Fahrenheit Postdate 2025: A Nightmare Quartet Of The Future Of Europe Book 1: The Fiendish Machine

Author’s Forward

This fan fiction is a free non-profit e-book and a fan tribute to ‘The Time Machine’, ‘David Copperfield’,‘Soylent Green’, and the iconic book ‘Fahrenheit 451’, combined with the Myths of Ragnarok. This fan fiction cross over tribute is set in 2025 Eurabia which envisions Crown Prince Rudolph’s beloved Europe and Great Britain as nightmare states if events presently occurring in Europe and the UK continue to their tragic conclusion. This is a dojin transformational crossover tribute and reinterprets the great masterpieces in a frightening new context while acknowledging the original genius of the original creators. While based on research and present day events this is a speculative work of crossover fiction and imagination projecting just one hypothetical vision of the near future. Any names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual persons or places or events living or dead are entirely coincidental.

Table of Contents

Author’s Forward

Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Other books by J.E.F. Rose

Chapter One

A shadow of a man in heavy furs and all weather gear wadded through mounds of snow before falling to his knees as he wept at the sight of the burned and mangled wreckage of a fantastical machine of infinite complexity now reduced melted debris courtesy of a most discourteous explosion. He wept bitterly as smaller shadows hovered behind him. Then a small shadow came up and stroked a heavy shoulder sheathed in furs. We will have our revenge Sir the Green said in a high pitch voice. Your warriors will wage war to the end for you Sir! And your cause!....

Meanwhile a mysterious train with every window blacked out and its frontal cyclops light turned off roared across the snowy terrain dimmed by the waning of the day. The waning of the day was made all the more dim by the oppressive grey clouds through which the descending sun fought to pierce through. Its engine was retrofitted with a Russian style industrial strength snow plow. And before it roared another solitary engine in order to concentrate all of its industrial strength on deploying its retrofitted battering ram of a snow plow to bulldoze its way through massive snow drifts — despite two previous engines earlier battering their way through massive snow drifts over the last two days. Engine after engine fighting heroically to keep the tracks open for this very determined train. Nothing, especially not snow, was going to stop it from reaching its destination. Inside, soldiers hunkered down with their weapons. Freight carriages with ramps also carried assault weapons, weaponized drones, and heavy artillery. It was a long, slow, but very determined train forcing its way through every obstacle toward its destination: the capital city of an empire. The capital city which was the symbol of conquest and subjugation and rule by conquerors of the conquered. By colonizers of the colonized.

Meanwhile, the weeping man nodded as he stood up, tall, massive, his heavy features Romanesque in profile. His eyes narrow in a heavy featured face. Why did the Heretics blow up my beautiful machine? he asked in a Tennessee drawl. What sort of evil mind could do such a thing? What sort of perversion? What sort of depravity? I commissioned it to save the world! I plowed every cent I ever made into it! And the fiends deliberately destroyed it before it could do its job! To save the world from the most deadly pollution known to man! the man cried as if he could not recover from the loss of a beloved child. I was saving the world! he screamed. I was saving the world! The monsters! The fiends! What sort of crazed madmen actually wants to destroy the planet?....

In the depths of the snow shrouded countryside farmers in fortified bastions which once were idyllic farms stood along the railroad tracks and pulled off their wool hats despite the piercing cold to bow their heads to the inhabitants of the mysterious train roaring across the desolate, forbidding countryside. Coming from Wales by a obscure route. Going toward South England by a more obscure route. Its target: London. Somerset farmers in their hidden valleys concealed by heavy snow and secretive farms buried under snow made the sign of the cross and then stroked strange things: tiny leeks. Saint David Leeks. He is coming back! aged farmers whispered to their children. He is coming back to liberate us at last!....

....Monsters! the female Green hissed. Monsters! But you will have your revenge! We will have our revenge! the female Green replied bitterly, her all weather gear less luxurious. She decided not to comment on her master’s luxury of politically incorrect fur to ward off the snow blowing through the ruined building and piling up around the towering wreckage of the fantastical machine in chilly heaps as if burying an forgotten idol in a tomb of ice and snow.

They ridiculed me! the bitter, aging man shouted. "They filed endless law suits! Nonstop court cases! Counter libel suits! Endless petitions of protest! Movies to dispute my movie! Youtube videos to lambast my Youtube videos! And internet web sites to debunk my internet web sites! Which launching memes to ridicule me! Seizing control of the then dangerously unregulated internet! Infiltrating then unpoliced social media to expose me! No wonder I had to invent the concept of ‘fake news’ in order to bury them under new Silicon Valley censorship laws!

All the while amassing an army of contrarians to expose everything I espoused! They pulled endless stunts like sky jumping into the middle of my conferences! They ridiculed me before every television station camera wherever I appeared! They gate crashed every lecture to ask hostile questions! They held rival world conferences in the same city where my conferences were being held! They protested to the Nobel Committee to revoke my Nobel Prize! They dared me to debate their mocking, wonky eyed buffoon! Or that sneering Canadian comic Mark Steyn! God!

His case technically never ended! Thirteen years on! The case was still on the books, stalled, but pending never the less! A nonstop monstrosity of a legal morass like something out of that Dickens Novel! Bleak House! All even as Trudeau ordered his firing squad execution for environmental crimes against Religion and Earth and Humanity! His death only made Steyn a martyr! A heroic martyr! At least to the perverted and small minded and begrimed! When thrown in prison their other ridiculous, wonky eyed buffoon leader smuggled out letters of protest! That wonky eyed buffoon held court in the Tower where he was imprisoned! Milking the situation for all of its worth in notoriety! Demanding the right to be beheaded! With a sword imported from France no less! Then he made a spectacular escape and held illegal Youtube interviews on the run from the police as if a modern day wonky eyed aristocratic Scarlet Pimpernel! That mockingjay was not even a genuine lord! Blair quite wisely prevented him from entering Blair’s new and improved Lords because he was enemy of everything Blair represented! God! What sort of pervert stays married to one wife his entire life? And advocates the end of easy divorce to preserve the sanctity of marriage and the nuclear family? Why would any sane man want to stay married to a decaying crone when he can jettison her for new and improved models every five years just like a car?

