

Fahrenheit Postdate 2025

A Nightmare Quartet Of The Future Of Europe

Book One:

The Fiendish Machine

by J.E.F. Rose

Text copyright © 2017 J.E.F. Rose

All Rights Reserved

April 2017 - Version 1.0

Digital book produced by Christopher Freyer

Dedicated to Major Law

A good Son

A good Husband

A good Father

A good Grandfather

A good Mustang Marine

A good Patriot

A good Christian

A good American

And the incarnation of the West and why it is the Best

# 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 as he gestured to his dog.

"Peter! What the hell do you have?" the forge smith shouted.

The grizzled farmer gestured to his huge pig. "The enemy killed my sheep dog so I trained this here pig! Just like in that there movie! Pigs are smart! And their tusks can kill! And he can sniff down any pig hater just like a dog!"

"Fine! Lead the way!" the forge smith laughed.

"Hell that there pig will probably hunt down more Mos than any of our dogs!" Farmer Peter chimed in. The huge pig with its tiny tusks and beady eyes grunted.

"Hey! Enterprise! Initiative! And thinking outside of the box! Isn't that right Dada! That is how we will win WW III!" the forge smith's son shouted.

".....The Republicans? Fuck them! They were so corrupt they did not care about dangerous ideas! But we did! It is dangerous ideas which inspire revolutions and overthrow tyrants! If the Libertarians had ever reached the ordinary people with their shocking American creed we would have been finished! And our dream, my dream, to reinvent America would have been stopped! Fortunately our media lap dogs blocked all such ideas from being disbursed and Kibbe was labeled a deplorable! A racist! A bigot! A fascist! A Nazi! An xenophobe! A Homophobe! An Islamophobe! An advocate for the White Male Patriarchy! Therefore a rapist! And a Russian spy! Amazon digitally burned his e-books and we burned his paper books! Our social justice warriors pillaged him and threatened his life! He was symbolically hanged in effigy! His readers went very, very, quiet, in fear of their lives! We shot him after Big Sis won the 2016 election! Another Seth Rich murder! What was good enough for the bastard who hacked the Podesta e-mails for Assange was good enough for Matt Kibbe!

We had to commit White Genocide! Christian Genocide! We had to destroy the indigenous White population! Too believing in the Constitution! Too devoted to the antiquated concept of genuine elections! Too unwilling to obey the Elite! Too disillusioned by the shaming by the Elite of Hollywood or the brainwashing by the Elite of the Universities or the intimidation by the Elite of the upper class social justice warriors or the scolding by the Elite of Big Media or the bullying of the Elite of Washington DC! Too disillusioned by our divide and conquer identity politics and name calling and reputation smearing and muck racking! Too disillusioned by the betrayal spawn from cultural enrichment turning into cultural annihilation and ethnic diversity turning into an ethnic invasion! Too jaded by our over used scare words like 'racist' or 'fascist'! Too turned off by our Ministry of Truth, which was to say our Ministry of Propaganda: the Legacy News Monopoly! Too circumnavigating around our strangleholds of the Establishment to find out the real news behind our manufactured news and the real truths behind our Big Lies! The internet and social media was still too porous despite Silicon Valley's news embargo! The new Thought Police were still struggling to shut down the last free market place: the market place of free ideas and pesky truths slithering around our censorship embargo!

Too rebellious of the collectivism of totalitarianism! Too unwilling to surrender their Bill of Rights or their legal rights! Too clinging to their obsolete Christian culture and ludicrous Western values and pathetic American identity! And too armed! And too willing to fight! We had to destroy them! The indigenous White Males who had become our enemies! Praying for White Male Genocide at Christmas time like that professor in 2016 was no longer good enough!"

"We social justice warriors plunged into our first political election by castrating White Males during the last gasp election of 2016 Sir! We verbally castrated every loathsome White Male!" the Lesbian Green said. Her grotesque he/she visage, green hair, and piercings barely seen through her cheap all weather gear. "And after the glorious victory of Big Sis our Lesbian Goddess we hunted down and castrated every White Trump voter we found! Or else shot them! Our riots filled the streets with the blood of your enemies! 'How do we want them? Dead! When? Now!' filled the TV cameras as CNN cheered on our rampages against your enemies Sir! We hunted down every suspected White Male and beat them up! Then we started to sterilize them! Forced sterilization! By mob castration! We fixed the Patriarchy! We fixed White Male Rape Culture! We castrated or mutilated or killed every White Male we found! Especially in the universities! We rendered them into genuine Betas! We helped do our bit to usher in the end of the White Race by castrating or killing every White Male!"

"Action was required! We were trying to save the planet! Dire action was required! Verbally castrating White Males was no longer good enough! Action was required! Including Jews and Gays! Especially Jews! The biggest suckers of all! So desperate to believe in the Progressive Cause they voted for Big Sis who campaigned on the platform of importing millions and millions and millions of Muslims from backward and violent Third World failed states who openly, pathologically hated Jews and Gays along with Christians and Infidels and Unbelievers and openly said in poll after poll they believed in killing them. And guess what happened? They killed them! ...."

"Hello! Hello! This is the Somerset Police Station of ...."

"They are coming! They are coming! I see the starving farmers trying to slither through the snow! I think they have butcher knifes! Pitch forks! I told you! I told you! I saw a train! A genuine train! Get your gun! Shoot them! Shot them! Shoot them!"

"Hello! Hello! God! God! Hello! Hello! This is the Somerset Police Station of ....."

They are breaking down the door! Shoot them! Shoot them! Shoot them!"

"God! The line has been cut!"

"Get you damn gun and shoot them! They are going to kill us all!..."

".....We had to import suckers too ignorant which we could manipulate! Then pit them against the indigenous suckers until they were displaced and replaced and erased! Then pit them against the Muslims we were importing by the millions and millions and millions! Create a total breakdown of law and order! Create a civil war! As the country went bankrupt! As every state went bankrupt! To justify imposing federal martial law! That was the only way to impose order and save the planet!

The only way to break the backbone of White America was by importing suckers from Third World failed states willing to sell their votes because that is what they grew up with! Corruption! Bribery and corruption! So they were indoctrinated with bribery and corruption and considered bribery and corruption to be the norm! Illegal migrants voting illegally! To sway the popular vote for us! The mother lode of voters, Blue California, automatically bestowed driving licenses on illegal migrants knowing the computer would also automatically bestow their enrollment on the election rolls! Everyone pretending there was a honor system when everyone knew illegals would vote! And vote for us! For cheap freebies! For cheap crumbs! Free health care at the local emergency room which the states had to pony up to pay for! Free education which states had to pony up to pay for! Free housing which the states had to pony up to pay for! Free infrastructure which the states had to pony up to pay for! Food stamps! Free crumbs off the Welfare Table of Big Government!

Keep dangling the promise of legal citizenship and keep exploiting them by keeping them illegal! Charge the crumbs on the government credit card! And keep playing on their desperation! Don't tell the indigenous population how many migrants were really pouring into the country until they were displaced and replaced! Don't tell the states how many millions were pouring into the country until they were overwhelmed! Don't tell anyone how much it was actually costing! Say the migrants were not costing the country anything! Compare it to the olden days when it was anything but the olden days! When the millions and millions and millions of poorly educated and mostly unskilled and desperately poor migrants were actually overwhelming the social safety net and draining the coffers and costing the country and each state millions! Billions!....."

The starving farmers burst through the door into the police station as the police 'revert' grabbed his gun and fired wildly. The bullet hit the ex-priest leading the charge. He toppled face first as the rest of the farmers rushed to overwhelm the armed policeman. Starving farmers fighting to get control of the gun as bullets ricocheted wildly off the ceiling. Other starving farmers used butcher knives to stab the other 'revert' as he desperately tried to scream into the telephone despite the line being dead. Then in the distance there was a most amazing sound! A bell was ringing from the burned out church! The dying 'reverts' shuddered at the horrible sound of the Christian church bell ringing despite the verboten against church bells. Then one starving farmer grabbed the gun and pointed it point black into the face of the police revert and pulled the trigger as other starving farmers plunged their knives into the other 'revert' as if butchering him limb by limb. All as a small boy held the dead priest in his small arms. The blood staining the dirty floor of the police station.

".....Millions in expenses of every type! Billions in expenses of every type! All for migrants! Legal and illegal! All for non citizens! Not citizens in need! For non citizens! The nation was hemorrhaging monies and bankrupting itself to provide for millions and millions and millions of migrants who were taking more out of the country than they were putting into it! Crucifying itself for outsiders! Neglecting its own citizenry and aging infrastructure and faltering schools and over burdened cities which were being strained and overwhelmed by millions and millions and millions of migrants the Feds forced them to take! The deluded public shamed into becoming 'sanctuary cities' to house and feed and clothe and protect millions and millions and millions of migrants! Legal and illegal! Who were displacing and replacing them! While bankrupting them!

Costing every state and the nation millions! Billions! Trillions! Despite previously charging two wars on the national credit card and then charging more national debt than the previous two centuries in only eight years courtesy of Obama! As well as spending trillions on my theory! And spending trillions on payments to the UN panel of climate change! Which meant the nation was bankrupting itself! Which meant the indigenous population was getting the shaft! They were expendable because there was not going to be a future! At least not for them and not for the nation which once used to be called the United States of America!

A modern nation can be an Advanced World super state with a small population or else a Third World failed state with an out of control population but not both! A modern nation can invest in the quality of its people or else in the quantity of its people but not both! A modern nation can educate and train a small working democratic citizenry called the Franchised Consumer Middle Class or else exploit a gigantic army of exploitable slave migrants but not both. A modern nation can have lavish benefits or else open borders but not both! A modern nation can have a living wage or open borders but not both! A modern nation can have socialism or open borders but not both! A nation can be a nation but not if it has open borders! And millions and millions and millions of migrants pouring into any nation can only destroy it! No nation can exist when its indigenous population is overwhelmed by millions and millions and millions of outsiders! No nation can survive if its culture and history and identity and religion and laws are overwhelmed by another culture and history and identity and religion and laws!

No nation can survive if a 5th column forms a colony inside of it! Colonizing instead of integrating! Conquering instead of assimilating! All while acting not only like a cancer but a parasite! Feeding off the nation! Draining it dry! And if one group feels compelled by public guilt or misplaced ideals to help another group at the cost of its own well being while voting for outsiders to represent them instead of voting for their own guardians to not only represent but also protect them when the other group is only loyal to its own and will only vote to promote its own and only conspires to advance its own into power then sooner or later the first group will not only be conquered! It will not even exist ..."

"Did we stop the 'reverts' from warning London?" the small boy asked as he held the body of the dead priest.

"I don't know...." one desperate farmer cried.

"If the 'revert' was still trying to scream into the telephone then I think we stopped them from warning London.....I hope!"

"They killed the poor old man!" the small boy cried.

"He died before hearing the church bell toll again! Hear it! God! It has been so long since a Christian church bell tolled!" The farmers listened to the strange harsh metallic sound wafting across the deep snows from the fire gutted church. They listened in awe and wept. "How did it come to this?"

".....Twenty-first Century migration was not Nineteenth Century migration! One was created to build a country! One was created to destroy a country! Out of control migration was destroying the country....while spreading highly contagious Third World diseases for which the indigenous had no herd immunity! While unraveling social cohesion and creating social breakdown! While creating alienation, suspicion, paranoia, and divide and conquer tribalism! While driving down wages! While destroying the middle class! Out of control migration was a Trojan Horse intended to breach the citadel and destroy the shieldwall of the Western Identity! To turn democratic consumer free market based North Western Advanced World states run by the people into autocratic collectivist post industrial Third World States run by the corporate Elite! Which can be very cost effective when you are the Elite and the nation then becomes your oyster to plunder at well! In short: the Kalergi Plan!

So causing national bankruptcy is not a negative when you are nullifying the expensive social contract! Voiding medicare and social security! Ultimately voiding every social safety net! Tearing up every IOU the government owed its lawful citizenry! Dismantling the laws! Tearing asunder the checks and balances! Disenfranchising the majority! Giving the powerful Elite free rein! So charge the temporary expenses of importing millions and millions and millions and millions and millions of Third World Failed State migrants on the national credit card! Millions in costs becoming billions in costs! 500 billion a year by 2016! Soon to be trillions — by printing funny money ----- at least until inflation destroyed the funny money ---- and the nation's solvency went belly up! Leaving its resources and vulnerable peoples to the mercy of the exploitation by the Elite!

The Elite invests in gold and global investments and corporate exploitation. The point was to wipe our the dying Middle Class which still actually expected to rule us! The Elite! At least every four years when a farce of an election was held! They had to be destroyed! The dying Middle Class! The dying Consumer Middle Class! Parasites killing the planet! And parasites defying us! Their masters! Refusing to acknowledge the reality that they were mere minions the way the millions of illegal Third World failed state Latino migrants were willing to be mere minions! Peons! As is right and proper! And Third World failed state Muslims were bred form birth to obey totalitarian war lords and dictators! Therefore us! Pretend to 'revert'. Rule. And the sheeple would obey — once we destroyed the rebellious dregs of the dying middle class and the fly over red rust state - rural state - wilderness state riffraff!

And no one knew about it! The fact we were importing millions and millions and millions while bankrupting the states and the nation! A Trojan 5th Column to displace and replace them! The governmental report was buried so no one knew about it! That the states and the nation were hemorrhaging monies as the millions and millions and millions of imported migrants dissolved social cohesion which was the glue which held the nation together! The Feds forcing states to take millions and millions and millions while preventing the states from deporting millions and millions and millions! The Blue State voters too brainwashed to understand! The Blue Elite too aware and entirely approving! The underpopulated Red State voters too aware but already too outnumbered!

2016 was the pivotal election which would make or break our plan to transform America into the ultimate Twentieth First Century Post Industrial Nation! A Blue nation of five Blue mega cities rich on apolitical global corporatism controlling imports and exports and global resources, Blue California mega agriculture corporations controlling the food supply, Blue Silicon Valley expertise running the Blue West Coast, and apolitical global High Finance running the Blue East Coast! All ruled by the UN Panel of Climate Change as part of the New World Order! And I would rule the UN Panel of Climate Change! Hell! Obama accidentally gave the game away with his premature UN speech about handing over national solvency but only the suspicious Red Libertarians heard it! The New World Order Koch Brothers had the sold out Republicans by their collective balls! The New World Order Soros had the sold out Democrats by their collective balls! So the deal was done! What else did we need? It was going to be a Blue Utopia!...."

Peter's pig drove out the last hiding 'revert'. Then the 'revert' was locked inside the old town churched turned into a mosque and now turned into a prison. "Right! Congrats Pete! Your pig was better than our dogs! Right! We need to secure the perimeters so no one can infiltrate us! Set up the ham radio! Turn on the illegal power generators. One to warm our headquarters and heat up some rations to get us through the freezing night. One to heat up the prison."

"Let them freeze! They ordered us to freeze" Peter growled as his huge pig grunted.

"We now have two generators. We can be gracious. At dawn we can think what to do with the cowards! Right now we have to ride out this night! Prepare for a possible counter attack! And pray for the chimes to toll at midnight!"

