Improving World

Since Roswell Benedict’s State of the World Address two years ago everything everywhere has been slowly getting better. With liberty and prosperity worldwide, many racial outlanders have been enthusiastic about the policies of indigenous nationalism and have been returning to their ancestral homelands.

There is an element, however, that seemsto prefer being gregarious adversaries. Since public education about worldwide opportunities is inescapable, one can only assume that these recalcitrant troublemakers simply prefer a life of angry contentious discord. They are usually the very low I,Q, types, constitutional psychopaths, or drug addicts. What they don’t get is that, in the view of host populations, their behavior renders them the equivalent of cockroaches or rats, and now real people are beginning to deal with them accordingly.

Willie and the Witches have growing feelings of contentment. They have continued to indulge their ear for intelligent music. They enjoy European symphonic metal, and of course, the vampire music of Blutengel.

One day online, Willie finds an old picture of Chris Pohl with three of his delightful women. He makes a color copy, and displays it behind glass in the scullery with the family travel photos. When the Witches see it they tease Willie about being a country oaf with his tweed jackets and Oxford button down shirts.

The weight of vampire longevity must be a spur to ambition. Sage is starting studies to be a doctor. Debbie continues her night classes now focusing on clinical psychology. Wendy wants to be a writer and is majoring in creative writing with a minor in literature online at M.I.T.

Janet continues in journalism, now a junior at the University of Vermont in Burlington. She commutes daily across the state using one of the new super-fast ultralights. She remains grounded when it’s raining or windy and attends the classes online.

Willie is enjoying success with his novels and is finally getting around to reading authors that he enjoyed during his early schooling. He divides the reading by the four seasons thusly:

Winter ~

Honere de Balzac

Anton Chekov

Claude Ferrere

Henry James

Snorri Sturluson

Third Reich Histories

Spring ~

Bruce Lee

J. R. R. Tolkien

Mervyn Peake

George R. R. Martin

Summer ~

Bret Harte

Guy de Maupassant

Robert Louis Stevenson

Emile Zola

American History Novels

Fall ~

Nathaniel Hawthorne

Edgar Alan Poe

Witch / Vampire Novels

Finishing Touches

April 12, 2036

At  dinner Willie addresses the family,

“Dearest Witches, since Benedict’s address in 2034, I’ve been thinking that we should wield pen as well as sword to help complete the splendid changes. We must encourage individuals of indigenous European ancestry everywhere to eliminate troublesome racial outlanders in their own localities.

“We all know there are some good people among the inferior races, just as there is some edible fruit in every barrel of rotten apples. For this reason, the appeal needs to specify the elimination of those who maliciously interfere with business, healthcare, joyful living, education, and spirituality in a deliberate attempt to hurt members of the host culture.

“People either have the character to fight back or they don’t, so the appeal should only stress how to eliminate enemies, not offer arguments about why they should be eliminated.

‘”I’m hoping that over the next two days each of us could list a few methods of killing. Night after tomorrow we can discuss them at dinner.” 

April 14, 2036

At dinner most of the suggestions about killing are based on parking lot solutions: car bombs, running over, shooting from a safe distance with telescopic sight, pistol drive by, following to a private location. Sage mentions mini crossbows. Willie mentions blowguns and of course, garroting, then moves on to ideas for Samhain,

“You may recall the letter I read aloud from Garrett Valdison in January last year. We talked last week. He’s optimistic that October 31 will be a night of killing here and in Europe. I’d like us to participate on that occasion. This year, trick or treating among Somali Islamicists in Lewiston Maine might be fun.

Samhain 2036

October 31

Upon further consideration, Willie and the Witches decide that since Islamists do not celebrate Halloween, it will  be best to simply visit places of daily convocation. They will use deep disguise and break up into changing combinations of one or two as they travel from place to place.

Lewiston Maine  1:48 P.M.

The first is a coffee shop. There are forty-eight bearded men who smoke Hashish under the exhaust fan in the restroom, then return to their coffee and gambling. Many beat their wives when they get home at night, but that will not be the case this evening.

Once Willie and family are all inside, Wendy pulls down the shades, closes the blinds, then stands guard at the entry so she can practice her neck breaking technique on any who try to bolt. She plans to stack them like firewood next to the door.

Willie walks to the largest table where twelve men are gaming together. As he approaches he loudly proclaims,

“It is being heralded throughout America that Islamic men beat their wives because they are cowardly homosexuals, frustrated by their sexual impotence.” 

Two angry glaring men rise. Willie walks up and grabs each by the beard and twirls them up into the air as one would a jump rope. The rapid lift-off snaps their necks, and the collision with the floor on the accelerated down stroke cracks the lower spine and breaks both legs. Seeing them on the floor, it’s difficult to know at what point they died.

The other men at the table freeze. One soils his pants. Another gets out a large dirk knife. Willie grabs it so fast the man can’t see, jumps up on the table, and spins with knife in hand cutting off ten heads as he turns. The bodies slump forward as the heads hit the floor almost simultaneously.

The Witches laugh to see this, and watch as men at the other tables panic. When any reach for a weapon one of the Witches is suddenly there, takes it, and kills him with it. Guns are used Wyatt Earp style as bludgeons so that shots will not attract attention outside.

Men with no weapons stand trembling. Some begin to cry out or urinate. As Willie gathers weapons from the floor for his collection, the Witches avenge women everywhere as they walk around looking into the frightened faces of these raping savages, not so tough now. One at a time the Witches rupture tracheae or break skulls with Thor’s Hammer punches. 

As the Witches finish up, Wendy’s body pile is eleven high, mostly large fellows who thought her the lesser risk.

On to the next destination… Elsewhere in town Somalis are having a dance to avoid being out and about on someone else’s holiday.

8:36 P. M.

Most of the two-hundred-thirty-six guests have arrived. Fortunately there are no security cameras. This time Sage guards the door while Willie and the other Witches travel at high speed breaking necks from behind to avoid

the routine saliva expulsion.

As increasing numbers of Somalis fall lifeless to the floor, growing fear turns to blind panic. Some begin whaling and charge at Sage in their attempt to escape. She grasps lapels tossing the poor fellows aside like ragdolls snapping their necks in the process.

There are at least one hundred still alive who have seen Sage do this and now abandon any hope of escape via the door. They huddle in a group with their backs to a corner of the room empty of chairs moaning shamefully.

The family will not be manipulated by sheeplike behavior. The Witches run along the walls and still manage to attack from behind. Within four minutes all the remaining Somalis are dead.

The release of bladders and bowels is well on the way to creating a very unpleasant venue for a dance or any other public function in this building for a very long time to come. Willie contemplates setting the place on fire as a courtesy to city sanitation workers, but there are viable adjacent structures.

November 1, 2036

The morning news commentary shows total bewilderment on behalf of the police as to what actually happened, how, and why. There is, of course, the suggestion of racial motivation, but no evidence.

Willie and the Witches are especially delighted to hear about overall death tolls for the United States, Canada, Australia, New Zealand and Europe, which add up to over eight million.

As the morning progresses, at different locations around Lewiston dead bodies are being wrapped in white sheets like blintzes.

Samhain 2037

In Montreal, the Breed Up Quick Coalition will soon be hosting their annual Halloween Diversity Ball in furtherance of their goal to devolve the human race. They want identical skin, hair, and eye color for all people on Earth by the year 2050, with a new world average IQ of seventy-five. Willie and the Witches know that variety, not sameness, is the spice of life and that IQ should be adjusted up, not down.

One night at dinner Willie says,

“I wonder if the irrational drive these few still have for the gray slavery of Global monoculture is a misguided attempt to avert war, wrongly believed to be caused by the divisiveness accruing to normal human variety, or simply a manifestation of the death instinct as outlined by Freud in reaction to a life made increasingly Hellish by drugs. Possibly both.

“Blowing up the venue or poison gas are unacceptable to me for this venture. It’s our main holiday and I want to dress up and move among the prey for a while, but the sheer number on the dance floor will make darting, as at Sundance, or neck breaking, as at Lewiston, impractical.”

Wendy’s face lights up with a suggestion,

“Delayed action poison in the punch bowls would allow us to stay around and enjoy the growing hysterical reaction to increasing numbers of dead droppers until just before the police arrive. I know it seems a bit like unchivalrous gloating, but being in the thick

of it all even as passive onlookers is good for us psychologically and will supply extraordinary opportunities for dark sarcasm.”

The family smirks at dear little Wendy’s wicked reasoning. Sage adds,

“We might also mix in a little hands-on stuff when nobody’s looking.”

Debbie agrees and embellishes the idea,

… And we could work in dramatic acting scenarios like pretending we were goosed then rendering appropriate punishment.”

Janet agrees with a smile,

“Yes, and we could do a little goosing of our own and punish their embarrassment.”

The whole family chuckles. They are tickled pink by the possibilities of the upcoming ball.

Willie says,

“When I spoke previously about never gloating, I was thinking of the best posture for those who have had little experience with low outlanders. Because of all the unwarranted abuse I’ve suffered at the hands of subhumans, on Samhain, I want to mock them and kick their asses a little bit before I kill them. Proportion is the key. We’re going to have fun this year. We better get working on our costumes.”

October 31, 2037  7:18 P.M.  Montreal

The Diversity mixer is well underway with the initial speaker scheduled for 8:30 P.M. Willie and the Witches enter one at a time about three minutes apart. They are in deep disguise, with simple costumes, and each has a cellphone blocker.

