It was a quiet Saturday morning at the Nevada Base as Harry Barnes fired up his personal laptop computer. It had been issued one by the Uptimers for his own use from the stockpile they brought along for the mission to the Solar System.
At first he checked the base network for news. Seeing that the Soviets had decided not to launch a first strike on the United States, and that the first of the prisoners of war rescued from North Vietnam were returning to their families here in the mainland, he brought up the word processor program. For the first draft of the paper he decided to use Times New Roman instead of the Courier New font.
To understand the actions of the Uptimers requires knowledge of the nature and purpose of Government. In both cases, the action against the police in Minneapolis and the execution of William Grant in Dallas, the individuals from Uptime were responding to the failure of the local police agencies. Although the Uptimers had agreed to follow the laws of the United States in both cases the local agencies that upheld those laws were clearly not functioning.
In both cases the Uptimers had found themselves in a practical state of anarchy.
In Minneapolis the failure began when the patrol officers were not informed of the visit of Mission Commander Evelyn Boatman to several high technology firms in the Twin Cities area and of his specific physical condition. This was inexcusable as the Saint Paul Police Department had informed their patrol officers of the visit without any difficulty. The second point of failure was the overtly hostile and unprofessional attitude taken with respect to Commander Boatman and his escort from NASA which was followed by a physical assault.
Under the circumstances Commander Boatman had no choice but to use deadly force to protect himself.
The third point of failure was during the mission by the Uptimers to retrieve Commander Boatman from the city. The Federal Authorities had ordered the Minneapolis Police to stand down as the Commander and his NASA escort boarded the lander sent to retrieve them. But a police marksman had taken it upon himself to shoot Commander Boatman in the back with a scoped rifle. With their commander down the squad of Rangers proceeded to clear the area of the landing zone of apparent hostiles.
The summary execution of the televangelist William Grant in the city of Dallas was again a response to the failure of the function of local government.
Judith Grant, the daughter of the televangelist, was brought into the Emergency Room of Parkland Hospital with severe injuries inflicted by her father in a beating. When the doctor who treated her requested the arrest of the assailant the policeman present refused because of Grant's local political connections. When the doctor informed the policeman that Judith could die of her injuries the officer responded by saying that an innocent man would be found and prosecuted for the crime.
The circumstances of the incident were far more disgusting. Judith had been beaten to a pulp for possessing a paperback copy of Atlas Shrugged. And what the policeman actually told Doctor Goldman in the ER was disgusting beyond belief.
Doctor Barnes continued to write.
The ER Physician had called upon the Uptimers for assistance and the Chief Medical Officer, Doctor Alice Boatman had arrived at Parkland Hospital by lander and upon consulting with the ER Physician the decision was made to transfer Judith to the starship Eagle for further treatment. It was at this time that the televangelist William Grant had entered the ER and physically blocked the transfer of the patient.
The Dallas police officers present refused to remove the physically and now verbally abusive father from the path of the Uptimers, it was at this point that Doctor Boatman used her personal weapon to perform a Saigon Special on William Grant.
As the Objectivist representative to the Uptimers Doctor Barnes had been made aware of the Doctor Boatman's personal background and the appalling circumstances of her early life. That she had grown up to be a fully rational woman was nothing short of amazing. That she had calmly treated her encounter with the televangelist as a clinical problem, such as the removal of a cancerous tumor, was in some respects frightening.
Harry then sat back and thought. The next part of the article would place the actions of the Uptimers in context.
The future colonists of Alpha Centauri properly hold that the use of retaliatory force must be placed under objective control and thus delegated to government in a rational society. But in both cases the local government had failed to carry out this function. As a result of this failure the Uptimers hold that the authority and responsibility to act with force reverts back to the individual. As an example they cite the actions of General Loan during the Tet Offensive in Vietnam.
The situation on this day in Saigon was pure chaos. No one on the ground could have been sure that there would be a functioning government on the next day. Into this situation a Viet Cong terrorist had been captured after he murdered the family of a National Police officer. General Loan as the commander of the National Police had no idea if the terrorist could ever be prosecuted and punished for his actions. So in the absence of a clearly functional authority he personally carried out the judgment and execution of the murderer.