The heavy set man fell to his knees and wept in the snow before the wreckage of his beautiful machine. "They hounded me in my victory! Suing me in High Court even as the Nobel Committee was debating offering me the prize! Vindication for losing the presidency! My consolation prize as my life fell apart! Waiting on pins and needles for Stockholm to call even as that damn High Lord ordered seventy plus corrections to my movie or else it would be banned from showing in any British school! Almost scuttling the award! Rendering it bitter! Bitter! As official dossiers of corrections were handed out to every school or institution in Britain to be read before the film could be shown! As if an officiator black eye! Reducing my film to science fiction! I had to sue to stop it from happening in America!

Then Climategate happened and the lawsuits and High Lords tormented me all over again! Led by Thatcher’s loathsome High Lord! The one Blair could not get rid of! The East Anglia Climate Research Department of the university was sued nonstop until the statute of limitations ran out! Leaving Jones and my other supporters unindicted co-conspirators! The scientific version of ‘Tricky Dicky’ Nixon! ‘I am not a crook!’ as data went missing just like Nixon’s infamous missing tapes after the Watergate break-in! Hackers breaking into the East Anglia bastion to steal compromising emails reveling scientific chicanery! ‘Hiding the decline’! Doctoring data! Fudging data! ‘Torturing’ data to fit artfully manipulated statistical graphs of computer models to support my thesis in contradiction to weather balloon, satellite, and argo ocean monitor harvested data which revealed a 180 degree difference of data and conclusions which their tree rings and land temperatures supposedly proved! No wonder I hated this island! No wonder I choose to build my beautiful machine here! Here! Here! I hate Britain! And the British! Bastards! Soft voiced Judas pretending to be sucking up to you while plunging a stiletto in your back!....."

The farmers crept up to the lavish manor house. Look! Lots of electric lights! Unlike us! A power generator! Unlike us! Lots of petrol to fuel luxury automobiles when we were not allowed to fuel our tractors and plows and harvesters! Much less heat our farm houses! Lots of luxuries as the new lord of the manor! Lounging like a fucking Eloi under his pleasure dome as we slave away as if Morlocks! When he was nought but a functional illiterate Somali migrant who snuck into our country illegally and then sucked the teats of the dole like a parasite! A profiteer! Our master and lord! We his white slaves! Morlocks! Just Morlocks! Only allowed to live as long as we toil away to support him! As he degraded us! Humiliated us! Bullied us! Raped our wives! Molested our children! Stole everything from us! Everything! Everything! So how do we kill that holier- than- thou bastard of an Eloi?.....

.......They hounded me in my defeats! the heavy set man wept as blistering snow blew into the ruined bastion to pummel their shivering forms as he bowed before the ruins of the fantastic machine in its ruination as if worshiping some alien totem or fetish. "They hounded me as I built this! My beautiful machine! As if the Furies hounding me toward my death! They hounded me at every governmental testimony committee I attended! Even if I forbad their presence they milked their ‘exile’ by ‘double daring me’ to debate them or else accusing me of cowardice! Demanding to know what I was ‘hiding’ from them and from the public! Demanding to know why I was preventing them from accessing the raw data! Demanding the right to present their case as Science heretofore always allowed! They railed against my ‘censorship’ of their heretic beliefs! They boasted of their defiant heresy! They challenged the science of my theory! I was trying to save the planet damn it! The end justifies any means! I was trying to save the planet!

They harped on the fact I was not even a science minor back at university while they were physicists and mathematicians and every other sort of proven scientist! With doctorates! Almost every one a doctorate of some high tech science! Unlike me! They sneered that I was just a has-been politician! A spectacularly defeated failure! Like the UN panel on climate change ---- which was mostly inhabited by politicians and bureaucrats and paper pushers in bed with investment speculators and quango minions and pretentious potentates ruling over paper bastions while angling for power and prestige by playing some angle to get the one-up on their rivals! Or else rank amateurs! Opportunists! And oh yes! And only a few second rate academics with axes to grind or else researchers wallowing in the troughs of rich government stipends tailored to produce conclusions to justify UN global power takeovers to benefit themselves and their crony insider corporate sponsors! Either that or else intellectual prostitutes whoring after oil company grants! And boy but they harped on the fact my supporters were all taking rich bucks from oil companies! Millions from oil companies! Unlike them! Or else rich bucks from global corporations! Millions from global corporations! Unlike them! Or else rich bucks from slimy Wall Street bankers! Millions from Wall Street Bankers! Unlike them!

Even exposing the Dutch Oil money angles and British Petroleum money angles and the Enron angle and the Chicago carbon exchange ponzi scheme and the fact the oil companies were using my theory to destroy their fossil fuel rival: coal! Not to save the planet! Just to speculate in carbon cap and trade and destroy their cheaper fossil fuel rival: coal! Clean coal! As different from dirty coal as comparing apples to oranges! Therefore perfectly acceptable for poor people to use now ---- especially in poor countries like Africa where the coal power plant technology, clean technology included, was simpler to build and maintain as well as being infinitely more reliable! All while pointing out au nauseam that CO2 was not a pollutant but a natural element in nature which was essential to the survival of the planet so comparing it to some nasty industrial pollutant was dangerously misleading to the ignorant public and was being done to trigger naive do-goody Baby Boomers and scientifically illiterate Millennials!

Maliciously pointing out that Western clean coal technology was not the same thing as notorious China polluting coal or the burning of peat forests in Indomalaysia which was infinitely more calamitous! Maliciously pointing out that the Canadian tar sands was a naturally occurring ecology and their restoration had a proven track record! Unlike American companies! With no ecological destruction such as one of my sponsors, BP, caused! While noting that Thatcher latched on to my theory in order to break the Welsh mine unions! To break the backbone of the Welsh miners! Not because she believed in my theory! Only that it helped her break the defiant Welsh workers! While noting that denying poor countries access to clean coal powered electricity was condemning the poorest of the poor of the world to the effects of no electricity: poverty, sickness, hunger, disease, and death. Millions of the poor in Africa dying each year because of the lack of cheap life saving electricity!