It’s such a large venue that there is a snack table with a punch bowl on each of the four walls – one for each Witch, who mixes in the poison after getting a full cup for herself. The reaction time is supposed to be from forty to eighty minutes, the range having to do with individual vigor, metabolism, and how recently one has eaten.

The family members circulate among the guests, who range in age from eighteen to forty-two. They serve up unvarnished truth or caustic ethnic humor to every guest.

Willie engages a Hassidic rabbi with a comment about his side curls,

“Excuse me, Rabbi Hole-in-sheet-er. I’m wondering whether you fellows are required to wear those stupid looking curls before or after you suck your first wiener?”

The rabbi is offended and afraid, but glares angrily and stands his ground. Willie says,

“Relax. I have a little ethnic diversity humor for you. What are the three shortest books in the world?”

The rabbi says nothing. Willie helps him,

“Rabbi they are, of course,

A History of Scottish Charities,

Virginity in France, and

A Treatise on Jewish Business Ethics.”

The Rabbi still remains silent. Willie pleads, 

“Please Rabbi, I’m trying. A Catholic priest and a rabbi are talking. A little boy comes walking along the road. The priest says, “Let’s screw that little boy.” The Rabbi asks, “Out of what?”

A slight smirk shows at the corner of the Rabbi’s mouth when he hears the part about the priest. Willie sees it,

“I knew you’d like that one.”

says Willie as he takes a sip of his punch.

Then he says,

“This punch is excellent. Please, in the interest of diversity, let me get you a cup. Willie brings a big full cup to the rabbi. The rabbi’s mouth is very dry from fear, so he takes the punch, and says with austere solemnity,

“Thank you, Sir.”

Willie replies,

“You are most welcome. Have a nice evening.”

and as he moves on to the next adventure, notices Debbie talking with a distinguished looking college professor.

She asks,

“In three hundred years when everybody looks alike and has an I.Q. of seventy-five where will your diversity be then?”

The professor is annoyed, but knows she’s right. He begrudgingly mutters,

“Good point,”

then nervously excuses himself pretending to see someone at a distance who he needs urgently to talk to.

Sage is near a punch bowl talking with a tall cool jazzy Negro man about twenty-five who actually thinks that he’s going to get in her pants tonight.

She says,

“Those wanting proximity to other races need to cultivate a sense of humor about ethnicity. Let’s see if you measure up…  Here’s a joke: What’s the best job in the world for any normal self-respecting Caucasian man or woman?”

The Negro blinks and says,

“I don’t know.”

Sage replies with a sly wink, 

“Sitting in the shade supervising a work detail using pitchforks to load railroad dumpster cars with squealing Nigger babies.”

The Negro looks dumbfounded that this young woman he wants to defile so badly could say something so independent of his Globalist viewpoints and goals. He’s becomes angry,

“What’s a cracker bitch like you doing here with us? Shouldn’t you be out burning crosses?”

Sage glowers fiercely, looks both ways, steps up close, then gives the Negro an East Boston Fluffernutter. It all but lifts him off the floor. He gasps, then becomes like putty in her hands. She takes his arm and walks him gently over to a chair, saying,

“By the way, that was quite a dainty little curtsy just now. I’m going to recommend you to some people for ballerina training. And… please remember that natural order cannot be disobeyed in the long term. Hell’s Bells ring true, but you’ll be okay. Rest a while. Let me get you some punch.”

In the meantime Willie has slipped outside and put police locks on all the exit doors. He comes back in through a door he unlocked in the storage room and adds a police lock inside.

Eight minutes pass, then a loud obese foul mouthed forty-year-old Negro woman suddenly clutches her stomach and falls to the floor farting very loudly.

‘Willie looks down at her with contempt,

“Why you dirty old pig! Please excuse yourself immediately or I shall be forced to call the supervisor.”

Concerned individuals form a circle around the woman. Willie takes her pulse and says,

“I’m sorry, whores and pimps, but this vile old Nigger sow is well on the way to Beulah Land.”

A large Negro man becomes angry and asks,

“Who you callin’ Nigger, Motherfucker?”

Willie stands up, walks briskly over to the man, thumps his forehead very hard, and asks,

“Who you callin’ Motherfucker, Nigger?”

The Negro is afraid and bellows in rage. Willie blocks his inept punch then produces a truncheon and blackjacks the poor fellow into mute trembling obedience on the floor.

People watching shake their heads. One tries to make a phone call to the police, but fails. As Willie walks away, Wendy helps the Negro to his feet, brushes off his coat with her hand, and with reassuring words, escorts him to a nearby punch bowl.

Across the floor, a Mestizo couple who tanked up on punch the minute they arrived, fall stone dead to the floor almost simultaneously, but nobody’s phone is working. During the next forty seconds around the hall, six more fall helpless to the floor. The people in charge are beginning to see a pattern.

Janet is standing next to a Moslem gentleman who suddenly groans and drops to his knees.

She smiles and asks,

“Where is Allah today, Abba Dabba?”

He looks at her in confused desperation, dies, and falls forward on his face.

At this point, people are trying to leave by the doors. The Negro sergeant at arms, Jumbo, has a pinch bar and is about to pry open the main entry. Willie walks up briskly, grabs the pinch bar, and says.

“Now see here, sir. There’s no need to damage this fine door. Please calm down. I just called the police and explained what’s happening. They are already on the way.”

Jumbo saw Willie truncheon the other big Negro fellow previously, doesn’t trust him, and figures that he is probably in on it, whatever it is. He reaches for the pinch bar. Willie, blocks his reach, hooks Jumbo’s belt with the bar, and slings him against the wall so hard that

his neck, lower back, and both legs break simultaneously.

The Witches are hitting their Berserker stride at the same time and are asking,

“Trick or Treat?”

to one guest after another as they walk around breaking skulls and snapping necks.

Willie is very pleased, but now looks around in dismay. There must be at least two hundred guests still standing. He ponders the situation, sidles up to Sage, and discloses his plan.

She visits the ladies room, tales off her costume, inserts a voice modulator, comes back out, goes up on the podium, turns on the PA system, and says,

“Ladies and gentlemen, I’m a registered nurse, and suspect that somebody has put poison in our punch. If there is any person present besides myself who has not yet had any of the punch, please raise your hand.”

Only eight people respond. Willie and the other three witches choose two each for a quick neck break. Sage laughs and says to the audience,

“Do you get the feeling that somebody around here doesn’t embrace the Globalist lies about multiculturalism and is actually willing to do something tangible to stop the destruction of every race and culture on Earth?”

In the meantime, increasing numbers of people have dropped. Willie has the security camera tapes and pinch bar in hand, so the family just leaves via the storage room door which Willie now locks from the outside

One couple who had no punch but didn’t raise their hands, actually lives to tell the tale of this strange night. Since the family kept to normal speed and did nothing vampiric, the couple, during news interviews, describes them simply as “martial artists,” and of special importance, repeats Sage’s words almost verbatim.

Previously Willie has always sent a letter to the news media afterwards about the motive behind their strikes, but all the family have commented that these are never reported. One reason is, of course, that Globalist controlled media avoid reporting anything that viably contradicts them, but it may also be that, since anyone can write a fake letter claiming responsibility, and many do, that most news people would not report such letters just for that reason alone.

As the family watches on television and sees the interview with the couple, Sage beams with delight when she hears her words repeated so accurately. She turns to Willie and says,

“It’s good those two survived. Although it would help to confirm us as a single unit, I think from now that we should disguise our super powers and leave with a short speech about our goals, and be sure that one couple survives to tell the tale. I stress couple because I think that, as a unit, it has the best potential for uncomplicated veracity.”

The family agrees and are again happy to hear about total death tolls for the United States, Canada, Australia, New Zealand and Europe, increased this year to over eleven million.

Samhain 2038

October 24, 2038

At dinner Willie addresses the Witches,

“In the 1960s, the displaced African area of Boston was a peaceful place that Caucasians could visit safely on business. This was ruined by hysterical multiculturalist meddling. Forced busing of school kids, because it was coercive and unnatural, produced anger and cultural distortions which led to racial enmity.

“Ongoing multicultural distortions escalated everywhere else as well. Finally the national Equality or Death Alliance was formed in the 1990s. This is a group of rabid displaced Africans who even today maintain that Caucasians who want any kind of social separateness for themselves are haters who must be put to death, if not by the federal government, then by the ‘warriors’ of the EDA.

“They claim that Caucasians who object to being blasted with low I.Q. dirty mouth music in public places are being rude and bigoted towards “African American Culture.” Those who have shown that they covet the quiet enjoyment of their morning ride to work are being stabbed or throat-cut from behind on public conveyances.

“The EDA is having an East Coast barbeque and convention of eighteen thousand members at 8:00 P.M. on November 1^st in Boston. We can work it in with our trip to Salem.

“I’ve studied the venue. The most effective way is to fire M72 LAW rockets through the high windows on all four sides of the auditorium simultaneously. I’ll get them tomorrow with light seeking guidance systems. I have a video on how to launch them. We can watch it tonight, then again the night before we leave.

Roxbury MA  November 1, 2038.  8:00 P.M.

It’s a very cold night. The family finds it bracing, but the EDA members rush inside the minute they arrive at the auditorium.