".....Our media lap dogs refused to tell the deluded as election day approached! While damming anyone who refused to bless open borders and a 550% increase of migration which no one knew was actually already running into the millions! Obama was already Merkel on steroids! And Big Sis Hillary was going to increase steroid immigration levels by 550%! We were flooding the country and no one knew about it! Much less the cost in expenses or the social cost because the explosive Prof. Putnam report exposing the real impact of immigration was buried! Billions in costs become trillions in costs! Because we concealed the fact the out of control importation of Third World migrants was costing the nation! And was destroying the nation! Intentionally!

It guaranteed we stayed the party in power forever! Not even the failed 2016 Red State Rust Belt Revolt could defeat our stranglehold on power! Courtesy of millions and millions and millions and millions and millions of legal and illegal migrants! We deliberately opened the borders to millions and millions and millions and millions and millions of migrants who did not give a fuck how we planned to pay for it all or if it would bankrupt the nation! The illegal Latino migrants were kept desperately poor by our perpetual moving of the end posts of legalization while we exploited them shamelessly! So they could not, dare not, rebel! The green card migrants thought they were living high on the hog ---- except they were getting half wages and were kept dangling on greed card status so they could be exploited too! If they rebelled they were shipped home! The brainwashed Millennials were so indoctrinated by Cultural Marxists they were willing to slash their own throats! The aging Baby Boomers were just hoping to die before the bills came due and the nation imploded! And the Muslim gimmegrants never gave a damn if the Dar ul Harb Abode of War nation was destroyed!

And when the glue of social cohesion disintegrated and the indigenous middle class with all of their old memories of what America used to be like died in the chaos and anarchy our policies procreated while the social safety net collapsed we just declared martial law! The damn fools! All of them! We manipulated them all! And we are still in power! Courtesy of Big Sis! Hillary Clinton the living ghost on life support! From sleeping twelve to fourteen hours a day to sleeping in a coma 24/7! I don't know why we even keep her corpse alive! She is a digital Big Brother except she is Big Sis! And 2025 is 1984!"

"'Democracy, freedom, and rule of law, for us these words have absolutely no value any longer!'" The Green parroted. Brainwashed from Kindergarten by Cultural Marxists to hate everything America used to represent. Brainwashed from Kindergarten by Cultural Marxists to hate everything the West used to represent. Brainwashed from Kindergarten by Cultural Marxists to hate free market place capitalism and democracy and genuine non identity victim politics meritocracy. Brainwashed from Kindergarten by Cultural Marxists to hate her own genetics as a White American of European genetic stock. Brainwashed from Kindergarten by Cultural Marxists to love collectivism, socialism, communism predicated on the total destruction of individuality, liberty, and Libertarian freedom wedded to self responsibility. Brainwashed from Kindergarten by Cultural Marxists to only see victims or else enemies. Brainwashed from Kindergarten by Cultural Marxists to hate herself.

A freak created by Cultural Marxists to hate Western identity, Western tradition, Western religion, Western culture, Western laws, the Western Humanities, Western achievements, the Western nuclear family, the Western past, and even the hope for the survival of the West into the future. A freak who longed for the day the West and everything it represented and achieved would be dead and buried. A freak created by Cultural Marxists to hate normality be it biology or morality or conventionality or civilization. A Frankenstein Monster who destroyed her Cultural Marxist teachers and then her Cultural Marxist university and then her Cultural Marxist Blue State and then her Cultural Marxist nation. A abnormality unable to comprehend normality who now lived for the day she could save the planet by exterminating the existential threat facing it: Humanity itself.

"Hell! They had to be defeated!" the bitter, aging man snarled. "White males!" the bitter man snarled, unable to comprehend the irony of what he was saying. "Indigenous rust belt blue collar white males! Or else rural white males! Red State white males! Fly over state white males! Disenfranchised in all but name white males! Expendable white males! Obsolete while males! Troublesome white males with guns and long memories of the founding of the nation and the ideals of a dying America when it used to be democratic and prosperous and free! Contrary and rebellious white males who were too individualistic and libertarian who would never submit to the bridle of socialism or communism or collectivism or totalitarianism! God!

Why the hell did the founding fathers invent the Electoral College? It was designed to force us to endure nonentities in rust belts and fly over states no one in their right minds would ever want to visit every four years! Little states inhabited by little people! Pretending to press the flesh with such nonentities! No one who lives outside of the Washington Beltway or else New York or LA or San Francisco or Houston is of any consequence whatsoever! Not even nigger Chicago! Florida for resorts for the rich of New York. Otherwise forget it! Redundant! You can control people in cities! You can't control people in the countryside! Especially people with guns! No wonder we pushed gun control and the disarming of the citizenry!...."

"We will burn the police station to conceal the evidence!" the starving farmers said as the disenfranchised English farmers laid the corpse of the dead priest on a vandalized grave in the violated church yard. "Has everyone dug up their illegal guns?"

"Yes! Yes!"

"I only have an old shot gun!"

"I only have a cross bow!"

"I have a sling shot but it does not work for some reason! But I have a pitch fork!"

"I only have a butcher knife!"

"I only have a sling which can hurl bullets like Shepard David!"

"As long as we can kill the enemies who betrayed us and our country that will be enough! Tonight we are taking back our country!"

".....It had to be done! It was morally imperative! The Death of Old White America! The Death of Old White Europe! White genocide! Western Cultural genocide! The genocide of locality! The genocide of nations! The genocide of democracy and meritocracy! The genocide of obsolete people and their obsolete ideals! It had to be done! The end justified the means no matter how ruthless! It was the only way to save the planet! To save the future! The future is the World! The future is the Global World! Not some decaying old rust belt or rural backwater! It had to be done!

The human footnotes left behind in the march toward the glorious global new world order had to be tossed in the trash can of history! It had to be done in order to advance the benevolent global rule by the elite progressive New World Order! Ruling by autocracy! The new aristocracy! The aristocracy of higher education! The new aristocracy of Silicon! The new aristocracy of global finance and global corporatism wedded to the new environmental movement! Purged of grimy industry and dirty agriculture and befouling mining and the mucky muck of resource gathering and processing! Arriving in sterile containers and plastic wrap! Powered by solar panels and wind turbines! Everything sterile and stainless steel and plastic and brightly lit and glassy! Towering! Urban! Glistening! Shimmering! Electric! With Nature kept pristine through quarantines! Only to be visited to be worshiped!

The new government! The government by Elitist bureaucracy! Global bureaucracy! Commanding heights regulatory micro managing bureaucracy! The UN Panel on Climate Change has become the global world government! It had to happen! It was the only way to bring order to the chaos of individuality and citizenry running amok! They were killing the planet! Industrialization was killing the planet! The middle class was killing the planet! Consumerism was killing the planet! The North Western Advanced World nations were killing the planet! I had to crush all conservative dissent once and for all! They were enemies of the planet! They were allies to my enemies the heretics! They voted against me! They crushed my dreams to save the planet! I had to crush their small world view! I had to crush their small minds only able to imagine small dreams and petty schemes how to pay the next month's rent of some dirty rental apartment once and for all!

Pathetic little people whose biggest dream is to take some pathetic holiday every five years to Disneyland! Whose greatest nightmare was trying to pay huge energy bills in the middle of winter! No comprehension of the state of the planet at all! Only focused on paying huge energy bills in the middle of winter! No one was going to freeze to death! The idiots! The polar ice caps were melting! There was no longer going to be any snow or ice! Morons! Snowmen were going to be figments of the past soon! Hockey on genuine ice was about to vanish forever! Like skiing! I had to do what I had to do! To save the planet from them! Them! Those pathetic little people in their pathetic little post industrial towns and their pathetic little fly over red states! So the forces who defeated me would never defeat me ever again! I had to stop them from blighting the planet with their old fashioned, antiquated, culturally obsolete, technologically dead end, narrow minded, reactionary, capitalistic, industrial begrimed, pig brains forever! Losers! Morlocks the lot of them!...."

The starving farmers stared at the expensive power generator. "I know how to turn that into a bomb to blow up the bastard of a migrant profiteer!" one farmer said.

"What if he uses his cell phone?"

"What cell phone works now?"

"That nutter in Istanbul started shooting all of the satellites when he could not entirely shut down the internet to keep his people from knowing the truth of the World Jihad. That and memes about him fucking a goat. What satellites still work? I know for a fact this bastard has been using the police telephone. We have to cut the wires. Then we can blow him up!"

"What about his three wives and twelve children?"

"Did any of them care about the rapine and murder of our wives and children?"

"No!"

"Did any of them care that we were starving? Freezing?"

"No!"

"So they are just as guilty! They showed us no mercy! Now we will show them no mercy!"

"I think we should take the power generator and the black market petrol for ourselves and just bludgeon them to death!"

"So let's vote! How many for blowing up the swine and how many for bludgeoning?"

".....Or else my enemies pointed out that the UN panel on climate change was stocked by undergraduate students who have not graduated yet with any degree other than sycophantic arse kissing! Everyone of whom adored me as if their prophet! Quite rightly! At least someone realized who I was! Not a defeated failure! A prophet! A prophet! And how proudly my enemies boasted how they refused to toady or arse kiss even if it cost them rich grants or big buck stipends or deluxe university offices with corner windows or lavish international conventions in luxury hotels or prestigious awards by the UN or big parties hosted by Hollywood movie stars! Not one loser invited to fly on DiCaprio's luxury private jet! Or my even larger luxury private jet! Living in humdrum hovels compared to my sea front condo or gigantic mansion which used as much energy as one of their entire rural dead end towns! Ha! Boasting of their 'persecution' by the elite who was kowtowing to me! Awed by my theory! Unlike them! They who were anything but awed by my theory!

They dared and double dared me as if implying I was afraid of debating them! They boasted of their contrariness which they claimed was the scientific method! Like that Freeman Dyson bastard! The US equivalent to Europe's Einstein! In his 90s and a genius! And willfully, proudly 'contrarian'! And throwing all of his prestige of a lifetime against me! To dispute! To question! To doubt! To defy! Demanding the right to verify the raw data! Demanding the right to cross examine me! Demanding the right to challenge my theory! Demanding the scientific right to defy the truth! My truth! Until they tore me to shreds even as I was forced to tear them to shreds! ...."

The small family stood by the snowy crossroads as they stared up at the scaffold half way buried in snow. They wept. "If only! If only! If only our beloved grandfather had been able to hold on until tonight!" young kids wept softly.

"He was too contrary to submit! Like his grandfather! A soldier in WW II! He felt compelled to do his bit in this war! WW III!" a thin Millennial said softly as he held his battered old shot gun to his starved chest. "To think during Brexit I scorned him for being a damn old fool for voting Out! If only Brexit had won! We deluded cocksure young Millennials voted In and In won! We almost deserved what happened next! I am going to kill the bastards who hung that old man!" the now prematurely middle aged man said. "I am going to kill them all!"

"His only crime was daring to read the Bible in public!" one kid wept as the now prematurely aged Millennial hugged his daughter helplessly. "Daring to read the Bible as over a thousand migrants tore our little village to pieces!" she wept. "Dhimmi Dave ordered us to house and feed and clothe and maintain over one thousand 'child' migrants when we were only three hundred! And our village was not rich! How the hell could we be expected to handle them! All of them! Only one village part time policeman! And those 'child' migrants were all brutal teenagers! Some in their twenties! Even thirties! More than thirty! Adults! Violent adults! They weren't remotely 'children'! Everyone of those ..... perverts ...... shoving themselves into the village school! But not to learn! To fondle the ..... meat!" she screamed. Weeping. Tears coursing down her starved face. "They overwhelmed and bankrupted the village! As they tore the village to pieces! Assaulting us! Terrorizing us! Raping us!" the fourteen year old girl screamed as if suffering from a PTSD flashback.

"Hush! Hush!" the grandmother whispered fearfully as the prematurely aged and half starved Millennial wept bitterly.

"Burning down our little village church!" the fourteen year old girl shouted. "Demanding money! Demanding liquor and drugs and free whores while demanding our automobiles and homes and everything we possessed because the old WW II base was not good enough! While complaining why they were stuck in the rural hinterland while trashing everything our ancestors ever toiled to achieve! Expecting rich city townhouses and luxuries we never ever had and free cell phones and free wifi and free video games we never had and even free blond girl friends! Free whores to service them! While shooting our pigs and dogs! While looting our farm animals! While trashing our fields! While burning down anything and everything for the lark of it! So grossly self entitled! As if demigods despite being illiterates not working a day in their lives! Devoid of gratitude! Utterly contemptuous of us! Nothing was ever good enough for them!" she screamed.

"Hush! Hush! Child!" the grandmother said fearfully.

"Those bastards with their greedy, roving hands from every dirt poor shit state in the shitty Third World expected every luxury as if the new lords lording over us!" the fourteen year old cried as her twelve year old brother tried to comfort her. "Who the hell did they think they were?"she screamed. "As they pawed us with their dirty hands? As they shoved their dirty fingers up our genitalia? And who the hell told them they could take it all! Everything we had! Including me!" she screamed as the grandmother hastily looked around in panic for fear of the enemy hearing them. "They took everything we had! While brutalizing us! Brutalizing ....... molesting.....!" the fourteen year old girl screamed as the frantic grandmother tried to muffle her screams. "The old man held up his Bible to stop them from tearing our village to pieces while raping us! Molesting us! And they lynched him!"

"We all are going to kill the bastards my poor darling girl! Every last one of them!" the bitter Millennial said grimly to his abused daughter while the grandmother flinched. "The Luvvies and Quislings who abandoned us after letting those damn Third World Calais 'Jungle' migrants, not even refugees, sure as hell not 'children', damn gimmegrants the lot of them, free rein to destroy our village! And us! While not placing a single damn gimmegrant in their own lily white upper class districts or rich homes! Forcing us working class blokes to pay for their elitist do-goody self indulgence!" The children, only twelve and fourteen, also picked up their guns. Battered old shotguns. "We are going to kill them all!" the shamed father told them as he gestured for the Grandmother to pick up her gun. He held his old gun to his starving chest. "I am going to make them pay for what they did to you! To your mother! To Grandfather! To me! To us! To everyone! Every Mo and every Judas and every Loki Insider Traitor!"

"We are going to kill them all sweetheart!" the grandmother said softly. "Every single one of them!"

"It is payback time Sis!" the twelve year old brother said. His horribly scarred face livid. "Payback time!...."

".....Did I want to be forced into the role of Lord High Inquisitor?" the heavily set man shouted to his Greens. "Trying them for heresy? Condemning them for heresy? Presiding over their executions for heresy? The punishment for heresy as brutal for me to endure as it was for them! Do you think it was easy for me to watch men burned alive? If I became merciless it was because they forced me to be merciless! It was heresy! Blasphemy! Subversiveness in the face of enlightened moral authority! It was treason! I was given absolute authority by the EU and the UN to save the planet! We were saving the planet! I was saving the planet! You can't compromise when you are saving the planet!..."

Rebels slithered along the towering snow drifts as the waning sun fought to pierce the curiously dense and whirling grey clouds. They wore white sheets to conceal their improvised body armor cobbled together from anything and everything and improvised weapons. Old WW II guns. Old shot guns. Old hunting rifles. Crossbows. Pitchforks. Butcher knives tied to sticks to be spears. Slings with river pebbles. They were led by deserters from the EU drafted British Army who deserted with their weaponry. Then one Rebel used his WW II binoculars to spy out the target. "Right. The illegal black market petrol trucks are inside that razor wire bastion there. We need to seize it to fuel our farmers' tractors which they have retrofitted for us to use like tanks.

