the parking lot on routine patrol and decides to leave.

She has a nice drive back and stops at the Miss Lindonville Diner for a half pound Lumber Jack Burger, then reads all afternoon. At dinner Debbie looks at Sage and says, 

“It’s nice to go shopping in Burlington, but the weather guy on TV said the sky down there was looking very queer about mid-morning.”

Sage imitates Willie saying, “Aye-up."

The Witches cackle.

The next day one sarcastic midwestern newspaper uses the headline,

“Wages of Fairyism: Gassing in the Pews

Revolution Update

April 18, 2035

At dinner Willie hands out a printed summary of the Revolution from 1972 up to the election of Roswell Benedict in 2028. He says,

“Here is something very inspiring for Libertarian Witches to read after dinner.”

Libertarian Nationalist Revolution

Summary

1972

An ongoing citizen revolution against the New World Order can only begin with Gary Allan’s book None Dare Call It Conspiracy. Before this, very few people know anything about Globalism.

Early 1980s

Libertarian, anti-Globalist financial newsletter, The Duck Book is published by Robert White, with essays by senators, congressmen, and economists. A piece from Murray Rothbard explains, step by step, with dollar amounts, how to nationalize the Federal Reserve.

February 12, 1983

The World Libertarian Order is founded in Massachusetts by Eric F. Magnuson, specifically to stop Globalism via education. This gives rise to another book called The Fulfillment of Evolutionary Destiny which explains Libertarian Nationalism, a greatly superior alterative to globalization.

1985

Four members of the radical Libertarian Lokison family disappear at Great Slave Lake, in the Northwest Territory of Canada. Thought to be murdered by Globalists. 

1988

Publisher Robert White is murdered in Belize.

December 28, 1991

Radio program American Dissident Voices features informative anti-Globalist essays, presented, by Dr. William Luther Pierce.  

1992

FBI sharpshooters murder three family members at Ruby Ridge, Montana.

February 28, 1993

U.S. Government agency BATF massacres seventy-six members of a religious community at Waco Texas. This includes twenty-one children under six.

April 19, 1995

Timothy McVeigh destroys a U.S. Government building in Oklahoma City, killing one hundred sixty-eight people, including nineteen children. This strike at first appears to be revolutionary in an anti-federal sense, but later turns out to be a Globalist initiative to turn the population against right wing resistance. Very unpopular because of the kids.

1995

Infowars, an anti-Globalist radio channel is founded by Libertarian Alex Jones. In this same year, The Drudge Report joins the fight. 

September 11, 2001

U.S. Globalist traitors working with Islamic radicals destroy the World Trade Center in New York City, killing 3,478 people of many nationalities.

2007

Founding of Breitbart News. At present this is headquartered in Los Angeles, with branches in Texas, London, and Jerusalem.

2009 to 2011

Hilton Armstrong eliminates nearly nine hundred Globalists housed in three secret installations. The general public learns of this only decades later in histories of the period.

October 1, 2024

At this juncture, many problems related to trade, and some to immigration, have been addressed by The U.S. Government, but the issues of indigenous population and of increasing numbers have not. Now, patriots begin to initiate much of the necessary work individually or in small groups.

October 21, 2024

In Montana, Daryl Johnson blows up a facility housing twenty-thousand shadow government sponsored invaders from Africa.

October 28, 2024

Walter Durrant, Daryl Johnson, and a small group of patriots, gas a task force of thirty-eight enemy agents meeting in a Montana church.

March 2 to September 16, 2025

The Durrant Group list of unacknowledged specialist assassinations runs thusly: Eight subverted Congressmen, four Senators, two aids, and regrettably, twelve Secret Service guards

Fourteen corrupt judges, and regrettably, three protecting police officers

Eleven subverted-media bosses

Four hundred and eighteen participants in eight special Globalist gatherings

Seventeen Shadow Government buildings, always with people inside, for a grand total of three-thousand-twenty-four enemy casualties.

November 8, 2025

This time Durrant’s group eliminate thirty thousand Shadow Government sponsored invaders at one stroke by using high technology at a Montana college.

July 11, 2026

American patriots everywhere have been augmenting the activities of the small group of heroes of which we are aware. Today the Durrant group, with Hilton Armstrong, Sigurd Warner, and Jeff Rollings, begin an initiative involving key assassinations usually of single individuals in strategic positions for power.  

September 21, 2026

Hilton Armstrong and Burgess Crowell use a helicopter and heavy poison gas to eliminate nearly nine million militant Negro integrationists in the Altman Mega Stadium just outside Reno Nevada. Their escape is narrow.

October 3, 2026

Hilton Armstrong roasts one-hundred-sixty-three top Globalist planners with a flame thrower at a conference in New York.

October 6, 2026

Walter Durrant eliminates eighty-three members of a Globalist front group calling itself the Task Force Against White Racism.

November 12, 2026

The European Union is officially dissolved. How could it be otherwise, with no more member countries? It is agreed that the earlier bothersome customs regulations need not be reinstated except along borders of indigenously non-European countries.

Although the nations have returned to their own currencies, the need for currency exchange at borders has been eliminated by a new cashier technology which enables people to pay for anything in any currency anywhere.  

January 6, 2027

NATO is reconstituted to be merely an advisory clearing house for all the natters it used to act upon directly.

March 4, 2027

Garrett Valdison finishes writing a new book

The World Saved by Liberty and Free Enterprise.

March 21, 2027

Garrett travels to Washington D.C., meets Republican Senator Roswell Benedict, and begins to influence political events directly.

April 11, 2027

The U.N. General Assembly votes that the United Nations is now to be merely an advisory body, committed to a Nationalist Libertarian future. All the Globalist functionaries have already been replaced by nationalists.

July 25, 2028

Garrett and Jay Farnum fly to Germany to help Sigurd Warner with legalities connected with the socialist murders of eleven American tourists in Wacken. Just in time, it turns out.

September 28, 2028

In London England, Sigurd and a company of warriors behead forty top Globalists at a harvest ball. 

October 18, 2028

Sigurd and sixteen warriors gun down one-hundred-eighty-eight top Globalist functionaries at a conference in Brussels. 

October 28, 2028

In reaction to Brussels, three-hundred top Globalist bankers hold an emergency meeting outside Berlin. From one half mile away, Daryl Johnson and Walter Durrant incinerate them all with a small guided missile.

These recent events effectively spell an end to organized plans for globalization, and pave the way for Libertarian Nationalism everywhere, including the United States.

