He turns to his assistant and says, "You can slow it down a bit, Charlie. We're not in any hurry now."
After two days in southern Holland I found the Canadian lines west of Nijmegen and caught a C-47 right back to Wormingford. My ground crew wept openly and unashamedly. They'd heard I went down with my wingman. They were mighty relieved when I assured them of no mechanical failure. I was issued another P-51D just in time for the Battle of the Bulge. I flew that plane, tail number 472138, for the rest of the war, including a few weeks from our Occupation base in Kaufbeuren, Germany.
Sorry to blab on about this. Dolores often urged me to write my wartime memoirs, but since the USAAF trained about 35,000 fighter pilots I didn't figure I had all that much unique to say.
Anyway, I was a warrior once again, sixty years later. I discovered a new enemy of America and went to make war upon him before I died. Now, I have a total of sixteen confirmed kills. Fourteen during WWII, and two this week. Back in the 1940s, the government trained me to kill national socialists. I simply used that training to kill two international socialists six decades later.
The first was a modern reincarnation of Josef Goebbels, the Nazi Propaganda Minister. His lifetime work in Hollywood to debase and putrefy all that was decent for the sake of "entertainment" was well known. When the man became a US Senator with his eye on the presidency, I felt that I could no longer turn a blind eye. Easier to get him before he announced his candidacy and got Secret Service protection. It was my honor to cleave his vile corporeal self from his eternally damned soul. You will find his body in the boathouse of his cabin in the Sierras.
Thompkins rereads the paragraph. He'd no idea Krassny was so . . . so intense. Especially for a guy in his eighties!
The second was an avowed globalist, and a quite famous one, at that. American only in the geographical sense, the man was consumed with creating a one-world government to rule over deflated nations (and thus powerless peoples). He has actively conspired to deliver us over to jurisdiction of the UN. The arrogant evil of the man was quite insufferable to me. His body will never be found. It will probably take several days for anyone to be sure of whom it is I have described.
So, meanwhile, please do a bed-check.
One of your globalists is missing.
Thompkins laughs out loud. Charlie looks at him, questioning. Thompkins says, "Man, is the shit ever gonna fly!"
But that's not quite all. After WWII I was trained for intelligence. Donovan of the OSS liked how I had fought my way out of Occupied Territory. "We want shooters and looters!" he once told me. They taught us that merely killing the enemy was not enough. We had to know the enemy and his plans as well as he did. Before I was mustered out as a lieutenant colonel, I spent three years in postwar Germany gathering intelligence on the Soviets.
But enough about me.
Before they died by my hand several days ago, I squeezed much useful information from that rotten pair. (It is easy to get to such people. Their smugness leads to gaping holes in their personal security. Cats don't fear mice. Maybe they will now.) Meetings, key players, upcoming events to expect, timetables, addresses, phone numbers, etc.
I got both of their laptops, too. Before they died, I "persuaded" them to reveal all the necessary passphrases. My old OSS training came in handy there . . .
The hard drives I copied onto CDs and sent to whom I am sure would be interested parties. A transcript digest of our "inter-views" was emailed to several dozen freedom-oriented individuals and organizations all over the world. It is my hope that this information will be stepping stones for further action against our would-be enslavers.
Thompkins suddenly realizes that he will be given a harsh grilling about Krassny. A "What-did-you-know-and-when-did-you-know-it?" type of thing. He'd better keep his wits about him. He can't look like he's rooting for Krassny's one-man cleanup act.
I had several other enemy targets on my list, but the financial expense and physical stress of the first two ops have drained me. I could not manage a third, much less a thirteenth. To attempt it would risk capture, trial, etc., and I won't be made a public spectacle anymore than I have to. Thus, I will have to be satisfied with just the two. Still, not bad for an octogenarian!
My assets have already been liquidated. My home sold, my possessions distributed. All incriminating records destroyed. All they can do now is call me names and pee on my grave.
