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Wednesday, September 05, 2012

End Times Fantasies

Ah wingnuts:
READ EVERY WORD OF THIS AT LEAST TWICE. Matt Bracken has written a piece over at Western Rifle Shooters that matches exactly how I have envisaged the coming collapse and civil war.

His belief that it will all begin with the rejection of EBT Foodstamps cards is, I think, spot-on.

Next comes the urban riots.

Then comes the rioters spilling into the suburbs.

Then comes full-blown chaos when the rioters realize that the cops alone can't contain them.

Then come the beatings, rapes and murders. In the open. In broad daylight. At heavily trafficked intersections.

Then comes the militia, which is what I intend to do when shizz gets real. That has been my intention all along, since the fall of 2008 when I knew that collapse and civil war was an inevitability.

Echoing Bracken, if I am either sandbagged or on a bipod, 400 yards is an EASY kill. Men are a hell of a lot bigger than prairie dogs, which is why learning to snipe on prairie dogs is so wise, in addition to good, wholesome fun.

When I tell you people to be buying LONG GUNS and ammo, I'm not kidding. Assault rifles and tens of thousands of rounds of ammunition is one of the best places to park wealth right now. And you better know how to use it, and you better sit your wife down, tell her to cut the sissy, whiny female bullshit and learn how to handle every weapon system in your arsenal. This isn't a damn game or a TV show. Many, many women are going to find themselves as the ONLY THING standing between a hip-hop rape mob and their children.

If you haven't watched my Vendee Genocide YouTube presentation, I clearly lay out the case that it is an absolute certainty that THERE WILL BE MASS RAPES when the inner city hip-hop contingent can no longer be contained by standard law enforcement. It isn't even debatable.

Read the essay above, and then GET READY. QUICKLY.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Indeed, a wingnutter's wet dream: holed up with long guns and ammo and sniping away at the "hip-hop contingent" [i.e., black people] from a safe distance of 400 yards. This reminds me of a book I made the mistake of reading over the summer and easily one of the worst written books I've ever read: William Forstchen's "One Second After". I should have had plenty of warning given Newt Gingrinch wrote the forward, but I persisted nevertheless. If you haven't read this book, don't. But do check out the negative reviews on Amazon for a few laughs. It's even funnier when the author pipes in to try and defend his writing.

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