Hell! Who would throw money at such defiant outsiders who were nobodies outside of possessing obscure scientific laurels no one ever heard of who stubbornly refused to join the lemming gravy train as they called the elite new world order establishment which was enthusiastically embracing my theory to advance their global agenda! Which was my global agenda! To bury unregulated, chaotic, willy nilly, willfully defiant, brazenly individualistic, defiantly rebellious, anti-collective, anti-social, anti-everything, free market place capitalism forever! And exile non progressive reactionaries to the political wastelands forever! And depose libertarian and identitarian nationalists forever! And damn alt right, anti left, outlaws forever! And castrate destructive Western nation states forever! And defang populist democratic anarchy forever! I mean! The sheer idiocy of allowing nonentities to actually think they can dictate to the people in power! The elite! Really! The sheer idiocy of the concept of genuine democratic rule!...."

The farmers crept up to their target: the police station in the middle of the now dying village halfway buried in snow. The old name white washed out. The new name in Arabic was crudely written over the original English. Tapped to the dirty windows were endless revisions of bureaucratic regulations micro managing every minutia of the villagers’ lives. All in English because the targets were English and therefore literate even if the laws enforcing the endless bureaucratic regulations were not Common Law or based on the Magna Carta. Endless ordinances. Endless requirements. Endless protocols. Endless taxes. Especially endless taxes. The date of the payment with ‘rites of humiliation to feel subdued’ was listed in red crayon. Devshirme for failure to pay the required sum in full was scribbled over the taxation demand. There were also fading warrants for arrest for anyone possessing any illegal and forbidden objects. The list of illegal and forbidden objects was also very long. Including illegal fossil fuel. Illegal animals. Illegal radios. Illegal DVDs. Illegal records. Illegal newspapers. Illegal music. Illegal art. Illegal sports equipment. Illegal luxuries. Illegal religious trinkets. Illegal religious rites. Illegal religious celebrations. And books. Especially books. All illegal books.

And written in red crayon over the later verboten was written the words ‘And all books are illegal! Also guns! And don’t even try to bury them to conceal them! If I find them in your possession I will bury you in a Medina Trench in your front yard and your females will be forced to shovel the dirt over your dead faces before I auction them off to the highest bidders! Get it! The old days are over! The old ways are over! And don’t even try to contact the urban myth whisperers to whisper about that bastard in Wales! No one is coming to rescue you! Give up! Surrender! Capitulate to reality! This is the new norm!’

The half starved farmers stared at the torments taped to the dirty windows of the police station. Then they silently started to splash black market petrol over the outside. Then a farmer knocked on the door. The policeman opened the door, indignant at being disturbed at meal time. The scent of genuine meat cooking filling the air. Then the ‘revert’ glared at the half starved farmers. What do you want? Complaining about the kharaj land taxes again? Whining that you can’t pay the upcoming taxes? The Big J? Keep complaining and I will jack them up even higher! Then one farmer struck a match...."

".....Like the stubborn, ignorant, deplorable, picayune brain, backward, uneducated, blue collar cretins who used democracy to defeat me! Fly over red state morons and blue collar idiots who did not have the brains or education to appreciate me! Me! And rejected me! Me! Like the forces behind the bastard who defeated me! Me! They had to be defeated! Finally and at last! The fascists! The Nazis! The blue collar rust belt imbeciles! High school blue collar retards who went straight into grimy industrial manufacturing or else doomed family farms! Low tech manual laborers toiling for ten hours a day! Everyone from some flyover dying industrial city or dying rural town no respectable Washington beltway leader would want to shake hands with! Who would want to shake hands with someone with callouses and dirty fingernails! Pressing the flesh with such flesh! Ugh!

Everyone wailing that their pathetic little has-been jobs were being shipped overseas or else they were being replaced by cheaper Latino illegal migrants or else robots or else super efficient global corporations outsourcing to up productivity and efficiency for maximum profits! Fuck them! The rust belt deplorables! Silicon Valley rejects who could not even understand the Internet! Which I invented! Unsanitary, industrial besmirched, bestial hicks! Monsters lurking in antiquated machinery! The Nineteenth Century! The last gasp of the Twentieth Century! Relics in the glorious Twenty-first Century! Hicks who could not see any further down the road to the future than the closing of Detroit’s obsolete auto plants or post industrial Flint’s polluted water or else the next heroin dose to numb the pain of their shattered has-been world! Languishing on the dredges of evaporating unemployment benefits and food stamps as their pathetic grimy industrial world imploded all around them! Not even able to game the system like the Welfare Queens! So pathetic they actually said they did not want welfare! They just wanted to work! How pathetic is that?..."

The farmers cowered in the ruins of the burned out village church. The stain glass windows were smashed out. The painting of Jesus was defaced. The altar was violated. The stone monuments to the village’s war heroes were broken. Only the burned bell tower was still somewhat intact. Abandoned. But intact. Then the lookout in the destroyed church graveyard whistled softly. A small boy slipped through the snow drifts high on the exposed side of the fire gutted church. I saw it! I saw it! he whispered as he panted. I saw the train! He is coming! He is coming!

Did anyone else see it? the old man whispered.

I don’t think so! the small boy panted.

Then the chimes are tolling at midnight! the old man said to the cowering flock. His aged face was scarred. His starved body was mangled. Then the priest held up his broken hands. Every fingertip chopped off. Every finger bone had been broken. Then the ex-priest gestured as if to pray. Everyone cowering in the ruins of the village church pressed their hands together to pray. Everyone praying silently out of fear. Then the priest gestured helplessly. I can’t hold a gun to shoot. And I have no Cross or Bible to bless you! Only a desperate unspoken prayer! But I can pull the bell cord!

They melted our bell! a terrified member of his flock whispered. You know bells are forbidden!