November 8, 2028

Republican Roswell Benedict, is elected President of the United States, but on a ticket of explicit Libertarian Nationalism.

Second Amendment

Willie has always felt that anyone who would take away the natural right of the individual to protect family, home, and property is the worst type of national traitor regardless of the stated “intention” and should be Killed on sight by liberty loving Americans.

Years ago there was a case in a small Texas city where law enforcement officials decided to confiscate all the guns, door to door, from law abiding citizens. The leaders were very brutal about it, breaking in doors, roughing people up, and destroying private property. The regular officers didn’t believe they should be doing it, but had families to support and were at risk of losing their badges for insubordination.

Willie has just finished compiling the facts needed to put things right and has identified eleven key figures most to blame for what happened. He has also built a web page

urging Americans to kill anyone who violates the Second Amendment of the Constitution

May 4, 2035

Willie is allowing himself a two week vacation. Using fake ID with travel and lodging disguise, he catches an early flight to Texas, rents a car, and checks into a motel. Then he goes back out, changes into his activity disguise, and visits a hardware store. He makes a garrote from a piece of nylon rope, then spends the rest of the day visiting the addresses of targeted individuals hoping that unknown particulars may suggest an optimal sequence.

Late in the afternoon he unexpectedly encounters one of the targets, a subverted attorney heading home early. As Willie drives into the legal firm’s parking lot he spots the chap walking to his car. He slows, stops, pretends to be texting, then follows.

The attorney stops at a supermarket. As he walks towards the store, Willie speeds up and simply runs him down. There is the usual loud crunching of bones, but nobody sees. Down the road, Willie pulls over and inspects his car. No dents, no blood.

The next day, Willie visits the third floor office of the mayor. This is a tricky situation. With voice modulator, he asks the receptionist,

“Is the mayor here today?”

The receptionist says,

“Yes, he’s in his office, but is having a meeting with the Board of Selectmen. It could take quite  a while. Do you want to wait?”

Willie is delighted, but says,

“No, I was only going to ask him about when that meeting would occur and you have already answered that. Thanks. Good day.”

Willie walks outside, sees that the mayor’s office window is open, looks around, and scrambles fast up the side of the building like a spider on a bedroom wall. He slides the window screen aside and sees that besides the major he has three more of the targets. There is one young man who is not. Willie thinks that he was probably in high school when the treason occurred.

Before anyone can speak, Willie walks at normal speed to the young man, and knocks him out. Then at super speed he snaps the necks of the mayor and the three subverted selectmen. No security cameras. He finds the bathroom and washes his hands, walks back to the window, but the scene has changed.

There is a police car stopped next to the building with an unobstructed view of the office window. The cop is in no hurry, gets out, and is talking at length on a cellphone with his wife, facing away from the building. Willie looks around, jumps quietly to the ground behind some bushes. The cop is only twenty feet away, but doesn’t hear. Willie walks quickly around the corner of the building, then reemerges in normal fashion, walking briskly to his car. As he drives away he jokes to himself,

“Odin must be aiding me in this. I’ve hardly arrived in town, and have already nailed five

of these cocksuckers.”

He stops at a park. As he enjoys a small thermos of special recipe beef blood, he plays with the idea of taking the rest of the day off to visit area museums, but remembers that what he’s done already may tighten security around the remaining six so he had best do them immediately. They are all police officers.

Two of the six are at ground level in the east side police station. Willie enters and gets office numbers from the wall directory. Using a false stride, he walks down a hallway to the first hit, enters, rushes a captain, and breaks his neck. He comes back out, goes three doors further, and kills a sergeant with a knuckle punch to the throat. He’s at the far end of the building, so he looks outside, and exits via the window.

“Only four to go.”

he thinks as he drives to the west side station, a sister building to the first.

He parks, enters, and is disappointed to see one of the targets talking with the desk officer. He locates the other three and kills them all.

As he comes back to the lobby he sees his target still talking, but suddenly a phone behind the reception desk rings. As the officer turns and wheels his chair, Willie walks up and nails the target with a fatal larynx punch. The busy desk officer doesn’t notice the fellow on the floor until forty-five seconds after Willie exists the building.

On the way back to the motel Willie resumes his original travel disguise and loses the rest in a dumpster.

He reads until the evening news hour then turns on the television. Melbar Uhmdahl is exuberantly reporting the local news,

“Across our city today there has been a rash of eleven killings of municipal officials, including a prospective district attorney, the mayor, three selectmen, and six police officers, specifically one sergeant, two captains, two lieutenants, and a commissioner. Security cameras have given us this view of a man who is the prime suspect because he was seen at three of the locations during the times of the murders…”

The channel shows four segments of security tape. Most give little facial information, but Willie is very glad that he disguised his way of walking so effectively, because certain people pick up on how others move more than on anything else about them. The next morning Willie sends an email to the Governor of Texas explaining the reason for the cleanup. He simultaneously sends copies to twenty-three Texas media outlets. All the letters include the admonition that it would be wise not to rewrite anything he has said, because he is notifying so many others that the truth is bound to prevail. During the rest of the day he visits three area museums.

The next morning he flies back to Vermont.

As he is preparing dinner, Sage and Debbie come in. Sage smirks and asks with a deep western accent,

“How’s things down there to Texas? We heard there’s been some strong incentivizing afoot to show more respect for the 2nd Amendment.”

Willie grins,

“Yah, I heard that too.”

Labor Dispute

When Willie was in Texas driving around, he happened upon a Hispanic neighborhood where he saw Mexican flags aplenty, but no Stars and Stripes. He also noticed posters for a labor organization with a logo showing a fist raised in militant anger. At the bottom was a jeering crowd picture with nostalgic dialog captions, “Che, Olé!” and “Ave, Fidel!”

Some muchacho had added with a ballpoint,

“Texas is ours! Gringo go home!”

Willie knows the real history of Texas and is angry about this. He also contemplates what he has experienced and heard about all the dangerous medical situations deliberately created by hateful Hispanic clerical personnel to hurt European Americans.

On the Internet he finds the website for the labor organization in the poster. The text strongly implies that Hispanics should use violence against the “Anglos” if it will get them the job they want. It also mentions an upcoming all-day outdoor barbeque membership gathering on June 18.

Willie explores the barbeque venue, then procures two very accurate gas ejection mortars and plenty of ammo from his special source.