It was no secret on the base that the Uptimers view General Loan as a hero.
At this point Doctor Barnes sent the document to the printer.
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Thursday, October 02, 2014
Thursday, September 11, 2014
Step Back, Part 10
On early Wednesday morning in Moscow a teletype machine sprang to life. The communications watch officer at the Lubyanka tore off the message and read it. The emergency message was from the KGB station chief in Hanoi and was written in the clear. He personally hand carried the message to the senior watch officer that was on duty.
The senior watch officer read the message and then made a decision. He looked up a telephone number from the list at hand and dialed it.
When a very grumpy old man answered the phone the senior watch officer spoke.
“Comrade Chairman, our Hanoi Station reports that the city is under attack.”
Yuri Andropov was clearly annoyed at being awakened in the early morning.
“The Americans are bombing again? You called me at this time in the morning to report that?”
“No, Comrade Chairman, it’s not the Americans. The station chief reports that the city is being hit with light beams fitting the description of those used on Nigeria.”
Fuck your mother, thought Andropov. The sun had not risen yet over Moscow and this was clearly going to be a very long day.
On the ground Major Benson and his group of Ranger had surrounded one of the objectives, known in history as the Hanoi Hilton. He then spoke to the fire support officer on the Eagle.
“Eagle, this is Ranger Six, commence fire mission.”
“Aye-aye, sir.”
In sudden flashes of light the guard towers were vaporized.
Major Benson now gave the order.
“Forward!”
In accordance to the plan the Rangers jumped over the fence surrounding the camp and began the process of systematically exterminating the guards and other state personnel present. There were to be no survivors.
When the Rangers were finished with the grim task the prisoners were released from their cages and led to the center on the compound.
Major Benson was supervising this part of the operation from the center of the camp when a ghost of a very badly beaten man stumbled up to him and spoke.
“Who are who?”
Benson recognized the man immediately. He flipped open the visor on his helmet, and responded.
“Major Nathan Benson of the Ranger Company aboard starship Eagle, we’re from Alpha Centauri, sir.”
The man responded.
“Lieutenant Commander John S. McCain, Junior, United States Navy.”
Major Benson saluted Commander McCain and replied.
“Commander McCain, it is an honor to meet you , sir!”
The second squad cleared a landing zone outside the gate of the camp. Here another lander with medical personnel aboard landed to take on the rescued prisoners. From here they would be flown to Ton Son Nhat airport outside of Saigon. Here, another officer from the Eagle was waiting for the rescue landers with some buses and every American military ambulance that was available.
Aboard the Eagle with the mission on the ground completed Mission Commander Boatman gave the order to return the ship to the watch position over the United States.
As the Sun rose over Moscow the Soviet Politburo opened a very early meeting.
General Secretary Brezhnev asked the first question of KGB Chairman Andropov.
“Comrade Chairman, what is the status of Hanoi?”
Andropov looked at his notes and replied.
“Our men on the ground in Hanoi have not been able to go beyond the city limits, but as far as they could see the state apparatus in Vietnam has been effectively destroyed.”
“There’s no Communist State in Vietnam?”
“Correct, as far as they can see, Comrade Secretary.”
Brezhnev then turned to the Defense Minister and asked a question.
“Marshal Grechko, what is the status of our weapon to be used against the Star People?”
“Comrade Secretary, although the weapon is still in the design stage but the components we expect to use are being brought to the Baikonur Cosmodrome for assembly. The current plan is to use the service module of a Soyuz spacecraft to carry the thermonuclear device to the target by remote control. All work on the device is proceeding as quickly as possible.”
“Very good,” said Brezhnev, “but we need to do this quickly.”
Brezhnev then turned to the Foreign Minister, Andrei Gromeko.
“Comrade Minister, we need to speak forcefully in condemnation of the actions of the Star People. We should also put forth a resolution in the U.N. General Assembly that the Star People and their ship be brought under U.N. control.”
“Yes, Comrade Secretary.” Gromeko replied.
The Agriculture Minister spoke up.
“What good will that do, Comrade Secretary?”
Gromeko answered the question.
“As with all resolutions in that body it establishes a psychological position that we can exploit later on.”
The Agriculture Minister could only nod in agreement.