Last week a Harbi crept in! the old priest whispered. Once he was a villager here! A good man! A good Christian! And a good Englishman! The stock of the Yeomen of old. A descendant of a hero of the Boer War. The great grandson of one of our village’s heroes of WW II. The great great grandson of one of our village’s heroes of WW I. And our village’s hero in this war. WW III! The blood of our Anglo Saxon ancestors runs in his veins. And he is an officer of the late Queen’s army and a valiant member of the In & Out Coup. He has been fighting in Wales with the Rebels. And tonight he will be fighting in London. Last week I led him up the ruined church tower. He hung a small bell. To inspire us this night! To give us back our village’s pride! And to strike the enemy through the heart with the fear of the sound of us taking back our country! It is a little thing but it is the idea of the thing. And ideas can be greater than the fear of our enemies. I will pull the cord at midnight. By my old pocket watch. That will be the signal to raise up! We have to kill them all! No mercy! Even the smallest is a harden enemy! Even the smallest would betray us! And has many a time! A leopard never changes his spots and the brainwashed fanatic never regains his sanity! I know I am no longer an official priest. The Archbishop of Canterbury defrocked me for opposing his surrender. I am a Christian but not one who believes in turning the other cheek while a genocide is occurring or else passively knelling down to be beheaded without putting up a fight! But I cannot command you. No man can command another’s conscience. But ....

But at that moment another small child slithered into the illegal meeting place. A spy has just ran into the police station! You know! That other revert! I think he saw the train! There is no other reason why he would not be swaggering as usual! There is no other reason why he would suddenly be afraid of us!

Sam! Cut the wire! Joe! Stay here with everyone else! Protect the women and children! You have the best gun! A semi-automatic! Everyone else! Come on! We have to kill the ‘reverts’ before they can try to get the telephone to work! Pray the lines are down as usual! God! God! Pray! Pray! We can’t let the Quislings and Reverts betray us yet again! Not now! Not now!

......All while whining that they were being displaced and replaced and erased by millions of immigrants from Third World countries taking their jobs and taking their neighborhoods and taking their country away from them! Becoming strangers in their own country! the heavy set man snarled. "How they pathetically wailed how they were becoming strangers in their own country! How pathetic is that?

Whining that the Edward Kennedy immigration bill which opened the borders to millions of Third World migrants was never suppose to be used to flood the country with migrants from the Third World or dramatically change the racial and religious and cultural identity of the country or replace or displace the indigenous population! Morons! What the hell did they think would happen? Hell! The Democratic Party created the bill to do just that! Flood the nation with Third World migrants we could manipulate to ensure the Democratic Party stayed in power forever! What the hell did those pathetic little people from their pathetic little fly over red states think was going to happen? That was the point damn it!

We had betrayed our original supporters, Blacks, just like during the Civil War! The fools were so ignorant of their history they did not know that the side backing Dixie and opposing Lincoln was the Democratic Party! The side defying Martin Luther King was the Democratic Party! At least until Johnson betrayed the party and backed the civil rights bill! Hell! We betrayed the Blacks nonstop while exploiting them solely for their votes! But the fools were starting to wise up! They were living in dreadful slums in dreadful inner cities run by us! The Democratic Party! Every blue state big city was run by us and we were running every single inner city of every expendable and redundant city into the ground! And they were becoming poorer and poorer! Everything breaking down around them! The schools mere warehouses! Rot and rats everywhere! The only jobs either in the bloated but corrupt Tammany Hall city bureaucracy or else dealing drugs! As we encouraged them to shot each other! Chicago black on black murders soaring up from hundreds a year to thousands a year, to hundreds of thousands a year to half million a year as the Blacks liquidated themselves to save us the trouble of buying their votes! They were starting to leave the Democratic Plantation! Them and the Union blue collar workers despite their bought off union bosses! Because we were screwing them too!

Who was promoting the global treaties shipping jobs overseas? Us of course! Who was not doing a damn thing as jobs vanished? Us of course! Who refused to take the blame and instead blamed the unemployed workers? Us of course! Who gamed the unemployment figures so anyone who could not find a good job automatically dropped off the records! Us of course! Who doctored the unemployment statistics to show that anyone who lost a good job and then had to toil at two cheap jobs just to make ends meet was recorded as two new hires to prove the economy was recovering! Us of course! Who boasted of the soaring employment of new hires ---- who were all minimum wage service jobs flipping hamburgers? Us of course! Who scolded the obsolete workers that it was all their fault! That they needed to go back to school to be reeducated? Us of course! Side by side gullible Millennials! Everyone going into lifetime debt for school loans from unethical bankers who were our patrons which could never be discharged! Amounting to indentured servitude! And which featured shockingly high interest rates so they could never pay the loans off! So make that indentured slavery! All just to graduate with worthless degrees! Us of course! Because we never bothered to save jobs for those expendable little people with or without their worthless degrees!

Instead, we deliberately imported millions and millions and millions of illegal migrants to drag down wages to subsistence levels while pretending to back minimum living wages which would never happen because millions and millions and millions of illegal migrants would relentlessly drag down wages no matter what farce of a minimum living wage might be enacted! All while importing millions and millions of green card migrants to take the STEM jobs at half the wages so either way the indigenous workers were screwed! Young and old they would be screwed! Living in their parents’ basements until their parents lost their jobs and then their homes! There was never going to be any jobs for them! Any of them! If we could not exploit them then why allow them to prosper enough to rebel against us? Keep the minions too poor to think about anything but day by day survival and they can’t organize to challenge those in power! Their masters! Us!..."

The small boys climbed up the telephone pole as if small monkeys. Then one welded oversized wire cutters as the other small boy held him. The small shaking hands struggled to cut the telephone wire....