The procedure will be a synchronized launch via linked headsets. Each family member will go fast to their hiding place. At the first signal, they will go fast to their launch point. At the second signal they will launch simultaneously, then go back fast to Janet waiting in the Porsche SUV getaway vehicle, also on guard to stop tire stealers and gang signature painters. This is Roxbury after all.

8:18 P.M.

Each goes to their hiding place. Willie to the North. Sage in the East. Wendy at the South. Debbie is West.

8:19

Each gets their rocket ready.

8:20

Each goes to their launch point, takes aim, and signals readiness. Willie says,

“Countdown. 5.4.3.2.1. Fire!”

The four rockets go through the windows and ignite almost simultaneously. The combined explosion completely incinerates the interior of the building and everything inside. As the roof blows off, there rises a mushroom cloud of orange fire six hundred feet high. The sight is

a very beautiful one, especially at this season.

The family members pitch the discardable launch tubes into Boston Harbor, over two miles away. The whizzing sound they make overhead sounds like an alien invasion to those out walking. Gradually the smell of roast Negro is borne upon the still cold night air. This is not pleasant at any season, in fact, nauseating, even to Vampires. 

The next morning many newspaper headlines are appropriately unsympathetic:

Barbeque Turnaround

Burn Baby Burn comes home to Roost

18,000 Footdragger Smoke-Off

At dinner, Willie and the Witches are also delighted to hear that people are really catching on. The death tolls for the United States, Canada, Australia, New Zealand and Europe, this year are over fourteen million.

Samhain 2039

Invading Hispanics constitute an especially insidious presence in America. Per capita they enjoy about twice as many lesbians as non-Hispanic groups. These women are just intelligent enough to fill simple clerical jobs, and always flock to the medical profession. This gives them considerable power to hurt all those bad Gringos and they use it every way imaginable on a daily basis.

Their dirty little tricks cost real Americans, especially the hated white males, everything from missed appointments to loss of vision. These cruel encroachments rarely make it to court because they are usually impossible to prove, lost in the shuffle of paperwork. Willie and his Witches, however, serve a higher court, one of natural order and truth.

October 22, 2039

At dinner Willie addresses the Witches,

“The Hispanic community in Boston is holding their annual All Saints Fiesta in Hyde Park this year. The theme will be Mex to the Max. They plan to feed about eight thousand Mestizos.

“The Weather Channel Fifteen Day is showing a very cold night for the 31^st, so I’m sure they’ll have it indoors, luckily for us. Wendy, I wonder if you might work up a plan from the standpoint of the Fire Angel perspective…

“Perhaps our costumes could hide small flame throwers. It could be very spectacular and exciting. We would want to leave security camera tapes intact so the general public

could share in the spectacle. We would also want a clear statement about motivation with solid evidence backed by statistics because Globalist lies supporting this rabble are so elusive and difficult to challenge.

October 31, 2039

Hyde Park, Boston  8:20 P.M.

With asbestos costumes, heavy disguise, and flame throwers, Willie and the Witches enter the Fiesta all together at high speed. They go to prearranged spots and at the same instant ignite their flame throwers. Wendy has coached them in the Fire Angel technique. Each leaps thirty feet into the air spinning as Wendy did previously. Mex to the Max Flambe.

November 1, 2039

A dinner Willie and the Witches are surprised to see this year’s Samhain death tole for the United States, Canada, Australia, New Zealand and Europe, down at only nine million.

Janet looks disappointed. Willie remarks,

“Don’t  worry. I’ve been reading statistics. The decline heralds the completion of the revolution. Governments worldwide are finally executing all the bad people, even those who make only nonviolent encroachment. At last the proliferation of evil is no longer being subsidized.

“Productive activity at Samhain and the Season of Killing in general has finally eliminated most that were allowed back into society before the new legislation was passed. I’m proud that we have played such a strong part in the cleanup.”  

Arms Race

Back in time to November 2035

African nations are prospering, but there will be no further immigration of kinsmen from America and Europe on the grounds of “irreconcilable cultural differences” and sometimes “racial impurity”.

There are twenty six all Negroid countries in Africa. With no exclusively Caucasian countries in the world, it seems that Caucasians have allowed themselves to embrace an agenda of guilt ridden self-hatred and racial suicide.

February 2036

Dictators seize control in four African nations simultaneously, and form a military alliance with all African nations except Morocco, Egypt, and the Republic of South Africa. They procure nuclear weapons, probably from Israel, and launch missiles at German and Russian targets. The missiles are easily intercepted. Germany and Russia quickly retaliate by bombing all the major cities within the Alliance territories with powerful non-nuclear warheads.

March 12, 2036

Germany, Russia, and other nations, form the Pan European Alliance, and invade all the African Alliance territories with tanks and infantry. The African soldiers are valiant, but within eight months there is not one left alive. During this entire period, African populations protesting everywhere else, are burning and looting cities.

In America especially, their wrath is fueled by unresolved anger kindled for decades by Globalist media, about colonial plantation owners. It has become unsafe for Caucasians not to carry weapons. Scientists worldwide observe that it is natural, when two species or subspecies compete for the same ecological niche, that the stronger will always destroy the weaker, if there is no corrupting interference.

April 8, 2036

A World Future Council of American, Australian, Canadian, and European leaders decide that coexistence on this planet with Negroids is no longer possible. They issue

a resolution calling upon nations worldwide to mandate reproductive sterilization for all Negroid populations in residence. Europe has a small job compared to America. Their work takes only two months.

October 5, 2036

In America a sterilization program is adopted which offers relocation of Negroids to high quality government housing in the Mojave Desert. Most resist, and there is warfare in the streets. As the war rages on, the new mandate becomes simply that of transporting the dead Negroid bodies to the Mojave Desert instead. The concept of ultimately raking up the bones into one big pile, is visualized as “Nigger Bones Mountain” by jovial rednecks. The work is completed in only eleven months.

September 2037

Notice of these events is communicated through the vulture culture, and soon the Mojave sky is blackened with hungry birds, as they arrive from all over the western United States and Northern Mexico. The meat is foul, but buzzards aren’t that particular about what they eat.

After six weeks of feasting, the bloated birds head home happy, but barely able to fly in most cases. The pink bones now glisten in the morning sun. It takes the smaller creatures a full three months to eat all the meat scraps and vulture droppings.

The African War establishes the principle for future wars waged against those of European ancestry, that the entire population of attacking countries will be decimated, and the territory permanently occupied by the European victors. Many call this Defensive Imperialism.

January 2, 2038. The Mojave is now a place of solemn beauty with bleaching skeletons in the distance as far as the eye can see. The U.S. government appeals to the private sector to move the bones into one big pile. The work begins.

March 28, 2038

A public breakfast, then a ceremony, and... there it stands, Nigger Bones Mountain!

The biggest Negroid skull in history is at the top, and when the rising sun hits the huge gold tooth, the gleam of it can be seen as a beacon on four continents. This, of course, is just redneck brew-ha-ha reflecting the personal joy of the story-tellers.

A related song lyric appears:

“I drove my wife to the great Mojave,

In our trunk, a hangman’s rope.

But when we gazed on Nigger Bones Mountain,

It inspired us with new hope!”

November 22, 2040

The aftermath of the African war has been very bitter. With a new method of genetic testing, a worldwide program of sterilization will insure the absence of Negroid genes everywhere on Earth. World events intervene, but the work is begun in April 2044, and completed within fourteen months. 

Thanksgiving Day 2040

The family gives thanks to Odin with the happy expectation that they will never again have to hear the word motherfucker outside of movies.

Hebrew Covenant

February 12, 2042

At dinnertime, Furlong Lamusa is reporting the international news,

“Today a group of Canadian tourists visiting Israel were terrified to find everybody at the arrival point dead. They could find nothing but dead bodies, and immediately left the country before contacting authorities. After extensive forensics, the World Future Council announced that every Jew on earth committed suicide at the exact same moment.

“Nobody has a clue about what happened, but Orthodox theologians are claiming that to restore spiritual balance on Earth, as a concession to Adonai and Satan, Jehovah ended his Covenant with the Jews. Even the Arc of the Covenant has been found ritually destroyed.”

Willie and the Witches are speechless. Finally Wendy looks at Willie and says,

“I’ll bet many more than our little group added to the zeitgeist of this period as you suggested in March of 3036.”

Willie says,

“Ayah, probably Odin had a talk with Jehovah as well. Morrison may have been wrong when he said ‘You cannot petition the Lord with prayer!’ Maybe it’s just more a matter of how you go about it. Zeitgeist Working Part II. 

American Purge

Under Communism living conditions south of the Mexican border have become unbearable. The Mestizo Alliance, forms in Mexico and is joined by groups from every country to the south. They plan to invade the United States, and kill all Americans to gain living space.

Under the Libertarian Nationalist immigration acts of 2030, most of the Mestizos living in the United States had returned home. Now many of these join the Alliance. 

Those of Spanish ancestry escape slaughter by leaving on luxury liners, with the idea of returning when the fight is over.

March 5, 2042

The Mestizo Alliance begins the long march to the North. From space, their many millions form a mile-wide column, extending through Mexico, almost to Guatemala. When they come to America they blow holes in the wall, and march into Texas. U.S. Satellite Reconnaissance sees them. NASA waits until they breech the wall…

Before dinner, Willie and the Witches watch the giant television spellbound as American fighter planes strafe the entire Alliance column with a new poison gas that kills them all, but is safe for the environment.

