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It's not on OUR own but on YOUR own. After all, how much help can I expect from you and how much can you expect from me? Quadruple this in times of great stress. Let's face it, we are islands, for the most part, and the quicker we face up to the fact, the sooner we'll be able to deal effectively and intelligently with it. I've seen it too often in years past whenever someone got their tail in a jam. Those in positions to get the word out may certainly do so, but never have I seen support, in the amount needed, come in to effect the situation one way or another. That's reason number one why I never have bothered to make appeals on behalf of myself or my operation. When a comrade requests of me that I print an appeal for him, and if it is a bona fide good cause, I'll do it as a favor but I always caution them in advance never to bank on any results.
If we are to call ourselves a Movement with any degree of seriousness then the kind of shabbiness I've laid out above is plain suicide. Flirting with ultimate, eventual disaster. I've always wondered when the Enemy would finally read the signals given out by the Movement over the decades which indicate that it CAN be knocked-over one-by-one with perfect ease– except for singular exceptions who fight back like Gordon Kahl and a precious few others– and take logical, dreaded action upon the situation. You've been asking for it. Sooner or later they'll give it to you.
None of my material is ever intended as a spook story or a down trip per se. I write about this because I take a certain, personal sense of pride– along with others– in having stood literally alone against the Beast System. I don't consider this an end goal, far from it, but if I should die tonight I will have accounted for a hell of a lot more than most others. It has its elements of satisfaction. Again, that's not enough. It is better viewed as a good preparatory phase in the development of revolutionaries. Anybody can stand in a mob or with an army. Few can stand alone. These are the only kind we want.
When I was newer at this, I would stand in amazement at the sight of ex-members of the armed forces, combat veterans in many instances, who would be quivering and quaking and whispering their intentions of imminently running during confrontations with the real enemy, the enemy at home. How did we ever win any wars?? One answer is massive logistics. The other answer would apply to all peoples, everywhere, in any army you care to discuss. The ordinary soldier at the front knows in his heart of hearts that his government, hence, his people, is behind him for better or worse while he is out there risking his life. He knows he'll come in for all kinds of benefits, etc., once he gets home. If he is injured in the line of duty, he knows he's in for even more benefits and the best medical care on earth. He knows also that if he screws up he's in for hell, supplied by the same overwhelmingly huge machine he's working for. And, as Hitler pointed out in Mein Kampf, the average soldier in the world is more afraid of his own commanding officer than he is of the enemy. In short, he is not alone and he knows it.
Take the same soldier who performs honorably on the field of battle, such as Korea or Vietnam , and put him with a handful of fanatics, in a Nazi uniform, on some demonstration or picket line at home. Forget about the Negroes and Jews, but let the local White yokels come out to hoot their ignorant, idiotic brand of "patriotism" and watch what happens. He falls apart. He tucks his tail between his legs. He's on his own. He's alone.
We half-joked during the Sixties as we'd be approaching one or another "Rednest" college or university preparing for a "Bomb Hanoi" demonstration or literature distribution at the height of Vietnam that, even though we may have numbered only four to six men as opposed to a numberless Red rabble on the campus, it would require them at least a good hour to get a mob worked up before they would attack. Most of the time we were right, though not always. Even among the scum there were a few leader-types, some real zealots. Otherwise, the mob had to rely on weight of numbers, and the anonymity and back-up that it provided, before attempting to rush us.
We tried to utilize to best advantage the maxim that nobody wants to be the first one to get it. It sort of helped neutralize their numbers game. Somebody had to be the first in. (Also, half-jokingly, we figured that one could only be attacked by a maximum of seven persons at once; the rest having to wait their turn before they could get in a punch.) Surprisingly few were willing to be among the first. In later years, when I'd be in charge of the security of an operation, I'd deliberately set things up to where, if an enemy mob tried to attack, they'd have to do so down a narrow corridor or gauntlet, practically single-file. Spoken, but unwritten, orders were to kill the first three or four and, thereafter, worry about saving your own life. This strategy never let me down on any occasion. We never seemed to run up against any scum that sincerely sought martyrdom for their scumbag cause. Being a martyr– or dying as one– really requires being A-L-O-N-E. Human types are a breed of animal that are social as hell.
I've personally witnessed many a self-styled "rough-ass", maximum security prison guards, etc., who could regale you with endless hairy stories from inside the block, etc., sit and literally cry in their beer because some woman was threatening to divorce them and take all their property plus a large chunk of their income. In the block, you have the flying squads. In divorce court, you're alone. Which brings things around to the greatest source of fear of being caught alone: loss of security.
Security, even in a military sense, is a relative thing at best. Taken in any other sense, it becomes an illusion. They talk on about "job security", "family security", "home security", "social security", etc. The way to terrorize and CONTROL these people is through control of the money system. And this is exactly what we see today. Big, burly men will cry and crawl, beg and plead, even blow their brains out with enough of an applied financial squeeze-play. It's a miserable and disgusting sight. I can't feel any pity toward them because it is they who chose to accept the rules of the game from the System. It is they at the same time who curse me and my kind as no-goods because we don't punch a time-clock or otherwise make slaves of ourselves.
The other thing which prevents most people from being willing to stand alone is that they don't have any reason to do so. None whatsoever. These are of course "the masses" and I don't condemn them for anything except when they break bad with me for not only having a cause but also my standing up for it. They live only to produce and consume; to masticate and defecate. Wasted exercises in protoplasm. Here only to breathe the air and take up space. No really valid reason for living. Show them a real cause and a real activist and they'll hate and resent it because it makes apparent the bottomless futility and insignificance of their own lives. The furthest "cause" or "belief" they know or will accept or will admit is today's washed-out, washed-up, homogenized and mass Christianity.
Being on your own, strictly speaking, has its disadvantages. But these are the kinds of disadvantages referred to by Hitler and Nietzsche as being the makers of superior, truly great men. Personally, I don't know of anything, however small or insignificant on a daily basis, that isn't some kind of struggle. And mostly these days it is financial. So be it. I've often enough said that economics is the key. Not those that have it but those that can live without it. I've already experienced the rest.
We need and want professional revolutionaries. Men who are truly tough... inwardly where it counts. Men who will not flinch at anything that they themselves have to endure, much less anything which they may inflict upon the Enemy one day. We need a large band of those "flint-hard personalities"– the kind of which,
though they may have been of alien blood and creed, took over Russia when the roof came crashing down around the ears of a rotten and decadent ruling class, one so very similar to that which exists here today. We each tread that course alone, as it must be. We'll each either arrive at our destination in full figure or we'll have perished along the way due to some weakness... alone.
[Vol. XIII, #1– Jan., 1984]
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