As the line of sunrise continued westwards across the planet newspaper editorial writers virtually leaped into action. Most of them in line with ideological biases wrote to condemn the actions of the Uptimers in Vietnam. This included the editors of the New York Times.
As the writers and editors were working at full speed to ready the later editions of the paper for publication a book reviewer spoke to his editor.
“How can real progress be made when those who do it are murdered from orbit with impunity?”
“I have no idea, Fred.” The Junior Editor replied. “Did you finish your assignment?”
“Yes,” said Fred, “I really wish you hadn’t given it to me to review.”
Fred dropped the review copy of The Concept of Government on the desk.
“Why?”
Fred replied.
“It’s total Fascist trash, and it’s murder pornography as well!”
“Murder pornography?” Siad the Junior Editor.
“Yes,” Fred replied, “the author, whoever it is, wants to exterminate all progressives, without exception.”
The Junior Editor had another question.
“Did they explain why it’s being printed in an anonymous and abridged edition?”
Yes,” said Fred, “according to the forward--written by that brat Boatman--the person equivalent to the author is living on this timeline and he believes that the progressives will murder him if the name is revealed. Can you believe that bullshit?’
“No--Did he say why it was abridged?”
“He says that it would give information to the Progressive Movement that will allow it to avoid errors and make it more difficult to bring down. He also calls all progressives ‘a pack of predatory animals and vermin fit for extermination.’”
The Junior Editor’s eyes widened.
“Well we can’t let that trash go unanswered.” He said.
The senior watch officer read the message and then made a decision. He looked up a telephone number from the list at hand and dialed it.
When a very grumpy old man answered the phone the senior watch officer spoke.
“Comrade Chairman, our Hanoi Station reports that the city is under attack.”
Yuri Andropov was clearly annoyed at being awakened in the early morning.
“The Americans are bombing again? You called me at this time in the morning to report that?”
“No, Comrade Chairman, it’s not the Americans. The station chief reports that the city is being hit with light beams fitting the description of those used on Nigeria.”
Fuck your mother, thought Andropov. The sun had not risen yet over Moscow and this was clearly going to be a very long day.
On the ground Major Benson and his group of Ranger had surrounded one of the objectives, known in history as the Hanoi Hilton. He then spoke to the fire support officer on the Eagle.
“Eagle, this is Ranger Six, commence fire mission.”
“Aye-aye, sir.”
In sudden flashes of light the guard towers were vaporized.
Major Benson now gave the order.
“Forward!”
In accordance to the plan the Rangers jumped over the fence surrounding the camp and began the process of systematically exterminating the guards and other state personnel present. There were to be no survivors.
When the Rangers were finished with the grim task the prisoners were released from their cages and led to the center on the compound.
Major Benson was supervising this part of the operation from the center of the camp when a ghost of a very badly beaten man stumbled up to him and spoke.
“Who are who?”
Benson recognized the man immediately. He flipped open the visor on his helmet, and responded.
“Major Nathan Benson of the Ranger Company aboard starship Eagle, we’re from Alpha Centauri, sir.”
The man responded.
“Lieutenant Commander John S. McCain, Junior, United States Navy.”
Major Benson saluted Commander McCain and replied.
“Commander McCain, it is an honor to meet you , sir!”
The second squad cleared a landing zone outside the gate of the camp. Here another lander with medical personnel aboard landed to take on the rescued prisoners. From here they would be flown to Ton Son Nhat airport outside of Saigon. Here, another officer from the Eagle was waiting for the rescue landers with some buses and every American military ambulance that was available.
Aboard the Eagle with the mission on the ground completed Mission Commander Boatman gave the order to return the ship to the watch position over the United States.
As the Sun rose over Moscow the Soviet Politburo opened a very early meeting.
General Secretary Brezhnev asked the first question of KGB Chairman Andropov.
“Comrade Chairman, what is the status of Hanoi?”
Andropov looked at his notes and replied.
“Our men on the ground in Hanoi have not been able to go beyond the city limits, but as far as they could see the state apparatus in Vietnam has been effectively destroyed.”
“There’s no Communist State in Vietnam?”
“Correct, as far as they can see, Comrade Secretary.”