.....Wikileaks exposed our real patrons: the Global Elite of the New World Order, Wall Street Bankers, global corporations, and that Machiavellian Soros! Fortunately Trump was assassinated! Assange was droned! And Big Sis walked over their corpses just like so many other corpses the Clintons walked over, all the way to the White House! And despite being a vegetable kept on life support 24/7 her digital face still rules as the fronteur for the Big Bucks Players and Soros to this day! The Electoral Collage erased! Elections reduced to a pantomime! The Third Term rule consigned to the trash can! Five blue mega cities ruling America so the rest of the useless, impoverished, has- been, post industrial America could be rendered redundant! Ignored! Including the redundant decaying cities and too remote western wildernesses and the rust belt and rural heartlands not needed by our huge agricultural corporate sponsors where their illegal Latino indentured slaves toiled away! Mostly in blue California! God bless California! It allowed us to write off the rest of the American Heartlands and give the middle finger salute to Iowa no less than New Hampshire! Who needs Heartlands when we can import cheap agriculture goods from Third World failed states? We drove a stake through the Heartlands! Fuck the Heartlands! We have no heart! Our living ghost dictator providing the facade behind which the New World Order Elite rules America! The millions and millions and millions of Muslims Big Sis imported before she became a human vegetable on life support providing our armed thugs and convenient terrorists justifying martial law!...

The ‘revert’ stared fearfully out of the boarded up window as the other ‘revert’ policeman struggled with the telephone. Come on! Come on! Don’t be down! Don’t be down!

I think I see shadows creeping among the snow banks! the revert at the boarded up window cried. They are trying to circle around us!

Come on! Come on! Work today! Work today! Inshallah! Inshallah!....

....We had to commit White Genocide! Christian Genocide! We had to destroy the indigenous White population! They were too contrary! Too unruly! Too defiant! Too democratic! As in genuinely democratic! And being Alpha males instead of castrated Beta males, they were too willing to fight for freedom and to protect their women and their ideals and their religion and their country! And no matter how many university classes our Cultural Marxists created to psychologically castrate White Male Masculinity as the incarnation of all evil we could not psychologically or physically castrate them all! Much less disarm them!...

The farmer gestured for his daughter to keep a look out. Then the family carefully dug up the oil cloth covered water proof box. They hauled it through the snow to the farm house. Then everyone huddled in the freezing farm house as they unwrapped the layers of oil cloth and tarp. By the light of a peat fire they unlocked the water proof box and unwrapped the oil tarp covered guns. Illegal guns. Shot guns. Hunting guns. WW I and WW II rifles. Afghan war semi automatic rifles and pistols. And a machine gun. Then they unwrapped the ammo. At the same time the children picked up bags of hand made lead bullets for sling shots. I wish had more time to train you better my children. Taking you into the wilderness to practice shooting with genuine guns once a year is not ideal. But now is the final battle of a very long war!

We have been practicing with sling shots Dada! the twelve year old son said.

But this is winter so our sling shot weapons are useless. The coldness wreaks our recycled rubber cords the father explained. We have to use steel springs. Fighting in winter is harder. But our enemies cannot fight in winter at all!

But I can nail a target from fifty feet Dada with my Roman sling! the daughter said. Who needs a gun which might run out of ammo? She held up bags of hand made lead bullets. Then she brandished her Roman style long range sling. It is not rubber but cording so it is immune to weather and silent as an air gun! We can fill the air with the hail of lead bullets and wage war for a week! A bullet hurled for 100 yards every three seconds with velocity that can rival a small gage weapon! Better than an air rifle! And as you said Dada, a concussion brings down the enemy faster than piercing! Then just kill the fallen later! she said as she brandished her Gurkha style knife. Shooting a bastard in the guts is better than some fancy shot! He falls. He can’t get up! He bleeds out! Who cares how long he has to die! He is dying! Bang! On to the next bastard!

Because you have trained. I hope the other youngsters have trained! the father said. But as a special present for all of your hard training I have this! he produced a bag of strange bullets. Roman style bullets with sharp body piercing ends the father said as he gestured to the special bag of modified lead bullets shaped like tiny footballs except with sharp ends.

And I have been training! she exclaimed excited. The figure eight style!

So have I Dada! the smaller boy chimed in. I am so much better now that I am using my pointer finger for the finger ring!

Jack is so much better! the fifteen year old daughter said as she hugged her smaller brother.

I hope all of the children have been training the father said. Sling artillery has been throughout history the backbone of any militia!

And slings are better for those who are less strong to use crossbow winches! the daughter said.

Tonight is all or never! the mother said as she organized the weapons and bags of bullets. I have been casting bullets for a year now!

Didn’t you say the Greeks and Romans had lots of sling artillery? the daughter said as she put on cobbled together body armor of her own crafting. They fill the air with the hail of war! And it is faster to load and hurl than long bows! Lead bullets are more aerodynamic than pebbles and I have been hoarding steel ball bearings for this battle! Britannia can wage war with slings as well as spears and shields and chariots! Tonight our steel mounted tractor will be our chariot! Mother shall drive it! John will be your ammo feeder! And I will be your shieldwall!

The mother dragged out the illegal Scorpions. The hand made steel reproductions of the ancient tried and true infantry Roman artillery. She stacked up the small steel spring machines based on the crossbow but larger to shoot larger steel arrows twenty times the distance at fifty times the velocity. In sort: the Roman version of the machine gun complete with pivoting mounts and red dot laser sights. Then she stacked up the bags of steel arrows. We were reduced to using duct tape to fletch she said as she held up a steel arrow with duck tape used to replace the steel arrow’s normal simple fletch or the arrow’s ornate feathering.

It works. Close range Scorpions and spear crossbows don’t need anything but the shaft and smooth steel point anyway the father said as they organized the weapons.

A boy serving as look out at the window gestured. Then the father, a forge blacksmith, opened the back door as men and women silently slipped inside. The mother opened more boxes of freshly made knives and stilettos as well as diverse forms of ancient weaponry. Battle axes. Battle swords. Anything with a proven record of killing. The farmers lined up to select their preferred weapons.

What the hell is that? one farmer asked as he held up a modified frisbee with screws attached in a radiating pattern.

Lethal throwing weapons based in Sikh killing weapons the forge blacksmith said. For anyone who remembers how to throw a frisbee he added. Farmers picked up the crude but lethal projectiles.

I remember these when there used to be a childhood!

My children have never seem them!

Well! We remember our childhoods to throw them!

I will kill with joy with one of these!