None of us is immortal; none of us is free. We really have nothing to lose by at last going on the offensive. Claire Wolfe once wrote, "America is at that awkward stage. It's too late to work within the system, but too early to shoot the bastards."
Obviously, I think it's high time we shoot the bastards, but everyone runs on a different calender. My fight was over, and I was pleased to get in a few good punches before I left the ring. Who knows what it will take to knock out the giant? Let's find out! Get in there and do him some damage!
I have proved, twice, that it can be done. Pick targets who are truly deserving of your attention, but be sure that nothing personally links you with them. Do not, for example, choose the prosecutor who sent your brother up the river for tax evasion. No, choose a public figure whose treason to America and to the Bill of Rights is well-known, but unconnected with you and yours.
The most important thing is to act totally on your own. Three may keep a secret if two are dead, as Ben Franklin once wrote. Do your own research and planning, be extremely thorough, leave as little to chance as you possibly can, and act alone. Destroy all notes and keep no "trophies" (this especially includes newspaper articles). Finally, keep your mouth shut! Do all this, and there will be practically zero chance of your ever being investigated, arrested, prosecuted, and convicted of action.
If you are ever questioned, you should say something like, "I've done nothing wrong, and I believe that you are trying to mix me up in something I had nothing to do with. I have nothing at all to say to you. Please contact my attorney." Never try to spar with detectives; that is what they do for a living. Anything you tell them increases their knowledge about you. They will reply that you can help them find the guilty party by eliminating yourself as a suspect. You should counter by saying that it is not your place to help the police in their investigation, especially when they suspect you.
Don't offer or provide an alibi. The longer it takes for them to learn of it, the less time they have to disprove it.
Utter silence cannot be used against you, nor can it be misconstrued. You can always say something later (not that I recommend it), but you can never take back something you stupidly said.
If they argue that they merely need information about somebody else, tell them to get a material witness warrant. If that occurs (which is unlikely in routine police fishing expeditions), your attorney will negotiate proper immunity for your testimony. (By the way, "transactional" immunity is superior to " derivative use" immunity.)
Never consent to a search of your property. If they taunt you with "If you're innocent then you have nothing to hide," reply that they wouldn't be talking to you if they thought you were innocent.
You have nothing to lose by fighting. Irony of ironies, that's the greatest freedom. That odd freedom is the end result of our oppression. Slavery truly is freedom, but not the way our masters intended. And that's why they will lose this war. I only wish that I were around to see it. But you will be.
Good luck! God bless!
Harold Krassny
Thompkins finishes reading just as Charlie brakes to a stop in front of the Excelsior. Feisty old guy. If you're gonna go, be organized, tidy, and useful. Thompkins has to restrain himself from laughing out loud again. The very solemn and dignified Excelsior Hotel night manager standing at the bottom of the marble steps simply wouldn't understand.
Krassny's note spreads like a wildfire over the Net. Public reaction is vigorous, both for and against. Depending on whom you asked, Krassny was a great man or an ice-cold murderer. The major networks refuse to cover Krassny's actions,
fearing to air his reasons and thus egg on imitators.
Imitators sprung into action within a week. Nearly a dozen politicians, and liberal elite were killed in a surprising variety of methods. About half of the actors were arrested, but this only warned others to be more careful.
Denver FBI Field Office
Given the "domestic terrorism" and interstate aspects of the two homicides, the FBI is lead agency for the Krassny investigation. A senior Assistant Special Agent in Charge (ASAC) briefs his boss.
"We've analyzed twelve months of his banking, phone, email, and credit card records. There is not one whit of evidence linking him to the murders, much less to any accomplices. No incriminating library activity. We can only presume that he drove to California and Connecticut, as there is no record of his using any of the common carriers. He must have had a second car, as his oil change history shows only average mileage. There are no hotel records within 400 miles of either victim. By all accounts, Krassny was highly intelligent and methodical. And he was trained by Army Intelligence and OSS. If we haven't found anything by now, we're not likely to."
The Denver special agent in charge (SAC) says, "You've found nothing? Nothing at all?"