"If we fight the guards we might blow up the black market petrol we need Sir" a farmer asked the lieutenant turned commander.

"Who said anything about fighting?" Then the Rebel whistled to the guard. The black-marketeer casually wadded through the snow to the Rebels and winked. "What took you chaps so long? Southampton longs for the day it can be liberated from the Calais Animals encircling it!"

"First thing first boyo! Liberate the last of the occupied countryside between here and London. Then take London. Then we can help you chaps free the last of occupied Kent!"

"By then we will liberate Kent all by ourselves! The rats are abandoning London by the droves! Frantically driving through ravished Kent to Southampton Depot to get fuel to drive to Free Dover or else a lift on the black market express to Switzerland! Paying national treasures for black market fossil fuel or else airplane seats! We freed the last of the old Kent aristocratic national treasure estates ourselves! We are freeing our Kent villages and towns now! We Kent boyos are tired of the occupation and waiting for you chaps to slither out of Wales! Come on! Get the petrol! Free this district! Get to London! Free London! Free England! Free Scotland! Free Ireland! Get on with it!"

"All right! All right! Come on boyos! Lets get the petrol to fuel our improvised tractor army!"

The Rebels casually trotted into the black market petrol depot as the Rebel commander and the black-marketeer smoked fake cigarettes filled mostly with chicory and herbal grass. "I can't wait for the chimes to toll at midnight!" the Rebel said.

"I hear Manchester met a dire end!" the black-marketeer said.

"Urban Myths!" the Rebel commander replied casually as he smoked. "We just encircled it and cut off the roads and supplies. Cut the faltering telephone wires. Blew up the transmission towers their faltering wifi required. Cut the water lines. The power lines. The sewer lines. The latter was fun! The sewage of eighteen millions filthy Mo migrants flooded the city! Manchester had been an open migrant camp just like the Calais Jungle for years. The Calais Jungle except on steroids you might say! They stewed in their own najis! Hah! While burning down their own city to try to keep warm as they froze to death. Without water lines when they set arson fires such as the Mos so loved to do the fires exploded out of control. Even in winter. Especially in winter. They burned alive. A fitting end for arsonists! Then we just the winter snows and blizzards bury it as the increasingly dwindling Surtr starved to death. An icy tomb! White outside! Charcoal black inside! A replay of Leningrad except without the priceless Hermitage art. The bastards had long ago burned their museums and libraries and schools and every pretty thing."

The two men smoked as the black market illegal fossil fuel was hauled out. "How did it come to this?"

".....What part of 97% consensus couldn't they understand?" the heavy set man shouted to his adoring Green. "This was not Einstein when the Nazi hired one hundred scientists to disprove his revolutionary theory! I could not play Einstein and say when asked how it felt to know hundreds of scientists were doing everything they could to disprove me! I could not be magnanimous like Einstein and quip like Einstein that it would not need a hundred scientists to disprove my revolutionary theory! It would only need one scientist who was right! I was saving the planet!..."

The farmers stared at the manor house. "So by a popular vote we will use the power generator to use electricity to electrocute them! If we were not allowed cheap electricity as our fields were confiscated to have noisy turbines built which drove us mad with the nonstop noise and vibrations — when they worked at all — until they collapsed in the blizzards ----- while our power bills were jacked up ---- while paying huge carbon taxes ---- while we were paying environmental reparations for the sins of our industrial ancestors ---- and colonial reparations for the sins of our ancestors' empire ---- while we were grounded down and impoverished --- while those damn turbines were killing thousands of birds and bats ---- our fields like slaughter zones — while we were reduced to power poverty and then genuine poverty ---- then it is only fitting...."

".....Instead the bastards dissected the original Cook crafted article proving 97% consensus and exposed the fact Cook cherry picked abstracts from over 11,000 papers without even reading them" the heavily set man shouted to the Greens. "Just using search words. A few search words. Then Cook ignored 66% of the papers which did not discuss the role of CO2 at all! Then he sifted through the remaining 32% of the abstracts to find those which discussed the role of CO2 and its possible effects! Then he sifted through those, some 2%, which affirmed the possibility that man made CO2 might have an impact yay or nay on the climate! Maybe! Or not! Maybe bad! Maybe good! Then Cook reached his 97% consensus! There might be some impact! Maybe! In theory! That was his 97% consensus! Taken from a tiny sliver of papers! Then my enemies trumpeted the fact the mythic 97% consensus was in fact a .05% consensus! And the UN Panel on Climate Change had almost no scientists on it and most of those who were actual scientists were suing to have their names removed from the published conclusions which they never signed off on! Conclusions written by bureaucrats! Not scientists! Politicians! Not genuine climate experts!

Fortunately the bureaucrats trumpeted the 97% consensus as if fact! And every governmental official took the myth between their teeth as if bridles! And raced with it! Not bothering to inquire into the details to discover the canard! Not bothering to discover if the myth was true or not! Everyone having an agenda! An axe to grind! An angle to play! And a profit to make! The movie stars and luvvies leaping into the fray to bless or else castrate! While you Greens crucified everyone who dared to contradict the truth of my theory! It became a feat accomplished before the theory was ever proved true! The theory became the indisputable truth! Unchallenged and unchallengeable! The public confused between a theory and a hypothesis and a proven scientific truth confirmed by actual data according to the scientific method and reproduced by other scientists to confirm the validity of the hypothesis!

But then those bastards did challenge it! They produced their own Oregon Petition of 31,487 scientists to dispute me! And then they produced the NASA protest petition! Including seven retired astronauts challenging NASA to stop doctoring the raw data to prove my theory! They demanded that NASA and NOAA reveal how they were manipulating their computer models which NASA and NOAA created via land temperature statistics. Except the weather balloons and satellites and argo ocean monitors totally contradicted what NASA and NOAA computer models were saying! The land temperature statistics were prone to human tampering! Most being based in hot concrete cities with over a third off line. The weather balloons and satellites and argo ocean monitors were unable to be tampered with. So my enemies demanded the raw data for them to verify as any scientific method heretofore required! I had to throw all of my political authority and the prestige of Hollywood and the compliant media to crush the insurrection! Then I had to draw on the authority of the EU and the UN and every kowtowing governmental sycophant fawning to the New World Order to bring the rebels to rein! ....."

Starving farmers shoveled snow furiously to keep the train tracks clear. "It is coming! It is coming! He is coming! He is coming! We have to keep the train tracks clear of snow! We can't let this damn snow stop the chimes from tolling at midnight!"

"I can't remember anymore when there didn't use to be snow! When the rivers did not freeze! When the Thames did not freeze!"

In London I hear the snow has melted!"

"That is Kent! Not here! And up North I hear the snow has not melted for over five years now! Most of Scotland is buried in snow now! Like something out of the Arctic! Keep shoveling! Keep shoveling!"

".....For now on all governmental grants were ordered to only be handed out to compliant scientists who affirmed the consensus that global warming was coming and it was destroying the planet! The media would crucify anyone who defied the consensus! Hollywood would crucify anyone who defied the consensus! And universities made it clear anyone who did not toe the official line about the consensus would lose not only their research digs but their tenure!" The heavy set men wept on his knees. "What part of consensus didn't they understand? Consensus cannot tolerate heresy! I did not want to become the Grand Inquisitor! They forced me! But even when they were fired and hounded and humiliated and lost their jobs they refused to surrender!

They dared me to contemplate for a moment the possibility that I might possibly be wrong! They dared me to contemplate for a moment the possibility that the warm decades since 1900 and the slow .03% raise of temperature and ocean levels along with the slight decline of Arctic ice might possibly be the logical byproducts of the thawing 11,500 -12,000 Holocene interglacial interlude the earth was presently enjoying between prolonged cycles of 100,000 Pleistocene glacier ice ages! They dared me to contemplate for a moment the possibility that the 1998 El Nino peak might possibly be merely the exclamation point to the climax of the Grand Solar Maximum which accented a slow over all 8000 year temperature decline from the 4000 year twin optimum peak of prehistoric warmth which the overall Holocene documented!

They dared me to view the ENTIRE Holocene Age in its entirety instead of the last 100 years! They dared me to contemplate for the moment the possibility that it was all a perfectly typical natural recovery from both the previous Pleistocene ice age cycle and also the Little Ice Age cluster of mini ice age cycles climaxed by the infamous Maunder cold cycle! Then this might not be a man made CO2 buildup! Quite the contrary! Then humanity would not die of fire but rather ice! Because a Grand Solar Maximum is always followed a Grand Solar Minimum! And interglacial interludes such as the present Holocene always alternate with prolonged freezing ice ages and the march of the glaciers which would cover the majority of the Northern Hemisphere Advanced World nations!

Because then CO2 was just the tail waging the dog! Because the real player was the sun! Because the sun runs on cycles! Complex cycles like the 11 / 22 cycle! The 65 year cycle! The Casey - de Vries 206 cycle! And the Zharkova 407 year cluster pattern of oscillating cycles between mild or moderate warm ages and mild or moderate cold ages climaxed by a Grand Solar Maximum of fierce warmth which is always followed by a Grand Solar Minimum of fierce cold! And it was approaching 407 years since the notorious Maunder Little Ice Age. That meant a return to another Little Ice Age was due! Especially as the 407 cycle also matched the peculiarly dangerous solar system alinement of the big gas giant planets with the planet Earth in one quadrant which throughout history has always triggered dangerous mini ice ages and the fall of civilizations! Like the Halley Comet except infinitely worse!

And if 1998 was an El Nino peak of a Grand Solar Maximum and not proof of global warming then the post 1998 accentuating decline of temperatures of the unexplainable 'pause' or 'hiatus' in global warming as well as the over all 8000 year Holocene decline of global warming combined with the failures of the UN Panel of Climate Change computer models meant another 206 year mini ice age cycle was coming! Or else worse: another 407 year Maunder Little Ice Age was approaching! Not just some 11 / 22 solar cycle of warmth and coolness but rather a mega cycle!

And the present Holocene interlude between Pleistocene ice ages was running toward the end of its predictable cycle of 11,500 - 12,000 years! That meant another Pleistocene ice age cycle should be commencing! That would mean the earth was not just facing a 206 year cold cycle or a 407 year cold cycle but rather a 100,000 ice age! And while not all of the Milankovitch Cycles were alined, they could become alined to trigger another Pleistocene Ice Age IF the big gas giant planets acted like an Milankovitch Eccentricity trigger of the earth's orbit from nearly circular to grossly ecliptic during a predicted winter cycle with the North Hemisphere alined away from the sun at the full Milankovitch 24.5 obliquity tilt plus the earth's wobble! Thus the artificially induced Milankovitch Aphelion extreme glacier phase would follow the artificially induced Milankovitch Perihelion extreme seasonal climate phase as the earth's orbit was pulled out of a nearly circular interglacial Milankovitch obit into a drastic Milankovitch glacier ecliptic obit! The obit which ushers in Pleistocene ice ages!

All right as the earth's Northern Hemisphere lost 1/8th of its winter warmth during the most crucial phase during the approaching Cycle 25 of the sun when spot spots vanished! Everything starting in earnest in 2019 and climaxing by 2025 with the bottom of the cycle occurring during 2040! And that was the 'good scenario'! The 'bad scenario' was if all of the Milankovitch Cycles were artificially triggered which in turn triggered ice age feedbacks which in turn triggered another Pleistocene Ice Age! Pleistocene Ice Ages lasted 100,000 years! In fact most of the Pleistocene was made up of cycles of ice ages! 85% of the Pleistocene featured freezing glacier coldness! And there were also signs that the earth's magnetic fields around the magnetic poles were also drastically declining too. The sun's output and the magnetic output both were dropping by 40, 50, 60 %! That meant the magnetic poles were slowly gearing up to switch within a century! Everything crashing together around the same time! So the Solar Cycle 25 promised to be a disaster!

And humanity would not be prepared! Because the governments of the world were squandering trillions to fix the wrong threat while oblivious to the real danger! So my enemies dug in their heels and fought me tooth and nail! They said it was the principle of the thing! That science cannot be waged at the point of a gun to the skull! Especially if humanity faced not fire but ice! They forced me to threaten them! They forced me to fight them! They forced me to destroy them! One by one....."

The mysterious train roared across the densely snowy countryside. The heroic farmers shoveling the snow wept as the mysterious train roared past them. The mysterious train was avoiding the cities, plowing across the rural countryside in a cunning circumnavigation. Heading south east. Closer. Closer. Closer ----- to ---- London. Farmers emerged from their lonely, beleaguered farms and tiny, besieged villages to pull off their hats despite the piercing cold to bow their heads. Some even dared to wave banned flags. Outlawed flags. Some even dared to raise up forbidden holy books. Forbidden religious symbols. Forbidden portraits of dead royals. Forbidden photographs of dead heirs to a throne declared null and void. As if White Russians in the snow mourning their lost Czar. They knelt in the snow and mourned their lost Royals. And they held up tattered relics as if seeking a blessing or else blessing the mysterious train. "He is coming! He is coming! He and his consort!" terrified people whispered. "He and his consort! Britannia!" Some desperate people knelt in the snow to pray. Others fugitively looked around and then dared to hold up a symbol which guaranteed certain death if seen in public: a cross.

One man, battered, obviously tortured at some point in the not so distant past, opened his ragged coat to reveal a priest's dog collar. Then he clutched his Bible at the risk of his life. Weeping. "He is coming! He is coming!" Then the priest turned around and whispered. "Dig out your weapons! Tonight we will kill everyone of our betrayed nation's enemies! Fuck the dead Archbishop of Canterbury! I obey the Archbishop of York! We are the New Crusaders! And tonight we will make our enemies bleed rivers of blood as Powell long ago predicted!....."

"....They jumped on every prediction I made!" the heavy set man wailed as he mourned his destroyed machine. "Saying ha! Ha! Greenland is not melting away! Liar! Liar! Pants on fire! The satellite photos prove it! Ha! The Antarctic is not melting away other than the tiny coastline under a known underwater volcano! In fact the Antarctic is growing! The seas icing up around the snow encased continent so dangerously scientists visiting to monitor global warming were iced in! Their ship trapped! Requiring expensive rescue by an ice breaker which was itself trapped in ice! Ha! Explorations to the South Pole to trace the doomed Scot Expedition by Prince Harry proved the Antarctic was as brutally cold as when Scot perished! Data from other Antarctic expeditions throughout history further proved that the Antarctic Continental ice sheet was NOT MELTING and indeed it was physically impossible for the Antarctic to melt! The Antarctic was stable! The Antarctic Continental ice sheet was not only stable! It was growing! Growing dangerously! It was literately creating its own freezing climate and that freezing climate was growing!

