Legal Treason

A traitor falsely elected President, sponsors a plan to give amnesty to twenty-two million illegal aliens, return those previously deported and also give them amnesty, then to ban the term illegal alien as “dehumanizing.” Official double-speak for his Globalist effort to kill jobs for real Americans is called the plan to “build back better.”

In the wake of this treason, there arises massive opposition within and outside of government, then a tacit compromise.

In 2025, government still officially condones illegal immigration, but there is a private movement to defend the borders already in place unopposed by government except rhetorically in press releases.

Girl on a Bike

Jan 2, 2025

Jane is nineteen, beautiful, and pre-med at the University of Arizona. Today she is riding her bicycle to class.

Juan and Luis are illegal immigrants from Mexico who support themselves by theft and drug dealing. As they drive around a bend in the road in Juan’s Chevrolet Camaro, they see Jane up ahead, and look at each other.

Luis growls, “Hombre, sexo esta noche!”

Juan guffaws as he slows down to just the right speed. Nobody is around. As they come close, Juan cuts the wheel hard and the bumper hits Jane. She falls. Her left leg is broken.

Juan stops abruptly, gets out, and opens the trunk. Luis wheels the bicycle out of sight into the woods. Then they grab Jane, who is crying uncontrollably, carry her over to the car, and throw her in the trunk.

Luis says,

“Wassa matter, Gringo bitch, you doan like Mexicans?”

They laugh as Juan closes the trunk.

It’s 1:04 P.M. so they stop for lunch at a fast food outlet. Then they drive around, play games at two video arcades, then a round of miniature golf. At 5:32 they stop for dinner,

and head back to their apartment.

Jane is in agony from her broken leg as the sexual attack begins. They tie her down on one of the beds. Luis says,

“Hombre, get a look at these nipples. I sure wish we had some wasps.”

Luis shrugs, then lights up a big cigar and puts burns on each of Jane’s nipples.

“Hey, you like that, Bitch? No milk for babies, now, never-to-be Gringo mama!”

As Jane cries uncontrollably, they take turns raping her all night. In the morning, just before dawn, they drive her out and dump her in the nearby river. She is the forth girl that Juan and Luis have murdered in the past two years.

When Jane is found there are thirty-seven cigar burns all over her body and her throat has been cut. Her parents and eleven year old brother are numb with grief, and mourn her for the rest of their lives.

January 3, 2025

At the university today, throngs of doped-up, dumbed-down students attend a special lecture The Blessings of Multiculturalism in America. 

The Staircase

Jan 8, 2025 Border crossings are now one of America’s central topics. A young white chap named Mike is attending college in Southern Nevada.

Practically every day when he enters the main computer lab, a crazy displaced African girl shouts insults and threats at him as he passes her kiosk. One day, she picks up her keyboard and, glaring angrily at him, begins striking the computer with it.

When Mike mentions this behavior to a black female lab monitor, she replies indulgently,

“Did it ever occur to you that maybe she’s trying to tell you something?”

Mike thinks to himself,

“The outlander agenda includes even the insane among them.”

At this time, there is a hostile drug-dealing black element here who often listens to music turned up loud. One day, when a young white lab monitor asks them to use headphones they threaten to beat up him in the parking lot.

During the first semester, Mike witnesses a great  many other unjust things like this, not specifically directed at himself.

On one occasion, a young black boy comes into the lab dribbling a basketball, looking around defiantly to see if anyone will challenge the rightness of his behavior. When anybody does, he loudly accuses them of “racism.”

Another time, a young black lesbian is sitting on the lap of her girlfriend, singing at the top of her lungs. Her primitive serenade resounds throughout the entire lab. A middle aged white man doing medical research, comes over and speaks politely,

“Excuse me ladies. This lab is for quiet study. Don’t you think that one of the music rooms in the next building might be more appropriate as a venue for singing?” 

The young singer sneers savagely, raises her voice, and replies viciously,

“Excuuuse me?”