Brezhnev then turned to the Defense Minister and asked a question.
“Marshal Grechko, what is the status of our weapon to be used against the Star People?”
“Comrade Secretary, although the weapon is still in the design stage but the components we expect to use are being brought to the Baikonur Cosmodrome for assembly. The current plan is to use the service module of a Soyuz spacecraft to carry the thermonuclear device to the target by remote control. All work on the device is proceeding as quickly as possible.”
“Very good,” said Brezhnev, “but we need to do this quickly.”
Brezhnev then turned to the Foreign Minister, Andrei Gromeko.
“Comrade Minister, we need to speak forcefully in condemnation of the actions of the Star People. We should also put forth a resolution in the U.N. General Assembly that the Star People and their ship be brought under U.N. control.”
“Yes, Comrade Secretary.” Gromeko replied.
The Agriculture Minister spoke up.
“What good will that do, Comrade Secretary?”
Gromeko answered the question.
“As with all resolutions in that body it establishes a psychological position that we can exploit later on.”
The Agriculture Minister could only nod in agreement.
As the line of sunrise continued westwards across the planet newspaper editorial writers virtually leaped into action. Most of them in line with ideological biases wrote to condemn the actions of the Uptimers in Vietnam. This included the editors of the New York Times.
As the writers and editors were working at full speed to ready the later editions of the paper for publication a book reviewer spoke to his editor.
“How can real progress be made when those who do it are murdered from orbit with impunity?”
“I have no idea, Fred.” The Junior Editor replied. “Did you finish your assignment?”
“Yes,” said Fred, “I really wish you hadn’t given it to me to review.”
Fred dropped the review copy of The Concept of Government on the desk.
“Why?”
Fred replied.
“It’s total Fascist trash, and it’s murder pornography as well!”
“Murder pornography?” Siad the Junior Editor.
“Yes,” Fred replied, “the author, whoever it is, wants to exterminate all progressives, without exception.”
The Junior Editor had another question.
“Did they explain why it’s being printed in an anonymous and abridged edition?”
Yes,” said Fred, “according to the forward--written by that brat Boatman--the person equivalent to the author is living on this timeline and he believes that the progressives will murder him if the name is revealed. Can you believe that bullshit?’
“No--Did he say why it was abridged?”
“He says that it would give information to the Progressive Movement that will allow it to avoid errors and make it more difficult to bring down. He also calls all progressives ‘a pack of predatory animals and vermin fit for extermination.’”
The Junior Editor’s eyes widened.
“Well we can’t let that trash go unanswered.” He said.
Monday, September 08, 2014
Step Back, part 9
In a walnut paneled boardroom on the penthouse level of a palatial hotel off of Central Park in New York a meeting was being held. The white haired man at the head of the table spoke to the obviously subordinate middle aged man at the far end.
“So Mr. Black, what happened in Minneapolis?”
“Sir, the two local police officers had intercepted the subject before our people could obtain him.”
“And how was it that our people in Minneapolis could not obtain the subject in accordance to the plan?”
“Sir, his trip to the White Castle in North East Minneapolis was completely unexpected. It was assumed by our people that he would take his lunch beak at an...um...better restaurant.”
The man at the head of the table stared at Black for five seconds before responding.
“Of course,” he said, “and where is the subject now?”
Black looked at his notes before answering.
“He was taken back to their base in Nevada, we believe he is still there.”
“And how are preparations for another attempt to obtain the subject at another location?”
“Sir, as far as we know his schedule has been cancelled until further notice.”
The man at the head of the table paused again before responding.
“This is unacceptable.” He said.
All Mr. Black could do was nod in agreement.
Above the Earth the starship Eagle had dropped to a slightly closer orbit to Earth. The result was that it would slowly creep forward in position with respect to the Earth’s surface. Earlier in the week it allowed the ship to fire on targets in Nigeria. Now it was time to operate in Indochina.
On the way up to the command deck Evelyn Boatman had chatted with Robert Heinlein.
“So you are recovering from that gunshot?” Said Heinlein.
“Only so, sir.” Boatman replied. “On the ground I would still be stuck in a wheelchair. Alice believes that I would heal faster in free fall or under spin on board the Eagle.”
