“White women sleeping with niggers?” asked Fiona Bonnar with distaste in her voice.
“Yes, ma’am, I’m sorry to say so,” said Barrow. “Public reaction has been uniformly favorable, and not just because all the liberals have run away. Back in the old days, every decent person who saw some monkoid walking down the street with his arm around a white girl always got a sick feeling somewhere inside. There have been cases where some of these wretched women were turned over to the tribunals by their own relatives.”
“How public?” asked Bresler. “I don’t recall seeing any televised hangings on the news. I think I’d remember.”
Barrow shook his head. “Again for public relations purposes, the executions are carried out in private without television cameras. Everyone already knows we kill people, and we don’t want to provide enemy propaganda with multiple images of dangling bodies that they can use against us in their own anti-NAR propaganda. The Iranians did that, and it gave a field day to their external enemies. Those trials are a matter of public record. The rest of the proscribed individuals who have been apprehended have been hanged in private and without publicity. As per the protocols we established, no written records are being kept. We have apprehended virtually none of the big fish on our lists, and now that the word is getting out, we’re finding fewer and fewer of the smaller ones. Like the Jews did in World War Two when they heard the Germans were coming, the Jews of today and their liberal friends have hooked up and booked when the reckoning came due. The ones we are capturing and disposing of are mostly a bunch of hapless race-mixers, sexual deviates, drug addicts and petty informers, none of whom seem to have had the sense to realize who they’re dealing with. Sometimes the price of stupidity is extinction, as our own race almost found out the hard way.”
“How are the men in Force 101 holding up?” asked Stanhope.
“Leach says no problem. We found that once we actually started fighting instead of tapping on computer keyboards, we’ve always had those who are willing to go the extra mile for us in such matters, mostly men whose wives or daughters fell into the hands of monkoids or muds, or who served time in the Zionist prisons for the hatecrime of saying a forbidden word or upsetting some politically protected minority. There are some Mandingo women on the force as well, although I have to admit, I still have qualms about that. As hardened as most of them are from the war and their own private demons, sometimes a man simply can’t handle seeing one more hysterical, weeping girl with a rope around her neck. When that happens, he goes to his CO and says he wants out, and he is reassigned immediately. No questions asked, no remarks passed, nothing negative on his record. Very few Force 101 guys have taken advantage of that policy. Once the force is disbanded, everybody swears on the Official Secrets Act, they move on with their lives, and it’s never to be spoken of again.”
“Body disposal?” asked Morehouse.
“Force 101 has commandeered about a dozen large and isolated hog farms around the country and staffed them with special complements, all male. What the swine don’t dispose of is gathered up and processed into fertilizer, bagged, and turned over to the Ministry of Agriculture. These idiots wanted to stay here in this land despite what they’ve done, so we give them their wish. We return them to the earth from which they sprang.”
“What of administrative follow-up?” asked Andrei Stepanov, his English still somewhat Russian-accented even after all his years spent living in the Pacific Northwest.
“The Bureau of State Security is now employing over a thousand clerks and computer personnel to track down and identify, and where possible to eliminate all record of these unpersons,” said Barrow. “This will be an ongoing project for many years, but eventually we hope we will be able effectively to remove all trace of them and their vileness from the official record, and leave that much less for future enemy propagandists to go on. Our computer geeks are going after any server outside the country that needs to be targeted for this purpose. To save time and also just for the hell of it, they’re not messing around with viruses. Mostly they’re re-formatting the servers at long range, and wiping the whole thing clean, which has the added benefit of fucking up the American infrastructure even more than it is already.”
“Good,” said Morehouse with an approving nod. “We need to keep them off balance and dithering, so they can’t get organized and work out a cohesive response to The Cataclysm, as the liberals are calling it on their blogs nowadays.”