And the polar bears are not dying! Ha! Ha! The ridiculous claim was based on five lousy bears dying during a dire storm at sea! Ha! The polar bears are five times as many as before! Ha! There are so many polar bears they are attacking the tourists and even the natives! And satellite photos compared to data from historic expeditions confirm the Arctic Ice Flows grow and retreat in cycles throughout history! Cycles of warm ages and ice ages! Cycles based on solar cycles and planetary cycles! Cycles which predated CO2 and predated the peak of the industrial revolution and predated the peak of the North West Advanced World Great Divergence into a super nova of advanced industry and consumer productivity in the 1950s! As historic explorations proved! Painstaking statistics by Arctic explorers throughout history were used to disprove me!

The ice of the Arctic is always ebbing and flowing! Swelling and receding! Ever changing! According to cycles! Since the beginning of time! And Alaska always forms a counter balance of warming to cooling to Greenland! And visa versa! And the Northwest Passage is just as contorted! Simply contorted differently! Because the Magnetic North Pole no less than the Magnetic South Pole is shifting! Flipping! Migrating! That changes the currents! Ha! If there is a danger it is from the Poles drifting! Shifting! Switching! The positives and negatives reversing! Possibly indicating a long delayed pole shift such has happened throughout history! And which would be infinitely more deadly than CO2! A genuine calamity compared to my bogus calamity!

And while birds and whales were beaching themselves or getting lost in their migrations that would be more correctly explained by the magnetic gyrations as the poles geared up to switch. Birds and whales migrated according to organic magnetic compasses which the present magnetic gyrations were garbling! And the bats might be dropping from the sky but it is from the wind turbines which are killing millions of bats and birds each year! Ha! Your damn 'termites' are killing millions of bats and birds every year! You mass murderer! And your damn 'termites' still require coal powered plants to propel them and they are generating noise and vibrations which are deafening to the farmers! While jacking up electricity prices fatally! And they are totally unreliable! Erratic! Untrustworthy! And grotesquely expensive! And then there are your ludicrous nonexistent feedbacks! So unlike proven ice age feedbacks...."

The Rebels drove their illegal black market fuel tankers to the farms where farmer soldiers waited. Laboriously the retrofitted tractors were filled with illegal fossil fuel to become weapons. Each with iron or steel plates soldered or bolted into place as if shields. Some with digger attachments raised as if shields or else battering rams. And each farm was given some illegal black market fuel to warm their freezing homes at last. "The black market fuel depot is giving their booty away to us at last!"

"I wished they had done so before!" a grim farmer said. "My wife has TB and I have lost two wee children to the cold and damp as well as hunger! Being forced to live a pre-industrial lifestyle because radical Greens had fantasies about how much more romantic the pre-industrial world used to be doesn't put food on the table or keep my children and my wife healthy! And the TB came from the migrants! The migrants in the schools passing the TB to one of my children who then passed it to my wife who was nursing the child ---- who died of TB! TB and polio and smallpox and chickenpox and measles and mumps and the black plague used to be all but extinct in England until the migrants brought the Third World diseases with them to this country! Along with flesh eating germs from Syria! And not having any electricity to keep warm is just a further killer!"

"We have been distributing vaccines for the last five years" the Rebel commander said softly.

"Too late for my wee children and my wife's lungs have been rotted out so the vaccine is too late for her" the grim farmer replied.

"We are handing out pig shit methane bio-fuel converters and generators to help farmers generate their own power" the Rebel commander said softly. "You were top of the list to get one last year."

"It works too late for my wee children and my wife."

"What can I say? After the war we can gear manufacturing toward helping everyone rebuild. But now this damn war is devouring all of our limited resources."

"I understand. But my grief will never understand."

"Yes. Well. The black market is the black market after all" the Rebel commander replied softly. "And Southampton is surrounded by the Calais Jungle Animals. They were only allowed to survive if they sold illegal fossil fuel along with other black market luxuries like toilet paper and toothpaste and medicines and pre-caliphate tin can goods to the enemies while secretly ferreting some away to their friends. And mostly their friends were the Kent Rebels liberating Kent. But the chimes will toll at midnight boyos at last! The long cold winter of our discontent will soon be made glorious summer courtesy of our Princeling of Wales and the sons of the White Boar of York! His confessor the Archbishop of York! The Priest of the White Boar or York!"

"I hear the Army of the White York Boar are marching south to attack the enemies from that direction" the grim farmer asked.

"Yes! The Army of the White York Boar are on the march! The ancient flag of the notorious White York Boar, King Richard, is flying in the open! York never surrenders! Not then! Not now! And the White Boar is on the march! All of the Rebel Armies are on the march! At last! We are taking back our country from the Surtr! All over Europe the Rebels are raising up to take back their countries from the Surtr from the Southern Hemisphere! We are using winter as our ultimate weapon of war! We are using the ice and snow against our enemies! As before! And we are raising up and hurling the Surtr out of our homelands! Just like before!

The Battle of Tours in 732 is again being waged in Tours! The French are fighting off the Muslim invaders just as in 732! The Spanish are bleeding and dying in their desperate war against the merciless Muslim invaders! The Dutch are blowing up their dykes and levees to stop the attacks against them by people they graciously invited into their country who rewarded that graciousness by occupying the Dutch Homeland as viciously as the Nazis did in WW II! Vienna is besieged just as in 1683! Hungary is fighting the bloodthirsty Turks just as before! The Balkans are bleeding from the Turkish invasions just as before! Germany bleeds! Sweden is bleeding! Even Australia is bleeding! Under nonstop attack! Canadians are waging war in the snows of the wilderness! And the Americans are being crucified by a terrible civil war! God knows what happened to North Korea if South Korea is struggling with the ice and snow! Chinese authorities are fighting a nonstop smoldering rebellion as they try to elude the fate of every Chinese empire when an ice age invade China! Japan and India are under nonstop attack from Malaydonesia! Everyone is bleeding! It is not just us!

But everywhere the Children of Odin are raising up and unfurling their long forbidden flags! And the Warriors of Thor are preparing their long concealed illegal weapons! Every warrior wearing the forbidden badges of their ancient army regiments and the outlawed military symbols of their ancient battle units! The Valkyries are programing their drones and new Spitfires! And the Round Circle of the New Knights of Freyr are leading the charge in revenge for the murder of Tyr the Protector of the Sacred Homeland of Europa! And the New Black Knights are raising up to exact their revenge for the betrayal of saintly Baldr! The Keeper of the Fires of the Enlightenment! No longer white paladins but black paladins! Mourning bands turned into black battle gear! Fighting every betrayer and Quisling and useful idiot who collaborated with the Loki Insider Traitors! Hunting down and killing everyone who cynically enjoyed our peace in order to steal our prosperity while exploiting our ideals and tolerance and gracious idealism to invade us while posing as refugees! Not just guests betraying their hosts! Refugees betraying their rescuers! And Heimdallr the Night Watchman is blowing his Gjallar Horn for the entire world to raise up and fight back against the Surtr! The Judases! The Quislings! The Collaborators! And the Loki Insider Traitors!"

"But what if the Surtr reply by igniting their Fiery Sword?" the grim farmer asked. "The old NATO nukes which the EU Junta so fouling betrayed Europe by handing over to Europe's invaders and the Butcher of Istanbul and the Dictator of Berlin!"

The Rebel commander grimaced. "We must fight now! Before the snows melt! This is our last chance to raise up! It is now or never!"

".....And the argo ocean monitors indicated the oceans were starting to drop in temperature! So warned my enemies trying to stop my crusade to save the planet! So the CO2 the deep oceans normally exhaled when warm was being locked away in watery cold storage! The oceanic CO2 was dropping! As the atmosphere's temperature also dropped! While man made CO 2 was raising the ocean produced infinitely more CO2! And when the ocean locked away its CO2 then the earth cooled! That could explain the unexpected pause in my predictions of escalating global warming! A twenty year pause in every computer model projection in fact! An embarrassing pause my theory could not explain! An embarrassing pause which made my computer model predictions increasingly ludicrous!

So I jumped on that to explain why every prediction and projection I made failed utterly to come true! A failure which was straining the credibility of faith in my theory by the delusional public who was noticing not only the fact my predictions were failing, but the fact the weather was turning increasingly dire ----not by heating up ---- but rather by chilling! Howbeit not the Faithful Luvvies and Hollywood True Believers and True Blue Lefties around the world and especially you my loyal shieldwall! The Marxist Greens!

But the heretics warned that the cooling oceans would drastically lock up CO2 which the planet needed to survive another ice age. During ice age events like the Grand Solar Minimum the coolness feeds on itself. Cold age feedbacks! Each causation of cooling triggering more causations of chilling as the Northern and Southern Hemispheres locked into escalating coldness while driving the heat deeper into the Tropics as if exiling the warmth. Thus producing Tropic droughts even as the extreme hemispheres froze. As the sun spots vanished off the face of the sun and solar magnetic energy went dormant as if the sun was entering into hibernation the chilling oceans were starting to shut down CO2. Thus triggering colder El Ninas instead of warming El Ninos. Thus triggering worse storms and cyclones and hurricanes and typhoons while disrupting the monsoons as the growing cold temperatures roared out of the extreme Northern and Southern Hemispheres and collided with still warm Tropic heat. The extremes of temperatures crashing together and therefore feeding worse and worse storms. All as the declining solar winds failed to disburse the growing clouds which then built up and reflected the declining sun's temperature away from the earth. Even as cosmic rays started to pierce the earth more aggressively as solar winds declined. Further building up clouds which further reflected declining solar warmth away from the earth while feeding worse and worse storms.

Triggering a polar vortex as the jet stream plunged deeper south and dragging the Arctic coldness further south into the Northern Hemisphere countries of the North West Advanced World. Triggering changes in the Gulf Stream which warms the Northern Hemisphere by sucking warm Tropic water north. Disrupting the conveyor belt of the Atlantic which Britain especially needed to escape acute Arctic weather. Changing the Pacific and Atlantic Ocean Oscillations. Triggering the march of glaciers. All of which would further trigger the atmosphere shutting down its greenhouse effect. Triggering an escalating drop in atmosphere and land temperatures. Further triggering a further drop of ocean temperatures. Each feeding on itself. The blanketing snow and growing clouds creating an albedo effect as the sun's warmth was reflected back into the outer atmosphere instead of being absorbed into the earth. Further feeding worse and worse storms of rain, floods, sleet, ice, hailstones, and snow. Further shortening the seasons especially in the Northern Hemisphere and therefore further preventing the thawing of snow. Further building up snow which did not melt from one year to the next. Further fueling the march of glaciers.

And if earthquakes and volcanic activity escalated, typical of Grand Solar Minimums, then volcanic ash would generate more clouds and more intense storms and therefore more damaging storms and worse floods and more damaging ice and sleet and hail and snow. Volcanic activity might even generate nuclear winters. Years when the summers would not appear at all. While volcanic eruptions were not spectacular, they were escalating in quantity. And the ocean volcanos were also escalating in quantity. So the sheer number of eruptions occurring, while not spectacular enough to make the news, were filling the atmosphere with ash which was growing clouds to ever escalating levels. Each event, while not spectacular in itself, and none of which was being reported by the docile media, was acting like feedbacks magnifying climate triggers. But not to trigger global warming. To trigger global chilling.

So if the oceans were cooling then they were locking away CO2 when the planet might need greenhouse gases to survive! Might need CO2 to disrupt the feedback triggers which were feeding a cycle of ice instead of heat! Feedback triggers fueling another Grand Solar Minimum spawn mini ice age! And that would starve the earth's botany which fed on CO2 which would starve the earth's biology! And threaten the Northern Hemisphere of the Advanced World of Europe and North America and China and South Korea and Japan as well as parts of the Southern Hemisphere of Australia and New Zealand and South America! Leaving the Tropics somewhat immune to be sure! Perhaps Mexico if the volcanic eruptions spared it. But the Tropics was the belt of Third World failed states totally reliant on the Advanced World to survive! And a chunk of the Tropics was clustered around the Ring of Fire! Volcanic to the extreme which Grand Solar Minimums aggravated!...."

"Here are more pre-war soda plastic bottles to convert to vertical farms" the farm expert said to the grim farmers as he gestured to bags of old plastic taken out of pre-war land fills. "Plastic hoses. Plastic pipes. All sorts of recyclables. Land fills are full of precious stuff. Like a bank vault. Take whatever you need to improvise."

"What about potash?" a grim farmer growled. "The flooding not only rots the crops. It sucks out protein leaving the grains worthless for human consumption unless fertilizer can be dumped on the crops."

"And dryers to stop wet crops harvested during and after storms from turning black with mold and mildew and blight and fungus" another farmer added.

The farm expert nodded. "The government in exile can't get enough potash. It has to be smuggled into the country. The enemy is tying to stop any potash from being sold to us. To starve us. But we can circumnavigate around the poor quality of the field grain in another way" the expert told the beleaguered farmers. "Here is a new product. Hydroponics. Animal fodder grown entirely in plain water."

"Fish hydro?"

"Nope! Just plain water! From sprouting to harvest in only seven days. I set up one in Bill's wife's kitchen here. Temperature needs to be between 70 and 80 but the fuel to keep a kitchen warm is the same fuel to run this." The expert gestured to the seven shelves filled by trays and set against a wall of improvised window panes crafted with salvage wood into a tiny, improvised green house. "This does not even have to use irrigation hoses and sprinklers and a water barrel and pump. As simple as can be. First you soak your protein poor field seed overnight in buckets. One bucket with holes set inside another bucket. Water to cover. Plain water. A bit of government bleach to kill mold and blight. Then skim off any dirt or bugs or floating seeds. That would be any rotted seeds of course. Bad seeds float. Then drain the grain. Spread it one inch deep in trays like this. See. Each tray has tiny holes at one end. Place the trays on this hand made shelf. See how the trays are set up on a tilt? Alternating?"

"Obviously to use gravity flood and drain irrigation" a grim farmer said.

"Exactly! water the tray on top. The water floods and drains through the angled tray and then down to the tray beneath. That in turn floods and drains to the tray below. Etc. Etc. Alternating angles to direct the water through the whole of each tray before flooding the tray beneath. Bottom tray captures the surplus water. Number the trays to help you monitor each day. This tray is today's seed. Place on the shelf to start the week long process. Now see yesterday's tray? The seed is starting to sprout. See? Now look at the previous day's tray. More sprouting. Hints of root sprouting. The previous day's tray. See? Hints of green grass sprouting. Roots growing underneath. Etc. Etc. See how each previous day's tray is greening up? Now here is the tray 'planted' a week ago. Lush four inch barley grass! Ready to be harvested!"

"But where is the fertilizer?" one farmer asked.

"Seeds have a seven to nine day stock of nutrients. See? No fertilizer. Just water. And the seeds in this tray planted seven days ago have spouted into a lush meadow of barley grass!" The expert stroked the amazingly lush grass in the tray. 25 pounds of lush grass in only seven days while using protein poor seeds.

So take the tray out of the shelf and look!" The expert pulled up the barley 'mat' of dense plant growth which was some eight inches thick. "Lifts right out of the tray. See underneath the lush grass? A dense organic root mass which is just as nutritious for your farm animals as the grass. Like a meadow. Add a dusting of vita meal de-wormer. We can give you bags of that at least. Break up the 'mat' like this." The expert used a knife and sliced the dense green mass into serving chucks. "Feed your chickens. Rabbits. Pigs. Cows. Horses. Compute how may animals require how many 25 pound trays and build shelves accordingly! Breed and eat the surplus animals for protein."