“I’m sorry,” said Heinlein, “Alice?”
“The ship’s surgeon, sir. I adopted her two incarnations ago.”
“Oh...”
Once everyone was strapped in on the command deck the order was given to proceed.
The secondary mission was to bombard targets on the ground in Indochina. This included trucks, bridges, and other logistical facilities on the Ho Chi Mihn Trail in Laos and Cambodia, as well as tanks, artillery pieces, barracks, warehousers, aircraft and their bases, and anti-aircraft missile sites in North Vietnam proper. And finally the port and railroad facilities at Haipong and Hanoi. As there was an unlimited supply of coherent light available for the operation there was no effort made to distinguish decoys from real objects on the ground.
The primary mission was to rescue prisoners of war being held in North Vietnam. For this mission four of the five Ranger platoons of the reinforced company embanked on the Eagle would be dropped on the POW camps. Once the areas were secured larger landers would be brought in to evacuate the inmates.
The initial laser strikes would be on fighter bases and SAM sites followed by supporting strikes at the POW camps.
On the command deck one of the fire control techs spoke up.
“Sir, we have an American aircraft in the zone, it appears to be a SR-71 recon bird, I’ve marked it as a don’t shoot.”
The Allied Command in Vietnam was warned that a major operation would be carried out tonight and that aircraft should stay out of Northern airspace.
“Well done,” said Commander Boatman, “you may proceed.”
The American Blackbird reconnaissance aircraft was approaching Hanoi when the operation began. Suddenly the night sky was lit up by the laser strikes. Each laser beam appearing like a razor straight bolt of lightening that suddenly appeared and vanished.
“Holy shit!” Said the pilot. “Are you seeing this?”
The Navigator/Recon Systems officer in the back seat looked out the port side window.
“Wow.” He replied.
“I’m aborting the mission.”
“Roger that.”
In the skies over North Vietnam the four platoon landers approached their targets. Each lander was twice the size of a C-5A Galaxy tactical transport aircraft. For the night’s mission each Ranger platoon would be split into one or two squad groups. It was deemed essential that all prisoners be rescued on this night.
In the Uptimer view Communism was a predatory ideology. And when attacked the adherents of the doctrine were expected to respond as predatory animals under attack. They were expected to violently lash out at any target within their reach such as prisoners of war. This was pointed out as an objection when the original concept of attacking the Ho Chi Mihn Trail by laser fire was proposed.
Nathan Benson would lead the Rangers from the front on this drop. In his original incarnation he served as a Ranger officer and ultimately retired as a Colonel. When the mission to explore the Solar System after the passage of a neutron star was initially proposed he would volunteer to be incarnated and lead the reinforced Ranger company with the rank of Major on the mission.
To any civilian observer the second incarnation of Nathan Benson looked like an 18 year old boy straight out of high school. This led to no end of confusion on the part of the groundhogs living at the present time.
The navy chief acting as jumpmaster spoke up on the command channel.
“We are approaching jump zone Alpha. Alpha Group stand up!”
Two squads of the first platoon and part of the command group, a total of 30 Rangers, stood up. As each fully suited Ranger had a mass of about a ton each the movement could be felt by everyone aboard the lander.
“Hook up!”
Each of the Rangers hooked up the static lines, which would open their main parachutes after they jumped out.
“Thirty seconds to drop!”
Ahead of the Rangers two hatches opened. The internal hatch which sealed the pressurized compartment from the outside and the rear ramp of the lander.
The jumpmaster now performed the countdown to the drop.
“...three, two, one, jump!”
Major Benson was the first to step into the night sky over Hanoi.
“So Mr. Black, what happened in Minneapolis?”
“Sir, the two local police officers had intercepted the subject before our people could obtain him.”
“And how was it that our people in Minneapolis could not obtain the subject in accordance to the plan?”
“Sir, his trip to the White Castle in North East Minneapolis was completely unexpected. It was assumed by our people that he would take his lunch beak at an...um...better restaurant.”
The man at the head of the table stared at Black for five seconds before responding.
“Of course,” he said, “and where is the subject now?”
Black looked at his notes before answering.
“He was taken back to their base in Nevada, we believe he is still there.”
“And how are preparations for another attempt to obtain the subject at another location?”
