Weak, Timid, Confused And Frightened
Those of you
who listen to RFN will be aware that we recently got regional media publicity
in South Carolina because of one single business card that was mailed to
an individual.
I won’t go over the traditional Movement ”littering” strategy
again. But I feel constrained to point out that unless one or two people can
muster the physical courage actually to do it ... well, doesn’t get
done.
Guys, let’s lay our cards on the table,
business cards and otherwise. You won’t do this because you’re afraid of
getting caught, afraid of the ultimate nightmare: somebody might find
out that you’re different, that your mind is not under control, that you
are not “of the Body” to use an old Star Trek analogy.
All of a sudden it’s no
longer a secret little game you play on the internet every night where you
think no one can see. (They can, and the FBI knows about you, but we won’t get
into that.) All of a sudden your secret inner world will be revealed and
dragged into the light of day.
The little woman, if you’re one of the few
of us who are lucky enough still to have one, might find out that you
are different; she might even leave you and take the kids if she’s frightened
enough of living with a genuine heretic who could bring down for-real trouble
on whatever home you have managed to salvage out of the Obama Depression.
Probably she’s warned you about “getting in trouble” before and if you get
caught passing out leaflets that might be the last straw.
You might get your name in the papers.
Weird people might make crank telephone calls to your home or say bad things
about you on the internet. Above all, you might be subjected to what the
lefty-libs call “economic discipline,” and the mere threat of this is enough to
make most Amurrican Whiteboys fold like a lawn chair.
Nor can I tell you that
these things won’t happen. They might, if you “litter” and are careless. So I guess you’ll just keep on doing what
Whiteboys always do—sit around, play with your computer, and wait for somebody
else to do it.
And so our race will perish from the face of the earth,
because we could never find anybody willing to have others find out
about them. Imagine.
An entire civilization gone for fear of embarrassment an
internet trolls.
Oh, well.
1 Comments:
No comment on the business end, but if you like Hieronymus Bosch you might appreciate this animated music video of his Garden of Earthly Delights. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1bSZslEDUl0
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