June 10, 2025

After dinner Willie speaks to Sage in private,

“I know I’ve stressed autonomy in revolutionary action, but I have an upcoming strike that will require two people with mortars.”

Sage is okay with this. but asks,

“Can we do practice shots with dummy warheads first?”

Willie is delighted,

“Yes, I bought six dummies. We can do it in the back field Saturday morning at 8:00 A.M. if that works for you. Practice is important on this because the job will have us targeting a large gathering of people from opposite positions each three hundred feet away. If we overshoot, we’ll hit each other.”

Sage says,

“I agree. We need to practice.”

Saturday Morning  8:05 A.M.

Sage and Willie are four hundred feet apart at opposite ends of the biggest Darien field not visible from the road. Each has a three foot circular target placed fifty feet short of the other shooter.

The mortars are very easy to use. Aiming registers and sets the distance, then calibrates and sets the angle. Willie goes first. There’s a strong breeze. He decides to ignore it. His dummy warhead hits the edge of the circle.

Not a bullseye, but close enough.

Sage goes next. She notices Willie’s result, compensates for the breeze, and hits dead on center. Willie gives a thumbs up, grabs his equipment, and walks to her. He says,

“We’re okay with this. We can save the rest of the dummies for something more complex in the future.”

It’s a cool day. They feel horny, get naked, fool around in the woods for a while, go back to the house, and study satellite pictures of the venue. They locate the places where they’ll set up the mortars and plan their escape routes.

June 18, 2035 Texas 11:36 A.M.

The barbeque is well underway. Willie and Sage have been watching for twenty minutes. Not only does it look like everybody has arrived, but two couples have already left. Willie says, 

“Let’s do it. Only a light breeze today. We need to synchronize watches so as to be aimed and ready by 11:48. I’ll shoot first, one third of the way into the crowd from the building. You follow the minute you hear my shell leave, one third into the crowd from the fence.

Willie’s projectile hits on target, followed two seconds later by Sage’s. Trabajero arms and legs go flying everywhere.

On the late morning breeze augmented by the mournful cry, “Madre de Dios, por favor ayúdanos!” is borne something more than just the smell of barbequing beef.  

Epiphany

A certain part of Debbie’s psyche thrilled with admiration when Willie drowned the 36,000 invaders last year. In her subconscious mind the event has developed a momentum of its own that has been accelerating each day to ever higher velocity.

Last night Debbie dreamt of herself as a warrior maiden in early Norse times, proficient with sword and axe. One day her province is invaded from the south by foul mouth raping savages. She rides into battle and experiences a transformation, becomes the perfect Valkyrie berserker. For what seems like hours she impales, chops, and cleaves. Enemies fall in great numbers before her. Their heads, arms, and legs litter the ground at her feet.

Victorious, she stands before a polished metal shied and sees the reflection of herself, armor drenched in blood. She feels week and passes out. When she awakens, she is in bed, clean, well-rested, and very hungry. Willie is at her side. He kisses her, takes her hand, and they attend a sumptuous banquet where all the great warriors of the battle are honored in a ceremony. In special tribute to those fallen, Willie reads aloud a poem of Libertarian Warrior inspiration for future wars: 

“Our swords are honed for battle,

Loins girded with bright mail.

The Winds of Thor will guide our ships,

And fill our painted sails.

Ravens aloft, Wolves at my side,

I'll hue and flail and brand.

Berserker till the end of days,

Then rest my blood stained hand.

Diamond Stars will light the way,

Moon silver from afar.

Sun shine once more on golden shore,

Of cold bright Valhalla.”

Debbie awakens with total recall of the dream. She understands the significance and writes it down quickly so that it will not be lost.

At breakfast she cannot help look at Willie with greater than usual fondness. He notices and asks,

“Debbie, what’s up. You like this shirt?”

She says,

“Yah, but I had an awesome dream last night. You were in it. We were…”

Willie’s no fool. He interrupts and says,

“Tell me alone later.”

Debbie gives Willie a Witch look that suggests business first, followed by personal delight involving all five senses, and says,

“Good idea. Visit my room after dinner.”

Visualization

Debbie has another dream. This time she’s a full Valkyrie flying above a huge ship laden with scowling Islamic men on the way to invade her town. They’re looking up at her, shaking their fists, and making obscene gestures. She circles around, removes a skin of flammable oil from her bag, swoops down, sprinkles the deck, and the cook fire at the far end. This ignites the oil and soon the ship is engulfed in flame. The invaders jump into the sea.

The porpoises who patrol this coastline know who these vile psychopathic savages are and make short work of them, the same way they do with sharks. Using their powerful tails they circle away, turn, swim back at great speed, and with their snouts, ram the ribcages of the floundering men. The invaders drown fast.

Debbie is delighted with her aquatic friends and sings to the porpoises as they swim along looking up at her from fifty feet below.

In the distance Debbie sees three other invading ships ablaze. The dream ends with Willie at her side and another victory banquet. 

When Debbie wakes up, she records the dream and with a flash of insight remembers a friend she knew at Wellesley who was both a licensed pilot and radical Libertarian. Debbie plans a visit to see Pamela, telling her only,

“I have a hypothetical situation to discuss with you that could have great potential for striking against Globalist tyranny in America. It needs to be in person. No phones. No letters.”

July 22, 2035

There is another huge boatload of illegal Islamicists coming into Boston in two days. It will have small boats in escort, but no helicopters until the last twenty-five miles

Debbie has the necessary explosives and one Law’s Rocket in hand. She takes them with her to visit the friend. She’s nervous, but thrilled. Let’s just hope the friend can see her vision.

Ocean Flight

July 23, 2035

The two friends are sitting in a park well away from other people. Debbie has decided that before she discloses her plans to Pamela, it would be wise to ask her a few questions.

“Pam, do you remember the sinking of the boat with 36,000,000 illegal Islamists last year.”

Pam looks surprised,

“Are you kidding? The slave media talked of nothing else for a week. They turned it into a three-month news magazine of fake racism, with rehash interviews of every false victim of ‘white racism’ in Boston over the past ten years. Very consciousness raising.

“Boris Pilos organized a forty-eight-hour candlelight vigil for the what he called “our fallen friends.” He had PALPAP thugs harass the small group of counter demonstrators. One kid received a skull fracture and the paid-off police did nothing.”

Debbie likes what Pam has said so far and now asks her the main question,

“Do you approve the sinking of the ship in the first place?”

Again Pam looks surprised,

“Of course, I told you a long time ago, I’m a Darwinist Libertarian. The people who died were subhumans invading our country. They should all be killed.