“Sir, as far as we know his schedule has been cancelled until further notice.”
The man at the head of the table paused again before responding.
“This is unacceptable.” He said.
All Mr. Black could do was nod in agreement.
Above the Earth the starship Eagle had dropped to a slightly closer orbit to Earth. The result was that it would slowly creep forward in position with respect to the Earth’s surface. Earlier in the week it allowed the ship to fire on targets in Nigeria. Now it was time to operate in Indochina.
On the way up to the command deck Evelyn Boatman had chatted with Robert Heinlein.
“So you are recovering from that gunshot?” Said Heinlein.
“Only so, sir.” Boatman replied. “On the ground I would still be stuck in a wheelchair. Alice believes that I would heal faster in free fall or under spin on board the Eagle.”
“I’m sorry,” said Heinlein, “Alice?”
“The ship’s surgeon, sir. I adopted her two incarnations ago.”
“Oh...”
Once everyone was strapped in on the command deck the order was given to proceed.
The secondary mission was to bombard targets on the ground in Indochina. This included trucks, bridges, and other logistical facilities on the Ho Chi Mihn Trail in Laos and Cambodia, as well as tanks, artillery pieces, barracks, warehousers, aircraft and their bases, and anti-aircraft missile sites in North Vietnam proper. And finally the port and railroad facilities at Haipong and Hanoi. As there was an unlimited supply of coherent light available for the operation there was no effort made to distinguish decoys from real objects on the ground.
The primary mission was to rescue prisoners of war being held in North Vietnam. For this mission four of the five Ranger platoons of the reinforced company embanked on the Eagle would be dropped on the POW camps. Once the areas were secured larger landers would be brought in to evacuate the inmates.
The initial laser strikes would be on fighter bases and SAM sites followed by supporting strikes at the POW camps.
On the command deck one of the fire control techs spoke up.
“Sir, we have an American aircraft in the zone, it appears to be a SR-71 recon bird, I’ve marked it as a don’t shoot.”
The Allied Command in Vietnam was warned that a major operation would be carried out tonight and that aircraft should stay out of Northern airspace.
“Well done,” said Commander Boatman, “you may proceed.”
The American Blackbird reconnaissance aircraft was approaching Hanoi when the operation began. Suddenly the night sky was lit up by the laser strikes. Each laser beam appearing like a razor straight bolt of lightening that suddenly appeared and vanished.
“Holy shit!” Said the pilot. “Are you seeing this?”
The Navigator/Recon Systems officer in the back seat looked out the port side window.
“Wow.” He replied.
“I’m aborting the mission.”
“Roger that.”
In the skies over North Vietnam the four platoon landers approached their targets. Each lander was twice the size of a C-5A Galaxy tactical transport aircraft. For the night’s mission each Ranger platoon would be split into one or two squad groups. It was deemed essential that all prisoners be rescued on this night.
In the Uptimer view Communism was a predatory ideology. And when attacked the adherents of the doctrine were expected to respond as predatory animals under attack. They were expected to violently lash out at any target within their reach such as prisoners of war. This was pointed out as an objection when the original concept of attacking the Ho Chi Mihn Trail by laser fire was proposed.
Nathan Benson would lead the Rangers from the front on this drop. In his original incarnation he served as a Ranger officer and ultimately retired as a Colonel. When the mission to explore the Solar System after the passage of a neutron star was initially proposed he would volunteer to be incarnated and lead the reinforced Ranger company with the rank of Major on the mission.
To any civilian observer the second incarnation of Nathan Benson looked like an 18 year old boy straight out of high school. This led to no end of confusion on the part of the groundhogs living at the present time.
The navy chief acting as jumpmaster spoke up on the command channel.
“We are approaching jump zone Alpha. Alpha Group stand up!”
Two squads of the first platoon and part of the command group, a total of 30 Rangers, stood up. As each fully suited Ranger had a mass of about a ton each the movement could be felt by everyone aboard the lander.
“Hook up!”
Each of the Rangers hooked up the static lines, which would open their main parachutes after they jumped out.
“Thirty seconds to drop!”
Ahead of the Rangers two hatches opened. The internal hatch which sealed the pressurized compartment from the outside and the rear ramp of the lander.