"Nothing. If it weren't for his confession, there would be absolutely no evidence connecting Krassny with his victims. California authorities found Mr. Lowenstein's body only because of Krassny's boathouse tip. That suggests that Krassny either committed the murder or knew who did."
The Denver SAC sighs deeply. "The Seat of Government1 is screaming about this, Hendricks. The Director is convinced of a conspiracy."
"If there is, sir, we have no leads. Krassny was a typical Wyoming conservative, a rancher suspicious of government. That description could apply to most of the inland Western population."
"I tend to agree," says the SAC, "but none of the sultans of the 7th floor can believe that some 85 year old pulled this off alone. If we don't find some accomplices, we're running a shoddy investigation. Find something. What's the Casper FO2 learned? That's where Krassny lived, for Christ's sake!"
"Nothing conclusive from Casper, sir. One thing was kind of interesting, though. Krassny testified in 1995 as a defense witness in an ATF case, so they checked into his relationship with the defendant, one William Russell. Russell immediately clammed up, and his attorney is demanding transactional immunity. Casper agents don't think Russell is involved, but just being a pain in the ass. They're still investigating, however. They report that the locals are not being very cooperative, and seem to applaud what Krassny did."
"Why am I not surprised?" says the SAC. "What about Krassny's contact with anti-government groups? What do we have on that?"
"Very little. We don't know to whom or from where he emailed, but several groups and individuals already being monitored may have received the so-called 'transcript digest.'"
"Well if you have some possible recipients then why don't you have the IP address of Krassny's email? Backtrack from there?"
"Because he used remailers, sir. There's no easy way to backtrack through the entire daisy-chain. We're working with several foreign agencies to get the email history of the remailers. It'll take weeks to process the data. Longer if he used different terminals."
The SAC nods, frowning, as if he anticipated this. "OK, then what about those CDs Krassny mailed? You wouldn't believe the pressure I'm getting from On High to locate them, as well as the hard drives from those laptops. Whatever they contained is apparently highly sensitive."
"Nothing on those, either. We don't know who received the CDs. Neither FedEx, UPS, nor the USPS have any records. A CD and its packaging weighs less than 16 ounces, so he wasn't required to have a postal clerk stamp them. He could have simply dropped them in a mailbox. Anonymous, reliable, and untraceable."
"And the hard drives?"
"A search of Krassny's former ranch failed to find them. He may have destroyed them."
"Spilt milk. The CDs are our priority. Whatever's on them is very important and will foment more terrorist activity, if we are to believe Krassny. We need to think about this whole thing from his perspective. If you were Harold Krassny, who would you send them to? Who is radical enough and competent enough to make violent use of them?"
The ASAC thinks for a moment and then ventures, "How about the Libertarian Party?"
The SAC snorts with laughter. "The LP doesn't believe in conspiracies, much less violence. If they got a CD they'd piss their hemp pants. Even the NRA has more guts than the LP. No, let's think more towards the anarchists and militia-types. People itching for action, not more talk."
"What about APIM, American Patriots In Motion?"
"Now you're thinking! I'd bet my right nut they got a CD in the mail! And they're in Aurora, right in our backyard. Get on them, Hendricks."
"Yes, sir."
The SAC wraps up the meeting. "Learn more about Krassny and who he regularly corresponded with. Who was he on email or fax alerts with? What magazine subscriptions did he take? There are people and organizations that he thought highly enough of to send them those CDs. Put together a list of possible recipients and I'll ask HQ for surveillance. Then we just might get lucky and catch one of them in the act. These people aren't the KGB or even LCN3C they're anti-government extremist losers. Have something for me by Thursday. We need a break on this fast, or we'll all be transferred to some RA4 in Moosejaw, North Dakota."
Wyoming life
Summer 2008
The relocators quickly came to absolutely love their new state. The locals are rugged and honest, who enjoy a robust and rural living. Wyoming is an outdoorsman's paradise, with superb fishing and hunting, as well as several beautiful mountain ranges in which to hike, camp, and horseback.