July 24 10:14 A.M.

It’s a fine cool sunny day. Pam and Debbie are flying low over the Atlantic Ocean. The single Law’s Rocket is strapped under the plane inconspicuously with a hand-held cable release in the cockpit for Debbie, to be used only if attacked by helicopters scheduled to make escort at 11:00 A.M. The risk of this is lessened by an onboard scrambler to block the ship’s radios and cell phones, but the girls did leave a bit later than planned and are

now hoping it won’t become a problem.

As they reach forty-five miles off-shore they see the ship another eighteen miles further to the east. Pam speeds up. When they get close Pam drops the altitude to eighty feet.

Debbie has five powerful bombs with magnetic attachment and detonators which she can set like an egg timer to thirty seconds just before she drops each one out the cockpit door. Three bombs should suffice. The other two are for contingency.

They’re over the bow. Debbie drops the first bomb. Forward momentum carries it to midship before it hits. After fifteen long seconds, which seem like an eternity, it blows. The damage is significant. People appear on deck.

Pam wheels back and comes in again. This time Debbie sets the timer at twenty seconds and drops the bomb over the water just before they reach the bow. It lands ten feet in from the edge and goes off five seconds later. This time the damage is more productive because the ship is letting in water.

Pam turns, comes back, and Debbie does the same thing, but a bit closer for the stern, to allow for the forward momentum of the ship. Perfecto! Another water letter. The ship is burning and sinking at the same time.

Pam speeds fast back towards the coast. This is good because a shooter appears on deck, As he starts to aim, he decides not to waste bullets, but instead try to save his own life. He fails in this. All of the invaders and crew are now well on the way to Davey Jones’ Locker.

Pam and Debbie look proudly at each other. The pilot is the first to speak,

“I’m no bombing expert, but it seems to me that what you did with adjustments under pressure was very good military field work. You could work for the Civil Air Patrol.”

Debbie smiles and says,

“Yah, they’re okay. A few years ago it would have been their helicopters escorting invaders in at the twenty-five-mile point…”

She stops dead as Pam points forward at a single approaching helicopter heading straight at them. Pam says,

“Attention Gunner, Law’s Rocket at the ready?”

Debbie with finger on the cable release,

“Aye, Captain. You understand air speeds better than I do. Just say when.”

Pam waits till the last second and says,

“Fire!”

The minute Pam sees the rocket heading on target, she veers sharply to the right. The helicopter explodes like an atomic bomb.

Debbie’s surprised at the size of the explosion.

“Wow, I’d rather have ten smaller ones programed to fan out and hit ten targets. How come only one copter?”

“A routine patrol. The escort guys hopefully aren’t even aware of us yet, because nobody was able to call them.

The girls make it safely back, remove the rocket launcher and scrambler, then head to a restaurant with a giant TV news monitor, to enjoy the story-at-sea reporting and public reaction, over a fine lunch.

As they watch the subverted news and eat, a pretentious grief-stricken woman calls out, “Why must there be such hate in the world?”

Debbie says,

“Madam, are you aware that Islamic Sharia Law says that it’s right and just for men to rape women and children?”

The woman looks affronted and replies,

“Oh. I don’t believe that for a minute. I know the nicest Islamic woman at work…”

Debbie smiles indulgently and says,

“It’s not a matter of belief. You just need to read more, such as Summary of Sharia Law and Four Stages of Islamic Conquest in the website New World Order: Seek and Destroy! Better still, read the entire website. Then tell good Americans that you want to allow that subhuman filth in our country. To have and preserve a truly free society people need to be well informed. Your gentle friend at work is just part of Islam’s first wave.”

The woman’s moron husband says,

“Sounds like conspiracy theory to me.”

Debbie asks the man, 

“Why do you think that what you haven’t read about is merely theoretical? That would be almost everything.”

The man blinks. Debbie winks.

At dinner, Willie sings softly,

“Like a Seagull…

… wheel and scream.” 

Then he and the other Witches look at Debbie,

Willie says,

“The full Valkyrie alright. And sixty-three miles at sea. Did you get air sick?”

Debbie says,

“Please Willie, not at the table.”

Library Scuffle

St. Johnsbury is a pleasant peaceful place, but is just large enough to have invading drug dealers from the outside and a small transient population of totally worthless people who think they can do anything they want and get away with it. Such people often seek shelter from boredom or the weather in public places like a town library.

August 8, 2035 10:36 A.M.

There is a very grimy looking fellow about twenty-five-years-old sitting at one of the reading tables eyeballing Wendy as she takes a cartful of books into the back room for sorting and redistribution to selves.

There’s nobody around. He gets up, looks to each side, enters the back room, and rushes Wendy before she can speak. When he reaches to grab her, she sees the foulness in his eyes, instinctively leaps into the air and kicks him in the face. This collapses his features and breaks his neck. He’s dead before he hits the floor.

Wendy is annoyed and perplexed by the awkwardness of this situation. She looks down at the dead man and thinks,

“There are no options because of the time of day and the place. People like this are found dead everywhere these days.”

She opens the door to the outside and looks at the dumpster thirty feet away. She’s aware that there is a clear view of it from a diner down the street. She also knows that the dumpster is nearly empty.

She covers the body with two huge plastic trash bags, runs at supersonic speed, tosses it into the dumpster, closes the lid, then back inside the library door. To someone looking it would seem that the dumpster lid was thrown up by wind and fell back down…but too fast. Happily, there was nobody looking.

There’s no mess in the back room. She quickly reenters the reading room, just as a woman with a small boy arrive and go straight to the large format dinosaur books. Wendy knows the woman and says hello. Then she puts the Will Return sign on the desk and visits the ladies room to tidy up imagined dishevelment.

She’s glad to see that she looks fine and resumes her normal daily activities, noticing throughout the afternoon her changing thoughts and feelings about this first kill.

That night at dinner she announces,

“I experienced first blood today, and I feel good about it.”

After she explains the event, Janet says,

“Wendy, I’m very proud of you and so is the Grim Reaper. Keep up the good work.”

Willie beams with delight.

The next morning the big red devil truck with horns upends the dumpster into the back of the truck and transports the body to the city dump with the rest of the trash.

Fire Angel

Wendy’s been enjoying the warrior feelings developing within her since the rapist creep at the St. Jay Library. She’s also been contemplating what Willie said about the necessity of destroying evil rather than subsidizing it with phony rehabilitation programs. She decides that it’s time for her to do a strike like the other members

of the family.

