by Tom Baugh
Further, one of the motivating causes behind McVeigh was gun rights. So why wouldn't McVeigh, as would Cho twelve years hence where I took my graduate courses, choose a firearm? And in McVeigh's case, a rifle, an implement of empowerment with which he was supremely capable, rather than an unknown with which he wasn't? Unlike Oswald, who barely qualified with the rifle after leaving boot camp, McVeigh was a genuine expert. Oswald, with his miserable lack of skill, was apparently capable of making three near-impossible plunging shots with a dilapidated rifle against a target maneuvering away from him simultaneously in three dimensions. Given this fact of history, certainly McVeigh would have been able to wreak havoc with a rifle against a nest of his hated BATF enemies.
Aggressive Americans, when they go over the edge, tend to kill enmasse with rifles or knives. These are weapons with which one sees one's enemy go down and requires an individual decision with each pull or thrust until the passions are sated. Or, in the case of a Marine or soldier, until the battlefield is clear.
The concept of robot-war, behind which the forces of nice get to hide, is a recent innovation. Bombs have traditionally rarely been used in this country, and then only by the forces of socialism as evidenced by the radicals of the sixties. Those radicals of the collective shrank in their cowardice from direct and personal action. Baby boomers, indeed. At least the misguided Islamists who ride their kamikaze weapons or wear their suicide vests show more raw courage.
One might argue that a single pair of new boots set in motion a chain of events which destroyed the national building in Oklahoma City. McVeigh's ambition had always been to be a Green Beret. So, returning from war as a decorated hero, he was accepted into the equally rigorous screening program to test his fitness for that highly selective group. Issued new boots for a 5-mile march, he developed blisters which eventually forced him to be dropped from the program. Embittered, he left the Army, and was ripe for recruitment as a radical.
And so, the secret of McVeigh's other accomplice, seen by witnesses and described as apparently Middle Eastern, would be ignored by the press and go to the grave with him. An external enemy, representing a genuine threat, is not nearly so compelling as an internal enemy. Internal enemies can easily be swatted aside with a sense of distanced satisfaction. And when those internal enemies, vaguely defined as those who don't tread the conventional path, can be incited to action to justify ferreting them out more eagerly, so much the better.
Nonetheless, no one, especially the agent of nice, wants to get blown up by second-hand anger. So, the early stumbling efforts to oppress which were the hallmark of the nineties would gain refinement with the turn of the century. To ensure that no avenging McVeighs would arise, the forces of niceness in the new millennium would need to arm themselves with a weapon so powerful that none would challenge their assertions.
Enter the sexual predator, who would replace the drug-dealer of the twentieth century as the villain of choice. This new villainous image, and the resulting vastly improved propaganda machine, would soon be turned again upon Texans who wanted nothing more than to be left alone.
Making concrete is tough. Ask most people from whence flows this remarkable substance, literally the foundation of our modern civilization. Probably the best answer you will get is "from the back of one of those trucks, of course." Armed with the ability to manufacture your own concrete, you can build any structure you like, from pig pen to barn to residence. And in so doing avoid numerous consumer protection regulations which stand in the way of manufacturing one's own roads or buildings.
With the foundation squarely within your control, and the ability to raise walls of any dimension at-will, you can build just about any structure which you think suits your needs. And without requiring a contractor to verify building permits and the like, which ultimately are more a form of taxation rather than consumer protection. Beyond the tax perspective, your own source of concrete cuts through a wide swath of subcontractors and their expenses which contribute dramatically to your capital costs.
Dyemaking is equally difficult, and requires a knowledge of chemistry which is beyond the reach of the typical public school alumnus. But, armed with that chemical knowledge, and inoculated with a germ of genetic theory, you can then start manipulating your environment in ways which most people could never even begin to comprehend. Including greenhousing plants which provide you with most of the resources you could ever need.
Raise some sheep, dye some wool and spin it into yarn using equipment stripped at pennies on the dollar from defunct garment factories in the Carolinas. You then have the makings for an in-house garment industry which can rival, certainly in quality if not cost, what you could purchase elsewhere.
But someone has to run that stuff. So, get together a bunch of like-minded friends, and start building your community. But, instead of some socialistic paradise in which all work and none suffer, which inevitably leads to none work and all suffer, imagine a barter system instead. Zebediah supplies ten cubic yards of concrete to Ezekiel, who pays for his concrete with a voucher for so many yards of dyed cloth. These vouchers can then be used to pay for other goods, such as vegetables, as could vouchers for concrete. Or for grading. Or for wall framing. Or for running the concrete plant. And so on. One good thing about these vouchers is that no amount of currency devaluation, or inflation, could ever devalue them as long as everyone follows the rules.