The man replies, now a bit more firmly,

“Miss, if you don’t stop the encroachment immediately, I’ll be forced to call security.”

They stop, darting threatening looks at him for the next two hours, before they leave.

On another occasion, a disabled white man falls asleep at his computer. Two young black men in hoodies, come in for their weekly stroll through. When they see the sleeping man, they walk up quietly and steal his wallet. The man has been saving money for eighteen months to buy things he badly needs. All this money is in in the wallet. He reports the theft, but is told that the security cameras have insufficient resolution to actually identify anybody.

During all this, Mike is taking a writing workshop where the students read, then write comments, on each other’s short stories.

A belligerent Mexican girl writes a true story about how she, her family, and a neighboring family illegally crossed the U.S. border. During the discussion, she adds colorful extra detail,

“We were only a mile into the country and were scared when a peanut butter truck approached and slowed down. The driver stopped, got out, and asked if we wanted a ride. He opened the back of the truck, we got in, and breathed a sigh of relief, because he said he was going to let us off at a place fifty miles into the country way beyond the point where anyone seeing us would suspect that we had crossed illegally.”

One comment made, not by Mike, is,

“Interesting story, but I don’t like the indignant tone of entitlement, and disagree with the premise that it’s right to enter a free sovereign nation illegally. I also question the wisdom of speaking so openly about it in this class.”

Very nervously, the girl hastens to interject,

“Well, we applied for immigration right away and are all completely legal now... as of three years ago.”

The next day, Mike checks up on this, and finds that she is not legally registered as a citizen of the United States. Previously, he was told by a friend, that she and her entire family are drug dealers who especially love to sell to “gringo” elementary school kids.

Three days later, Mike reads an article about the increasing number of illegal aliens from Africa, and the huge number of rapes of white women by them.

During the winter break, Mike contemplates many of the things he has seen and heard during the first semester, and concludes that there must be ongoing reprisal against all this by patriots acting independently. One day as he stands looking at the late afternoon clouds, a splendid idea begins to take shape.

Mike has noticed that the computer-smashing girl is in the habit of going out into the back staircase area, almost never used except during fire drills, to talk for long periods with someone on her cellphone. She leans against the mezzanine pipe-railing, which overlooks the long three story staircase shaft down to the hard floor of tiled concrete.

Mike has also observed that, for some reason, the Mexican invader girl, leaves the lab around 3:00 P.M. every day also by this unlikely back staircase. He further reasons that she probably walks right past the girl on the phone on most of these occasions.

One day early in the next semester, when the insane girl is on the phone, Mike watches as the Mexican girl leaves via the back door to the staircase. He walks briskly to the door, into the mezzanine area, and just as the Mexican girl reaches the top of the staircase, side-kicks her in the lower back with good follow through. She plunges down the third story steps breaking every bone in her body as she tumbles over and over.

Next, he whirls around, bends down sharply, grabs the insane girls ankles, lifts up, and slides her over the railing. She falls the full three stories, and all but splashes as she hits the floor sixty feet below.

As Mike re-enters the lab, the Mexican girl is already dead from internal injuries. Mike doesn’t know this yet, but isn’t very worried, because she didn’t see who did it.

Nobody hears anything, or even notices Mike go out and come back in. Now he goes out the front lab entrance, to the hall, and down on the elevator as he always does. The bodies are not discovered until nearly 9:00 P.M. by a security officer.

On the way home, Mike thinks to himself, using the gadfly vs. activist dichotomy,

“Well Mike-ie, you’re a real tough guy killing two defenseless women today. Are you proud of yourself?” 

“Yes. It’s about the world two-hundred years from now, Dick Brain, not about gender. If the law won’t stop them, individuals must.”

Sniper

February 14, 2025

From a high ridge, the sniper can see the first vulture arriving to feed on the crosser he shot just twenty minutes ago. Oh God, no! The man is lifting his arm in defense. He’s not dead!

The bird jumps on the man’s chest, plucks out his left eye like a chocolate covered cherry, swallows it down in a gulp, then takes the right eye. The man is screaming in agony, then goes into shock, before dying.