As a vampire, Wendy understands the idea of herself as a Blood Angel. After reading an account of Hilton Armstrong’s October 2026 roasting of one-hundred-sixty-three Globalist leaders with a flame thrower at a conference in New York, she feels a surge of admiration and inspiration, then then thinks to herself, “From Blood Angel to Fire Angel”

Even the small amount of direct disclosure about revolutionary activity among the family members has led to complete availability of ordnance to all members. Wendy procures a medium-duty flame thrower and asbestos suit from Willie’s source, and stores them in her bedroom closet. Just in time.

Although the current legal penalty for those convicted of crimes against children is death, this is not yet applied retroactively to those previously convicted of these crimes and later released from prison.

Wendy sees on the Internet that there’s going to be a meeting in New York City of over two-hundred-eighty registered sex offenders convicted of child molestation. The purpose is to discuss how to circumvent the limitations that registration puts on the ability to find employment, especially at childcare facilities.

Featured guest speakers will be members of Drag Queen Story Hour, those transgender monstrosities formerly brought in by subverted public schools to take little kids onto their laps and cuddle with them. Their premise is that transgenderism is an equal alternative lifestyle, and that it is their duty to make children aware of their opportunities in this regard and to feel relaxed and good about it.  Parents who object are dismissed as “haters.” The motto is

“Get them while they’re young.”

October 14, 2035   7:44 A.M.

Just before the building opens Wendy in heavy disguise enters carrying flame thrower and suit. She finds a place to hide and put on the suit. It’s a long wait but she brought a paperback to pass the time.

9:16 A.M.

All of the pedophiles are seated and the introductory speaker takes the podium,

“Good morning, friends and neighbors. We are proud to welcome Drag Queen Story Hour to this gathering and condemn the hate speech against them in the strongest possible terms. We stand firmly with New York’s LGBTQIA community against unwarranted intolerance.”

Wendy comes out of hiding, rushes at supersonic speed to the center of the hall, and ignites the flame thrower. The speaker sees her and freezes. Wendy aims at him, and shoots a fifty-foot tongue of flame. Then spinning rapidly with flame, she leaps thirty feet into the air. The effect is a vortex of fire that ignites everyone in the hall within five seconds. The beauty of this is very great.

The screams and shrieks are earsplitting as the pedophiles roll on the floor to no avail. Wendy lands gently. Outside she removes the suit, runs at supersonic sped to her car, puts the gear in the trunk, and drives away. She’s over three miles away before anybody is even aware of the attack.

On the way back to Vermont she stops at a diner and sees the television news bulletin. Three construction workers at the counter applaud. The waitress laughs and says,

“They got what they deserved.”

Wendy feels good, gets back late, and has her recipe cocktail in the kitchen.

Silence Broken

October 15, 2035

Last night Wendy had a chance to sleep on her flame thrower strike. Tonight at dinner she announces, mainly to Willie,

“I understand the value of autonomy in revolutionary resistance among people who are united only in purpose, but we’re a family, and I’ve done something for the revolution that I want to share fully with all of you. We already know the basics about each other’s strikes, but I also want to know details because I think it will be a good way to learn technique.

“Somehow I don’t see anybody living long enough to interrogate any of us about anything, nor do I see any polygraphs in our future. If any here object to further disclosure I’ll comply, but these are wonderful exciting days, and I think we would be enriched by sharing them.  What do you think, Willie?”

Willie looks around and sees agreement in the other Witches, then says,

“You’re right Wendy, but I want to add some thoughts. While the Olympic Games of Death are in small measure a competition between us, it’s important to remember that we are at best only servants of evolutionary destiny.

“We may have our own goals for personal fulfillment, but all that truly matters is what the children will be three hundred years from now. We’re doing it for them, not for ourselves.

“Of course, this doesn’t mean that we can’t feel good about it now and brag a little among friends. I knew this day would come, so I made a sequential list of our strikes. Let’s detail them in the order they happened, just one story each night with discussion. Also I think we should continue the policy of minimum or zero collaboration beforehand. It will keep us lean, mean, and innovative.”

All the Witches look very pleased.

Willie leads off with his account of the 36,000,000 drowned Islamicists. The Witches are enthralled by the details. Everyone at the table sleeps very well tonight and have colorful exciting dreams.

Festival Plans

November 4, 2035

At dinner Willie makes an announcement,

“Witches of My Heart, I’ve been contemplating an adventure involving all of us that will be both productive and fun. We print our own custom nametags, then in heavy disguise at high speed, enter the Sundance Film Festival.

“Once inside, using voice modulators, we circulate, meet our favorite celebrities, locate and dart all the extreme leftists on a list I will send each of you. There are links to pictures and personal particulars.

“I have a big supply of tiny poison darts that can be preloaded and fired in blowgun fashion from four inch cocktail straws. We can practice with nontoxic darts first. Of equal importance to accuracy is to aim and shoot without being noticed. Cheeks and neck are the best targets.

“The darts are very small and will not be felt because of strong topical anesthetic coating. The payload of poison is the dart itself, which dissolves quickly in the host body, but takes twelve days to work while the tiny entry wound heals. The first of the dead-droppers will be two days after the ten day festival ends and the poison will well be out of their systems at that point. Forensic people will go shithouse.”

“Before I send the list I’ll need to reconcile it with a guest list which I’ll have at a later date. The current list is one-hundred-eighteen. Let’s hope that one third that number will be attending. I’ll assign lists of specified targets

for each of us, to avoid duplication of effort. 

Sundance 2036

January 16, 2036  8:10 P.M.

Across the street from the Sundance venue Willie shares one last thought,

“If it’s difficult to dart our people individually, there might be a viable alternative. The motion of dancing couples is eccentric but also tends to be ignored by those nearby. It may be easier for each of us to dart our targets while dancing, but first let’s circulate and see.”

From the front door, the family can see inside. There’s already a good sized crowd. One at time, Willie and each of the Witches pass the entry kiosk at supersonic speed then penetrate to different points inside. Some of the guests seem surprised when, at the porphyry of their vision, someone seems to appear out of thin air, but in this age of hallucinatory flashbacks, such things are more easily dismissed than they would have been previously.

The family members begin to circulate proactively, the way hungry actors do, and seek out the people on their list.

Right away Willie spots Norm Chumpovitch and darts his right cheek just above the collar.