As with money in the early American colonies and states, these barter vouchers for actual goods and services eventually become the money of your little compound. If all your friends agree on the same ethical principles, and you want your vouchers to be honored, you are more likely to trade fairly with your friends. Even better if your religious beliefs spring from the same mercantile tradition which produces more millionaires per capita than any other religious tradition native to this continent. This concept is unlike true socialism, in which you expect your friend to do you endless favors for nothing in return other than to be thought well of. Also unlike true socialism, this system has been proven to work for almost two centuries.
One hiccup with this local trading system is that the level of knowledge required to operate this society far exceeds that available in the open market. To overcome this drawback, you have to open some trade schools. While you are at it, you might as well get some of your people to teach the young adults and kids, in exchange for some of those vouchers, of course. Some will leap at the chance to lead a classroom of remarkably well-behaved ethical youngsters instead of sweating out in the Texas heat.
You can even call this homeschool for hire. Just try to avoid teaching some archaic concepts like freedom of religion, freedom of speech, freedom of association, freedom from unlawful detainment or rights to due process. Or freedom from unlawful searches and seizure, etc. These radical topics could make you and your happy little group a target.
Of course, at some point you need to generate some real cash to pay the king for the rent of land which we call in this country property tax. And, there are some things which you want which are beyond your ability to provide, such as electricity. The national fiat currency is needed to some extent by everyone to pay for these external things. So, you sell some of your concrete to the locals, or some of the produce or livestock. Or, some of the members trot off to town to work in some real jobs here and there, as if making concrete or dyed cloth isn't a real job.
Once you have some members with pockets stuffed with national currency, it can be exchanged with other members for some of those vouchers which are worth real stuff. So, a sufficient amount of national currency flows into the community to pay for these things which are only available in exchange for the king's paper. And, those members selling and serving outside the community can take advantage of things like earned income credit and the like. These latter strategies effectively multiply the low wages on paper instead of the higher wages they would have earned within.
But, there is a problem. Zebediah might enjoy a standard of living far in exc
ess of the amount of his concrete which he sells. This little disparity soon becomes a subject of concern for the tax man, who after all is nothing more than an agent of the electorate. Technically, all that internal barter is subject to taxation by national and state authorities, but is capable of being proved only if your friends rat you out. Unfortunately for the king, the friends enjoy that same tax benefit. With internal barter, Zebediah might get a reasonable standard of living for ten yards of concrete. With external sales, that same standard of living might cost twenty or thirty yards outside if it were taxed away first. Plus, avoiding filling out all those tax forms gives him more time to spend with his wives and kids.
Did you catch the clue for the downfall of this utopian mercantile society which was actually working? Working, that is, before the forces of nice stormed in and hauled away all the women and kids in buses borrowed from a Baptist church on their way to separate internment. Replace the church buses with railway cattle cars, roll the relevant theology back a few iterations, and you will have seen this film before, but in black and white. And starring guys with cute little swastikas instead of Texas cowboy hats.
Clearly, the people of the nation, being deprived of their sweet elixir of need and respect, would love to stamp these malcontents with the star of David. And then haul them away in railroad cars to be forgotten. But, that extreme might lead to another national edifice going up in a bang somewhere, so we can't have that. We need something better than just yelling "Juden" these days.
OK, we've already tried labeling a similar group with the Jonestown thing prior to staging a mass execution, but we see how that turned out. We've tried just turning loose some national attack dogs, and that led to a big mess also. We blew up a tenement in Philadelphia a while back, but we were able to paint those people as dangerous, but not so these apparent pacifists. Our heroes in this story even let the local sheriff wander the property at will, so we can't force a standoff. Neither can we fall back on the tried and true seizure after planting of drugs on their property as these people don't even drink, by definition, for Christ's sake.
But, oh yeah, we've heard that some underage girls have been married off to some old geezers, and these people might be doing the multiple wife thing as a bonus. Let's see if we can dig up some chick who got kicked off the farm for not wanting to work. Then, get her to make up some more juicy stories about what might be going on. Suitably armed with enough lies, we can cast this whole thing not as a jack-booted thuggery, but more of a save-the-children kind of rescue mission suitable for modern heroes. And so, armed with the might of righteousness, we pack off the entire contingent of women and children against their protest to the modern equivalent of an internment camp.
And do it in a state which then later claims to be the moral equivalent of the Founding Fathers. Even the elect, like that radical talk-show host, might be fooled into hailing this entire state as heroic. Because, after all, now there is a Republican in charge of Texas, and so it must be righteous.
And all of this with not a scrap of evidence a priori other than a single questionable phone call. All other evidence which would normally be required to issue a warrant to even search, much less arrest or detain, would just have to wait until after the mass apprehension was completed. Gross violations of civil liberties are apparently fine if you pull it off in sufficient scale and get the backing of the press. With their help you can enlist just about every suburban woman in the country. After all, Muffy Pinkypants, the model of the she-monkey, can't imagine why any other woman who doesn't share her shoe or business suit fetish would choose to live that way.
