As usual, Globalist bankers have been trying to crash the US economy. In anticipation of violent public retaliation, especially in the vast Los Angeles basin, once again they have ordered the presence of, this time, forty thousand NATO troops in the Arizona Dessert. Most of US troops, are away in the Persian Gulf area on the usual Globalist errands.

July 12, 2022 5:20 A.M.

Rodman Berghofer has somehow managed to obtain a small, short-half-life, nuclear warhead deliverable with an equally small ICBM.

The Wehrwolf unit is encamped in the mountains over three hundred miles away from the NATO installation. They are just finishing a superb breakfast of pork loin wrapped in Alder smoked bacon, served with hot buttered spätzle, asparagus, and cold cranberry juice.

Kahl comments to Berghofer,

“This is very good. You are quite a chef. One would not expect better in a fine hotel.”

“Thank you, Werner. Until subhumanity and their exploiters are defeated, the world at large must be our hotel, but there is no reason to let them rob us of our joy in living, just because they have thrown away their own.”

The unit gets everything together quickly for a rapid departure. Two of the men carry the tiny missile into position. Berghofer lines it up to the coordinates for launching, then says to Werner,

‘Let her go.”

Werner presses the button and off she goes, forming a gentle arch, which also curves slightly with the earth spin. It takes just a few seconds, then they see the flash, with the orange afterglow of a tiny mushroom cloud rising in the distance from the desert floor.

Berghofer sighs,

“It’s a pity to do this. I have a foolish, but well intentioned, young cousin who fights for NATO. I hope he is not among them. Someday the transformative portion of our great work will be done. After that all we must do is be vigilant and never allow things to get this badly out of hand ever again. We are outnumbered, but we will be the winners. Liberty is right, and right makes might.”