Almost at the same time, Sage darts the necks of Jon Cul-de-Sac and Borg Looney. They register her passing only because of beauty.

Debbie likes Pat Hayman’s films, but darts him anyway with a splendid side shot to the cheek, then almost immediately darts Sasha Mudd’s exposed left shoulder.

Wendy sees Sal Glenn and Sandra Dressing talking and semi-circles to get them both from the side. They seem slightly annoyed by her inappropriate proximity.

Janet darts Marsha Benton, then sneaks up behind Plexus Simmons for a high neck shot.

Some of the guests seem more gregarious and therefore harder to dart. Willie asks Sage to dance. As they move and talk, Willie darts Benny Flanders, then Mack Del Roco.

Sage spots Sol Kruger and asks Willie to steer in that direction. She scores, and also gets Lan Scones in passing. Willie was right, dancing does make it easier.

Now Willie dances with Debbie. He sees Suellen Sanderson and Don Glenn talking and darts them awkwardly. They notice and Don shrugs at Willie’s inexplicable behavior.

Debbie’s really cooking, gets Sammy Mitten, Opal Wildwood, and then consummates what Willie will later call “a dino-megalophilus of chicanery” with direct cheek shots to Berrum Zimbobo and his transgender husband Daniel.

Willie enjoys dancing close with Wendy. He gets Roxanne Watts. Wendy’s on fire and darts Goodie Harris, Sisk Mathias, and Prichard Trunkman with what can only be described as graceful bravado.

Finally Willie dances with Janet. She gives him a bad boner, but he still manages to dart Joe Stew. Then she steers him twice to dart Derick Bowler, then Conifer Aronson, too bad because she’s still a cutie.

While Willie dances with each Witch, the other Witches complete their lists. Sage nails Jim Roberts, Alex Balder, and Ophelia Winters. Debbie enjoys getting Veronica Huffman and Upchuck Shumann. Wendy happily expunges Jared Zakwood and Calvin Holmes as Janet obliterates Jose Billings and Harvey Lussier.

The family sleeps late the next morning, As they enjoy an superb breakfast. Willie says,

“I can’t believe how well we did. There were only two on the list not present. We got the other thirty-four. I think we’re okay. What would you think of two days of skiing with two films each night, instead of more tedious mixers?”.

Sage says, “How about three days of skiing?”

Willie and the other Witches agree.

January 20,  2036

In late afternoon the family arrives home. They unpack, dine, and retire early. The next day they resume their normal routines, but eagerly check the TV news every day.

January 28, 2036

Finally on the early evening TV news come reports of the first unexplainably dead. The family is thrilled as they watch the story slowly unfold on their giant television.

January 29, 2036

They take the day off. The reports keep coming in. By diner all thirty-four, plus one gay suicide in reaction to the others have been reported.

The police have no idea why any of these people have died, but have informed the media that study of recent activity has placed all the deceased at the first night party for Sundance. They are quarantining family members and others having recent contact with the victims

Police Chief Seamus O’Drulehan continues,

“We’ve studied security camera footage for the entire event and found nothing unusual except that in one instance a young woman near the entry door late in the evening seemed to just  disappear. She was at the extreme left of the image. We viewed the segment again in slow motion. It shows her take one step out of the field of view. Why this doesn’t appear at normal speed has been dismissed by the Sundance security people as a glitch in their camera function.”

TV shows the segment. The girl is just barely recognizable as Wendy. Willie smiles lovingly,

“Look, it’s true. I’ve heard there are serious little cuties at Sundance…. Now we have to upgrade our rules. When we enter or exit, we need to be outside of camera view. However, since most cameras are hidden, the best real world adaptation of this ideal is to not use fast movement at all unless the alternatives are worse, and when using it, to keep the travelled distance to a minimum. In this instance, to start and stop as near to the entry as possible when entering and leaving.

“Wendy did very well in this regard, but they spotted her anyway. We were all close to the door when we entered, but penetrated to different points inside. I’m surprised their cameras didn’t also catch any of us suddenly appearing. Probably it was blocked by other people, so in future a middle path may hide us from cameras at both sides, but it won’t from any that are elevated or overhead.”

Two survivors of the first night party see this TV report and ruminate about their personal experiences in seeming to see someone suddenly appear on the dance floor. Both suspect a nefarious connection to the fatalities, so in the interest of personal survival they decide not to come forward about it.

Trafficking

February 3, 2036

Willie’s been doing some chilling research. At breakfast he feels both sad and angry as he passes out a printed sheet to the Witches, saying solemnly,

“I’m giving you this now in hopes of discussing it at dinner. The first essay is a few years old from the WLO site. The second is brand new. Please don’t let anyone see you reading either”

Human Trafficking: A Few Facts

Victims: 

Children and adults for sex, labor, and service

Statistics:

Human trafficking is a $150 billion industry worldwide, the third largest international crime industry after illegal drugs and arms trafficking.

80% is sexual exploitation

19% is labor exploitation

25% are children

75% are women and girls The International Labor Organization claims that there are 40.3 million living victims of human trafficking worldwide.

The U.S. State Department says that, 600,000 to 800,000 people are trafficked across international borders every year.

Between 14,500 and 17,500 people are trafficked into the U.S. each year.

The International Labor Organization estimates that women and girls represent the largest share of forced labor with 11.4 million trafficked (55%) compared to 9.5 million (45%) men.

The U.S. Department of Labor identifies 148 different products from 75 countries made by forced labor.

In 2017, one out of seven runaways reported to the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children were child sex trafficking victims.

Of these, 88% were in the care of social services or foster care when they ran away.

Eighty percent of children sold into sexual slavery are under 24, some as young as six.

The average age for the sex trade in the U.S. is 12 to 14 years old. Many of the runaway girls were sexually abused as children.  At this writing, there is one internet pedophile ring in the U.S. with 70,000 members. 

Five noteworthy points about Globalist pedophile trafficking:

- the tens of thousands of people involved

- the high rank and tremendous wealth of many of the participants

- the activities, especially torture, mutilation, blood drinking, and gourmet cannibalism

- the involvement of those we should be able to trust, like CIA, Vatican, United Nations

- the automatic protection of participants by subverted government officials and media

Most human trafficking in the United States occurs in New York, California, and Florida.

California has three of the FBI’s highest child sex trafficking cities in the nation: Los Angeles, San Francisco and San Diego.

The National Human Trafficking Hotline receives more calls from Texas than any other state, 15% from the Dallas-Fort Worth area.