Only veterans can weld the gunnery because they have the war training the forge blacksmith said. Everyone else pick up the unconventional weaponry.

No sling shot weapons?

Cold weather wreaks the rubber recoils the forge smith explained.

But I love the slingshot rifle you created for me!

Steel springs in winter boyos!

Well! You are the Zombie Killing Master of the Apocalypse!

Yes I am!

We have been practicing! another farmer said. In the wilderness far from spying eyes. The nice thing about slingshots and crossbows is that they make no sound to be heard by spies! And we can retrieve the arrows!

Hell! I have been hunting for game to feed my family with one!

So have I!

So have I!

The bastards are starving us deliberately as well as freezing us!

Kissinger once said to the effect that if you control fuel and energy you control nations and if you control food you control people. The bastards are denying us energy and food to control us!

While trying to disarm us! Long before the crisis congealed!

Yeah! To disarm us!

Well! Modern slingshots can rival gunnery and crossbows have been revolutionized even before we realized we were at war with the enemy in our midst!

Zombie movies have their uses!

Zombie movies prepared us better than our traitorous leaders ever did!

Fortunately because your experiments at concocting saltpeter for gunpowder have been iffy! one farmer told the mother who chuckled.

We know what we can weld to kill with! We have been practicing for this night!

One farmer knelt down to study the diverse Scorpion crossbow artillery machines. Sweet! I like this one! A double mounted crossbow affair for double the velocity! Sweet!

It can pierce armor the forge smith said. Tripod because it has the kick of a mule. He held up a one pound steel torpedo projectile. Can shoot a torpedo every 30 seconds."

And this one looks just like a machine gun! The conventional steel crossbow spring is the power source. The ratchet winch wind up crank up gear is here? Sweet! Spring recoil trigger! Sweet! I like the touch of mounting illegal red dot gun sights to increase the precision! We have all been practicing with your older style cross bows but this is sweeter still!

Rack and pinion style? one farmer asked as he gestured to another one.

‘Yeah. Those. These here are crank style. Those over there are pump style."

Like a shot gun! Good!

These small ones are pistol cobras. Those over there are crossbow rifles the forge blacksmith said as he picked up a fantastic weapon. Wood mounts. Rifle stocks. Hand grips to aim. These have pump action style ratchet winch mechanisms like a shot gun. Those have rotary crank winch mechanisms. Whatever your preference and experience. Recoil triggers just like shooting a gun. Magazine style loaders can hold seven steel arrows.

Detachable?

No the forge smith admitted. Not the black painted wood ones. The metal ones. Yeah. I had to mass produce from what I had.

They look just like conventional gunnery except with steel crossbow spring power! A farmer eagerly picked one up and admired it.

Better than the ratchet lever design you have given to us to practice with! These must be your new and improved semi automatics!

The Cobra pump style winch style pistols can do 25 arrows a minute. The semi automatic rifle style crossbows can do 50 arrows a minute with detachable magazines. The three machine gun crossbows can do 300 arrows a minute. 70 to 100 feet. Arrows mounted in Browning style ammo belts. These eight here are crank style Al Capone gangster style machine guns. Then he gestured to one of several rifle- like guns modified to hold revolving wheels which held eight arrows. Think a Gatling gun! I used up all of my remaining illegal air rifle canisters for these. But women can weld these. Bags of pre-loaded revolving wheels in bags over there. You can shoot one arrow at a time or all at one blast!"

Sweet! Wifey will love it!

My daughter will want one of those!

What was good enough for the Romans or Vikings or Normans or Crusaders is good enough for us this night! another farmer said as he picked up a Scorpion to test its weight.

What is good enough to kill zombies is good enough for me! This is the biggest one? Right? Like a machine gun. Like a Browning! Wonderful!

Can shoot through armor and blow off door locks and impale a man. Blast us into any bastion. Shoots the heaviest arrows. Two pound steel torpedoes! Also fire arrows and spears. But the slowest to load. You have to insert each projectile by hand. Someone should be a loader which will speed up the shooting the forge smith explained.

Light enough to carry if the second man carries the bags of projectiles. The aging veteran of the Third Afghan War tested one. Then he picked up a steel arrow. As good as artillery! We often used crossbows at night for the silence of the killing. How fast to load?

You can shoot arrows like a semi automatic if you have been practicing with my training mock ups the forge blacksmith said to the still quite strong ex-soldier. Women can’t weld it. But you can!

And we have been training! the farmer said as he passed the conventional machine gun to his wife. I will use this so my wife can use the machine gun. Our daughter can load. Our son can use a crossbow rifle to protect us. We have all been training for this night! This will be the final battle in a very long war! And it is a battle we mean to win! We have been fooled twice! Shame on us!

Shame on our traitorous leaders who betrayed us!

But we won’t be fooled again! No one will ever be naive enough to be fooled by this death cult ever again!

Yeah! Who said watching zombie movies and then trying to recreate the weaponry would never come in handy! Eh!

".....I remember reading a chilling Libertarian book by Matt Kibbe! His rules for liberty were terrifying to anyone in authority! Especially us! ‘Don’t hurt people. Free people just want to be left alone, not hassled or harmed by someone else’s agenda or designs on their life and property. Don’t take people’s stuff. America’s founders fought to ensure property rights and our individual right to the fruits of our labors. Take responsibility. Liberty means responsibility. Don’t sit around waiting for someone else to solve your problems. Work for it. For every action there is an equal reaction. Work hard and you’ll be rewarded. Mind your own business. Free people live and let live. Fight for power. Take a stand against corrupt authority.’

It was a terrifying manifesto! Especially to us! The Progressive Democratic Party! It was a fundamental attack on our tenets! Our agendas! On the New World Order we have aspired to achieve for the world! At the core we are not just collectivism or benign socialism! We are communism! We have never renounced it! Not in the depths of our collective souls! No wonder the Communist Party is one of our biggest supporters to this day! No wonder we never admit how many millions of souls communism has killed and what a failure it has been in the past! No wonder we harp on the deaths and horrors of fascism which has killed a fraction of those butchered by communism! A death toll which makes Hitler a rank amateur in comparison!