"Roughage?"

"Well you still need to harvest hay despite the dire weather. But this replaces two thirds of hay. Your animals don't have to dig through snow covered fields and can even be kept inside if need be. You are basically growing meadows inside! And no storms or snow can fuck this up at least!"

"Can our wives ..."

"Yeap! Use a shelf system to grow micro greens and herbs and micro grains for human consumption!" The expert gestured to bags of GMO micro greens and herbs and tiny protein rich grains fortified with vitamins and tailored for hydroponics. "This is a new grain. Based on golden rice. Fortified so your children won't go blind or get scurvy from protein poor grain."

"So this is fodder" a farmer said confused as he gestured to the tray of grass.

"Yeah! Build fodder grow rooms in your cottages and barns. If you have a pig shit methane converter then the heat of the manure can warm up a fodder grow room too! And we are working on cheap dryers to help you save sodden harvests!"

"What are the best inferior seeds?" another prematurely aged farmer asked as the farmers came up to check out the simple system.

"Barley. Rye. Wheat. But barley is probably the best. And of course you can used some as seed grain for your fields."

"Can we build large systems and use salvage plastic hose to cobble together drip irrigation systems?"

"Sure. These are starters. We are developing more packages for you to expand the fodder grown room operations. Once started the system only requires some twenty minutes a day! I can walk you through the process and help each of you to set up a fodder grow room of some sort. And a micro kitchen grow room too! Safe from outside devastation! And you can improvise with salvage hose plastic that we have in these bags from the land fill. That and plastic bottle vertical gardens in kitchens can help keep your families in food. See Bill's wife's improvised green house glass wall along one part of the kitchen? We have packages of rations of glass panes for you to cobble together to improvise mini green houses attached to your kitchens. Your fireplace or fire heated oven which also warm the kitchen will therefore also heat the tiny lean to greenhouse and fodder plant room shelves. To feed your animals and to feed you. And to germinate seeds into tiny plantings to allow you to plant gardens despite the shortened growing seasons. If you don't have genuine greenhouses..."

"The Eloi attack anything which smacks of food like greenhouses."

"Hide the fodder grow rooms."

"What about light?"

"Windows. I know glass panes are rationed and the Eloi love to smash glass and burn you out while looting you at harvest time. So we have packages of low energy LED string lights here to help you set up fodder grown rooms too. Cheap. Designed to provide the light plants need. We can keep you stocked up with these to at least! Created to be powered by pig shit methane generators. Packages for everyone to take. Assemble. Here is new GMO test grain too. More blight resistant. If not...."

"....I saw the train!" a small boy shouted as he ran into the farm house.

"Right! Demonstration to resume tomorrow!" The farmers picked up their weapons as the farm expert picked up his military rifle. "After midnight boyos we won't have to worry about the Eloi trying to starve us into submission! And after tonight we can get you not only potash but everything to kick start your farming! Despite this damn ice and snow and flooding rain! I promise!"

"After the Chimes toll at Midnight!" Bill's wife said.

"After we kill every Eloi!" Bill said.

".....Perversely, the humanoid successes of evolutionary history migrated out of the Cradle of Civilization, the Tropic belt Levant, to the north. There they bred with Neanderthals to create a hybrid capable of coping with cycles of ice ages! And when Islam conquered the Levant and a large part of the Tropics, they shut down the Cradle of Civilization. The warm Cradle which birthed Western and South Asian and Asian Civilizations. In the East the Chinese threw off Islamic conquest. The Indians bleed but their sheer numbers prevented full Islamic conquest. In the West the besieged Europeans bleeding under Islamic assaults since 666 threw back Islamic conquest over centuries of Islamic assaults. While the original Cradle, the Levant, moldered, and India bled, rebellious Europe experienced a Renaissance and roared into the Great Divergence to become the first super states. The Advanced Industrial and Technological and Scientific World. Robert Felix once theorized that mini ice ages destroyed civilizations but also triggered amazing technological advances and sociological revolutions as well as evolutionary advances. The very ecological disasters created by the mini ice age cycles forced life in general and mankind in particular to advance or else perish.

And the rejuvenated North West Hemisphere Great Divergence Advanced World's colonies spawn the North American Advanced World and the Southern Hemisphere Advanced World of Australia, New Zealand, Singapore, Hong Kong, and South Korea. Great Divergence Japan and then Great Convergence South Korea molded themselves on the key winning ingredients of the West. At least its winning applications of capitalistic economics and education and the embrace of science and technology and industry and enterprise and personal initiative and self responsibility. Damn them! And finally China entered Great Convergence by molding itself on those same winning ingredients of the West. Rejecting most of their communistic values as if Judases! Damn them! And colonies in South America struggled to enter the Great Convergence and become super states as well. Though not as successfully as Angle Saxon colonies. Colonized India emerged into a belated super state when it embraced rather than rejected its hybrid Anglo Saxon past with all of its winning Western ingredients. Rejecting socialism. Damn them! But all of these emerging Super State Successes occurred in extreme hemispheres instead of the Tropics. The original cradle now housed Third World failed states! Not advanced world successes as of old! And in ice ages those extreme hemispheres were precisely where the threat of icy extinction was always the greatest!

If another ice age attacked the Advanced World in the extreme hemispheres then the Tropical belt Third World failed states, especially Islamic Malaydonesia and the Islamic Levant and Islamized Africa, would be threatened precisely because they were so reliant on the Advanced World! Especially the Islamic failed states which since 666 have engaged in a loathing and hatred yet crippling neediness and symbiotic dependency on the West and the East! The Islamic Levant and Islamic Africa parasitic on the West and Westerners while Malaydonesia was parasitic on the East and Chinese and Indians! If my enemies were right the scenario would not be good for anyone! No one would be a winner! Everyone would lose! If my enemies were right!..."

"Right boyos! Lets start our retrofitted tanks and assault the town!" the Rebel commander shouted as the curiously retrofitted tractors roared into life and thundered down the deep snowy road. Many retrofitted tractors fitted with industrial skis in front to lift them over snow drifts or else improvised tank treads.

"I hear the cities are dire!" one farmer told another as their tractors roared down the snowy road side by side. Standing up behind improvised turrets as their wives drove and their children welded improvised weapons behind massive iron shields.

"I hear London is hell on earth! A city of the dead!" another farmer said. "We are taking back our town! And by dawn we will take back our capital city! Damn the Quislings for colluding with the Loki Insider Traitors and that fanatic Paki Mayor! The fools voted for a fanatic in sheep's clothing! He took our capital city away from us!"

"The Cockney Rebels in hidden subterranean London say the Guildhall is a tomb! Pancras plague slew every traitor as they feasted in victory over us! That damn Paki traitor still sitting in triumph on his Guildhall throne! A rotting corpse!"

"I hear that was Whitehall! The dead still feasting in pyritic victory! Skeletons still feasting the fall of Britannia!"

"Someday I want to take my children to London and show them their capital city! Once it is ours again!"

"We are taking back our town! Our capital city! Our nation!"

"Every Eloi will die tonight! Including the dead who are still feasting in victory over us! We will kill their corpses a second time! And our outlawed flags will fly anew over our vandalized landmarks and monuments!"

"....If my enemies were right! Which meant I would be wrong! Which meant the trillions each government was spending to counteract global warming were being spectacularly squandered! Which meant everyone presently earning billions in Green speculation ventures and carbon cap and trade stocks would be losing billions soon! Which meant Green speculations would go belly up! Which meant the leaders of the nations kowtowing to me would soon look like fools! Which meant the luvvies and Hollywood types would be embarrassed as they lost face. Which meant I would be humiliated! If I was wrong! An emperor wearing no clothes of credibility! My theory tattered! Unless everyone about to lose face double downed to support me so they would not lose face! But would they double down and support me when the stupid public started to post memes that the emperor was not wearing any clothes of credibility!

And if the earth was entering a predicted, peculiar, planetary cycle where it was aligned with the big gas giant planets in one quadrant of the planetary orbit around the sun with the small planets all aligned on the other side of the quadrant of the planetary orbit then the combined gravity pull of the gas giants would pull the earth's obit out of its slight winter ecliptic into a drastic winter ecliptic during a Grand Solar Minimum Ice Age cycle! An artificial Milankovitch convergence of cycles! And each of the sun's planets beside the earth were displaying unusual characteristics of drastically changing climates! And CO2 can hardly be blamed for climates changing on Mars and Venus and Jupiter and Saturn and Uranus and Neptune! Only one thing could explain how ALL of the planets' weather could be changing at the same time: the changing sun! And at the same time the earth's magnetic shield generated by the magnetic poles was drastically weakening, allowing increased impact by the sun's winds or lack of winds, radiation or lack of radiation, irradiation or lack of irradiation, Birkeland Currents, and cosmic rays to impact the earth more intensely. Normally it takes centuries for the magnetic poles to gear up to 'reverse' or 'switch' but the cycle was occurring very fast this time! In fact it could occur in as little as fifty or a hundred years!

Each by itself was not good but could be handled! Each by itself would cause drastic social or technological impacts! On telecommunications! On transportation! On food production! On life styles! On law and order! And it would drastically aggravate a migrant crisis which war and famine and religion were already magnifying. But it could be handled! But not everything occurring together! The planet could not cope with everything happening at one time! Especially if the people of the earth were not prepared for such events — which they were not! We were only preparing them for global warming for which we claimed to have the ability to impact! So they would not feel helpless! So the New World Order could assume total control! The nations and the peoples of the earth were not being prepared for such a collision of such an enormity of events! Especially if the poles decided to 'reverse' or 'switch' and there was a long predicted Milankovitch Cycle triggering of another full blown ice age as well! If everything occurred at the same time then this would not be a 1975 cooling which just triggered Hollywood Disaster movies of the world freezing or else a Dalton Ice Age such as toppled Napoleon! It would trigger an Maunder Little Ice Age such as almost broke the back of Europe and China and toppled empires! It could even trigger a full blown Pleistocene Ice Age and that probably would be the extinction of Mankind ...."

The farmers in the isolated fields around a destroyed national monument cowered as they watched the mysterious train. "It is out in the open! Anyone can see it! The Eloi will see it! The Eloi will catch it! The Eloi will destroy it! We won't be liberated!" the desperate people wailed softly. Their mitten covered hands shoved over their mouths to muffle their terror.

"No! Have faith in God and Country!" one woman cried as she held up her starving child.

"The Eloi stole our Country and killed our God!" another desperate farmer cried.

"Dig up your guns! Prepare to fight at midnight!" the bitter woman replied. "I am!" Then the woman pulled out a forbidden pistol in one hand as she held her child in her other arm. "Tonight I am killing every Eloi!"

"We killed the Eloi in our tiny village" another farmer whispered. "We fed their carcasses to the pigs so no one could trace the murders to us. Habeas Corpus! Produce the corpse! Not that the Magna Carta or Common Law is allowed anymore."

"The Eloi fear the countryside" another farmer whispered. "When posted here they tore our villages and towns to pieces and then fled back to the cities. The Eloi live in the cities and towns. They always despised us rural hicks. They always loathed being housed in isolated rural villages where they were often outnumbered as their numbers deserted back to the cities. They feared the remoteness. The isolation. They feared when their bullying and terrorism might provoke blowback once their allies the Quislings and EU minions and UN blue helmet goons left and the useful idiots who protected them fled back to their cities. Then they would not be able to cower the locals. Bully maybe. Threaten maybe. Rape and kill maybe. But not cower ---- forever!

Only the 'reverts' voluntarily lived in the countryside to lord it over us. The conquered. So we could slowly pick them off because we outnumbered them and the countryside was remote. The infamous UN blue helmet mercenaries could not be everywhere and being from the worse states of Africa we could kill him in the winter. Use the growing cold to kill them. The invaders could not cope with the cold. The freezing ice. The deepening snow. The enemies were creatures of the Southern Hemisphere and the cities. They could not cope with the growing ice and snow. The dangerous remoteness when snow cut off the railroads and blocked the roads. When the ice brought down the power lines and telephone lines. When they were cut off and trapped in the ice and snow. When the blizzards wreaked their wifi and stopped their cell phones. Buried their solar panels in snow. Toppled their absurd wind turbines when the gales and blizzards struck. Then the ice and snow helped us. As when the ice and snow helped the Russians defeat Napoleon's once invincible army in 1812 during that dreadful series of terribly cold winters. If the police were Quislings we could kill them too. Bury their bodies under the snows. Leave their bodies in the New Forest to rot. Crows and ravens pecking them to pieces.

The Eloi could not control the remote countryside. Nor did they care to. They only raided us at harvest time to steal our crops. That was all they were interested in. That and the jizya tribute of the conquered to the conquerors and the kharaj land taxes. They enjoyed tormenting us. Degrading us with their rites of humiliation to feel subdued. Taking our children as Devshirme when we could not pay the jizya and kharaj. In the deadly winters we could pick them off. Leave their corpses in wildernesses to rot and be devoured by predators. Their bones torn to pieces by wild animals. In the cold springs and autumns we could pick them off and fed them to the illegal dogs. In desolate and empty roads we could ambush them. Even when they shot one of us for every one of them who vanished they could not cower us ---- forever. They could not find the bodies to prove we were picking them off one by one. And they needed us to be their white slaves because Eloi don't work! Eloi never work! Unless you call playing on cell phones work! Eloi expect their Morlocks to toil away for them! To keep them in the manner which they expected to enjoy as if entitled despite not being capable of doing a damn thing for themselves other than poising for selfies!

"And at least once a year the Rebels would come to support us. Kill the worse of the Eloi or Quislings or Turncoats or Judases we could not kill. Execute the UN blue helmet mercenaries terrorizing us. Give us vaccines. Medicines. Supplies. Give us new and improved GMO seed grain immune to mildew from the nonstop rain and sleet and mildew and rot from the crippling short summers. Give us GMO Potatoes immune to blight from the damp which could be concealed from confiscation. Show us how to conceal harvests in forests and remote wilderness places. How to conceal harvests in underground silos. Root cellars. Creating incidents to lure the Eloi away as we harvested. Give us rye which the Eloi hated which was immune to ergot poisoning.

They showed us how to raise ergot, the byproduct of the growing damp and coldness, and contaminate the crops we knew the Eloi would steal so the Eloi would go insane from ergot. Or else die slowly from gangrene from ergot. There is no death so terrible as slow motion death by ergot! They gave us illegal petrol to power some of our tractors. Either our plows or else our harvesters. They gave us crude methane converters to turn animal shit into power. They gave us tin goods and manufactured goods. Military rations. Needful things to survive the occupation. Ham radios to give us hope. MI 5 sent spies disguised as beggars and tramps with codes so we would not be tricked by the spies of the enemies. The Turncoat Reverts. The Judases. And guns and ammo to bury until .....today."

"We hid their pilfered tanks and heavy vehicles during the In & Out Coup and we hid them when they deserted the EU draft. And they supported us after we supported them. The loyal British soldiers and officers who refused to surrender. Telling us to hold on! Hold on! Until.....today."

"No! It is hopeless! We can't win!"

"It is happening! And we will win!"