The jumpmaster now performed the countdown to the drop.
“...three, two, one, jump!”
Major Benson was the first to step into the night sky over Hanoi.
Saturday, May 04, 2013
Anniversary
Today is the anniversary of what is commonly called The Kent State Massacre. Or the day a mob of nihilist punks came into contact with reality.
Here's a number of things I've said on the subject of peace activism:
If there is one thing I have certainly noticed, it is that pacifists in general have no objection to enjoying the benefits of civilization but are unwilling to take the measures necessary to defend it from foreign and domestic barbarians. Such as the National Socialists, the Soviet Socialists, and the home grown socialists of the Democratic Party. Contrary to their general delusion of virtue, pacifists are in effect, moral and political parasites upon civilized society.
Peace in the real world is simply the absence of those -- such as the socialists -- who seek to deprive you, I, and our fellow citizens of our own Life, Liberty, and Property. Real peace can only be achieved by the physical isolation or outright elimination of those who seek to subjugate, plunder and murder us. This can only be done through the use of physical force. In short, true peace can only be achieved only through the possession of superior firepower and the moral will to use it.
The narcissistic trash that makes up the membership of the so-called peace movement simply do not care whether you and your children live, or die, or suffer under the yoke of an unwashed barbarian. They plaster their cars with bumper sticker, carry signs, bang on drums, throw Frisbees, and perform other useless rituals so that they can feel good about themselves and show the world how morally superior they are. Never mind that they openly deny the fundamental fact which is the foundation of all valid moral law, that Human Life -- life as a rational being in control of one's own life -- is the standard of all moral values, and that those who would damage or destroy Human Life must be removed from human society and if necessary be destroyed. The adherents of pacifism have so inverted their own mental processes that they look upon the perpetrators of mass slavery and mass murder as good and those who take up arms to defend the society of consent as the most depraved evil.
Now there are some folks, who regard themselves as morally superior beings, who question why the other bastard has to die. The answer of course is that the other bastard is attempting to impose his will, or the will of his leader, upon you by force. It is the act of coercion by force that makes what General Patton called the other bastard an enemy. Peace is simply the absence of enemies. But there are some folks, who pretend to be morally superior beings, who would have us believe that "peace" could be achieved by submission to the will of the other bastard. In reality this is not peace, it is slavery. There are some well meaning people, some of whom that I respect, who believe that there are times that one cannot have both peace and freedom at the same time. I have to disagree. Liberty is simply the condition of existence in which the person is free to live his own life in accordance with his own rational judgment. This does of course require the absence of some other bastard who is attempting to impose his will upon the person by force. In practical terms real peace and real freedom are inseparable. I will go further is saying that to a civilized person, peace, freedom, and security, are simply three words that can be used to describe the identical condition, the absence of another bastard imposing his will upon the civilized person. Contrary to what those who describe themselves as peace activists would have us believe, and as General Patton has ably demonstrated, the path to real peace invariably takes us over the real dead bodies of those other bastards who insist on violently imposing their will upon us. Unfortunately this process is by no means a safe one. Let us take this day to remember those who died on the path to real peace.
A rational study of the real world would show that a real state of Peace is effectively indistinguishable from a state of Liberty and a state of Security. Peace, Liberty, and Security are simply three words that a rational person uses to describe the same condition, the rightful ability to live one's own life without coercive interference by others. A rational study of actual history would show that the state of peace for the citizens of a free nation is the result of the violent elimination of the would be conquerors and their pet quislings. If we rationally examine those who constitute the membership of the so-called Peace Movement we find that virtually every one of them is an open advocate of the coercive subjugation of the productive members of the Human Race. The occasional exception being a self-blinded fool who isn't paying attention to what they're ideologically in bed with. In short, a "peace activist" and the "peace movement" are in fact enemies of Peace.
Peace is only an affirmative value to those who live in the condition of liberty, that is being rightfully in charge of one's self and able to set the goals for one's own life. Peace cannot be a value to the subjects of a totalitarian socialist state. To the victim of such a state -- the ordinary worker who is bullied by a commissar, the inmate of a slave labor camp, or the occupant of a darkened cell awaiting murder at the hands of the local chekists -- war, either an internal uprising against the socialist masters, or an invasion by an army of liberation, is in fact the positive value.