Says the sniper, looking up as if the crosser were already in the next world,

“I’m sorry, Amigo. I can’t let you invade my country, but I would never do this to you deliberately. Please forgive me.”

Normally the sniper would use poisoned bullets, but it would kill the vultures, nature’s volunteer cleanup crew. This fact mandates supreme accuracy. He will recheck his scope, and practice marksmanship on his next day off.

The crossers are spotted by a satellite network. The snipers on trailbikes, one every thirty miles, are shown the whereabouts on their dashboard screen. Very efficient, and far less expensive than a long ugly wall. 

Eagle Patrol

Libertarian Nationalists are also utilizing small, fast airplanes to patrol areas that can be less accurately viewed from satellites. Planes are equipped with accurate, easy to use, laser cannons on the underside of the fuselage.

February 22, 2025

Today, a San Salvadoran man and his eight brothers, alike as peas in pod excerpt for their different colored shirts and caps, are in a large inflatable raft about one third the way across a wide, but fairly still, portion of the Rio Grande.

A young member of Eagle patrol, spots them from a mile away. He veers the plane in their direction, accelerates, and in a long hawk-like swoop, laser guns them at full strength, from thirty feet overhead. Each of the men is instantly roasted alive and bursts into flame.

At this moment, hey resemble a row of synchronized self-igniting propane candles, used on long tables as a special effect at fancy dinner parties. The raft ignites as well, and soon the entire crew is on the river bottom.

Orientation

There is a pleasant new government center to welcome invaders who cross the United States southern border. They are given comfortable beds, good food, snacks, sports facility access, and the morning after they arrive, an encouraging orientation lecture.

March 4, 2025

Today is the first anniversary of the opening of this center. Yesterday, a large group of Latino invaders crossed the border and were directed here. They feel very contented in their new temporary home.

These coinciding circumstances just cry out for special guest appearances by two Congresswomen well known for their treasonous allegiance to IMF Banker friendly immigration policies. They support illegal crossing from the South and the United Nations forced immigration of Islamics from the East, especially Africa.

One-hundred-thirty-seven prospective immigrants are seated on folding chairs in the gymnasium. The introductory speaker has outlined the basic procedures for immigration, and now introduces the first guest speaker,

“… United States Congresswoman Alicia Diaz.”

She is well known in third world countries and is enthusiastically applauded,

“Welcome friends and neighbors from the South. I hope none of you have been insulted or abused in this government concentration camp.”

Many of the guests look at each other, wondering what in the world she is talking about. She continues,

“New arrivals are often cross examined about their intention to find work. Don’t you worry about anything. You are in America now. We are a rich country, and there is plenty of funding for everything and everybody.

“I know that many of you have had a very hard time recently because of bad trade policies that I personally did not support. I can see the exhaustion when I look at you.  Don’t worry ever again. If you don’t want to work, then don’t. Nobody can make you. If anyone tries, contact me immediately. Thank you.”

A few able-bodied middle aged men in the audience look a bit skeptical as to the true motivation here, but the rest applaud.

Now he original speaker returns to the podium,

“Thank you Congresswoman Diaz. Now for our second guest speaker, Congresswoman Hanna Bopar.”

There are only eight Islamists in the audience, but they applaud with enthusiasm beyond the simple politeness of the others.

“Good morning, friends. We have a good system of help available for all who wish to live in America. I will not lie to you. There is a great deal of racism here as well, especially among those of Caucasian ancestry…”

She is interrupted by a sudden impact from above. The entire building explodes and goes up in flame. Everyone is killed instantly.

The jet fighter instrumental in this attack veers back to the North, and quickly disappears into the clouds. The bright-eyed young pilot takes a deep breath and grins with delight.

The Tunnel

At one point on the U.S. southern border, there is a long narrow ridge running east to west in conformity with the border. It is twenty feet high and must have been man-made, but nobody knows the particulars of how or why.