"We have corralled the last Eloi in the district to the village. He has a wireless. We have to kill him! That is our job tonight! To kill him!"

"So we will march through the snow to the village where the Eloi are holed up in that police station and then we will kill him! And them!" the bitter woman snarled, her face ravaged by acid. "We will kill every Eloi near and far! I killed the last 'reverts' yesterday! Everyone! Man! Woman! And child! No one will be able to give advance warning or play Judas tonight!"

"I miss Stonehenge" another farmer whispered sadly as he stared at the destroyed national monument. "Why did they destroy it? It was our national pride and joy. Our link to our past. Our identity as ...." The farmer muffled the last forbidden word.

"That is precisely why the Eloi destroyed it!" the bitter woman retorted. "They used a tank and bulldozed the sacred stones down! They called it Jahiliyyah alien pollution! But it was the symbol of our identity! That is why they bulldozed it! But this spring when the snows retreat enough, we will dug up the sacred stones! We will used their rotting carcasses as sacrifices just as our Ancient Ancestors did! Dig the holes deep! Place the sacrifices deep! Then hoist up the sacred stones once again! Over the bones of sacrifices! Our Ancient Ancestors built it! We will rebuild it! I slit the throats and gathered up the hot blood of the 'reverts' and sealed the jelly jars to preserve it! I will sacrifice the blood of the Eloi anew to bless my Ancient Ancestors' sacred stones!"

"It is Jahiliyyah!" a terrified man cried.

"Don't use that word! Not any more! Or 'Haram!" she retorted bitterly. Her mangled face fierce in the fading light of day. "Tear off your badges of shame! We are not Najis D's anymore! After tonight we are ...."

"No! The word is haram!"

"We are Britishers once more!" she cried as she brandished her pistol.

Then every terrified soul tore off their badges of shame and spat on them and tossed them to the snow to stomp on them. "We are British Citizens and we are taking back our country!...."

".... And lyme disease and malaria is not spreading north because of temperature changes because they were already there because they always thrived in the cool north! They were only killed by pesticides! By the clearing of swamps! One of the worse malaria outbreaks which ever occurred happened in Siberia! Ha! Droughts are caused by 60 year cycles! Throughout history! Tree rings prove it! Ha!

Except the peculiar pine cone tree used by Mann in his notorious hockey stick graph which generates a peculiar hockey stick tree ring pattern unique in trees. Which was why Climategate emails between Mann and other scientists like Jones revealed a fear of a misleading distortion of statistics which Steve Mcintyre and Ross McKitrick and Christopher Essex discovered and ridiculed so successfully the UN Panel of Climate Control was forced to drop, not repudiate, but drop the hockey stick graph in latter editions! 'It is not the pause, it is the flaws' as McKitrick jeered! They proved that any statistician could plug any gibberish numbers into the Mann program and generate a hockey stick model! A self fulfilling computer conclusion looking for data to prove it and only it!

Hell! It was worse than when MIT students pulled a prank and used computer search engines to cobble together computerized gibberish research papers and then published them! The so-called 'peer reviewed' magazines, magazines supporting me, published deliberately created bogus gibberish papers crafted by dumb search engines without realizing it! One such gibberish paper was cited by my supporters dozens of times to validate their work proving my theory! The MIT students then exposed their prank and it damn near destroyed me!

Ha! Ha! Ha! My enemies jeered! And look! The sea level is dropping and arising and changing or else unchanging depending on the volcanic plates of the earth! Here are the photographs! Ha! See! No change! No change! That island is raising and that island is sinking because of the Ring of Fire plates! That coastline is unchanged! See the Victorian photographs! The Battery is sinking because it is landfill! Venice is sinking because it was built on reclaimed mud! Bangladesh is ravished by erosion and too many people! A population out of control and destroying their environment!

A fraction of an inch in the sea level raise over a century is the natural byproduct of the planet recovering from the Pleistocene Ice Age and also the Little Ice Age! Your nightmare scenario of flooding is predicated on Greenland and Antarctica both melting and not only can't Antarctica melt but neither Greenland or Antarctica is melting! See the photos! Ha! Ha! Lots of photos! Ha! Ha! Local volcanos be damned! And your theory does not even acknowledge the newly discovered under water volcanos or solar cycles! Your theory does not acknowledge anything except man made CO2! Your theory does not even acknowledge the fact termites generate more CO2 than Mankind does! Your theory is like Mann's hockey stick graph! Programed to turn any gibberish into a hockey stick! A self fulfilling disaster scenario designed for Hollywood movies staring your gullible fan DiCaprio!

If anything the recovery from the Little Ice Age is too slow! The plants are starving for CO2 and suffering from the cold! There is still too much ice from the Little Ice Age! Just because ice and snow in the Northern Hemisphere is all we remembered that does not mean it is the norm! It is the abnormal side effects of the Little Ice Age which we are still slowly recovering from! The Holocene has never gotten back to the twin Maximum Warm Ages which the Holocene enjoyed during its first 4000 years which birthed Old and New Egypt and Babylon and the Minoan Civilizations as well as the first ancient Chinese and Korean and Japanese Civilizations and the Ancient Indo Indian Civilization during the nurturing Cradle of Civilization! Tree rings and ice cores prove the planet was warmer long ago! Much warmer! Up to ten degrees warmer! If anything we are recovering too slowly from the Little Ice Age! Because Ice Ages and Little Ice Ages comes in cycles and another cycle is overdue now! 407 years since the Maunder Little Ice Age means another Little Ice Age is coming you damn fool! If not another full blown Pleistocene Ice Age! That is what you should be preparing the people of Earth for!

Until this cooling of the 'Pause' started the storms were less and less! Not more and more! Moron! See the statistics! Storms are caused by the clash of acute coldness colliding against acute tropical heat! The warm north depleted the fuel storms needed! Hence less storms! The oceans were warmer with El Ninos so again! Less coldness crashing into tropic heat to fuel storms! Ha! Ha! At least until this coldness from this 'Pause' came! The peak of temperature in 1998 was followed by the temperature extremes dropping and dropping and dropping. Which is not a good sign! Especially as another ice cycle is overdue and the computer models predicted drastic warmth! Not accelerating cooling! And monsoons come and go in cycles! See the statistics! Moron! Droughts are 60 year cycles! See the tree rings! Moron! Nothing to do with CO2! Ha! And the satellites prove the Himalayan glaciers are not melting at all! Mount Everest is being afflicted by worse and worse winter storms and snows which are killing the tourist climbers more than global warming! And your buffoons measuring global warming in Antarctica were frozen in! Hell! They damn near died ...."

The farmers slowly walked away after watching the mysterious train roar past their hill which long ago was a hill fort where legends said King Arthur made his last stand against the Viking Angles and Saxons Invaders. Then they turned about and pondered the dark blob which was an unlighted city below them. "Don't worry boyos! We have killed every Eloi outside of their urban stronghold! Right! Move into positions boyos! At midnight we assault Bath...."

".....Greenland is not melting! Satellite photos! Ha! So Florida is not being flooded! Ha! Erosion from urban over development! Ha! Concrete run off ! Ha! New Orleans flooded because the protective bayous were destroyed! And if some of the trillions being squandered on carbon market speculation had been spent repairing the levees then New Orleans would not have been ravished! If some of the millions being squandered on carbon cap and trade were spent replanting the bayous then New Orleans would be safe again! And the Greenland frozen tundra conceals graves and ruins of Eric the Red's Vikings so clearly that proves there was an medieval age of global warming followed by a little ice age! How else did Vikings get buried under frozen tundra? Ha! So much for your 'hockey stick'...."

The farmers moved their tractors retrofitted with battering rams into a preliminary assault position as the day waned over the Salisbury plain. Then they stood in their improvised turrets and watched the oppressive grey clouds darkening the snow. The waning sun fighting to break through. A few golden beams piercing the strangely contorted clouds. Suddenly the shroud of clouds ripped apart. A small bit of blue sky shown. The farmers stared at it. Amazed. Then an upside down rainbow smiled upon them. "An ironic omen I assume" one farmer said. "Considering the fact such rainbow 'smilies' are caused by acute coldness in the upper atmosphere."

"I will take it as an omen from God" another farmer said as he hunkered down by his harvester retrofitted into a bulldozer to act like both an assault vehicle and a shield to protect the farmers turned soldiers.

"We have been secretly hoarding our illegal petrol for this night" another farmer said.

"I cursed Al Gore as I filled my tanks with illegal petrol!" another farmer snarled.

"We were reduced to farming with our hands! With horses! Manual labor! Not even electricity! Hearth fires! Everything rationed! Everything forbidden! Everything confiscated! Devolving down to something out of the Dark Ages! Atoning at gun point for the sins of the Industrial Revolution! For the earth burning up! Except what we got was this!" One farmer scooped up a hand full of snow from off his bonnet hood and threw it at another farmer. "Or else destructive sleet or crushing ice or hailstones the size of rocks or else buckets of rain until our fields turned to sludge and our harvests turned to mildew and blight! Hell! I wish the greenhouse gases were warming up the earth! Instead we got endless winters and too late springs and too soon autumns and too short summers! And bottomless snow! And terrible spring floods! All as our power plants were ordered shut down! And the coal mines were ordered closed! Freezing to death! No fuel except sticks! Or peat! Flickering hearth fires! Everyone sick from the damp and cold! Our young and our old dying from the damp and cold! Electricity at a price only Minas could afford! Solar panels buried under snow! Wind turbines destroyed by blizzards! And the Eloi would march into every farm after every harvest and confiscate it all! Guns pointed to our heads! Down to the seed corn! To feed the enemies occupying our cities!"

"While levying every sort of 'D' tax on us!"

"Grinding us down to the bloody pulp!"

"That was during the first years of the Great Betrayal boyo!" another farmer said as he brazenly smoked his illegal pipe. "We have been systematically killing every Eloi for years now! The countryside is better than the cities in some ways now!"

"Aye! I hear the cities are hell on earth now!"

"I hear that London is unrecognizable now!"

"A city of the dead!"

"Beyond horror I hear!"

"I hear that Manchester is a smoldering ruin buried under fifty feet of snow and Birmingham is 'offline'!"

"How is Rebel York surviving?"

"God know how!"

"I hear the White Boar is marching out of Rebel York right now!"

"God bless the scion of that old bastard Richard Crookback!"

"He died fighting like a boar and what is what we need now! More Richard Crookbacks fighting like an army of boars!"

"No surrender! Mowing the invaders down! Death before dishonor!"

"I hear that the Army of the White Boar of York is being led by Princess Anne! God bless her! Broke out of jail by York Boars! She and her imprisoned Highlanders! And they are leading the White Boar forth!"

"I can see her now! I bet she is bestriding a tank like Patton!"

"Aye!" another farmer said as he unwrapped an aged cigar to light it. "One to smoke now and one to smoke at dawn! But the Morlocks helped us. Bringing us illegal guns and ammo. The Rebels did. Illegal fuel. Illegal coal. Illegal ham radios. Illegal medicines and supplies. Seed corn illegally genetically modified to handle dampness and rot. Potatoes illegally genetically designed to withstand blight. Fuck the Greens! Only GMO saved us! And CO2! I run my illegal automobile engine fixed to my illegal greenhouse to vent CO2 exhaust into my illegal crops! The plants love CO2!"

"Aye! The Greens outlawed all CO2! Fuck! The plants are gluttons for CO2! And they exhale oxygen so no one keels over and dies! Bollocks! What lies! Those Greens never dirtied their hands farming! What the bollocks do they know!"

"Aye! The Rebels helped us! How to hide greenhouses and potato and turnip and carrot fields. How to build root cellars in hidden places. How to conceal crops in wildernesses far from spying eyes. How to conceal our illegal pigs. How to save our illegal dogs. How to use our illegal tractors to spew CO2 into the secret greenhouses to grow crops. How to build bigger secret greenhouses in remote locations far from spying eyes. Pre-fab parts to build those secret greenhouses in remote locations far from spying eyes. And illegal fertilizer and hybrid seeds. Everything the damn Greens and Eloi banned. They provided! They helped us kill the Eloi. And the Greens. They helped us to prepare for tonight!"

"So where are they? The Morlocks?" another farmer asked nervously. "We can't take down the Eloi in the town alone!"

"Oh yea of little faith! Look!" the farmer with the ancient cigar gestured. Then other farmers gasped in awe and joy as genuine British tanks appeared on the far darkening horizon. Slowly the massive war wagons moved down into position. Each flaunting an outlawed flag: the Union Jack of Great Britain.

One tank commander materialized to salute his people's army of volunteers. His helmet not entirely concealing his Sikh turban. His trademark beard deliberately flashy. He fluffed it to show his historic defiance of the enemy of the Sikhs as the farmers cheered his insolence. "Once long ago King Arthur waged battle against the enemies of Britain on this desolate plain of Salisbury. Tonight we shall do the same! For Saint David! For King Arthur! For the Late Queen and her Prince Consort! For the poor dead Princes and Princesses! And for future King and his consort Britannia! Tonight my brave compatriots we The People of Great Britain will take back our nation!"

".....And the atmosphere balloons and new NASA satellites built to prove my theory instead disproved my theory! As my enemies gloated! See the photos they jeered! The ice sheets are moving but not drastically melting! Alaska aside the Canadian North is not melting! Greenland is not melting! And fossilized tree stumps under receding glaciers prove that trees once grew lavishly in the frozen north! Therefore warm ages alternated with ice ages throughout history! And Alaska and Greenland apparently alternates as warm and cold landmasses! So both cannot melt at the same time! Moron! Therefore the frozen North is not the norm! It is just the latest reincarnation of the cycle! Just like the Antarctic which is not melting! And tree rings and tree stumps in glacier debris proves Alaska is a red herring! The exception to the rule! Alaska is the maverick real estate which warms when everywhere else chills and then chills when everywhere else is warm! Therefore not the canary in the coal mine! Rather the exception which proves the rule! So stop citing it as proof you moron! It is not proof! It is a proven anomaly! Don't you know what an anomaly is you moron?

So where is your calamitous flooding of Manhattan and Florida you hypocrite who bought an expensive sea front mansion with your ill-gotten gains! Ha! The satellites are proving the glaciers are coming back! Ha! South America! Canada! The Alps! Everywhere! And the Glacier National Park proves that glaciers come and go in cycles! Look at the photos taken throughout history! The glaciers retreated as the Little Ice Age retreated! And as the glaciers retreated — temporarily ---- they revealed embedded stumps of ancient forests proving glaciers come and go in cycles! Get it! Cycles! Cycles! And your 'evidence' of glaciers melting were growing glaciers 'calving'! In fact in New Zealand one glacier is marching forth at damn hear ten feet a day! What part of cycles can't you comprehend moron! So now moron can you guess what actually creates these cycles? Hint! Hint! It is not CO2! Try looking up into the sky! You know! That great big fiery thing in the sky!..."

