Starving the Monkeys: Fight Back Smarter

by Tom Baugh

  Similarly, collectives of the nice have evolved techniques to snare the individualist with little effort on the part of the flock. Why do all the work when their sworn enemy, the individualist, will assist them? And so, they set their snare of injustice for the individualist. A creature of truth and merit whose very nature causes it to seek to right wrongs in rightful indignation, an individualist will rise out of the water and flop into the net. When the people of this nation, via their agents, attacked Randy Weaver, they hoped that he would rebel and thus ensure his destruction at their hands. A hope which was fulfilled by a startled child whom they slaughtered, and slaked their bloodlust with him and his mother.

  Similarly, when that campus cop deliberately left my handcuffs loose, the implement nearly falling from my wrists on its own accord, I would have assisted in my own destruction had I behaved as a renegade individualist might. Instead, when I asked that he tighten the handcuffs in order that we might play the game correctly, he grudgingly complied to the barest extent necessary.

  I denied him the opportunity to later shoot me and then be protected by the flock for so doing. But, despite this shared behavior, the campus cop and Lon Horiuchi, or any other official of the public trust, are simply symptoms of the infection, and thus not efficient targets of vengeance.

  Throughout the land, injustice serves as a means for the masses of the weak to detect and attack the strong. This law of monkey nature will remain so as long as the collective of the nice rule in nameless majority. Incredulity at arrest becomes resistance, a question becomes verbal assault, and a raised finger becomes disorderly conduct. Any flight, struggle or challenge, the raw animal impulse of a cornered creature of independent spirit, becomes a compounding offense whose consequences justify and magnify the original injustice. For now the victim is truly guilty, the precipitating cause forgotten, having exhausted its purpose.

  The provocation serves a filtering purpose as well. When the submissive rabbit goes limp in the hands, he survives the test. His limpness identifies him as a member of the flock of the nameless oppressing multitude whom the authorities protect and serve precisely as directed.

  From time to time the people seek to destroy those who will not go quietly, and so precipitate violence and tragedy, and yet deny any responsibility. The masses, knowing their proper response, flock to the aid of their comrades. Even the innocent victims of tragedy serve their purpose. McVeigh evaporated the federal building, thinking that he was avenging Weaver and Waco.

  But instead he manufactured for them 168 Jesi. The blood sacrifice of these then fueled a hunt for the alleged brethren of McVeigh, the mythical wolf of our time, the white supremacist. They hunted the very ones he had sought to defend and promote. In so doing, he merely fanned the flames to his enemies' advantage. And retroactively exonerating the injustices at Ruby Ridge and at the home of the Branch Davidians, these acts having now borne their intended fruit, four and two years later, respectively.

  The collective of the nice seeks, by uncoordinated common action, to destroy the spirit of independence and liberty within the individualist. In so doing, the collective knows that they will provoke disproportionate response from time to time. This is a price they are willing to pay. A price they know they can twist to their purpose as a feeding call for their fellows, caring not for the innocent victims of the tragedies which precipitate. Or caring not for the victims who are required to multiply into greater tragedy.

  On April 16th, 2007, we watched the tragedy unfold on the Virginia Tech campus, and learned of the events preceding that terror. As surprise and shock swept the nation, I was surprised only that it had taken so long. I had spent years steering anyone who would listen away from attending that little shop of judicial horror. I had spent years even avoiding listing where I had earned my Master's degree, to avoid the casual assumption of a recommendation. But finally, it had happened.

  Internet Research

  Research the Virginia Tech tragedy, and the history of Seung-Hui Cho. In particular pay attention to the August 2007 findings of the Virginia Tech Review Panel. Those who would have us believe in their concern for the handicapped sought to thwart the one voice available to this outcast with his speech impediment, his creative writing. Containing dark themes worthy of a Poe or a King, his work was instead used as a tool to destroy his defiant spirit. And this apparent miscalculation precipitated a tragedy which nonetheless serves the purpose of the collective. And yet, we can not point a single finger at an individual who is to blame. Instead, the efforts had been accumulated by the multitudes over the sum of his miserable life, their victim trapped in the prison of an malfunctioning voice. Charity indeed.

  Consider Cho's own words transcripted from his barely intelligible videotaped manifesto mailed just before his rampage in Norris Hall: "Do you know what it feels like to be humiliated and be impaled upon on a cross? And left to bleed to death for your amusement? You have never felt a single ounce of pain your whole life. Did you want to inject as much misery in our lives as you can just because you can? ... I didn't have to do this. I could have left. I could have fled. But no, I will no longer run. It's not for me. For my children, for my brothers and sisters that you f***ed, I did it for them ... When the time came, I did it. I had to ... You had a hundred billion chances and ways to have avoided today, but you decided to spill my blood. You forced me into a corner and gave me only one option. The decision was yours. Now you have blood on your hands that will never wash off."