It takes hundreds of planes three more days to finish the job. The few that escape, are hunted down and executed by the returning Spanish descendants, home from their cruise.

When it’s over, Willie says to the Witches,

“Fantastiche! Zeitgeist Working Part III.”

European Purge

August 18, 2042

Islam in countries to the east of Europe declares a Holy War against the European “white devils in their citadels of privilege”.

They form the Eastern Alliance of Nations. This includes Africa north of the Sahara and every nation east of Bulgaria to China and south to the Indian Ocean.

August 30. 2042

The Eastern Alliance has an army of ninety million infantry with tanks and are marching towards Europe. Many sport the banner of Genghis Kahn.

The reconvened Pan European Alliance stops the whole thing immediately. They eliminate the entire Eastern army and every population center in all of the Alliance countries with two days of non-nuclear ICBMs. The wholesome smell of gunpowder is detected even in the U.S. and Canada.

As Europe’s good ally, China agrees to help with the residual purge, providing that all the countries bordering China will be annexed to them. All survivors are hunted and killed within eighteen days of the bombing.

September 14, 2042

Willie and the Witches are watching what was live coverage just three hours ago on the evening news.

The Pan European Alliance is reconvened. Karl Brunner takes the podium, looks towards heaven, winks at the crowd, and asks,

“How’s that for Lebensraum?”

Everyone applauds.

Jonathan Vander offers a resolution,

“I propose that the new lands be combined with the territory held jointly since our victory in Africa on October 4, 3036, into one vast nation, called Pan Europa, open to all people of European Ancestry, just like the United States, Canada, Australia, and New Zealand.”

The resolution is carried. Resident racial outlanders will be sterilized. Those who immigrated illegally will be executed.

Debbie says,

“The splendor of this period is far beyond anything I could have imagined a few years ago. Institutionalized evil and stupidity are actually being vanquished on a colossal scale everywhere. I feel so glad to be alive.”

Willie looks very happy and says.

“I do myself. Zeitgeist Working Part IV.” 

Chinese Purge

October 2, 2043

China has recently been suffering invasion from all nations to the south, including the islands, all the way to Australia. This is the backlash of the new prosperity in China since the fall of Communism.

The quality of the invaders China is much less than that of resident Chinese. Most of the nations are communist or fascist, an ongoing annoyance.

The Congress of China convenes in Canton and decides to counter attack with infantry.

March 16, 2044

Willie and family are enjoying the evening news coverage from Canton. A pretty Chinese newswoman is reporting,

“China is A / OK. In fact, all of Asia’s parasitic populations have been expunged. We will  follow the European example relative to the disposition of resident outlanders…”

Willie says,

“This is a splendid continuation of what started with the Mid-Eastern purge. China with liberty, prosperity and peace. These are the days.

“Zeitgeist Working Part V.”

IQ Adjustments

The new technology for brain scans has enabled assessment of IQ to within .001 percent accuracy. It measures size, figures mass, then calculates the total number of brain cells.

With data from previous scans the new method shows if there has been myelin sheath breakdown, as with too much cholesterol or multiple sclerosis, and is now part of everyone’s medical data just like oxygen, pulse, and blood pressure.

Throngs of slack jawed self-hating human lemmings are an unjust encroachment on more highly evolved people. Governments everywhere have enacted special incentive programs, making it advantageous to low I.Q. people to undergo sterilization. Testing with sterilization proceeds everywhere.

October 18, 2044

Over ninety-eight percent of people in the 94 or less I.O. range are currently accepting sterilization. India is particularly benefitted, since they haven’t lost people from the recent military activity. Everywhere else, few have to be asked to volunteer for sterilization. This is good, because, the entire situation is a big embarrassment for everybody.

Evening: After seeing the news, at dinner, Willie addresses the Witches,

“Zeitgeist Working Part VI.

Ritual LNR ~ Completion of Actualization.

It’s wonderful how world events have fallen perfectly into place since March 2036. Was the ritual causative or merely precognitive?”

Janet says,

“Both, interactively!”

Debbie adds,

“True, It’s how Zeitgeist Synchronicity works. Karl Jung would be thrilled.”

Wille continues,

“What especially delights me is that the sequence I contrived actually prevailed. The inferior races needed to be purged in their entirety first. The I.Q. adjustment period would have eliminated most of them individually, but not the smarter ones, who would still have been carrying inferior genes.

“I think that from here on we can do fine-tuning strikes that will address smaller numbers of people by category.”

The Witches agree.

Non-Viability

October 20, 2044

At dinner Wendy says,

“Yesterday I viewed a website showing patronizing fools in Boston ‘working with’ one to four-year-old diprosopus monstrosities. There was even a kid with two heads. In a humane society, non-viable life forms of any kind are terminated at birth or sooner.”

Debbie says,

“Let’s hit them remotely with poison gas. The things we would see with a hands-on strike would give us nightmares.”

Sage adds,

“We should eliminate young kids with every kind of congenital disability, and older people too, if we can find them together in one place, like a support group. Our strikes will simply express our non-support of the conscripted role as host to those who can only live parasitically.”

October 24 Boston 10:22 A.M.

In heavy disguise, with a cell phone blocker, Willie opens the door to the facility, tosses a powerful poison gas grenade into the center of the room, then puts a police lock on the outside of the door as he exits.

The Witches are positioned with rifles at each quarter, but nobody exits. Inside everybody dies quickly and peacefully. Willie looks in a window, and is happy to see this. The malformed children can’t help the hand they were dealt genetically. The people sustaining them have a mixture of good and bad motivations, but ultimately are enacting

a terrible detriment to society.

During the next few months the family does eighty-five additional strikes against facilities sustaining mentally retarded people and those with every other type of serious congenital disability.

The Witches make eloquent videos outdoors at each site which they send to so many news media that the truth always gets out. After a while it becomes a mandate to show these tapes simply to preserve journalistic credibility.

Willie Tallies up the total for this period and finds that the family has eliminated 7,602 congenitally disabled and 164 of those who perpetuate their existence.

At dinner he reports the figures and says,

“I’ve been delighted at the way others everywhere pick up on what we do and initiate similar action. I think we’ve earned a good vacation, so I’m suggesting we switch

to a program of hobbies and world travel to see and enjoy the effect produced by ourselves and others like us. Between trips we can do more strikes if necessary. What say ye?”

The Witches in unison,

“Aye!”

Ragnarök

March 18, 2045

At dinner Willie says,

“In case you haven’t heard yet, early today Congress passed a bill that non-viable life forms of all kinds, including humans, must be terminated either by abortion or at birth, whichever is safest for the mother.

“This good news seems to me like the final victory in the main evolutionary struggle. All that remains is the private sector elimination of constitutional psychopaths who escaped the purge. Ragnarök is complete!

“I’ve been studying Garrett Valdison’s ritual activity relative to the Order of the Ten Rayed Star. I find reference to his having received the chosen athame custom made with Lapis Lazuli handle from Gurkhas in Nepal way back in 2023, but no mention of any plan for founding the Council of Asgard after Ragnarök.

“I was thinking of writing to him tonight, or maybe to give him a few days.”

Sage says,

“Don’t wait or write! Call him now, express your opinion that the revolution has been won, give him our total strike numbers and individual TRS attainments, suggest a CA founding ceremony for March 21, tell him we would

like to participate, then ask if we can help

in any way. Think what it will be like.”

Willie looks with admiration upon his tall blonde huntress and says,

“What would I do without my Witches? Yes, I will call him… after dinner.” 

Council of Asgard

March 21, 2045 10:42 A.M.

Garrett Valdison has assembled the necessary ritual accoutrements in his back yard with a view of Mount Baker. All of the initiates except Willie and his family are present:

Garrett, Gretchen Van Roon, Britt Linstrum

Clifton Farris, Amy Stillson

Hilton Armstrong, Liz

FBI Special Agent John Coluvis

Rodman Berghofer, Werner Kahl

Walter Durrant, Daryl Johnson, Bonnie

Carl Edmund Norris, Rachael Heathwick

Tedmund Farrel

President Roswell Benedict

York Edmunds, Chelsea Ryder

Professor Lars Hanson

Sigurd Warner

Harlan Sewell

Willie and the Witches finally arrive, walk briskly to the right back corner of the house. Garrett sees them and waves.

As the family approaches, Garrett can see the vampire change in Willie. He deliberately knocks fists with Willie to avoid the handshake temperature issue. Willie gets it.

Garret says,

“Glad you could make it!”

Willie says,

“I’m sorry we’re late. There was a huge car pileup in Olympia. We lost forty-eight minutes.”

Willie and Wendy are surprised, but also delighted, to see John Coluvis again in this revolutionary company. Willie introduces him to Sage and Debbie. Coluvis has some very bad news for the family, but decides to save it for after dinner.

As were-wolves, Armstrong, Berghofer, and Kahl immediately sense the difference in Willie’s family even more acutely than Garrett. Willie and family notice the difference in them as well. No comments are exchanged. 

There is a tremendous sense of heroic destiny among all the guests as the introductions are completed and the

sun goes to zenith.

Eight Minutes to Solar Noon

Garrett walks over to the altar, and addresses the entire company,

“Now comes the long awaited order founding and initiation of the warrior intelligentsia, who will exercise utmost vigilance and initiate strikes against any and all who attempt to subvert our new Libertarian world back

to the collectivist Hell on Earth that it was previously. Our activity will be the same as during the revolution, but will become increasingly less necessary as the superior workability of Indigenous Nationalism becomes rooted in human consciousness.