Get enough propaganda on your side and the monkeys will just look the other way. And totally miss the fact that each time you put some of these rescued women on camera they are not thankful for being saved. Instead, they have the gall to protest and demand that their families be restored, a criminal lack of appreciation which soon results in their no longer appearing on camera. So, these women, the purported victims, soon become painted as the aggressor in a war of ideas. And their enemy oppressor? The forces of nice who were really only interested in suppressing the freedom with which these people chose to live their lives.
But what about the children? Am I advocating that young girls be sold into virtual slavery for the whim of old perverts? Even the threat of that question has been calculated to enforce silence and quell dissent. Keep in mind that the idea of "age of consent" is a relatively recent phenomenon, barely decades old. This idea was invented by the forces of nice as a way to suppress independent thought. Such as those thoughts which arise in a man from the sight of a young, fertile female. Thoughts which tend to disenfranchise bitter old crones from whose lips come howls for legislation which ultimately disenfranchise our young.
All of evolution has produced features which signal when a woman's body is ready to safely reproduce. The true pathological pedophile doesn't care about the chronological age of a girl, and in fact loses interest when she becomes womanly. Or consider the homosexual pedophile, which prefers the gangly physique of young boys. We revile these individuals on an evolutionary basis because they threaten the actual reproductive capacity of too-young girls, or of boys or young men. In that context, it is absolutely correct from the point of view of the species to remove these individuals from society. The justification is that they serve no beneficial purpose other than as a parasitic predator.
Contrast the latter example with the case of a mutually consenting sexual relationship between two men, or between two women. This distinction is difficult for the primitive portions of our minds to sometimes recognize, leading to all sorts of discord which is beyond the scope of this book. Despite the valid application of either sort of the pedophilic label, the labeling as a pedophile a man who experiences a physical attraction to the shape of a fertile woman is incorrect. Attraction to a girl who is legally underage, yet physically mature and ready to reproduce, does not make one a pedophile, protestations in the congregation notwithstanding.
That may, however, make one a criminal, but that is a different issue altogether. The definition of the true biological age of a woman is that of her readiness to reproduce as evidenced by the maturity of her reproductive system. This determination becomes subjective and so we have defined a particular chronological age of consent which varies across various jurisdictions. We have combined that age of consent with an age of association to determine whether a relationship is legal or consenting.
The stated purpose of these various laws was to protect the young woman and her children from the ravages of ignorance and poverty. These laws were not originally intended to protect her from pregnancy, which nature had assured, by her attractiveness, was of no further jeopardy to her. In so doing we have replaced the girl's protecting family with that of the whim of the state. And we have thus placed her fate into the hands of every suburban woman, and their cowed male sycophants, in the country.
As a young man of nineteen, I transported my unmarried First-Wife-to-be, then a month shy of her eighteenth birthday, across state lines. I eventually, a few car repairs later, transplanted her in Annapolis as a more or less convenient target of my affection. In so doing, I probably violated laws of which I was not aware. Perversely, these laws would have had no effect had we consummated our relationship within the approving gaze of the state. Had we legally married, of course, I would have been prevented from attending the Naval Academy. Finding ourselves within the confines of law on either side, we chose to ignore both. These laws did nothing to protect her, as she remains my property today by her ongoing consent.
I carted my own valedictory princess off to what became decades of barbaric servitude, including the more or less forced rearing of clearly superior offspring. Since then, the world has changed underneath our feet. These days, a similar act would run me afoul of the state, and I would have become one of many listings in the online sexual predator databases. More importantly, at the demand of the collective, I would have been disenfranchised from an
y future higher purpose. Older, I am now at least cognizant of the risk enough to card any young women with whom I speak. But younger men aren't nearly so careful, a fact which allows society to lure them away to battle on the flimsiest of rationale.
The forces of niceness, as it does with any well-intended initiative such as the drug war, has turned this legislation to systematically disenfranchising young men. In particular, they seek to disenfranchise those individuals who show any force of will or independence. Men who choose to submit to the whims of women are allowed reproductive opportunity, and thus spread the contagion of male submissiveness through the gene pool. But men who run afoul of even one flirtation with a biological woman of insufficient chronological age are subject to arrest. And subsequent imprisonment, or a lifetime of public harassment or disdain of all his neighbors, never to escape or seek any gainful employment. It is little wonder that some of these individuals tend to later violence, which makes me wonder sometimes which begat what.
As an exercise, browse some of these online sexual predator listings. If pictures are shown, they are sometimes mug shots. As my own mug shots aren't nearly as carefully framed as my normal barbaric appearance, I can understand that sometimes you have to look through the photo to the person within. Look for the listings where the perpetrator, of age 25 or less, was convicted for sexual assault on a minor. Then look up the definition in your state for what that actually means. In most states, a conviction for touching the breasts of a sixteen-year-old girl who sneaked into a college frat party would destroy your entire life. It doesn't matter in the least whether her body convinced you, "yep, that's a woman, all right." This fact doesn't matter, and those who see your profile online don't get to judge for themselves, either.