No wonder we accuse anyone defying us as being a fascist! At our core we are totalitarianism! Not just collectivist but totalitarian! As every cultural Marxist and social justice warrior will attest! At our core we absolutely believe in the Commanding Heights totalitarian political system where the over seeing state bureaucracy recognizes no limits to its authority and moral mission to create an utopia by striving to regulate every aspect of public and private lives! From the moment a person gets up in the morning to the moment they collapse on their beds! Including how to get up and what type of bed!

The Nanny State on steroids! Everyone an interchangeable clog in the machine! Everyone a member of this identity politics or that group collective or else the expendable packaged as the enemy! A part of the party plantation or else the scapegoat! An ally or else a threat! The interchangeable unit insider or else the deviant outsider and defiant outlaw! Micro managing every moment of everyone’s life! Dictating every iota of a person’s existence! Carving windows into every soul in order to police every thought in a person’s head! Down to policing the very words one can speak! Taxing every effort and penalizing every success! Crushing every individual thinking outside of the box! And punishing every aspiration if that circumnavigates around our power over the levers of reward and dole subsistence or else punishment!

Denying human responsibility and promoting victimhood so the people will feel utterly helpless without us controlling their lives for them! Pummeling every square peg in every round hole! Regulating everyone and bureaucratically supervising everything! Vomiting out regulations by the tonnage! And crushing every freedom and liberty! Reducing everyone to cookie cutter generic units! Stifling initiative! Smothering enterprise! Preventing prosperity! Except for us! Covertly spreading poverty and misery! Except for us! Preventing success! Except for us! Preventing wealth! Except for us! Creating economic failure to justify rationing! To stop consumerism! To destroy capitalism! To kill our mortal enemies the bourgeoisie middle class! Ultimately to kill unions! Small businesses! Small farms! Anyone and anything that tries to elude the collective! And advance crony corporatism which we can manipulate and control! Ultimately to crash the existing government and the existing nation in order to impose draconian measures. Rationing! Suffering! Martial law! All to justify communism!

Tradition! History! Culture! Christianity! Morality! The nuclear family! We have systematically undermined them all! Deliberately! As we unleash social justice cultural Marxism! Our ultimate goal: to eradicate the West and everything the West stands for! The end: communism! Communism and Commanding Heights bureaucratic autocracy! What else is the EU and UN and ultimately the UN Panel on Climate Change except the end game of Commanding Heights bureaucratic autocracy by the unelected Elite? In short: Communistic rule by the New World Order Elite? Us? Me?

I am not a monster! Don’t you understand? It is the only way to rule unruly humanity! It is the only way to govern and control people because people are too dangerous to be allowed to run amok! Individualism is too dangerous to be allowed free rein! And free market capitalism is too dangerous to be allowed free rein! Free market capitalism is predicated on individualism and freedom and small, localized, and minimal government kept too weak to exact any sort of commanding heights control! Free market capitalism is predicated on the individual instead of the collective! Ambition! Enterprise! Initiative! Greed! The nuclear family! And consumerism! The petty schemes of petty families focused only on momentary happiness and pleasure! Children! And futile dreams! And that way lays chaos! Anarchy! And unsustainable aspirations!

Benevolent collective commanding heights totalitarianism by the elite is the only way to save humanity from itself! It is the only way to save the planet! It is the only way to create an utopia! Democracy failed me! White male voters failed me! America failed me! I had to destroy it! I had to destroy them! Don’t you see? It was the only way to save the planet!..."

The forge blacksmith distributed the weapons. We have rehearsed for this night! Tonight we are killing every Eloi as if zombies! We have been feeding them argot to addle their brains and disease their limbs for over a month now! Wifey might not be able to distill saltpeter for gunpowder but she distilled argot to contaminate the foods we allowed the bastards to steal from us as Kharaj land taxes and Jizyah! This is the night we take back our country!

The Eloi are gibbering one farmer said. Raving as if on LSD!

Ergot is organic LSD the wife of the forge smith explained.

And some of the Eloi are rotting as if unburied corpses still staggering! God! Some really do look like zombies now!

Argot destroys the nerves and causes gangrene the wife of the forge smith explained. It rots the flesh of the extremities. Syria flesh eating parasites might rot out the body faster but ergot both rots out the body and the brains!

Right! Are we ready? the forge master asked the village.

Everyone raised up their weapons. Yes!

Work hard and you are rewarded! Take control of yours lives and you are no longer a victim! the daughter of the forge smith declared as she stood before them as if Britannia. We are no longer helpless victims! Tonight we are taking back control!

Here is the outlawed flag! the son of the forge smith said as he waved the illegal flag of Saint George.

Everyone tear off your badges of shame and put on one of these! the wife said as she passed out arm bands with the crusader cross. The enemy brainwashed us to think the crusaders were evil! The crusaders were the last desperate shieldwall against 400 years of nonstop Islamic assault, slaughter, rape, pillage, and enslavement since 666! By the time of the crusaders even Christian Rome had been sacked by Islamic jihadists! But for the crusaders the whole of Europe would have been conquered by Islam! Not just the South East Levant! The whole of the Levant and Europe! We are the New Crusaders! We are stopping this second Islamic conquest in its tracks and we are taking back the North West Levant and Europe!

Right! the forge smith shouted. Let’s take back our village and our nation! After tonight the call of the faithful will only be heard in Hell!

".....No wonder Muslims have always voted for us in overwhelming numbers! And no wonder we have determinately backed the importation into the West of millions and millions and millions and millions of Muslims from every Third World failed state! Using the discredited canards of multi-culturalism and diversity which have been not only utterly discredited by rational study by rational scientists as well as rational economists by totally rejected by the Asia triad! For good reason! For every good reason! Because we have used the canards like a Trojan Horse!

No less than the canard that our economy and lavish social safety net and economic consumerism required the importation of millions and millions and millions of Muslims after encouraging our indigenous citizenry to embrace abortion and homosexuality along with the one child ideal to drastically drop their numbers! While Muslims deliberately encouraged gross over population as a weapon of war! While we deliberately overspent! To render the nation economically precarious! While claiming that the importation of millions and millions and millions and millions of migrants would save it! When they was actually bleeding the nation dry!