The new entrepreneurs quickly take advantage of Wyoming's excellent business climate and incorporation laws, and start up hundreds of new companies, many with a national customer base. Paying little to no state taxes, they enjoy a comparative advantage over most other states.
2008 USA economic news
Gold is $1,867/ounce. The Dow is 4,309. Annual inflation is 17%. Taiwan's formal secession from China just before the Beijing Olympics causes great nervousness in the world markets.
Wyoming
November 2008
Between the general elections of 2006 and 2010 are the 2008 congressional elections for all of the House and half of the Senate. Just as FBI Special Agent Bleth had outlined to the Director, nearly 6,000 new relocators saturated and won HDs 1, 26, 27, 28, 30, and 50, as well as SDs 2, 18, 20, 22. They are now poised to achieve their 2010 goal of winning the counties of Lincoln, Park, Big Horn, Washakie, Converse, and Weston.
Also, the proposed Constitutional Amendment A from February 2007 was ratified, which allows the governor to call for special ad hoc elections.
Throughout our purposeful accretions of control were many nervous moments when just one recalcitrant state governor could have successfully called our bluff. (Amongst ourselves, we called them "Rhineland gambles.") Some post-Vietnam gambles, for example, were the 55mph national speed limit, Waco, the Brady bill, and the Gun-Free School Zones Act. If one governor had had the courage to stand up to the U.S. Congress and declare his state's intransigence on the matter, we'd have been set back a decade.
In a larger sense, two presidential administrations caused us great concern: those of Carter and Clinton.
The utter failure of the Carter administration and its Federal Reserve Board had us very deeply worried. His economic and social malaise fomented the rise of the first survival movement replete with guns, gold, freeze-dried food, and dedicated literature. More ominously, it created the first modern tax revolt since the Whiskey Rebellion of 1794. (One of my colleagues, who had often safaried in Tanzania, opined that the Carter years had wounded the American "Cape Buffalo," which was poised for a classic 270° deadly counterattack. He remarked that if you could not finish off a wounded buffalo, the only alternative was to run back to the Land Rover and drive like hell to ca
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What is not widely understood about movements (regardless of their politics) is that they are phenomena specifically related to a particular swath of people of the moment. The timing for such is actually quite narrow, analogous to lighting a match between gusts of wind. A man is generally incendiary during only two periods of his life: from 20-30 years old when he is ablaze with freshly imbued knowledge yet unburdened with responsibilities, and from 50-60 years old when his children have become self-sufficient and he still has one last roar left in him and little to risk in using it.
The maturity of the vast crop of Baby Boomers into college age in the 1960s is the most poignant example of the volatility of youth. The phenomenon of the Hippie Movement was not at all surprising. (What would have been astounding is if it had not occurred.) In fact, it was sublimely easy for us to anticipate. Their parents had just survived the Depression and won WWII; they were ready for "The Good Life." Their children, however, had none of the tempering that comes with struggle. Not having participated in their parents' victory, they subconsciously felt uneasy and guilty about sharing in the spoils. This has occurred many times throughout history. Predictably, they rejected their parents' culture for one of their own, but this time (with the convergence of quality recreational drugs, worry-free sex through The Pill, and an entirely-owned music which was individually reproducible through modern electronics) Youth had somewhere to go — its very own culture. This had never before happened in history. A tidal wave hit the mother culture and washed it out to sea. Even those of us who had anticipated this counterculture occasionally found its bottomless nihilism harrowing. When Nixon pulled out of Vietnam, the Hippies hated him for it as it negated their reason for rebellion, leaving them without a visible cause. But, I digress.
The second incendiary period of a man's life is from 50-60. (Although a few men may indeed remain incendiary from 30-50 years of age, they are quite rare and sociologically insignificant.) Patriotic men are like an opponent's chess pieces which offer only two decades of danger, and macro events must be timed to interleave that pair of decades. Men between 30 and 50 are temporarily neutralized by the domestic demands their own lives, and men past 60 can be considered "off the board."
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