There is a cellar hole of a large house on the north side, shaded by the ridge for a good part of the morning. The house was struck by lightning and burned down in the 1920s.

Near the center of the ridge is a heavy corrugated galvanized tunnel six feet in diameter going completely through from one side to the other. It has been here a long time, but in this dry climate there are now only beginning traces of rust.

Bushes have been allowed grow up, obscuring the entrance at both ends. About two hundred feet to the west is a natural border crossing point which involves climbing the ridge.

Miles from here, a certain young patriot has roasted a good many illegals with his deluxe grade flame thrower. He has, however, encountered a problem at times with strong winds deflecting the flame. On one occasion two illegals nearly got away. He had to shoot them with his rifle. Last week he had a splendid idea …

March 12, 2025

Here they come now. There are fourteen in all, mostly men. The patriot hides at the top of the ridge and waits until the leader is about one third of the way up. Then he shows himself casually, with his rifle in plain view, but pretending not to see them.

Just as he hoped. The leader heads back down shushing everyone and directing them to the East. They have seen the bushes in front of the tunnel and will hide there for a while. When they enter the bushes and see the tunnel, the leader says softly.

“Madre Dios! We are doubly blessed.”

The others beam with delight.

In the meantime, the young patriot has run down the north side of the ridge, and readied himself for a windless roasting.

The illegals are now half way through the tunnel. The patriot steps into view. With the nozzle just inside the tunnel, he releases a huge plume of flame. The containing effect of the tunnel multiplies the intensity. The illegals are dry roasted to well done, in record time.

There is still plenty of work to do. One at a time the patriot loads the bodies into his oversize pickup truck, and transports them a half mile to the river and, one at a time, throws them in.

Suddenly he is worried to see a small fast airplane overhead diving down for a look. It turns out to be Eagle Squadron. The pilot tilts his wings as a greeting to his fellow patriot.

Now for the finishing touches. The young man goes back to the tunnel. There are a singed bushes at the south end. He prunes them away, and puts them in the truck. Next time he will allow the illegals to come almost all the way through. This will use less flame and hopefully have less effect on the remaining bushes. This situation is a good rat trap and must be well preserved and maintained.

Sharpshooters

March 20, 2025

One-hundred-nineteen prospective parasites are marching to a crossing point at a narrow portion of the Rio Grande right in open country. Apparently they think that their sheer numbers will give them greater legitimacy, or perhaps make smaller numbers north of the border reluctant to oppose their entry.

They were spotted by Eagle Patrol over an hour ago, but the pilot, at the suggestion of headquarters, radioed to a ground installation where the founders have been eager to try out their new sharpshooter program.

10:32 A.M.

The illegals are halfway down a shallow slope leading to the river. From the north a troop transport truck starts down the slope on the opposite side. The truck stops and twenty-four seasoned volunteer marksmen disembark and space themselves six feet apart to form a long line like an oversize firing squad.

The shooters to the west will target invaders at the back of the group and any who retreat. Those in the center will target the middle. Those to the east will target the front. Ample warning has already been given about illegal entry, so there need be no bull-horning about any last chance to turn back.

The foolhardy invaders see the opposition, but keep marching. The sharpshooters begin to fire. Some of the invaders turn and begin to run. It takes two minutes and thirty-six seconds to kill them all. Exploding bullets make it a certainty that there are no survivors. This is also good because within eight minutes the vultures are already beginning to circle.

Helicopter

One group of patriots has purchased four helicopters and outfitted them with two machine guns each, used one at a time on alternate missions, the extra merely a spare.

April 16, 2025

Forty two illegal immigrants are encamped among a grove of trees at the south bank of the Rio Grande. They have been waiting for it to get dark, so they can sneak across, as though they think that Eagle Patrol hasn’t heard about infrared sensors.

Actually, they were spotted early today in normal morning daylight. Preparation has been made prior to their arrival at the river.

8:05 P.M.

The invaders come out of the trees and wade into the river. When they are within fifty feet of the far shore, one of the patriot helicopters suddenly rises out of the trees on the north side of the river. It comes right at them with a powerful spotlight. They cannot look anywhere towards the copter without being blinded.