The farmers hunkered down outside of the occupied town. The town deep in snow it was not designed to cope with. So much snow it blocked the road and beleaguered the crudely retrofitted homes. So escape would not be possible. The farmers checked their guns and bags of ammo. Shot guns. Rifles. Revolvers. A pair of farmers brushed snow off their brand new WW II machine gun. A few opened bags of steel arrows for their new and improved crossbows. Each farmer wearing white sheets to conceal their crude all weather gear and weapons. White hoods covering their heads. White masks and goggles protecting their faces from the piercing cold. "We know the townspeople who are Quislings and Turncoats. We know our spies in the town. Our 'eyes' and 'ears' will hunker down inside as we slaughter everyone else! Oh look! The self appointed 'revert' mayor of the Eloi lording over the Quislings and Turncoats has a 'termite' to supply him with electricity!"

"Where?" another farmer whispered as everyone peered through old spyglasses.

"That broken stump there" the lead farmer jeered. "Them wind turbines did not last through the blizzards of 2019! Nor the puny solar panels! At least our precious Eloi froze no less than us!"

"Them precious Eloi contraptions don't exactly work in snow and ice or when snow crushes the roofs and buries the houses do they?" another bitter farmer snarled.

"So he bought illegal petrol for his illegal power generator from Blackmarket Southampton like the hypocrite he was!" another farmer snarled bitterly. "While ordering us to dig potatoes with our bare hands!"

"Let's draw straws for the lucky one to slit the throat of that bastard...."

"....and burn down that there mosque!"

"Why isn't it inside the confiscated church?"

"Because that there bastard burned the town's church! That is why!"

"And plowed up the graveyard for a migrant camp and defiled the graves! That is why!"

"....Oh look! Sammy! You have drawn the lucky straw!"

In reply Sammy pulled out a huge butcher knife. "Halal slaughter anyone?....."

".... The Antarctic ice cores you based your entire theory on proves that the temperatures raise and fall in cycles and the CO2 raises and falls in a 800 year lag as a byproduct of warming! Not the cause! Because the oceans spew out CO2 during warm cycles! Then hoards CO2 in cool cycles! Which explains the time lag! Effect! Not cause! You moron! Don't you understand the theory of the oceanic 'memory' of temperature cycles? Moron! Ha! Ha!..."

Small children climbed down from a barren tree after the mysterious train quietly roared by. Then they picked up their slings and lead bullets to hurl toward their enemies. They stood in a line at attention as their elders marched silently up to them. Many with illegal dogs trained to wage war. The people's army spontaneously forming according to ancient battle instincts deeply ingrained in the flesh and blood and ancestral memories of the rural backbone of England. Each rural farmer, male and female, welding a long bow. Their smaller children carrying massive bags of arrows created over the last year. Some welding cross bows. A few welding shot guns. Some tested their bowstrings to check if the temperature was effecting them. Fortunately there was no wet snow at the moment as a wane sun fought to pierce the oppressive clouds. "If King Harry The Fifth won his war at Agincourt with British long bows we can win this new war for our King Harry..."

"....Your hockey stick was debunked by Climategate! 'Hiding the decline'! Ha! Using one type of pine tree which has a peculiar hockey stick growing pattern! Ha! Then destroying the data rather than allowing other scientists to verify it by freedom of information requests! Ha! So much for the scientific method! Ha! What are you hiding? You and your minions? What are you hiding? Oh wait! We know what you are hiding! The Oort Ice Age! The Wolf Ice Age! The Sporer Ice Age! The Maunder Ice Age! The Dalton Ice Age! Each coming at 206 years apart which means another Grand Solar Minimum Ice Age is coming in 2025! If not 2021! In fact the Wolf - Sporer - Maunder cluster warn of the possibility of a 407 year mega cycle of cold ages clustered together into one monster cold cycle! You are even hiding the 11 / 22 Solar cycles of alternating warm and cool periods! And you are hiding elephants sitting in the middle of your water front condo living room reading your science fiction book and laughing!

You concealed the Old Egyptian - Babylonian Warming Period as well as the New Egyptian- Persian - Minoan Warming Period which occurred during the twin Maximum Warming Epochs of the first 4000 years of the Holocene! And the Bronze Age cold cycle and the Iron Age cold cycle! Ditto the Roman Warming Period followed by the Oort Dark Age cold cycle! The Medieval Warming Period which the Little Ice Age Cluster terminated! The Dalton cold age which brought down Napoleon! The Modern Grand Solar Maximum since 1900! The 1930s Dust Bowl Warming Period which only one modern El Nino rivaled! You concealed the 1945- 1950s Cooling Era the same way you concealed the Dust Bowl Hot Era! You know! What won and lost the Battle of the Bulge and brought down Hitler and almost brought down Stalin and propelled Mao into control of China! Fierce winter snows and famines! Like Napoleon except it was Patton instead of the Russians slaughtering the invaders in the terrible snows of terrible winter! Then it was the post WW II 1950s industrial boom and the temperatures were cold! Cold! Cold! So much for temperature and CO2 alining! The 1970s Cooling! Remember that! It made the newspapers back when! When everyone said the world would perish in another ice age! It even spawned disaster movies! It sold tons of magazines! One of your minions selling your global warming previously warned humanity that they would perish in ice! An ice age!

And most of all you concealed the fact the post 1990's - 1998 El Nino peak turned into a pause! The 2000 drop into 'The Pause'! In fact 'The Hiatus'! In fact 'The Decline' after a tiny 2010 blip! You know! The one your minion Mann emailed Jones about! 'Hiding the decline'! Your computer models continuing to soar upwards as hard data indicated a downward line ..... indicating a twenty year cooling ...... drastically dropping into acute cooling .... drastically dropping toward an alarming cooling ...... drastically dropping into an alarming chilling ..... and then freezing .... when every government should have been investing in preparation for disastrous cold weather ..... except you and your tintype dictators were spending our tax money like drunken sailors on bogus global warming bunkum schemes ...... when every indicator was predicting another cold age...... a Maunder of a Cold Age! You bastard! You just could not admit you were wrong! Your ego was more important than the inconvenient truth that you were wrong! All along! Wrong! And now all of humanity has to pay for your mistake!...."

The farmers crept through the deep snows toward their target. An abandoned old WW II military base. Then they paused. One farmer held up a funny little piece of metal in his mitten hand. Then he made a cricket sound. In reply, somehow whispered "Yeah gods but I fancy Saint Davy is visiting us!" British soldiers appeared in winter gear. The farmers stood up. Everyone embraced.

"God save The Late Queen!" everyone shouted.

"God save our King Harry! And his consort Britannia!"

"The chimes will toll at midnight!"

"Aye! And this will be our Battle of the Budge! Our 1812! We are using deadly winter against our ill-prepared Surtr Invaders from the South!"

"Ragnarok!"

"Odin's warriors will wage war as before!"

"And the children of Thor will cleave human skulls as before!"

"And the Knights of Freyr will slay every invader!

"And the Valkyries will wage havoc as before!"

"As we kill every Loki Insider Traitor!"

"And run the monstrous Garmr to ground!"

"And stalk the Dire Wolf Fenrir and tear off its jaw!"

"And we will take back our country!"

"Tonight the freezing snow is our ally! The last thing our enemies expected was this ice age! Tonight Hel the goddess of freezing Hell will slay them!"

"..... My enemies circumnavigated around NOAA and NASA and got the raw data from satellites and air balloons and ARGO ocean monitoring devices to prove the land temperatures data used by my computer models were bogus! Compromised! 90% of the land temperatures were based on artificial hot spots of urban concrete! Not valid! One third of the land temperatures were improvised because a third of the stations were no longer functioning at all! Rendering the data null and void!

And the Heretics got hold of raw data from other countries to prove NASA and NOAA were doctoring the results! Changing actual temperatures to fit the computer models which the actual data was actually contradicting! Then they got hold of old temperature grafts from the 1930s and 1940s and 1950s and 1960s to prove NASA and NOAA were post dating and rewriting the history of the temperature readings! Therefore rendering the computer models null and void!

Then that wonky eyed fool Monckton used his grasp of classical mathematics to locate a fundamental mathematical error in the formula used by my computer models to prove my theory! Monckton forced scientists to either disprove his article or else publish it! And after stalling for years they were forced to publish it in 2017 and that article destroyed every computer model used to prove my theory!

Every computer model and chart my allies were creating were directly contradicting the pristine readings of satellites and air balloons and ARGO monitors! Every human harvested data and chart was contradicted by machine gathered data! It all proved the computer models were being manipulated! Doctored! Tortured as one Heretic quipped! Tortured into bogus results! Governmental reports written by bureaucrats instead of scientists for the global elite to prove a hypotheses based on a theory based on a speculation based on computer models spinning scenarios out of fantasies crafted out of whole cloth of human imaginations to achieve political aims rather than scientific verity in order to justify UN and EU Agenda 21 mandates to amass more and more power by the New World Order to impose more and more taxes while imposing more and more burdensome regulations in order to ultimately justify rationing in order to stop the production of consumer goods in order to shut down capitalism in order to finally enforce the Marxist redistribution of the wealth of too successful Advanced world industrial nations to the beleaguered Third World of failed states, mostly Muslim failed states. Promoting the socialistic - totalitarian EU and UN into autocratic control over nations and especially the socialistic - totalitarian UN Panel on Climate Change into autocratic control over nations! Destroying nations and capitalism and democracy to install the New World Order! All while enriching the big investment bankers and speculators by creating an enriching investment scheme first concocted by Enron's mastermind to game the system for the few while penalizing the ordinary working people while punishing the poorest people of all....."

The farmer professionally slit the throat of the informant after the informant's son came back from the local Eloi after delivering the false news that the upraising was starting -----tomorrow night. He dropped the carcass to the floor of the farmhouse. Then he gestured. The other farmers moved toward the cowering family of the informant. Then the farmers' wives grabbed the informant's wives and ripped off their hijabs. Then they commenced hacking off their hair. The time honored symbol of female Judases. Other farmers' children grabbed the children of the informant to beat them bloody. One bitter farmer's wife gestured to her face with its iconic 'smilie' carved into it. "Your bastard rapped me! Devshirme! Meat for him to wipe his sins off on! And you justified it by calling me a whore for not veiling! 'Uncovered meat!' That is what you said! Tonight your ...."

"No! Please!" the senior wife cried. "Don't rape my daughters! I will have to kill them! Honor killing! Please! I am sorry about what happened to you!"

"No! You are not! That is the trouble! You are not! Kill the boys!" she screamed as knives materialized. The small boys screaming as they ran to and fro in the small living room of the farmhouse. Trapped and terrified. The other junior wives tried to shield them as they were chased down and butchered. Two junior wives dying as they tried to shield their sons. The third wife was shot as she tried to run away. The butchery turning the farmhouse into a slaughterhouse.

Then the bitter rape victim grabbed one daughter of the terrified 'revert' senior wife and slashed her face into a smilie with her kitchen knife. Slashing one cheek so the jaw all but dangled. Then she slashed the face of the other daughter as others held the screaming 'revert' senior wife of the informant. The farm women chillingly cold in their revenge on a Judas of their own sex. The male farmers standing by the door to allow their females to exact their revenge. Then the bitter rape victim smeared a pig's severed head into the bloody faces of the young girls. The daughters screaming helplessly as they were symbolically violated. Shoving the dead snout into their mouths as they were held down as if mimicking an obscene sexual act long ago performed on her. The young girls screamed for mercy ---- but got none. Instead, the farmers dragged the 'reverts' out and set fire to their farm house. The fire raising up in the waning day, the ashes falling into the deep snow. Then the farmers gestured. The bitter woman said 'We will spare your lives because we are Christians! Crawl away! Into some hole! You are the filth now! Not us!"

In reply the 'revert' grabbed first one and then the other small daughters and hurled them into the fiery farmhouse. "They are defiled!" she retorted bitterly. "Honor requires their killing! You are pigs! Dogs! Apes! Monkeys! Filth! Najis filth! The lot of you! Wait until the authorities ...... " Then she paused and staggered back. "No! No! You would not dare attack us! Except!....."

"Yes!" her neighbors snarled as they welded their pitchforks and butcher knives and illegal shot guns and that severed head of that illegal pig. "Exactly!"

The terrified 'revert' shuddered. "You are monsters!" she screamed.

"And it was you who made us thus! Morlocks to your Eloi! But tonight we Morlocks are going to devour you!"

Then the 'revert' turned around and walked back into the burning farmhouse. The farmers watched mute as the vision of a grotesquely dancing form on fire gyrated spastically before imploding into fire.

The husband of the rape victim came up and held his bitter wife in his arms. "Are you content now my love?"

"No!" she replied as she wept. "Not until every traitor dies this night!"

"....They proved that the genuine rate of CO2 was only 0.72 degrees Fahrenheit, the result of a centuries long slow recovery from the Little Ice Age with only a mild upchuck from 1950s onward! Proving that CO2 normally follows the natural cycle of warmth and coldness! With over half of the so-called heating occurring before 1950 and before the post WW II Industrial Revolution! Much occurring before 1800! Much occurring before 1700! Before the original Industrial Revolution started!... Most of my calamitous warming of the earth was all simply the result of a natural recovery from the Pleistocene Ice Age in general and the Little Ice Age in particular!

And in fact we were still in the aftermath of a prolonged Ice Age! The Pleistocene glacier era never left! The Holocene is just a temporary holiday! A phase of the Pleistocene! And even during the first 4000 years of the Holocene the planet was five, even ten degrees warmer than now! That CO2 was often ten times more than what we have now! That our biological ancestors evolved on a hot earth! That heat was the norm! Even during the Pleistocene Ice Age cycles there were intense warm spells which alternated with intense cold spells! Alternating in as little as fifty or a hundred years! With a Holocene interlude occurring in some six cycles of spikes throughout the Pleistocene! Each spike lasting some 11,500 to 12,000 years! Apparently triggered by the Milankovitch toggle switch! And our Holocene was the tropical cradle which birthed biological life after the Age of the Dinosaurs! And our Holocene was the tropical cradle which birthed Mankind and birthed Human Civilization! That what we always assumed was the norm was actually abnormal! Because after the first bloom of a 4000 year of optima warmth our Holocene has slowly cooled over 8000 years! So the glaciers and ice are slowly coming back as our Holocene is slowly running out of gas! Or is it CO2? Or is it the sun going into hibernation?

That the Holocene norm was not originally frozen ice and snow and glaciers and a frozen north polar ice cap! That once Greenland was green! Once the earth was completely different! Greener! Hotter! More fertile! That present CO2 levels were historically abnormally low compared to the past! That the plants of the earth were literally starving for CO2! That the slow increase of CO2 was actually greening the earth! Fueling the Green Revolution of agriculture! That satellites were actually revealing an amazing greening of the earth as warmth and CO2 increased! That the plants needed even more CO2! Not less! That CO2 was actually essential to life on earth..... and now it was all......pausing..... worse than pausing...... dropping!....."

The farmers watched the thin streak on the far horizon. Too distant to be heard. Barely able to be seen. Then the farmers marched across the snow toward their quarry. The local 'revert' village policeman and his family. His confiscated house was next to the even bigger confiscated house beside the huge mosque crudely built inside the partly destroyed village church. The other villagers who were their rural eyes and ears came out and nodded. Then everyone brandished illegal guns or butcher knives and pitchfork 'spears' and hurled themselves at the 'reverts'. The policeman and his family. Their slaughter bringing out the mayor who was also the Pakistani migrant imam and his four white wives and twenty children. The 'revert' butcher ducked behind his counter. He was dragged out. The 'revert' parish council were dragged out one by one. Then the terrified 'reverts' along with the Pakistani and his four white wives were herded into the mosque as the back door was nailed shut. "You can't do this!" the imam screamed. "You filthy Kafirs! We allowed you to live!"