  Not one collusion was required by his perceived tormentors, their membership in the collective of the nice being sufficient to flock in unison. Does this excuse his violence? Of course not, but this tragedy does illustrate the perception of injustice which causes some to destroy. And illustrates the naturally evolved mechanism of that injustice, with not a single dose of blame allowed to spread elsewhere to any other contributing source. Such has the organism of the collective evolved to its own advantage.

  This book is also written for one Cho, for one McVeigh, for a Harris or a Klebold. Someone understands you, you are not alone, and your time has not yet come. Don't allow yourself to become a pawn of the collective. Don't manufacture martyrs for their benefit only to be destroyed yourself after serving their purpose. Strive for excellence in all your endeavors, and then deny them the fruits of your excellence. Thwart their efforts to subvert your success by educating yourself. Take the path I have shown you in this book and learn the math, the sciences, the engineering. Then turn this knowledge to your own purpose to support yourself in your independence.

  Most of my adult life I have followed the rules, at times by the barest of margins but followed nonetheless. While so doing others have cheated and stolen and lied have profited. I have seen the able whine about their circumstance while I have overcome my own deficiencies. While I am by no means a rich man, I have had many years in which the best fruits of my labor have been seized from me and given to the unworthy. Some years I have paid more in taxes than most have earned. I have seen the rebates and stimuli taken from me and given to those who never bated or ever responded to stimuli.

  I now give this largess stolen from me to my brethren; learn excellence for its own sake, and then take their welfare, their unearned income credits, their stimuli, their bailouts. Take them if for no other purpose than to snatch it out of the mouths of the mediocre and lazy. Take their grants, their contract payments, yet deny them employment or the revenue which would result from the greater income which you might earn and return in greater taxes.

  Find your fellow individualists, learn from them, and support each other through trade, always providing more value than you are paid. And in so doing, you improve your own life and the lives of your natural allies. So enriched, each of you may enjoy your ticks of the clock while your mutual enemies squirm in need, seeking the wealth and submission of your kind, but finding none.

  Aggressively thwart their efforts to lure you into crimes as you respond. Crimes which then justify their persecution a
nd their disproportionate punishment of your response while they ignore their own. Be meticulous in your taxes, paying all that they demand from you, yet limiting that demand by providing for yourself in other ways which their laws have not yet foreseen or clenched. Never allow your mind, your primary weapon, to be destroyed by drugs or excessive drink. Never traffic in these either as the collective will of the enemies who surround you use these simple crimes to incarcerate you for life and seize all which you have earned. Or perhaps to sentence you to immediate execution by taser if you struggle at your arrest.

  Militia literature, a target of both the right and the left, abounds with the simplistic description of your enemies as ignorant and helpless. Naive militias use hopeful terms such as sheeple to explain apparently docile compliance with the collective. You now know that this assessment has been carefully crafted to deceive you as to their true nature. You can see their true nature for yourself in their mocking faces of smugness as they torment you, foolishly thinking you incapacitated by their web.

  Your enemies are far from helpless innocents deluded by lies from smoke-filled rooms which you now know are powerless without these millions. Instead, your true enemies know full well what they do to destroy you. Your enemies, far from helpless, far from innocent and ignorant, flock in their deliberate uncoordinated concert to protect their infection from the antibodies which nature has placed in their midst. Your enemies feign innocence as they tear into your flesh.

  Faced with their oppression in its many forms, and understanding their snares, train yourself to turn to work or a new lesson. Expend their energy of injustice in ways which benefit rather than restrain or destroy you. Over time, you will find that developing the response of productive action when faced with oppression will serve your purpose well. Your time has not yet come.

  For most of my adult life, until I was arrested and faced imprisonment for the sole crime of rudeness, I had served to protect our freedoms. Mine was a service for which First Wife and I had been naively proud, not knowing that I had instead been an enforcer of the collective of niceness. Service to these cretins be damned as they will second-guess each squeeze of your trigger as you protect their interests. Take from them the knowledge of death and destruction by service in their military, while you prepare yourself for life and creation. Your time has not yet come.

  They will push you, taunt you, label you, constrain you, attack you with bureaucracy and administration and false diagnosis. But let their efforts flow around your independent spirit like water around a rock. Feign compliance as you plan for our greater work of creation and self-sufficiency in the future which will be ours alone. Resist them not, for they rely on your efforts for your destruction. They have long ago forgotten how to fish with their hands or a net and only know the weir or the baited hook. Your time has not yet come.

  Deny your enemies their lifeblood by draining them of your charity, your self-sacrifice, your bowing at their altars, your belief in their lies. They need your service and your alms, you need them for nothing. If they refuse you admission at their schools for crimes they precipitated before you became aware of their true nature, teach yourself using what I have shown you. Or, if it suits your purpose and you have the opportunity, attend their schools. Wander among them unseen, undetected, taking what you need to feed your mind and your future, and give nothing back which they don't compel you by force to surrender. Your time has not yet come.