“Fellow warriors not present for this ceremony will self-initiate wherever they are, and please mark on your calendars that there will be a Warrior reunion for all of us known to each other on October 28, 2048.

“In a larger sense, for every one of us, there are a few hundred others that we do not know personally. The splendid Season of Killing, and especially Samhain 2036-2039, shows us this. Please slip on your robes and join me over hear to the North of the altar.

Ritual Founding

Council of Asgard after Ragnarök

I. Rejoicing in the Sun

II. Tracing the Pentagrams of White Flame

to the Four Quarters

III. Ringing of Bell Three Times

Each to the Four Quarters

IV. Order Founding:

"Let it be Proclaimed among the Wise,

this twenty-first day of March 2045

that those assembled here

have organized themselves into

a purposeful body, the

Council of Asgard after Ragnarök,

In the name of Yggdrasil,

we do reassert our pledge

to the principles of the

Order of the Ten Rayed Star

and declare that, should ever we

falter in the sustenance of

Liberty Triumphant and Eternal,

we hope to reap the unmitigated

wrath of good people everywhere.

As stalwart allies of the Alfar, and with the inspiration, strength, and authority

conferred by the Aesir and Vanir,

this day March 21, 2045,

do declare ourselves:

(Name of Individual)

as irrevocably in service to

Evolutionary Destiny,

to which we have pledged our lives

and arms in unfailing vigilance under

Sun and Moon and Stars

to the end of days.

V. Ringing of Bell Three Times Each

to the Four Quarters

In Furtherance of the New Aeon.

Love is the Law. Liberty is the Path.

Hail unto the Aesir and Vanir!

Hail unto the Alfar!

Hail Yggdrasil !"

Commencement of Actualization

Garrett and his Witches have prepared a feast of golden Jägerschnitzel with spaetzle and mushroom gravy. There is chilled cranberry cocktail in cut glass pitchers to wash it down. Everything is arrayed on a forty foot table between the house and altar.

Subtly gesturing at the food, Garret gives Willie an interrogatory look. Willie bails this out deftly, especially by his casual tone,

“Magnificent food! It’s our bad fortune that we’re on a special diet and must keep to it.”

The table discussion centers mainly around what will be the best news sources to monitor collectivist resurgence. Roswell Benedict adds something very reassuring,

“By way of preventative medicine, I have put machinery into place that will continue annual live multimedia “State of the World” type addresses with the text content also online supported by easy-to-read statistical links. As the parasitic subculture slowly abates, the content of these addresses will be increasingly appreciated by improving people who actually want there to be plenty of jobs.”

After dinner, the guests mill around networking with each other. John Coluvis spots Willie momentarily unengaged and approaches him quickly saying.

“Glad to catch you alone. I need to tell you something quickly… I’ve been enjoying the  anti-Globalist strikes reported by truthful media, but began to see some common threads, so I started doing periodic searches of the FBI database with key words connoting certain superhuman or mythological abilities.

“Perfect timing. Yesterday morning, I spotted an in-house file indicating the belief that… “

Others are approaching for Willie. Gesturing, Coluvis continues,

“The rest is important. We need privacy for this. When people start to leave, let’s meet at that little park next to the diner down the road.”

Willie says,

“Yes, absolutely, I want to hear the rest.”

Coluvis continues to network. After an hour people start to leave. Willie nods to Coluvis, who thanks Garrett, and heads for his car.

At the park, Willie and the Witches sit down with Coluvis at a large picnic table. He repeats for the Witches the part that he told Willie previously, then continues,

“Yesterday on our database I found a file based on the analysis of one hundred and twelve anti-Globalist strikes, stating the conclusion that there is one group of people, specifically one man and four women, with possibly ‘super human abilities’ responsible for a large portion of the hits.

“One especially scary part, however, is that they have a picture from Sundance, who I spotted as Wendy the minute I saw it.

“The other scary part is that they believe this group to be based in ‘Northern New England’ because of the direction a car was seen to be heading by nearby onlookers in the immediate aftermath of two of the strikes.

“Even though the country has been going Libertarian recently, and most of the hits are against people doing things that are now illegal, there are still control freaks in law enforcement who work on the ‘letter of the law’ principle.

“I’m not one for advice, but since your numbers are the best in the world and you’ve served the Revolution admirably, there would be nothing wrong in retiring from the field at this point or at least in limiting your activity to single person strikes, especially a long way from New England. And, of course…

looking at Wendy,

“I hate to have to say this, Wendy, but you need to be especially careful because of face printing. It would be a good idea for you to avoid cameras in general, especially surveillance cameras, from now on.”

Willie says,

“John, this information really appreciated. We’ve been planning to cut back somewhat but ‘retire from the field’ has a nice relaxing ring to it. I’ve been thinking about trying to help sustain revolutionary gains with writing, but now think I better use a nom de plume and base the address outside the country.”

Coluvis says,

“I agree, but you also want to be sure that the area you choose is not under similar special scrutiny because of other warriors. If you decide on a place, I’ll be happy to search the Interpol database to see… You have

my contact information from previously.”

Coluvis and the family part company, then head for home. Once in transit, Sage ventures a thought,

“This was one of the finest days of my life, but I feel melancholy thinking that men like Garret, or any of that company, will be gone in a blink of the eye by our reckoning. It made me yearn to reach out to them, and

I feel frustrated that I did not.”

Willie answers,

“I agree. Garret, of course, and some of the others knew immediately that we were Vampires. If he wanted the change, he could have spoken to me, but who knows, we might hear from him yet. As you well remember sanguine immortality is not a thing that one enters into lightly.

“All the Warriors know that vampires exist and have the option to seek change. It’s a very individual choice, but I still feel conflicted remembering how ignorant I was previously. I knew that Vampires exist, but never thought of seeking the change for myself when I should have been proactive about it. I think it was primarily qualms about how to feed easily that held me back…”

Debbie intervenes at this point,

“We could compose an essay explaining the facts and send it to all the Revolution Warriors as self-destructing files so the information won’t leek out. For those who want it, we could do a long weekend change-fest somewhere… not Burklyn… too conspicuous.”

Willie looks thoughtful,

“That’s a splendid idea, but I think we need to sleep many nights on it and discuss it at all meals during the interim. There will be many ramifications we have not yet contemplated.”

Janet and Wendy nod in agreement. 

Now, as the snowcapped Cascade volcanoes roll by, the family is inspired to discuss future travel destinations. Before they arrive home, they visit Crater Lake, Glacier National Park, Grand Teton, and Yellowstone. 

Autonomous Volition

Willie and the Witches are allowing full reign to the stewing process about whether to write to the other Warriors about Vampire change. One night Wendy says,

“The thing I worry about is that if all the Warriors become Vampires something might happen that we cannot foresee. It might limit access to places of activism in some way.

“There might be a war on all Vampires because of the bad behavior of some, that augmented by new methods of detection. Imagine a future with scanning at airports, banks, medical facilities, libraries, public places in general. If we were detected we would have to get out of here fast and leave everything behind.

“We are true Darwinists. Let others make their own decisions and choices. If any of the Warriors contact us we can tell them that we wish them well, but are under oath of secrecy because we decided that transforming others is too much risk. My understanding is that secrecy is implicit in our coven oath.

“Also, the World Council of Vampires have their own ways of detecting new Vampires in the world, and they are not at all Libertarian. If we run afoul of them, we’re going to be very sorry about it. I think we’re lucky they haven’t found us out us already. Let’s just hope they don’t gain access to the FBI files that John Coluvis mentioned.”

The family all look thoughtful.

March 28,

At dinner Willie says,

“I agree with what Wendy said. I vote that we let capable Warriors find their own resources that will not imperil our coven. Are we agreed?

The Witches say,

“Aye” 

Cloning

April 18, 2045

At breakfast Willie says,

“Last night I received intel about a group of Leftists in Cali who have a project to recreate the Negroid Race with cloning.  They already have two black babies growing inside white mothers.

“What they’ve done is illegal and would mandate abortion or termination at birth, whichever is safer for the mother. I can’t imagine how they planned to reproduce an entire race incognito. Virulent Socialism is, of course, now recognized as both a cognitive and character disorder.

“If we leaked the information to the law there would be social protest and controversy that would rekindle long abandoned agendas. It might even delay the normal legal process.

Wendy asks,

“How is cloning done?”

Willie looks to Sage, who answers,

“Body cells are taken from the person to be cloned. The nucleus of one of these is transferred to the host oocyte, which now becomes a fertilized ovum like any other,

and starts embryonic development.”

Willie adds,

“They’re using cells from two Negroes of four that were found quick frozen in ice near Point Barrow Alaska.”

Janet says,

“Guess we’ll have to come out of retirement. I’d like to do this one myself… and California is a long way from Northern New England.”

Willie replies,

“Good, let’s go over details after dinner.”

On her computer, Janet creates a file with addresses and other information Willie gives to her,

“The two pregnant white mammies are receptionists at a public medical clinic. The implants were done on a Sunday, but your task may not be a simple one.

“It would be best to eliminate everyone involved in this, but who are they? Most important, four quick frozen Negroes are on ice somewhere, possibly off-property.

“You must find out all this information before dispatching either of the mothers. There is also the possibility that neither woman will know these things or tell you even if they do.”

Janet reflects as they visit the clinic website and study pictures of the clinic staff.