Trafficking plays a major role in spread of HIV. 

30,000 victims of sex trafficking die each year from abuse, disease, torture, and neglect.

Sudanese phrase: “use a slave to catch slaves.” Traffickers send “broken-in girls” to recruit younger girls into the sex trade.

Sex traffickers often train girls themselves, first raping, then teaching them sex acts.

71% of trafficked children become suicidal.

UNICEF estimates that 300,000 children younger than 18 are currently trafficked to serve in armed conflicts worldwide. Often they serve as suicide bombers.

Traffickers target victims on the telephone, the Internet, through friends, at the mall, and through after-school programs.

Traffickers often work with corrupt government officials to obtain travel documents and seize passports.

Traffickers are increasingly taking pregnant women for the newborns. Babies are sold on the black market. The profit is divided between traffickers, doctors, lawyers, border officials.

People are trafficked for organ harvesting. 

Increasing numbers of trafficked children are being terrorized, drained of adrenalized blood, then prepared and eaten like piglets or turkeys.

Per capita, there are more human slaves in the world today than ever before in history.

Due to globalization, every continent of the world has been involved in human trafficking.

Slaves are cheaper than they have ever been in history. The population explosion has resulted in a huge supply of potential workers. Globalization has created a mindset and environment where people are vulnerable and easily enslaved.

Worldwide, average cost of a slave is $90.

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Sex Slavery Today

The trend in human trafficking for sex slavery has been to abduct very young girls and keep them well-nourished and in good health to get a maximum period of use, up to sixteen years, before murdering them.

The sheer numbers of beautiful young girls travelling abroad today, however, has changed that mode of operation considerably. Now the slavers can round up so many girls so easily that they are taking women up to thirty-two

years of age, and keeping them nourished intravenously in a semi-conscious state. This results in an average use period of about six months before they die of organ failure.

Some houses even keep the dead girls a while for necrophiliacs. At first they experimented with embalming, but the smell of formaldehyde was offensive to the clientele.

As it turns out, there are three kinds of necrophiliac customer. First are the proactive ones who have contact with the girl. Second are those who like act bossy and pretend to kill the girl first before partaking. Both want the girls newly dead. The third type merely wants to get naked and masturbate in the presence of a dead woman. These fellows aren’t as fussy about freshness, some are even aroused by l'odeur de mort.

The acceptable degrees of decomposition are referred to respectively by the slavers as Camembert and Limburger.

With all the dead girls, the in-house chaps who periodically clean and finally dispose of the bodies, usually manage to negotiate an overtime pay rate for their macabre duties. It’s not exactly union employment, so they must show situational humility and appeal to tough-minded empathy.

Because of drunken braggadocio, it’s difficult to keep an operation like this under wraps for long, so the upper level police are paid off not to do any follow-up on reports.

The traffickers understand that there are varying levels of evil, so they placate the police by claiming that the girls are treated well and released after three months, without ever knowing where they were housed. In fact most of the girls in this type of operation are kept on sedative intravenous and die within six months.

To lessen the number of police notifications, and as part of the sales pitch about youthful freshness, the customers are also told that the girls are released in good health and replaced after three months.  

Warehouse

By dinnertime the Witches have read both essays. Willie says,

“I’ve located a very busy sex slave center in New York City. There are more than one-hundred-eighty girls available to the international clientele, housed in a former warehouse. The customers can even hide their cars inside the truck loading bays. Service is prepaid by appointment only.

“This place has guys with walkie-talkies and machine guns. We need to go at high speed the whole time until all the employees and customers are dead. We are very nimble, but I’m planning to wear a carbon fiber vest.

“In fighting, creative spontaneity is important. I’m going to watch one or two Bruce Lee movies between now and our strike date.

“The keywords here are quiet and bloodless. From behind I like a neck snap or back break, from the front, a Thor’s Hemmer punch to the forehead, a knuckle punch to the larynx, or Viking Death Touch to the Solar Plexus.

“We can untie the girls once the enemies are dead, and will need to get the security tapes in hand before we call in retired Navy Seals and the FBI. We can view the tapes later.”

Next day the family begins preparation for the strike, including the purchase of fiber vests.

February 12, 2036  2:14 P.M.

Willie and the Witches, at high speed, one by one, like a SWAT team, enter the secured area to a point with a full view of the warehouse. Each has a small pinch bar sheathed at their side for fast quiet door opening.

A lone security guard with holstered pistol is grabbing a smoke in an open utility room doorway. Willie indicates him, and suddenly is behind the poor fellow, snaps his neck, pulls him into the room, exits, closes the door, and is back in eight seconds. The Witches see the neck breaking technique the same way mortals would see at normal speed. Wille recaps,

“Don’t forget, machine guns are best avoided despite our advantages. We need to stay at high speed so they will never know what’s happening to them even as we are doing it.

”Looks like there’s only one entrance. I’ll go first with Sage right behind in case I need backup taking out entry people.”

Willie goes fast. The door is locked so he rings the bell. A guy opens the slot and peeps out. Willie says in a relaxed believable voice,

“Traffic jam. I have a two o’clock upstairs. Sorry I’m late.”

The guy opens the door. Willis breaks his skull with a Thor’s Hammer. Sage arrives just as the guy hits the floor. There are no other security people. They kill four people in the office at supersonic speed to prevent anyone pressing under desk alarms as in banks. Then they run upstairs. Willie goes left. Sage goes right.

In the meantime Debbie has followed quickly into the downstairs left just ahead of Janet who takes the downstairs right.

Wendy is in charge of the long waiting room and cafeteria behind the entry desk. She has to go especially fast because, in the big open area, the soon-to-be victims see her appearing and disappearing with the first victims falling to the floor. Because their confused astonishment slows their reaction time, Wendy is able to nail them all before any pistol or phone is drawn.

Most customers are on top in bed, so they are grabbed from behind, get their necks snaped, and are thrown to the floor.

When Willie and the Witches encounter security people, most are standing and are usually given a Thor’s Hammer or larynx knuckle punch. None of them ever get a chance to fire a shot or trigger an alarm.

It takes a full eleven minutes to kill all the men in the building and the two female madams. This is because most customers lock the door.

Willie goes back to the office to retrieve the security tapes while the Witches release the victims. Sage and Debbie start to take girls off the intravenous hookups. Wendy and Janet watch, then do it themselves. Each takes the same corridor as previously.