“A lot of those blogs are disappearing as well,” Barrow told them. “Purging written records, newspaper archives, and other hard copy stuff is a lot more difficult. It will be a very long term project indeed, especially outside the country. It has to be done, though. These people were and are human garbage, they deserve only oblivion, and as far as we can prevent it, nobody is going to come along later and make heroes out of them. If we get this part right, there will be no one coming up with some Northwest version of The Diary of Anne Frank.”
“God, I hope not,” said Morehouse with a sigh. “Ray, how’s the Republic’s bank balance doing?”
“We have over twenty-four billion dollars in cash assets under state control, and there’s at least twice that much in private hands throughout the Republic,” said Ridgeway. “Plus the value of the real estate confiscated from the enemy and from Runaways, which is almost beyond computing. That sounds like a lot of money, but when you’re trying to run a modern state, it’s amazing how quickly you burn up the cash. As I said at the beginning, we have come into a huge inheritance, but we have to be thrifty and conserve it, since it may be some time before we can work out a revenue system.”
“What developments on that front?” asked Bresler from Commerce and Industry. “A lot of business people in the Northwest want to know what kind of taxes they’re going to be expected to pay, and they’re asking me.”
“The Northwest Constitution forbids both income tax and taxing homesteads,” said Ridgeway. “The debate on taxing commercial property is still raging in the Convention. On the one side, some say that it’s a form of feudalism and it means that no one ever actually owns any real property if they have to pay an annual tribute to the state for it. On the other hand, the more pragmatic say we have to raise money somehow and we have to tax something. A definite small business lobby is developing in the Convention, which I suppose is understandable considering the way small businesses were treated under the United States. We’ve reached agreement on things like the Republic’s right to charge customs and excise duties on imported products, especially luxury goods, but as to business and business property taxes, it’s still up in the air. How’s the Great Weed Debate going out there of late, Red?”
“About two-thirds pragmatists who say grow it, sell it, and tax it like booze, and one-third BCs who rant and rave about hippy-dippy whigger degenerates smokin’ dat mary-jah-wanna and coming after their demure daughters with lust in their drug-crazed eyes,” replied Morehouse wearily. “I think it will pass. Hell, I shouldn’t complain. It keeps them off religion.”
“Red, the Treasury can sure as hell use that revenue stream,” said Ridgeway. “Not to mention the export possibilities.”
“Then the rest of the world will call us a nation of drug dealers,” pointed out Jim Salvatore.
“They’re going to call us all kinds of things anyway,” said Ridgeway. “It’s not as if anything we do will ever win the world’s approval, so we might as well do what’s in our own best interests, and the rest of the world can go commit an unnatural act on themselves.”
“What are BCs?” asked Fiona Bonnar.
“A slang term that’s come up of late,” explained Morehouse. “It means Beaver Cleavers, or possibly Buzz Cuts, from the old American military hairdo that used to be taken as a kind of statement of conservatism. There’s a significant minority among us who, in defiance of all logic and reality, still believe even after all that has happened, that somehow it’s possible to turn back the clock and return to the 1950s.”
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bsp; “Now we have state power, something of kind might be done, Comrade Vice President,” said Andrei Stepanov. “Not time machine, to be sure, but better aspects of past eras can be resurrected, like cloning of dinosaurs in Jurassic Park. With state power, extinction is no longer for always. The Ministry of Culture is already discussing it. There is nothing at all wrong with old-fashioned standards of morality and decency. It was when those began to fall under the Jewish propaganda onslaught that the situation in the West first began seriously to deteriorate. But this will be long process, for we must raise an entire generation of white children in the old way, the new old way I should say, and even then it can never be exact duplicate of past.”
“Yeah, backlash never replays like the original,” said Morgan, nodding in agreement.
“Getting back to money matters, how’s the new currency coming, Ray?” asked Morehouse.
“Glad you asked,” said Ridgeway. “I have here the first proofs of the bank note designs for you to look over.” From his briefcase, Ridgeway removed a sheaf of bright color photocopies. “Pass these around, please, comrades. These are artists’ renditions of the proposed five, ten, twenty, and fifty-credit notes to be issued by the State Bank of the NAR.”