When the gunner starts, the parasites scramble in every direction. The pilot goes in ever wider circles until the gunner tells him the targets are all down. Only three even make it to the south bank before they are killed.

Howitzer

Using information about wind speed and earth spin, soldiers operating a howitzer can deliver an explosive shell accurately within a three foot circle at twenty five miles. One type of shell used for personnel operations can demolish everything within a three-hundred foot radius.

May 4, 2025

Seventy-four potential illegals are marching towards the US border. Two young military patriots with the day off, borrow a howitzer, turn it around, and move it a few hundred feet to a point eighteen miles north of where the invaders intend to cross.

7:42 A.M.

Eagle patrol near the border has just radioed the necessary information to the soldiers who are at the howitzer location. They make the final adjustments and load the shell. The crossers enter the target circle. Eagle patrol gives the go ahead. The patriots fire. The shell takes a while to arrive. When it does, the illegals hear it just before they go up in flames.

Mortar

May 16, 2025   2:03 P.M.

Twenty-one invaders have just crossed the border. Eagle Squadron has just sent location coordinates to a solitary military patriot using a mortar borrowed from the on-base armory.

The young man sends a shell. It lands right in the middle of the group, but does not explode. The invaders are terrified and turn back. Eagle squadron radios,

“Keep your powder dry. It was a dud. Please send another quick, same coordinates, but  four hundred feet further south.”

The young man grabs another shell, looks at it quickly, and sends it as directed. As it comes howling across the hill, the invaders drop to the ground. The shell goes off and they all die instantly. Eagle Squadron calls again,

“A / OK. Good timing. Not the powder. Must have been the impact trigger. Double sized explosion. Second shell apparently discharged the first. Extra coverage was needed because the circumstances increased the target footprint. The Lord moves in strange ways. Were gonna whip these boys.”

Napalm Jet

In Viet Nam, Napalm was used both as a defoliant, and to kill people. In the arid and semiarid country along the Rio Grande there is little foliage, but plenty of people who want to live parasitically by invading the United States.

A sub-group of Eagle Patrol, who are licensed to fly jet fighter planes, decide to see how well napalm will work to defend our borders.

May 18, 2025

A long line of invaders is marching single file across a flat grassy area in the United States already twenty-five miles past the Rio Grande border. Suddenly from the North, a jet plane swoops down and roasts them all alive with one pass. It then veers sharply into a tight three-hundred-sixty degree turn, so as not to invade Mexican airspace.

The jet soon becomes a dot on the northern horizon. The flames begin to die down, but vultures don’t like napalm roast very much. There is very little meat left anyway.

Space Lasers

Targeting illegals with lasers from satellites in space seems to be the best long term method for stopping invaders. It’s remote, efficient, and impersonal. It’s the kind of methodology which, once the word gets out about it, is so scary that it will actually serve as a deterrent. Some prospective invaders say it makes them think of those electric grids used to zap insects on summer nights.  

Quick Lime

A young Mexican man, Erik Valdez, believes that his countrymen should stay put, and work to make Mexico a better place. He has no sympathy with those who immigrate to the United States, and works with American patriots to foil the plans of would-be illegals.

Erik lets it be known among the riffraff of his vicinity that for a reasonable fee he will transport up to twenty prospective illegals across the border in a truck set up for livestock with a hidden corridor for people. A bit close for an hour or two, but guaranteed safe passage.

Erik has purchased a small warehouse inside Mexico near the area that he targets. In the floor of the warehouse he and the American patriots have dug a long deep narrow pit and filled it with a liquid bath of quicklime.

June 14, 2025  7:02 A.M.

Erik has just picked up another twenty illegals, mostly men. He explains the situation as he opens the hidden corridor door inside the truck,

“We will load the livestock two miles from here, Please file into this corridor. It’s narrow and uncomfortable, but just lean against the wall. In only an hour or two, depending on traffic, you’ll be across. There is a bar along the wall you can grab onto, and please... no farting.”