  Use this book as a diagnostic instrument, mention it to others who may share your beliefs without exposing your own, then gauge their response. Decry me and this work if it suits your purpose and improves your camouflage, for your time has not yet come.

  Your enemies have had centuries to feed on an expanding harvest created by individualists of the past. In their gorging upon this excess the monkeys have proliferated out of control and are almost at the limit of their capacity. Still, they have not yet discovered that their victims are evolving, too. The monkey collective itself has destroyed many of the weak and the stupid of us already. And in so doing they left the strong and clever of us to bide our time and begin our own flocks.

  But your time has not yet come.

  Over time, their needs will necessarily expand beyond their capacity, and, denied their productive victims, your enemies will eventually starve themselves into weakness.

  While you grow ever stronger in the crucible they created.

  Properly forewarned, the wolf can learn to go limp as well, and mimic the rabbit, biding its time, watching, waiting. Learning.

  Your time will come.

  Epilogue I

  So, you made it this far, did you?

  Bookmark this spot now. Then, wait two weeks before you look at that next page.

  Epilogue II

  If you didn't wait the two weeks, stop reading now and put this book aside.

  OK. Remember that I warned you repeatedly to stop reading this book if it made you angry or uncomfortable. If you made it this far you only have yourself to blame. This book is nothing more than black marks on a page. It only has any meaning inside your mind. It can't leap up and take control of you or make you do anything.

  Or starve four billion people. Or more. But they will starve, whether anyone takes this book seriously or not.

  Remember, this is just a work of fiction. Even that last sentence was a work of fiction, wasn't it?

  What you are now reading is still just part of a nightmare your mind is having that it can't pull itself away from. You've had those, haven't you? Nightmares where you know it is just a bad dream, and you know you can wake yourself up at any time.

  But you can't, because you are so fascinated that you can't stop it, despite it disturbing you deeply.

  This book is like that. But, instead of waking up, all you have to do to make this nightmare stop is to put the book down.

  So, put it down! Well, well, well. I guess we just learned something about ourselves, didn't we?

  Anywho. I'm going to tell you a secret. We have a choice. We either get to let the monkeys drag civilization down slowly, or we do it all at once.

  At any time, any major population center is about two weeks away from starvation. Rural areas may have a little longer. Regardless, deny the monkeys their forage, and it is only a matter of time.

  They themselves proved this. The communists, in the living memory of many still alive today, have killed tens of millions of their own citizens simply by relocating them or taking away their food. A simple napkin calculation in the Politburo, and other chambers like it, had proved this would be far cheaper than the equivalent number of rounds of ammunition.

  And many left-wing community organizers explicitly want to tear down our civilization. For decades, organizers have encouraged millions to apply for welfare for the simple purpose of bringing down the system.

  So that the left-wing elites can take over. Or so they presume. They who can't do a single thing of value. And never have. Or never will.

  And the right-wing country club elites wiggle into their regulatory nests, and ensure that productive minds are enslaved to them. They who can't do a single thing of value. And never have. Or never will.

  So, starvation is actually part of the plan of the collectives. Both left and right. It is only a matter of time before they do this to you. So why wait? The men living among them will find a way to survive, somehow, as it is their nature to solve privation. And then they will be free.

  For example, somewhere in Zimbabwe there is a man trying to take care of his family. Maybe he grows a little plot of food or raises a few animals, but when it is time to harvest all the rest swarm in and take it away. If it wasn't for the blue helmets protecting the infestation from him, he could just trim away the vermin on his own. And eventually, the only ones left would be men like him that would simply provide for themselves and trade with each other. And then they would be free.

  As another example, in some inner city right now a mother is desperately trying to teach her child to work
and earn a living. But, to protect oneself all you need to do is to be willing to break some more laws, such as packing heat or bribing a cop. So, the child sees success as only a crime away. Learning and striving is too much of an investment, especially when it can all be taken away by having drugs planted on you by a cop you refuse to bribe. Or bow down to. Especially if that child had been deluded into thinking that anyone in a position of power even pretends to respect that Constitution and their oath to support it. And all that hard work and virtue stuff didn't work out too well for that struggling mother, did it? These facts put the lie to her words in the ears of the child.

  The monkey collective demands protection of the criminals from retribution. They demand the criminalization of the free market for specific molecules. They demand the unlimited power law enforcement holds over the weak or poor in the name of justice. They demand the unionization of schools which keeps children ignorant. They demand the unionization of work which destroys that mother's opportunity to succeed or the child's opportunity to excel. They demand the welfare system which pays the child's father to stay away. Without these demands of the monkey collective, that family might have a fighting chance. And then they would be free.

  We have to remove the infestation of the monkey collective. But we don't have to fight them, we don't have to hunt them. And we don't have to elect a system to do the distasteful in our behalf as we pretend to be horrified. Just put down your working tools, and provide only for yourself and family. And trade only with fellow men. Leave nothing beyond that to be taken from you by force and turned into a weapon to destroy you slowly.