I stand by what I said.
What are your questions on this block of instruction?
Here's a number of things I've said on the subject of peace activism:
If there is one thing I have certainly noticed, it is that pacifists in general have no objection to enjoying the benefits of civilization but are unwilling to take the measures necessary to defend it from foreign and domestic barbarians. Such as the National Socialists, the Soviet Socialists, and the home grown socialists of the Democratic Party. Contrary to their general delusion of virtue, pacifists are in effect, moral and political parasites upon civilized society.
Peace in the real world is simply the absence of those -- such as the socialists -- who seek to deprive you, I, and our fellow citizens of our own Life, Liberty, and Property. Real peace can only be achieved by the physical isolation or outright elimination of those who seek to subjugate, plunder and murder us. This can only be done through the use of physical force. In short, true peace can only be achieved only through the possession of superior firepower and the moral will to use it.
The narcissistic trash that makes up the membership of the so-called peace movement simply do not care whether you and your children live, or die, or suffer under the yoke of an unwashed barbarian. They plaster their cars with bumper sticker, carry signs, bang on drums, throw Frisbees, and perform other useless rituals so that they can feel good about themselves and show the world how morally superior they are. Never mind that they openly deny the fundamental fact which is the foundation of all valid moral law, that Human Life -- life as a rational being in control of one's own life -- is the standard of all moral values, and that those who would damage or destroy Human Life must be removed from human society and if necessary be destroyed. The adherents of pacifism have so inverted their own mental processes that they look upon the perpetrators of mass slavery and mass murder as good and those who take up arms to defend the society of consent as the most depraved evil.
Now there are some folks, who regard themselves as morally superior beings, who question why the other bastard has to die. The answer of course is that the other bastard is attempting to impose his will, or the will of his leader, upon you by force. It is the act of coercion by force that makes what General Patton called the other bastard an enemy. Peace is simply the absence of enemies. But there are some folks, who pretend to be morally superior beings, who would have us believe that "peace" could be achieved by submission to the will of the other bastard. In reality this is not peace, it is slavery. There are some well meaning people, some of whom that I respect, who believe that there are times that one cannot have both peace and freedom at the same time. I have to disagree. Liberty is simply the condition of existence in which the person is free to live his own life in accordance with his own rational judgment. This does of course require the absence of some other bastard who is attempting to impose his will upon the person by force. In practical terms real peace and real freedom are inseparable. I will go further is saying that to a civilized person, peace, freedom, and security, are simply three words that can be used to describe the identical condition, the absence of another bastard imposing his will upon the civilized person. Contrary to what those who describe themselves as peace activists would have us believe, and as General Patton has ably demonstrated, the path to real peace invariably takes us over the real dead bodies of those other bastards who insist on violently imposing their will upon us. Unfortunately this process is by no means a safe one. Let us take this day to remember those who died on the path to real peace.
A rational study of the real world would show that a real state of Peace is effectively indistinguishable from a state of Liberty and a state of Security. Peace, Liberty, and Security are simply three words that a rational person uses to describe the same condition, the rightful ability to live one's own life without coercive interference by others. A rational study of actual history would show that the state of peace for the citizens of a free nation is the result of the violent elimination of the would be conquerors and their pet quislings. If we rationally examine those who constitute the membership of the so-called Peace Movement we find that virtually every one of them is an open advocate of the coercive subjugation of the productive members of the Human Race. The occasional exception being a self-blinded fool who isn't paying attention to what they're ideologically in bed with. In short, a "peace activist" and the "peace movement" are in fact enemies of Peace.
Peace is only an affirmative value to those who live in the condition of liberty, that is being rightfully in charge of one's self and able to set the goals for one's own life. Peace cannot be a value to the subjects of a totalitarian socialist state. To the victim of such a state -- the ordinary worker who is bullied by a commissar, the inmate of a slave labor camp, or the occupant of a darkened cell awaiting murder at the hands of the local chekists -- war, either an internal uprising against the socialist masters, or an invasion by an army of liberation, is in fact the positive value.
I stand by what I said.
What are your questions on this block of instruction?
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