“Torture? I’ve never done it.”

Willie smirks and says,

“Everything you do tortures me, Janet. Imagine what you could accomplish if you tried.”

Janet smiles happily. Willie continues,

“Fly out, and rent a small van in case you need to move bodies. Buy a package of giant plastic garbage bags, three forty-pound bags of quicklime, and a sturdy spade shovel. As far as coaxing the women for information, be politely scary. Put them in fear of harm.”

As they finish the details, Willie and Janet get horny and have a quick poke on her bed.

April 24, 2045   6:42 A.M.

In heavy disguise, Janet arrives at the clinic, parks at a distance, and with binoculars soon sees both of the woman arrive before anyone else. She runs to the building fast, enters, grabs each woman by the throat, and squeezing hard at appropriate intervals, questions them,

“I’m with a para-military organization We have information that you’re engaged in an illegal cloning project. Please tell me immediately where the quick-frozen Negroes are stored.”

The younger woman is terrified and says,

“In a freezer on the second floor.”

Janet says,

“Lock the outside doors and take me up.”

Janet keeps a vice grip on the back of each woman’s neck. They ride the elevator to the second floor and walk to the room in a far corner of the building. Janet maneuvers

them over to the freezer and says,

“Please open the lid.”

The younger woman does. Janet sees the frozen bodies, and says,

“Good, thank you. I’ll also require a list of all individuals involved in this project. The younger woman replies, 

“Six besides us. Three fishermen who found the bodies, my brother who was onboard with them, bought the bodies, and told them nothing, not even his full name, one nurse, and her husband, Dr. Juan Jestero, the surgeon who did the cellular transplants.”

Janet is pleased that she can visualize the nurse and surgeon so clearly from memory after seeing their pictures on the clinic website, but she really didn’t expect there to be so many people involved in the project.

For two seconds she feels bewildered, then realizes that simply getting rid of these two women and the four frozen bodies is all that is necessary to end the project for good .

She wishfully wonders how much talk there is likely to be in the aftermath, about personal involvement in an illegal project that failed?

She further reasons that killing everybody will draw far more media attention than not doing so, and might somehow increase the chance of an information leak.

Janet snaps the necks of both women, grabs the door keys, goes out, locks the doors, runs fast to the van, drives it to the building, goes in, bags all six bodies, cleans the rooms and freezer meticulously, takes the bodies down and puts them in the van. All of this at high speed in four minutes and twelve seconds.

But… during this marvelous burst of activity she is haunted by nagging specters of the brother going public because of his missing sister, or the surgeon and wife going public because of the missing receptionists.

She knows that she must not be lazy in a matter of such importance, so she fishes up home addresses and the brother’s work address from the desk personnel file.

Synchronicity bonus. Just as Janet is about to drive out of the loading area, a car pulls into the parking lot. As Dr. Jestero and wife get out, Janet goes fast back inside through the loading area door, unlocks the entry door, and hides. The couple comes in as usual. Janet breaks both their necks, bags and loads them, cleans the lobby again, locks up, and leaves, all in one minute, forty-eight seconds.

Next, she swings by the gas station where the brother works, kills him with a big wrench, makes it look like a robbery by taking all the money in the cash drawer, and leaves fast.

Now she drives forty minutes and finds a hidden area of leafy woods adjacent to the Sacramento River. She digs an eighteen inch deep round bowl eight feet in diameter in the river bank one foot from the water, loads in the eight bodies, then covers them with quicklime.

The process begins immediately, but the frozen Negros slows it down. To hasten things along, Janet stirs and prods using the shovel like a giant cooking spoon in a stew pot.

At last, the caldron of death masterpiece is ready to be served. It looks like pepper pot soup with extra tomato. Janet shovels out the one-foot portion of earth and the soup flows peacefully into the Sacramento River. She scrapes out every drop with the shovel, fills the dirt back in, tamps it firm, and re-covers it with leaves. Looks like nothing happened.

When Janet arrives home, she renders a detailed account to the family at dinner. Willie is delighted and says,

“I think you’re right not to worry about the three in Alaska. Selling the bodies was illegal, they learned nothing further, and every trace of the project has been liquidated. The subject will never come up. Someday the fishermen will probably brag to grandchildren about how they found four quick frozen Negroes in the ice, but it won’t affect the future at all.

Next morning Willie searches Sacramento area news on the Internet and sees that authorities commented on the coincidence of time and family between the clinic disappearances and gas station murder, but also say that it seems unlikely that the two situations are otherwise connected. The case is never solved. 

Longevity Strategies

May 2, 2045

At dinner Willie addresses the family,

“Dearest Witches, as you know, my novels are selling very well even though the events are fast passing from inspirational futurism to historical reminiscence.

“After too many decades, however, author longevity will attract unwanted attention. Before this happens, I’m going to arrange things with publishers to make it seem that

the company names I’m using now are marketing my work posthumously.

“I mention this on the outside chance that someone will want to increase book sales with an interview. It will have to be one of you in deep disguise, excepting Wendy because of what Coluvis said. There is, of course, plenty of time to decide.

“Another longevity problem will arise with those of us who do speaking engagements. Similar timing, similar strategy. Any of us can get a shoe-in as offspring of the departed, also living for liberty. We will need voice modulators

and to check for unusual expressions in scripts because we may share audience. Even people who support our ideas, especially journalists, may be tempted by the intrigue of identity exposé.”

Debbie comments tranquilly,

“Imagine if mankind eventually comes to embrace Libertarian ideals, we’ll still be around to bask in it. Once it happens we’ll have to ski mountains on other planets just to keep busy.”

Says Wendy,

“It’s very likely we’ll find un-Libertarian situations on other planets everywhere in the universe. That will keep us busy forever.”

Looking at a recent text, Willie announces,

“We still have work to do on Earth. I just received confirmation that there is a secret base in South America harboring 28,000 Islamicists who escaped the purge. Quick frozen Negroes… now this. It’s like red ants evacuating a rotten log. It never stops.”

Aerial Attack

May 4, 2045

At breakfast Willie announces,

“Last night I came to realize that the Islamicist encampment is so large we’ll need two fast planes. At first I thought to use many small powerful bombs tossed down by hand. In fact, it would take too many… Then studying wind data, I found that heavy poison gas will work better. Total coverage because It spreads.

“I was also pleased to learn that all of the indigenous population were evacuated elsewhere. Only Islamicists are in residence.

“Debbie, can you get Pam for this?”

“I can try. Who will fly the other plane?”

Sage replies,

“I got a little air time when I was a kid, but am not licensed. But, if we can get the plane, I can probably fly it.”

It takes three weeks to get the four-hundred cannisters. In the interim, Willie draws a flight diagram over a satellite photo of the village. The family studies it that night at dinner. He also locates two airplane rental agencies

in opposite directions from the target, and each is less than a hundred miles away.

June 8, 2045  5:03 A.M.

Debbie and Pam admire the rugged mountain scenery as they approach from the North. They are in perfect synch with the other plane.

Sage and Willie are coming from the South. It took a large bribe to get the plane they wanted, but Sage’s piloting skills are intact.

When the pilots see each other, each goes to their closest corner of the village. They fly low in a straight line over the target, turn at the end, and go back leaving a three hundred foot margin between the line made by each pass. The passenger in each plane is kept very busy as she drops an open cannister out the cockpit door every three hundred feet. 

The gas is infused with a brilliant blue dye so the spreading of the gas and the area already covered are highly visible from the planes. The few Islamicists who are out and about at this early hour look up angrily, shaking their fists at the planes, but drop dead the minute they inhale the gas.

Willie and family head home immediately. The secrecy of the installation was very complete, so there is no news coverage by any news media, either Globalist, or Libertarian.

The next night at dinner Willie is pleased to announce,

“Dearest Witches, today I received private intel from my original source, that there were no survivors, and nobody in the greater vicinity of the village has reported seeing inappropriate planes, so we are back to an Islam-free world, at least for the time being. 

Eye in the Sky

July 12, 2045

At dinner Willie looks very solemn,

“We’re smart, but have badly underestimated something we should not have… Last night John Coluvis called me.

“The FBI tracking of our major strikes has escalated to detailed examination of stock satellite photos. Outdoor stuff we did at high speed is being treated like a national security risk. Some even think that we could be outer space aliens. In terms of special abilities, we very nearly are…

“Within days they will be at our door unless we do something fast. Coluvis says the only way is to immediately alter the satellite photos of our escape routes from one hundred miles beyond here back about one hundred miles towards the site of each strike on the days

we made them. Doing it this way is because we don’t know how far they have already tracked towards us. We will use a flawless technique that will make it look as though

cloud cover is blocking the view.

“We are very lucky in his, because Coluvis said that they are in the final stages of testing a process that penetrates cloud cover, but this cannot affect existing footage done with the old technology.”

Debbie looks worried. Willie reads her,

“Coluvis sent information about how to find the files at the National Reconnaissance Office and do the particulars. There are many other photos elsewhere, but the investigators, we hope, will reason that those would also show the same cloud cover. John cannot join us on this because he will need to be elsewhere as an alibi in case we are detected.

“I asked about cloud frequency, and he said that in cases where there is a clear view of the venue, if the distance is over two hundred miles, the trail will be lost 67% of the time by cloud cover. He made a sequential list of all the strikes involving high speed or other extraordinary abilities. I reconciled it with my own record. They missed two but Wendy should fix them anyway.”