Claiming that the national GNP required the importation of millions and millions and millions and millions of mostly illiterate and unskilled laborers unable to even learn English and hostile to everything our nation represented except the riches and trophies of success like cell phones they lusted to steal! Another canard! When modern advanced nations do not require gross over population of grossly inbred laborers but rather a small population of highly educated and skilled workers of high motivation and enterprise and imitative to work with artificial intelligence to design the robots of tomorrow! Japan and South Korea has proved that GNP is not GNP per capita and GNP per capita does not require a large population! Only a skilled and productive and enterprising population! A small population of quality! Not quantity! Which the importation of millions and millions and millions and millions of uneducated, unskilled, and unenterprising, other than documented none functioning, unqualified, shocking disruptive, shockingly criminal, and shockingly violent migrants do NOT represent! And a nation can only stay whole and secure and peaceful and productive if culturally similar and religiously consistent with strong unifying social cohesion built on a shared history and values and the family! ‘K’s! Not ‘R’s! So Japan and South Korea and now Capitalistic China as well as Hong Kong and Singapore prove that the entire ideology of multi-culturalism and diversity is not only a canard but national suicide! Because at the core our totalitarianism is the same totalitarianism as the Divine Slavery! Which is why we had to commit not only White Male genocide but Christian White Male genocide! American Christian White Male genocide! Western Christian White Male genocide..."

The well armed farmers encircled the small town. They wore white sheets sewed into hooded hunter throws to conceal their presence. Well trained attack dogs, all illegal, were covered by white jackets too. The dogs slunk on their hind legs as if wolves on the scent of prey. The little army had previously identified the enemy reverts, the police with the guns, the informers, the Quislings, and the profiteers. Now they disbursed to preliminary attack positions to await the signal to attack each target at the same time. Utterly silent. And terrifying prepared to kill. Every child and teenager and man and woman and dog. Then the forge smith nodded and his little boy shouted Mohammad is a pedophile! Every ‘revert’ stuck out their heads from their snow blocked homes. The policeman welding a hand gun.

Jihad you fuckers! Crusaders arise! the daughter of the forge smith shouted as the freezing air was filed by a hail of bullets and steel arrows. At the same moment the forge smith’s hunting rifle took out the armed policeman with a surgical shot. In five minutes every enemy was dead! They did not even need the heavy Scorpion crossbow to batter down any doors with two pound torpedoes. The blood of the slain stained the snow. Half of the converts had not even understood what was happening it was over so fast.

The other citizens of the small town cowered in terror as the forge smith repositioned his men to secure the small town. Whistles blowing signals as soldiers secured outlaying buildings. The forge smith counting each whistle in his mind. Then he secured control of the remaining erratic telephone, the only remaining working cell phone which proved to be defunct, the only two automobiles in the town, both with flat tires, and the two power generators the top converts enjoyed complete with illegal black market fossil fuel.

Then the forge smith bellowed Come out and be identified as friend or foe! The terrified population slunk out one by one and cowered in the deep snow. Terrified, they fearfully held up tiny symbols of the side they were on: illegal crosses or else illegal Bibles. The forge smith marched by each suspect town citizen. You never tried to fight back you cowards! And you let the enemy grind us farmers down to a bloody pulp!

We were grounded down to a bloody pulp ourselves! one town person cried. Informers and the thought police were everywhere! She paused and looked fearfully at her young teenaged son. And the madrassa taught only one thing! Jihad and spying on one’s parents! She looked fearfully at her son as if Frankenstein looking at his Creature. The boy was curiously emotionless. Then he lunged with a knife to slay his mother. The forge smith effortlessly disarmed the thirteen year old fanatic as his parents cowered in fear. Clearly they had been terrorized for years by their own son. Then the screaming fanatic was tied and gagged.

Over there! Jihadist! eight bullets and twelve steel arrows impaled another ‘revert’ before the eleven year old terrorist could finish shouting Allah u Akbar! The wife welding the Al Capone Machine Gun crossbow with the air pump canister shooting off all eight steel arrows simultaneously — leaving the corpse impaled as if a porcupine.

Everyone into the mosque you so shamefully converted your town church into! the forge smith barked.

To burn us! God have mercy!

The god you turned your coats for did not show mercy! Your new holy book does not show mercy! The merciful lines are abrogated you liars! Everyone knows that now! Abrogated! Instead there are over two hundred verses that describe how to chop and dice and torture and rape and exterminate the Unbelievers and Infidels and Kafirs and Shirks! The god you kowtowed to and pointed your arses up at prayer time does not believe in mercy! Only Submission and Holy War until every non Muslim is dead! Get inside and pray now!

The small town’s population was herded into the church crudely converted into a mosque. Then the doors were locked and secure. The forge smith nodded. Now is the dangerous part! We need to inspect every building for enemies hiding from arrest! Some might be genuinely terrified! Some might be enemies planning to shoot us in the back! Especially the young who have been brainwashed their entire lives! Don’t trust them! No matter how young! Shoot if they make any suspicious move other than surrender with both hands up! We need to herd everyone into this mosque to corral them until dawn. Then we can sort through them! Remember! Shoot to kill if they won’t come out with BOTH hands up! And don’t trust the young! Islam turns the young converts into the worse fanatical killers of .... Over there! Shoot!

At that moment a ten year old blond Muslim ran toward the New Crusaders while screaming Allahu Akbar! while holding a suicide vest in her small arms . The forge smith’s daughter used her sling to hurl a Roman piercing bullet straight into her skull as she ignited the suicide vest. Everyone ducked as the suicide jihadist fell to the snow as her suicide vest..... failed to explode. The relic too old and too damp to still be functional. The fanatic’s blood christened the snow.

The forge smith grimaced as his little army stood up wary, everyone pointing weapons in every direction. This won’t be easy!

Well! That is what dogs are for a farmer said