“It’s definitely going to be credits?” asked James Salvatore. “Not pounds and shillings and pence?”
“That was never a realistic proposal,” said Ridgeway. “That’s part of the problem with staging a revolution with people, some of whom are eccentric scholarly types. We had one individual on the currency committee who wanted us to use ducats.”
“What on earth is a ducat?” asked Art Flowers.
“I’m not exactly sure myself,” Ridgeway admitted.
“No hundreds?” asked Farmer Brown, holding the copies up. His left palm was scarred from a bullet wound he had taken during the July Days, as the period of confused skirmishing just after the announcement of the Longview peace conference by American President Chelsea Clinton was coming to be called.
“No, we hope that we can hold down inflation to the point where no one needs a hundred-credit note for everyday use,” said Ridgeway. He pulled a manila envelope from his briefcase and rattled some coins out on the table. “These are first casts of proposed one-credit and two-credit coins, a fifty-cent piece, a twenty-five-cent piece, a ten-cent piece, a two-cent piece, and a penny. You will note they are all larger than American coins, so they will make a satisfying clink in the pocket. That may sound silly, but psychology is very important in maintaining confidence in a currency. For the same reason, you will notice the bank notes are larger than American dollars or that puny euro. If your money is larger, you feel like you have more of it. Recent American coinage is the smallest in the world; it’s like having a pocket full of bird seed. The two-credit coin is composed of twenty-five percent gold alloy and the one-credit coin is half silver and half nickel, so these coins have intrinsic worth, although with the insane fluctuations on the markets these days I couldn’t tell you how much each piece is worth in U.S. dollars. The lesser pieces are copper, and the penny is brass. We also have larger denomination gold and platinum coins on the drawing board, up to fifty credits.”
“I thought some of the die-hards on the committee wanted no paper money at all?” commented Joe Jennings.
Ridgeway nodded. “Yes, and that was a bit of a sell, but we’re going to be very short on precious metals for coinage, and human nature being what it is, once we come out with any gold and silver coinage at all there’s bound to be hoarding. We have to make sure there’s enough actual, physical money in circulation to keep our economy going.”
“That’s Bob Mathews on the one-credit coin?” asked Fiona Bonnar, holding it up to the light.
“Yes,” said Ridgeway. “Each coin has heads and tails. The two-credit coin has two heads, actually, Lewis and Clark in overlapping profile, and a depiction of the Astoria bridge on the reverse for the place where they wintered in 1805. David Lane’s on the fifty-cent piece, Vicky Weaver’s on the quarter, Gordon Kahl is on the dime, Kathy Ainsworth is on the nickel, Jesse Lockhart is on the tuppence, and Adolf Hitler is on the penny. The tails are mostly depictions of Northwest animals, as you can see. A bear, a wolf, an eagle, a salmon, and a moose, but the penny has the seal of the Republic on it and the bridge is on the two-credit coin, like I said. On the bills, that’s Melanie Young on the five-credit note…”
“It’s pink!” said Fiona Bonnar with a scowl. “Mel Young of all women didn’t wear pink, I assure you!”
“The colors are just suggestions, comrade,” Ridgeway told her. “All of these designs will be submitted to the Convention for full debate and approval, of course. The green ten-credit note shows Pastor Richard Butler, the blue twenty-credit bill depicts George Lincoln Rockwell, and the brown and purple fifty shows Gus Singer and his family, who were murdered on 10/22 by the FBI and It Takes a Village, and whose deaths precipitated the War of Independence. That engraving was made from one of their family photographs found in the burned-out ruins of the Singer home in Coeur d’Alene. The reverse views on the bills show Northwest scenic views—Mount Rainier, Glacier National Park, Multnomah Falls, and Cannon Beach. Some of us didn’t want to put serial numbers on the bills, but that has to be, as a prevention against counterfeiting.”
“You’re bringing these to the Convention floor?” asked Morehouse.