"You allowed us to live as your white slaves!" the farmers snarled as they tore off their badges of shame and ripped them to pieces.

"Here is my last jizya!' a bitter farmer shouted as he threw dung at the pennyless Pakistani migrant turned dole abuser turned imam turned mayor and overlord lording over them.

"Because you refused to convert!" the Pakistani screamed. "As filthy Kafirs you could not expect us to treat you genteelly could you? We tolerated your hell bound depravity didn't we! We endured your immorality didn't we! Your stupidity as the worst of creatures! Your sordid Christian Kufr filth! As long as you paid the jizya and other D taxes! Untouchables! That is what you are! Like back in Pakistan! Untouchables! Filthy Untouchables! Payback for when you colonized us! Payback for when you were conquering us!

We are Muslims! We are the Best of Peoples! Muslims rule! They are not ruled! Muslims dominate! They are not dominated! Bow down before me you Najis filth! I am your master! As the Prophet's representative on earth you must pay me the Prophet's share! 5% of everything you possess! And 50% Kharaj land taxes for the Caliph and the Caliphate! And the Devshirme culling of your prettiest daughters and sons! As is my right by Allah! As the Prophet declared! Peace be upon him! 'Whatever thy right hand possesses do with as you will!' Everything I did was halal and blessed by the Koran! Everything I did The Prophet Mohammad, peace be upon him, did in the Koran! Including the burning of apostates and heretics!

I did what has always been done every day back in Pakistan to the Untouchables! Najis Filth like you! Jahiliyyah pollution like you! I have done to you what every Pakistani does to every disgusting Christian and Sikh and Hindu back in Pakistan! Or at least until every sub human filthy Kaffir was exterminated! I have done to you what every good Muslim does to every disgusting Christian and Jew and Sikh and Hindu and Buddhist in the entire Islamic World! You should be grateful I did not exterminate you! Back in the Islamic Levant we have exterminated every disgusting Christian and Shirk and soon we will exterminate every Jew in the world!

I should have crucified more of you! It was my mercy in sparing you that has undone me! Allah warned his Faithful! Do not take the Christians and the Jews as your friends! Do not show the Infidels mercy! Do not show the Unbelievers charity! Only hardness! Chop off their heads! Chop off the tips of every finger! Rape them! Torture them! Flay them! Burn them! Enslave them! Destroy them! It is because I showed you mercy and allowed you to live that Allah has abandoned me now! But if I die a martyr every sin is forgiven and 72...."

"....You could not even read the Koran you illiterate, camel humping, goat fucking, dancing boy buggering, pervert!" one farmer snarled. "And oh yes! We threw pig heads inside that there mosque so your lot ain't going up! Your lot is going down!"

"Kufr! Kufr! You disgusting pig eating Najis filthy human dog shit!" a white wife of the Pakistani one time migrant screamed as she tried to cover her face. Unable to retrieve her burka to preserve her superior morality.

"Converts are the most fanatical of all!" a farmer's wife snarled. "What sort of social justice warrior feminist voluntarily converts to such a misogynist religion? To be reduced to the ward property of a mehram master owner possessing only half the brains and worth of a Muslim male? The wedding contract literally the right for the mehram master owner to enjoy the exclusive use of your vagina! Reduced to nothing more than a hymen and then a vagina and womb! Spouse rape and spouse beating perfectly halal! Even ordered to tolerate your mehram's concubine sex slaves! And ordered to obey your mehram master owner's every command unquestioning!"

"Yet they did! Everyone!" another farmer's wife snarled as she spat at the white convert. "Social justice warrior bullying and tyranny morphing into religious bullying and tyranny! Self loathing and pathological hatred of the Christian West morphing into religious self loathing and pathological hatred of the Christian West!"

"Reverts!" the fanatic convert screamed. "Everyone is born a Muslim! Only perverts refuse to revert to the only legitimate and utterly perfect religion on earth! Islam! Only degenerates and Jewish rats and Christian scum cling to Kufr depravity! And there is no other depravity as disgusting as Kufr! Christians and Jews! You will burn in hell! Allah hates you! Allah wants all of you dead!"

"You killed the only Jew in this village and by the way I am a Hindu" one farmer retorted. In reply the fanatical convert spat in his beard.

"Shirk! Shirk! Shirk! Shirk shit!" the fanatic screamed.

"There is no evil as evil as Kufr!" another white revert wife of the Pakistani screamed as she covered her face with her hands. "You are all going to roast in hell!"

"But you will roast on earth first!" another farmer replied. "How could you stand by as that monster you married molested our children? And raped our daughters? Rotherdam in miniature! With total impunity! As that so-called policeman stood by and did nothing except arrest us if we tried to protect our own flesh and blood!"

"Dar ul Harb! Abode of War! That allows Devshirme! Jihad! Even slavery!" the fanatic retorted. "And you are the Unbeliever and the Infidel! Najis filth! The vilest of creatures! The lot of you! Every holy university in the Caliphate has declared rape to be a legitimate weapon of war against the Infidels and Unbelievers! It is in the Koran! No less than slavery! 'The booty of war as been made halal for me!' So declared The Prophet! Peace be upon him! 'Whatever thy right hand possesses do with as you will!'"

"We dominate and rule here!" another white revert wife screamed as she used her sleeve to cover her face. Her especially ornate hijab bobbling in the cold air. "'It is He who has sent His messenger with guidance and the religion of truth and will make us dominate over all other religions! And peoples!' Koran 61.9! Allah has given us the right to dominate and rule! Wherever a Muslim steps is conquered land conquered for Islam! Who said this was your country! This is our country now!"

"Christian liars! Christian whores! Najis filthy 'D's! Loathsome Kafirs! Kufr! Kufr!" another revert white wife of the Pakistani screamed. Her face twisted into disgust and loathing. "Wait until..."

Then the farmers nailed the front door shut.

"God!" a farmer said disgusted. "It is as if something out of Occupied France during WW II! It is Occupied Britain in WW III!"

"With the 'reverts' playing the role of collaborators with the Nazi except it is.....the Mos instead of Germans!"

"Damn 'reverts'! In bed with the most totalitarian religious ideology on earth! Hitler hate Christianity but admired Islam! For a reason! And he got a lot of his ideas from Islam! Down to the hated badge of shame! And there is a reason why Hitler is still popular in the Islamic Levant! His book a perpetual best seller despite the fact half of the Mos of the Levant can't read or write! They just like looking at his mug shot and the swastika and all of those pretty pictures of the Holocaust!"

"No! No! You can't do this!" muffled voices cried from inside the mosque as fists pounded the doors from the inside. "Don't you know who we are? We are the Best of Peoples blessed by Allah to conquer and dominate and rule the world!"

"As our masters! The Ubermensch Ummah! The Eloi!" the farmers said bitterly. "With us reduced to Untermensch vilest of creatures! But now we have become the Morlocks! And Morlocks eat Eloi!" Then the farmers splashed illegal petrol all over the converted mosque. Then one gestured. He took out his illegal pipe and lit it. Then he used the match to set the mosque on fire....

"...... My enemies proved the feedbacks were not producing an atmosphere hot spot! They proved the oceans were spewing out CO2 because they always spew out CO2 during warm cycles. But oceans also horde CO2 during cold cycles and the damn ice cores prove it! And underwater volcanos no less than ground volcanos were spewing out infinitely more CO2 than Mankind! And water vapor, therefore clouds, were 9/10ths of all of the CO2 in earth! With botanical and biological generated CO2 coming in next! With man made CO2 only a tiny sliver! And now oceanic CO2 was dropping and the clouds and water vapor were disbursing CO2 out into space contrary to predictions! So there was no hot spot in the atmosphere at all! So there was no building of greenhouse heat in the atmosphere at all! The damn satellites built to prove my theory disproved my theory! So did every air balloon and ARGO ocean monitor!

Then Piers Corbyn and John Casey got started with their solar magnetism and solar sun spots! Their solar cycles! Their 11 year cycles and 22 year cycles and 206 year cycles and 407 year cycles! Damn their cycles! Then Valentina Zharkova of at some British university! Only the East Anglia university counts! Then the climate research Russians! And it proves how crazy Putin was when he took them seriously and commenced preparing Russia for a Grand Solar Minimum! Arsehole! I predicted that the snow would vanish forever by 2010! Arsehole! He should have prepared Russia for global warming! And in the end Russia perished courtesy of an ISIS dirty bomb so what does it matter anyway?

Then Freeman Dyson attacked my theory! That ninety year old Anglo -American version of Einstein! With his thin, saintly face and magnificent grey hair! Standing there scolding me! Scolding anyone who believed in me! Thank God most Americans don't know who the hell Dyson, is! Obama refused to give him any awards such as the American Presidential Medal of Freedom and blacklisted him! The Nobel Committee blacklisted him! 'Fleeced him' as Dyson's defenders said. Despite his career of indisputable brilliance! Everyone who adored me blacklisted him! That decrepit bastard with his phony look of an aging saint! A proud contrarian he called himself! The moment he dared to dispute me his career was finished! I made sure of that!

But then that Judas, Patrick Moore, that defector from Greenpeace, attacked me! The co-founder of Greenpeace exposed the Anti West, Anti Capitalistic, Marxist Communist radicals infiltrating it! The extreme agendas which demanded the destruction of all Advanced World energy including not only coal and oil and natural gas but hydro dams! All energy except solar panels and wind turbines! All energy! Including stopping the Third World from modernizing! And stopping all GMO and especially golden rice which was cutting world famine in half and saving millions from starvation and blindness when there was absolutely nothing whatsoever wrong with golden rice!

It was the theory of it! Golden Rice! Golden Rice had to be banned! If it was seen as a life saver, which it was, then who knows what might have happened next! Which was more important? Saving millions of poor people from starvation and blindness or saving the purity of the food supply? Moore called the environmental movement the new cult. The new religion. And he warned it was destroying science. He compared my theory to the 18th amendment outlawing liquor. A glorious utopian ideal bound to failed horribly and leave America in a worse place instead of a better place. I had to destroy him before he could destroy me! I am trying to save the planet! I had to be ruthless! I am trying to save the planet!

Then Dr Don Easterbrook attacked me! Prof Terry Lovell! Fuck their PHDs! Who the hell did they think they were to attack me! Then Judith Curry! Talk about a woman scorned! That mousey scientist turned into a hellion when she discovered she had been lied to! I had to destroy them! I was saving the planet! They were the enemies! I had to destroy them! Then Coleman who founded the Weather Channel! That ruddy faced scientific imitation of Santa Claus! He called my theory a 'scam of the highest order' and 'sheer nonsense! Calling me an ignoramus! And amateur! Exasperated that anyone would take me and my theory seriously! My minions arranged for businessmen to take his creation, the Weather Channel, away from him but that jovial heretic just doubled down on his heresy! I had to destroy him before he destroyed me! I am trying to save the planet! My mission in life! To save the planet! Only I can save the planet! Why couldn't they understand only I can save the planet?

Then that physicist William Happer attacked me! How I enjoyed his grey face and grey eyes and grey hair turning ever greyer as my minions attacked him and dragged him through the gutters! Getting him fired! Thrown in jail! God! How the hell did he escape that last prison? Some unknown person paid bail so he could abscond and the pathetic grey man apologized on Youtube for absconding to leave the unknown supporter who paid his bail in the lurch. To go into hiding! Probably in some secret lair! But he refused to apologize to me! Me! Me! Who the hell did that bastard Happer think he was? So what if he was a famous American physicist before he crossed me! Sitting before every cross examiner who usually did not know a damn thing while patiently explaining with his sad grey face and sad grey eyes why I was wrong! Patiently suffering the ignorance of the world as if Jesus H Christ! His thin lips and Yankee twang prattling on about his garden when he was not contradicting me! I had to destroy him! I had to destroy him before he destroyed me! I am trying to save the planet!

Then Piers Corbyn attacked me! That mad brother of that fool who destroyed the British Labor Party! That ridiculous lower class blue collar English second rate copy of Einstein! Wild hair and thick spectacles and nervy hands waving in the air! So what if he was a astrophysicist and metrologist! How can you take anyone seriously who used to bet with bookies on the notorious British weather to prove his crazy solar cycle theory of weather! So what if he won so many bets the bookies refused to take his bets even if the Royal Society could not explain why he was better than they were at predicting the weather! Who gives a damn about weather! Weather is not climate! How can you take such a fool seriously who trumped BBC weather experts while working out of some hole in the wall office in some hole in the wall laboratory no one ever heard of? It was not even an corner office! You can't take someone seriously who does not have a fancy office! Who feuded with the Royal Society! That bastard called my supporters a disgrace to science! I had to destroy him! Where the hell is that rat hiding? I am trying to save the planet! Not that miserable blue collar human rodent! How could that miserable lower class human rodent possibly comprehend my mission to save the planet?

Then John Casey attacked me when he was not competing against Piers Corbyn for amassing the best weather forecasts! Weather is not climate! So what if I don't have a PHD like them! So what if I am not a scientist like them! So what if he used to be the star of NASA! So what if he used to be the prima donna of the Space and Science Research Center! So what if 3000 ex NASA scientists and seven retired NASA astronauts backed him and signed a petition against NASA after Casey was exiled! Damned! Banned! And my minions were appointed to run NASA! That silver haired whippet of a nonentity defied me! Obama and me! Me! Me!

Why are so many of my scientific enemies bespeckled lean grey men with thin lips and PHDs? Calling my theory 24 years of propaganda! Quietly warning about solar cycles and 206 cycles and 407 cycles and the coming little ice age cluster cycle! The coming 11,500 - 12,000 end to the Holocene Age cycle! Warning of a cold sun! 'Where there is a trough there is also pigs' he said as he poised as if performing the play 'An Enemy Of The People' with himself cast in the staring role! Obama exiled him to the wilderness so only pathetic fly over Red State Libertarians invited him to pathetic survivalist lectures how to survive 2030! How pathetic is that? Only crack pot Ragnarok Survivalists ever took his crazy coming ice age seriously! My computer models proved conclusively that all ice and snow would vanish from the planet forever and mankind faced death by global warming! The planet is burning up! I theory proved it conclusively! This anomaly of ice and snow is just that! An anomaly! A pause! A hiatus! It is going to happen! And I and only I can save the planet!

Then Doctor Bell attacked me! Another Canadian! God! Shoot all Canadians! Him and Steyn both! They were sued and counter sued Mann for his hockey stick! The keystone graph of my entire theory! Bell the human rubber ball! Bald and round and bouncing in his enthusiastic heresy! God shoot him and Colman the scientific Santa Claus both! I don't give a damn about his PHD and academic laurels! I pulled strings to damn him to the wilderness of academia respectability! Calling my theory the greatest fraud since the Pitdown Man! How dare him! Saying I was conspiring to use the UN Panel of Climate Change to gain control of the world's power supplies! Of course I was! That was the point! I had to destroy him before his heresy destroyed the planet!

Then everyone attacked me! Sallie Baliunas! John Christy! