Wednesday, February 29, 2012
The Up Side to the Big Die Off
We will be rid of tens-of-millions of stupid people who ruin humanity for the rest of us.
Harsh? Too bad.
If you are a parasite on your neighbor or society, if you seek to start strife and war, if you seek to impose your will on another human being, if you seek to take the fruit of his labor by the force of government, may you die. Please.
If there is Karmic Justice you will die a syphilitic mess, eaten from the guts out with cancer of the most painful organs and bones, alone and in the misery and squalor you have attempted to impose on others.
I will not weep. I will not offer aid or comfort. I will not even dig a ditch for your corpse.
If you are a bad person, die.
That is better for the rest of us.
And if you can't handle that simple truth, folks, if you are looking for a hero who will make the world a Utopia without hurting anyone's feelings...you are not prepared for the future of this republic, and you have no true understanding of our past.
It's time to face the truth. If you want sugar-coating and promises that the future will be easy and free of pain, that only the worst offenders will get hurt, or even that victory is likely, you are in the wrong place. We deal in realistic truth, and have no time or patience for lies or fantasy, or liars.
If Restoration is an academic exercise and fanatsy for you, or is measured by the price of the WWII canteen you bought at the thrift store, or the snarky letter you wrote to some anti-gun twit, please do not return here.
This blog is for men and women who mean what they say and say what they mean, for American Patriots who will do whatever it takes, by their own hands, to be rid of the tyrants and Enemies of Liberty among us.
This blog is about the deadly serious matter of Liberty. It is not a playground for geriatric, failed Provocateurs and Collaborators or their sycophants.
Be serious about Restoration, or please be gone and do not waste my time.
Restoration will only happen in the ugliest reality you can envision. Ask Selco.
And if we lose, the utter destruction of Liberty will be even uglier.
*SPECIAL NOTE FOR SLOBYSKYSA ROTCHIKOKOV*
Over at Sipsey you wagged your tongue about taking me out at 800 yards with your Barrett rifle.
Hey, Sloby - my address is online. Email me and I'll give it to you. Come get some, you coward. Bring your rifle if you wish, though I personally invite you to simply knock on my door and we'll do our thing in the street, like men.
Posted by K at 3:25 PM