“Brian is going to introduce them tomorrow,” said Ridgeway.
“Still looking for a six-month switchover?” inquired Dr. Hassling.
“Yes,” confirmed Ridgeway. “From July the first, both currencies will be legal tender within the Republic, but the State Bank and the government will slowly bleed down the Federal Reserve notes by retaining them and paying out all cash and check disbursements in Northwest credits instead of dollars, one for one. On New Year’s Day of next year, we go over completely, and the U.S. dollar will no longer be legal tender. There will be a black market in dollars for many years, of course, and we’re just going to have to accept this. It’s going to take time for people to gain confidence in the Republic and the Republic’s money.”
“Joe, how are we coming along on unhooking from the internet?” asked Morehouse.
“Getting there. The government and essential functions, anyway. It’s vital that the Northwest Republic reverse the dependence on computers to perform every task, which has become the main feature of Western commerce and government over the past five decades,” said Jennings. “Back under the ZOG régime, whenever there was an extended power failure and everybody’s computers went down, there was no provision for doing anything manually, and nobody knew how to do most things offline even if there had been. There have already been a number of serious virus attacks made against computer networks here in the Republic, some of them from Israel, but others from within the United States. Those cyber-attacks may or may not have had the approval and assistance of the American authorities. The problem is that it’s hard to undo the habits of a lifetime,” Jennings went on. “Do you know there are office workers in the Northwest who have no idea what a filing cabinet even is? Almost all of our departments are taking over from bodies that existed under the United States, and everybody from Security to Finance needs to take possession and access records that are computerized and therefore vulnerable to destruction by cyber-attack. At the very least we need to construct self-contained intranets for our government that have no connection to the world wide web. That way, we only need to worry about actual spies getting access to a terminal and uploading a virus off a portable flash drive or similar device, although even that’s too risky to my mind.”
“So what are you doing about it?” asked Barrow.
“I’m sure most of you have met our de-computerization advisors in your own departments?” asked Jennings. There were groans and muttering around the table. “Yes, I know, they’re irritating, but this has to be done, comrades. You think they’re just throwing monkey wrenches and making more work for you, but if you take the easy way o
ut and fall back on that cyber-crutch, you will come in one morning and find everything you’ve accomplished since Longview fried to a crisp by some Israeli worm. The clack clack clack of the typewriter, the click click of the manual calculator, and the rumble and thump of filing cabinet drawers must be heard once more in the land, my friends. Besides, admin workers need to learn to start thinking about what they’re doing again, not just letting the computer do it for them, and doing whatever the computer tells them to do.”
“How about internet access from the Republic to the worldwide web as a whole?” asked Salvatore.
“We have control of the major hubs and our guys are working on installing all kinds of firewalls and anti-virus protection at the hubs, but some malware will still get through,” said Jennings. “We have to make sure that no system we absolutely need to have up and running all the time has any outside access at all, and that’s going to take a while to implement. Cell phones and cell relay towers are especially vulnerable.”
“Gary, you’re up,” said Morehouse. “How is our manufacturing capacity shaping up?”
“Well, I’ve got some bad news, some good news, and some very good news,” Bresler told them.
“Very good news sounds very good,” said Stepanov.
“The very good news is that even if everything else goes south, we’ll be able to drown our sorrows,” said Bresler. “We’ve got dozens of microbreweries and wineries all over Oregon and Washington, almost all of which are intact, and in most cases the operators and staff have stuck around, if only so as not to be out their investment. Land and plant is a lot harder to run away from than a government check and a McMansion. A couple of wineries have small distilleries attached to make brandy out of their own product, and they’ve indicated interest in expanding that aspect of their businesses now they have a captive market, so to speak. Plus there’s a lot of export potential. We make some really good brew and hooch up here in the Northland. You can always find a market somewhere for anything that will get people plastered, be it Northwest wine, Northwest beer, or Northwest pot. There’s another potential revenue stream for you, Ray.”
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