Freeing all the girls takes thirty two minutes. Most are semi-conscious and some start to wake up. Willie and the Witches explain that law enforcement and medical people are on the way and that they will soon be free to return home. Some start to cry and need reassurance and a little hug or two.

Using a voice modulator, Willie telephones the Navy Seals, then later before leaving, the FBI. He sequences the calls this way because the Seals are loving committed activists and will get the entire matter in hand very quickly.

Later the FBI will arrive, who of course, have proper authorization, but also an annoying tendency to act inappropriately official and bossy because of this.

Willie leaves the police completely out, because some of them have been taking payoffs from the slavers, and the entire force will need to be investigated.

The family goes back to their hotel and proudly watches the TV news, noticing that the New York channels tell all about what happened, with scarcely a mention by CNN

or any of the subverted national stations.

One of the Seals is interviewed and says,

“Somebody took the security camera tapes, so we don’t really know what happened here. The slavers had machine guns, but a small unit of capable heroes somehow took out all of them without anybody even firing a shot, some kind of Ninja training. The captive girls separate descriptions of rescuers add up to one man and four women. They didn’t even carry guns. I’d sure like to have people like this working with us full time.”

Willie and the Witches spend three more days in New York. They go shopping, visit the American Museum of Natural History, and sadly lament their dietary restrictions

as they walk past many splendid restaurants in going from place to place.

The second night after they arrive home they watch the security tapes slowed way down to normal human speed.

Willie is so happy he can hardly speak, but finally decides to have a little fun with his Witches. With a sarcastic chuckle,

“Wendy, you better work on that backbreak or these jokers will kick our asses us next time.”

Wendy looks pouty, then sticks out her tongue at Willie. Cute like Shirley Temple.

“Janet, I have to say that is the most tepid, limp-wristed knuckle punch I’ve ever seen.”

because it not only ruptured the slaver’s larynx, but dislodged his skull from the spinal column.

Janet beams and replies,

“Just wait till I get you in bed, Willie.” 

For the Future

March 20, 2036

At dinner Willie makes an announcement:

“It’s time for a general cleanup worldwide. I propose that tomorrow night after our usual Equinox working, we follow with Ritual für den Tod targeting subhumanity generically by race: Africans, Jews, Mestizos, Islamicists, Hindustani beggars, southeast Asians, and anyone left with IQ of 94 or less. Also anyone guilty of unjust encroachment

of any kind against others.

“The idea is to evoke natural consequences for cumulative unredressed injustice, usually involving ongoing parasitic exploitation of genetically superior host populations.

“I’m aware that there are a small percentage of good people in all these groups. I am also confident that if they could see ahead to the fine consequences of our actions, they would gladly sacrifice themselves as an unavoidable necessary part of the process.”

Wendy says,

“Willie, I understand the effect of this ritual on our own subconscious resolve, but do you think that it will have workability beyond that?”

Willie says,

“I think we need to remember that there are a good many other groups, some possibly more powerful than our own, doing the same things ritually that we are doing, just as there are others doing similar strikes on the earth plane. We might think of it simply as adding psychic momentum to the zeitgeist of this period.”

Wendy sees his point. He also adds,

“And as we know arcane workings, properly performed, are often effective in ways that nobody, even the practitioners, understand.”

March 21, 2036

At eleven minutes to Solar Noon the family, robed in dark blue, begin the working, the effects of which will start soon and progress to fruition over the next eight years. 

Ritual LNR

Ne~ OYE 4

Road to Valhalla

February 12, 2017

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Preliminaries

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I. Rejoicing in the Sun

Ne~  3  CO

December 23, 1995

The Witch House

Lake Wildwood, California

Solar Noon

"Hail unto thee from the labors of Morning!

Thou who befriendeth Thor in thy triumphing!"

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II. Assumption of the Form of Odin

Vibration of the Name of Odin

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III. Tracing Circle of White Flame

to the Four Quarters

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IV. Ringing of Bell Three Times

to the Four Quarters

Salutation to Odin:

"I ride the Steed of Darkness

and wield the Sword of Light.

Bright Autumn lights my weary way

And Odin knows I'm right."

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V. Statement of Purpose:

“Elimination worldwide of

Falsehood, Collectivism, Globalism

Elimination of Subhumans generically:

Africans, Jews, Mestizos, Islamicists,

Hindustani Beggars, Southeast Asians,

all those remaining with IQ of 94 or less, rapists, snuff and child porn video makers, kidnappers, pedophiles, torturers, batterers, thrill and serial killers, those who steal, vandalize, meddle, slander, cheat, or show callous disregard for the natural right of

others to the quiet private unmolested enjoyment of their lives.”

Drinking of the Mead of Inspiration

Conjuration Towards Desired End:

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Ritual für den Tod

"Rise those who despise the weak

Spare none and ride proudly

on the winds of death"

~ Immortal ~

This is a spur for the preservation of the

Nordic Race, a declaration of war against

sub-humanity everywhere and against

racial outlanders in Nordic territories:

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Portent of Victory

"We shall ride triumphantly

through the streets in bright armor,

upon white horses, the corpses of these

impotent weakling slaves of darkness

lining the walkways at each side,

their blood running out and

filling the gutters at our feet! 

"Then shall begin their conversion

into ash for our fields,

and the recasting by fire

of their holy chalices and idols,

of gold under Sun,

of silver under Moon,

from icons of shame and meekness

into gleaming images of Truth. 

"And we shall fashion their holy places

into strongholds of voluptuousness,

their skulls will adorn the rafters

and gaze down upon us

as we enjoy our naked women

upon their holy altars."

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 Drama of Senses on All Planes:

“Libertarian Nationalist Revolution”

Bone Pointing of Main Population Areas

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Restatement of Purpose:

“Elimination worldwide of

Falsehood, Collectivism, Globalism

Elimination of Subhumans generically:

Africans, Jews, Mestizos, Islamicists,

Hindustani Beggars, Southeast Asians,

all those remaining with IQ of 94 or less,

rapists, snuff and child porn video makes, kidnappers, pedophiles, torturers, batterers,

thrill and serial killers, those who steal, vandalize, meddle, slander, cheat, or show callous disregard for the natural right of others to the quiet private unmolested enjoyment of their lives.”

Consignment to Flame

Ringing of Bell Three Times

to the Four Quarters

"In Furtherance of the New Aeon.

Love is the Law, Love Under Will.

Hail unto the Aesir and Vanir!

Hail unto the Alfar!

Hail Yggdrasil!"

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Commencement of Actualization