Wendy looks surprised by Willie’s remark.

He explains.

“Access will need to be through ventilation ducts, and size-wise you are the obvious choice. I think you are well qualified in other ways too. I have a copy of the Coluvis material for each of us. Please study before retiring.”

Willie sighs,

“There’s a good chance we won’t be able to stop this, so I suggest that tonight each of us pack those few items on our lists of things we cannot live without. I’ll brief you on remaining details after dinner and we can sleep on it.

“We leave tomorrow at 9:00 A.M. Bring the special stuff along in case something happens and we can’t come back here.

“If we do make it through this we should retire from the field once and for all. No more exceptions. The way the tech is going, soon the resolution of satellite footage will be so good that they’ll be able to match it up with face print I.D. It’s getting so you can’t even blow your nose anywhere on Earth without someone eyeballing you. Problem is, it’s usually the bad guys who have all the tech surveillance, not the revolutionaries.”

The Witches look sad and unhappy about this impending threat, but only in the way that invincible people are prone to do.

The family has always loved Seattle in the Autumn, and made it the contingency escape destination many years ago. They have well established foolproof I.D. for a quick move to that area.

Willie’s investment in the Burklyn property is only a small fraction of his net worth which is spread out everywhere under various names.

Cloud Cover

July 13, 2045  5:18 A.M.

Wendy enters the bathroom window unlocked yesterday by Coluvis. She finds the stall with the air duct. Only six screws and she’s in. The route to the file room is not that long, but she has to go very quietly.

Wendy reaches the file room. Coluvis sent good pictures so she finds the cabinet easily. She works as fast. At super vampire speed, each tape takes an average of four minutes. She thinks Willie may have underestimated something. The excellent resolution she is seeing in these tapes is probably already good enough for face matching.

It’s hard work, but the tapes are in sequence  by date and she somewhat enjoys it, kind of an exhilarating walk down Memory Lane.  

They start June 18, 2033 with Willie’s 36,000 drowned Islamists. Then as follows:

November 16, 2034 Sage 2400 Neighbors

December 18, 2034 Janet 14 Bankers

March 16, 2035 Willie 8,360 Superflies

April 5, 2035 Sage 221 Homosexuals

May 4, 2035 Willie 2^nd Amendment Opponents

June 18, 2035 Sage & Willie Labor Barbeque

July 23, 2035 Debbie & Pam 36,000 Islamists

October 14, 2035 Wendy 286 Sex Offenders

January 16, 2036 Family at Sundance

February 12, 2036 Family vs. Traffickers

Samhain 2036, 2037, 2038, 2039

April 24, 2045 Janet vs. Cloning

May 4, 2045 Family vs. 28,000 Islamists

Dear little Wendy works for an hour and eight minutes without resting. Finally she finishes. Just as she pulls the spring loaded vent grating closed, an early bird opens the hallway door to the file room. Wendy freezes, takes a few deep breathes, and now must be especially quiet as she crawls back to the ladies room.

As Wendy comes out of the bushes hiding the outside window, some people entering the building by conventional means, give her a curious, but pleasant look.

The family is waiting for her down the block. They go to a restaurant for a hearty second breakfast. Wendy mentions the resolution, but is feeling very confident about the quality of her work and now gives them the best news anyone could in this situation,

“I’m happy to say that I found the tracing of the first route was bookmarked at a stopping point forty miles from the venue, I decided to begin the cloud cover for this one at seventy miles. They hadn’t started on any of the others, so I made the cloud cover in every case start close to the venue and thereby much further from here, but not all the same. I also varied the end of the cloud cover in every case from one to three hundred miles beyond Burklyn.”

Willie is so proud of this dear little Witch that he cannot stop himself. He jumps up, gives her a bear hug and kiss. Other diners smile.

All the family looks happy,

Janet says,

“Let’s go home. We can keep our essential stuff at the ready for quick departure in case there’s an emergency. When we travel we can take it with us.

“I have a feeling if we truly retire from the field now, the danger to us will gradually lessen. The revolution has been won, and the more time that passes, the more everybody will see that all the Warriors did the right thing even if it was illegal at the time.”

As they drive up the hill, Burklyn Hall looks more comforting than any of the family ever remembers seeing it.

Retirement

August 2, 2045

At dinner Willie delights the family,

“Dearest Witches, now that we are retired, our duty to our fellow man as Libertarians can only be to set a good example of how to live in prosperity.

“Each of you may remember my asking you recently about your ideal automobile.

“Tomorrow we will be taking delivery of five new little buggies: Debbie’s Mercedes, Sage’s Panamera, Wendy’s Cayman, Janet’s BMW, and my new Taycan.”

The next day all the cars arrive on schedule, one hour apart. Before dinner, Willie takes a group photo with the cars clustered together and each family member standing in front of their own vehicle. Cheesy, but nice.

From here forward, Willie still pays attention to enemy activity, but now when he receives intel that would trigger a strike, he passes it on, usually with a mass mailing to the other Warriors he has met. He has put a caveat paragraph at the end stressing the danger of underestimating reliance by adversaries upon high tech surveillance, especially

Eye in the Sky, that can track a person’s every move all the way home.

During the Years of Killing, all the Witches continued their career studies. Sage is now a medical doctor with a growing family practice. Debbie is a clinical psychologist doing private consultations based on referrals from a body of colleagues she accumulated while working for several years at a St. Johnsbury based agency. Wendy has eighteen scholarly non-fiction books in print. Willie continues his own writing, and admires the volume of Wendy’s sales. Janet is an independent news writer for Libertarian Digest and has to travel at times.

The Witches all excel in their careers. Pleasure reading happens at night after dinner. On weekends hobbies and creativity flourish in the labyrinthine splendor of Burklyn Hall’s second and third floors.

The family is spending more time visiting friends here and there, but are saddened by the reality that because they remain young, as time passes they must use makeup to simulate aging. They’ve also found that many of their old friends now seem a bit tedious after the way they’ve been living the past few years. In all these cases they initiate a kind hearted phasing out process.

They’ve discussed becoming friendly with other Vampires, but are at a stalemate about this because of the more effective dangers presented by friends that would prove to be disappointing  or aggressive in some way.

Besides their world travels, in winter and spring the family spends three days out of every two weeks skiing everything in Northern New England. In summer they go snorkeling or sailing on the many nearby lakes, especially Willoughby, Memphremagog, and Champlain. In Autumn they climb mountains and hike long trails to scenic overlooks.

The New Look

One of the most splendid things that people have begun to notice since 2034, is the slow, but steadily increasing, beauty of the natural and human environment. The air and water are clean. The birds and little animals, like squirrels and chipmunks, seem happier and friskier than anyone has seen them in over 100 years.

People have finally come to realize that quality of living is superior to quantity of life, that maximum manifestation for fewer numbers is better than mere subsistence for vast suffering multitudes.

The human population has been declining at an exponential rate. This is creating a new industry in the rejuvenation and beautification of communities everywhere on earth.

All the worst buildings of every kind are being dismantled. In some places this involves only a process similar to thinning out rows of seedlings, with the really crummy looking houses being pulled like weeds, wherever

they are located. This is starting a boom in the salvage industry. Warehouses worldwide will soon be filled to the rafters with recyclable building materials.

There is also a boom starting in real estate sales. Young couples everywhere are buying small houses suitable for responsible sized families limited to two children.

Because of the lower prices for housing, there is more income being used for transportation. Everywhere people are beginning to buy beautiful, safe, high performance cars. 

Greater Happiness

Under the influence and tutelage attached to Globalist banker endowments for education, schools had been dumbing kids down for over 100 years. 

The goal was to replace logical common-sense reactions with moral lassitude. This was done by slowly changing the curriculum with false information about wealth, economics, science, health, nutrition, sex, gender, natural selection, archaeology, race, history, good, evil, right, wrong, love, hate, spirituality, liberty, security and sovereignty. This was done, not just with skewed emphasis and interpretation, but often with outright difficult-to-check falsehood.

After graduation, the dumbing down continued, with selective information about current events, from subverted mainstream media. The upside-down agenda we saw prior to 2034 was to make reality and policy conform to a distorted world view, instead of making the world view and policy conform to reality.

Since the Revolution, false ideas about wealth have been dispelled. The subverted schools taught by subtle inference that if one person was successful, this meant that some other person somewhere would be deprived as a result. Failing people were taught blaming. Successful people were taught guilt. The underlying fallacy was the false premise that there is only a limited amount of wealth in the world, so it must be divided equally. With this nonsense in the past, people see that there are no limits to what they can achieve.

With increasing prosperity, and the return of indigenous peoples to their ancestral homelands, there has been a resurgence of ethnic and cultural pride everywhere.

We see it in the arts, music, and culinary industries.  People are researching their geologies, and posting the information for family members on websites, with colorful collections of ancient family banners. Tourism is up worldwide. Travelers are enjoying the full potency of indigenous cultures everywhere on earth. 

There has been a resurgence of interest in everything. People are demanding much more of life, and enjoying hobbies pertaining to things outside of themselves. All the pathetic self-involvement with phony disorders, previously used as lame excuses for poor performance or low achievement, is quickly disappearing.

Recreational drug use is nearly gone. Medical students are being taught to encourage people not to ask for prescription tranquilizers, but rather to get their lives in hand, not to ask for antidepressants, but to employ their natural courage and allow themselves to grieve.

Today people are comfortable with who and what they are. All that gender fluidity delusion, and the freakish human monstrosities that went with it, are a thing of the past. The bleaching and dying of hair and skin in mimicry of other races, is gone, and there are no more retarded catcalls of racism or phobia for every nuance of normal human preference.

We are witnessing the triumph of individuality.

Warrior Reunion

October 28, 2048 Whidbey Island WA

The Garrett Valdison connected warriors who collaborated during the Revolution have rented an entire Scandinavian / German restaurant for two days of feasting. The building is a beautiful reproduction of a Viking longhouse fitted out as a mead / dining hall.

Around the periphery are dining tables and chairs, with framed coats of arms on the walls. Down the middle is a long banquet table with seating for seventy-two. The massive chairs have carved animal heads at the tops

of the back posts. At each place setting there is an upright polished mead horn with engraved silver cap.

At both ends of the hall there is a massive fireplace with a small blaze exuding the wonderful smell of Alder wood. Above the east fireplace is a majestic elk’s head. In the west, that of a giant boar with ten inch tusks. Overhead are sixteen large chandeliers made from deer antlers, fitted with gas flames resembling candles.

The late morning sun is streaming through the small windows. Roasting foods are in rotation above the flames as they slowly cook to perfection.

Over the east fire are two colossal turkeys. One is stuffed with a goose, stuffed with a chicken, stuffed with a duck, stuffed with bread and prune dressing, basted at intervals with peach brandy. The other is stuffed with traditional bread and apple dressing and basted with cherry brandy. There is also an entire side of beef rubbed with savory spices, and kettles brimming with small potatoes, butternut squash, and rich gravies.

In the west fireplace there is are two massive pork roasts. One is skewered with prunes and basted with blackberry brandy, the other with dried pears, basted with apricot brandy.

When dinner is served, there will be pitchers of cold cider, cranberry juice, black currant nectar from Belgium, and pumpkin spice eggnog. None in this brave company drink alcohol.

The fragrance of all this splendor is making everyone ravenous. The warriors are all with wives or girlfriends. A few of the men, and most of the women, have required introduction. Everyone is clad in traditional Nordic attire.

The men are waring shirts of mail. Those we recognize at table are:

Garrett Valdison 76, Gretchen Van Roon, Britt Linstrum

Clifton Farris, Amy Stillson

Hilton Armstrong, Liz, Burgess Crowell, eldest 87

FBI Special Agent John Coluvis

Lambert Swanson, Monique, Natasha

Vick Madison

Morgan Fairfax Johnston, Trevor Wilson

Bertram Siegfried Anderson, Lars, Sven, Peter

Dr. Darl Kaufmann, Rodman Berghofer, Werner Kahl

Max Johann Dietrich, Karin

Emile Bonvuar, Venus, Brett, Adriene

Randal Chadwick Johnston, Litner Lamire, Rothman Blonder,

Kilmer Dobson

Walter Durrant, Daryl Johnson, Bonnie, John Mosely,

Paul Donnelly, Hugh Bellows, Karl Beckmann

Carl Edmund Norris, Rachael Heathwick

Greta Ingram

Tedmund Farrel

President Roswell Benedict

York Edmunds, Chelsea Ryder

Professor Lars Hanson

Sigurd Warner, youngest at 40

Harlan Sewell

Wilfrid Fairfax Ulricson, Sage, Debbie, Wendy, Janet

Garrett mentions Willie and family to the servers as being on a special diet. Now for everyone else…

Dinner is served. These folks know enough to enjoy food without talking overmuch. They eat heartily and long, slowly savoring every morsel. After Chocolate Torte Grand Marnier, pecan pie a la mode, and baked egg custard glazed with maple syrup, the time for conversation is at hand. Garrett rises to speak, 

“Ladies and Warriors, I salute you.  We have come through very difficult times, but have been blessed with the opportunity to assist our elected officials in making the most useful changes to Planet Earth in all of human history. What many of us did individually must remain our own, but in studying the known demographics, I conclude that those present here today constituted around eighty percent of the paramilitary resistance in the US and Canada, and roughly twenty percent in Europe.

“Australia and New Zealand had smaller problems and managed to implement their own solutions. Sigurd Warner, and his friend at Oxford, Ling Chong, got the revolution started in China. I’m very proud of this group and feel deeply honored to be among you.”

Everyone applauds. Garrett continues:

“At first I found many of the events opening the Period of Natural Correction to be perplexing or sadly disappointing, but now I see the great splendor in the aftermath. It’s as though all of the problematical peoples of the world knew that they needed to self-destruct in order to bring the world to perfection, but at the same time, wanted to go out with a good fight. I suggest we honor and thank them all with a moment of silence.”

There are many happy smiles. Mead horns are raised in toast. Garrett continues,

“One of the most splendid side-effects is that the world population went from nine billion to two billion … quite a correction. This had a further consequence in showing people the advantage of fewer numbers, thus inspiring them to further improve the world by curbing birth rates so that we now are down to one billion, well on the way to the target ideal of three hundred and twenty million.

“We have all been introduced, and now I’d like to ask our good friend President Roswell Benedict to comment on the current status of the Ten Point Program.” 

Revolution Update

Everyone applauds as Benedict rises.

“Thankyou. As we all know, most former presidents, continue to work for programs they initiated during their incumbency. I am not an exception in this. Generally, everything I said to the UN in 2034 has continued to progress as planned. I will, however, offer some specificity as to how this is being achieved.

“The nationalization of all central banks worldwide, and the complete dissolution of the International Monetary Fund, is possibly the greatest thing we have accomplished.  The effect on the world economy has been almost unbelievable. As you may know, we litigated for only fifty percent reparations from the bankers. We felt that we should absorb a portion of the blame for letting them do what they did to us for so long. Most of them are now re-patriated, lending only within their own borders, enjoying home, family, and travels.

“Many nations have followed Germany’s wartime example in tying the amount of currency issued, to hours actually worked, thus rendering the price of metals, stable though they may be, irrelevant in terms of the national currency.

“Eliminating the parasitic control of bankers removed most other incentives to sell out the country. The subverted politicians in Congress and the Senate were left high and dry when we nationalized the Fed. Realizing that without their collusion payoffs, it would be better to live in a prosperous country than a floundering one, many decided to support Libertarian policies. I think most of them are actually much happier now that they are finally doing the right thing.

“Since the Period of Natural Correction, there have been no border disputes or military engagements anywhere. There simply aren’t any reasons for international strife.

“The only problems in ending Socialism came from recalcitrant individuals seeking to be chronically dependent on government. Many, paid by Boris Pilos, engaged in paramilitary activity, trying to stop the revolution.

“They were easily defeated. Most were drug addicts in the broader sense of the term. When faced with isolation communities, they decided to get themselves drug free, went back to school, and later found jobs easily because of the total availability of work. Simply no excuse to be stay-at-homes any longer. They are visibly much happier people today, and many have also become Libertarians.

“Crime has practically disappeared. Life ho longer suggests viability in exploitative behavior. It’s so easy to prosper honorably today, why take the risk involved in being a thief of any kind? Of course, the elimination

of constitutional psychopathy has aided in all aspects of crime. The serial and thrill killers

are finally gone.

“There are still some unnecessarily violent people. Most are the type whose personal misery usually increases in contrast to improving conditions around them. Isolation community residents always have to imprison them. Since their problems usually involve only sexual dysfunction, we employ good hearted professionals to work with them in this regard.”

Everyone smiles.

“In education, our biggest problem has been to find people with good enough character to understand what needs to be done. The previous workforce of teachers were a bunch of totally ruined human beings left over from the dumbing down period. In most cases we had to screen young college kids and train them from scratch. Education involves a long turn-around period, but it’s starting to pay off.

“In sixth grade the kids are taught about the Nationalist Revolution and everything that led up to it, including the role of international bankers, crooked politicians, subverted media, and dumbed down populations. There is special emphasis on developing logic, critical thinking, and natural watchfulness in children, so that nothing like this will ever happen again.

“As to the sleepwalker adults who made it through his entire period without any real inkling of what was really happening, all news outlets worldwide have agreed to run a one hour historical documentary about the period immediately after the local and national news, seven days a week, for one month, then to repeat the entire process one year later, and at five year intervals thereafter. The documentary is beautifully produced and is also available on the Internet for those who can’t manage to see it on television, or who might wish to see it again at any time.

“In medicine, the high costs usually manifested as provision for lawsuits initiated by patients as a standard way of making ends meet. An environment of this type takes a long time to change, even after the problems that caused it have been corrected. We are beginning to see lower prices for office visits, but not so much for drugs yet, except when there are well known nutritional or exercise alternatives.

“According to university studies, respect for the right to die and the knowledge that facilities are in place, has led to better health habits in all age groups, with increased individual effort towards longevity. Use of alcohol and recreational drugs, especially among older people, has fallen almost to nothing. Use of nutritional supplements and outdoor recreation, like skiing and hiking, has gone way up. Obesity is disappearing.

“Mr. Valdison has already told us the good news about population decline, and I’m sure any of you who are travelers have been noticing the splendid effect resulting from the policies regarding indigenous populations, race preservation, and the long overdue IQ adjustments, all of which are now the norm worldwide.

“Everything ahead looks good to me. Are there any questions or comments? ... Thank you all for your help in allowing us to achieve this.”

As President Benedict sits, there is hearty enthusiastic applause relative to the entire business.