The group laughs as Erik closes the door.

Two miles away, the truck instead carefully enters the warehouse. The wheels go to each side of the pit with just enough room to spare. When the truck is perfectly centered, Erik pulls a lever in the cab which causes the wall bar to withdraw. Another lever releases the floor of the corridor in the middle, which is attached by hinges at both ends. This turns the floor into a pair of chutes. The twenty unsuspecting illegals slide down into the bath which stings like crazy. They are all dead before they knew what hit them. Life is not easy in these times. 

Five-Point Star

Way back in the 1980s, Senator Ted Kennedy managed to pass legislation making five point death stars, but no others, illegal in Massachusetts.

The why of this probably lies just in the simple physics of the stars themselves. The five point star is the most lethal, because it is more likely to hit straight on than a four point star, and will penetrate more deeply than a six point star.

There is however, also a mystical connection, in that certain Nordic warriors inscribe these pentagrams with magickal runes to guide them in accuracy and purpose. Could Kennedy have had this in mind as well?

Lately a lot of young people, especially on campuses, walk to their left, and coming towards another person, will stay on course, even if even if it puts them onto the grass. Apparently this is some kind of pig-headed left vs. right political statement.

September 18, 2025

Today, a young displaced African man, obsessed with open borders, and sporting long dreadlocks, deliberately crosses over to a walkway occupied by an old Yankee patriot, just to challenge him. Keeping to the left, he marches straight at the old fellow, who will not be intimidated, and stays on course too.

In America, it is customary to walk and drive on the right. To avoid collision, the old fellow stops short. The savage veers to his left going onto the gravel, and spits angrily on the old fellow’s coat, as though he had done something terribly wrong. Two girls entering a building, see this part, but not what follows.

As the old fellow utters appropriate invectives, the cowardly savage walks briskly away to escape reprisal. The old fellow reaches under his coat and pulls out a five point death star. The savage is now twenty feet away.

The old patriot, practiced in his art, throws overhand very hard, but hits the savage between the shoulder blades, a bit lower than his intent. This is lucky, however, because the dreadlocks would have absorbed much of the impact. The thin cotton shirt does not. The savage yelps, then falls, paralyzed for life.

As the years pass, tormented by hundreds of bed sores and memories, the savage has plenty of time to contemplate the value of respect.

The old fellow is glad to have punished this blackguard on the spot, because he has found that one rarely sees these people a second time. He also remembers the two girls, and contemplates what might have happened if the reprisal had been seen.

Is it not better to deal with savages generically as a simple issue of public health, rather than to have good people end up in jail for doing the right thing in a wrongly managed society? 

Public Health

Collective action against invading savages is being facilitated in general by everything else that is happening during this period.

November 12, 2026

The European Union is officially dissolved. Customs regulations will be reinstated only along borders of non-European countries. Nations have returned to their own currencies, The need for currency exchanges at borders has been eliminated by a cashier technology which enables people buy anything in any currency anywhere.

January 6, 2027

NATO is reconstituted as an advisory body for all the issues it used to act upon directly.

April 11, 2027 

The United Nations is now to be merely an educational clearing house, committed to a Nationalist Libertarian future. Globalist personnel have been replaced by nationalists.

October 18, 2028

Sigurd Warner and sixteen others machine gun one hundred and 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 a half mile away, Daryl Johnson and Walter Durrant incinerate them using a small guided missile.

These events effectively spell an end to any organized plan for globalization, and aids the rise of Libertarian Nationalism everywhere.

November 8, 2028

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

Jan 20, 3030

Libertarian Nationalist immigration policies have been adopted by a majority of nations based on the principle of indigenous peoples returning to their rightful ancestral homelands. Mass migration is now complete everywhere.

Whenever sweeping positive trends like this occur, self-ruined people grow frantic that it will interfere with their well-established habits of living parasitically. The grumbling begins and grows daily providing the energy that will lead to their demise further ahead in in 2042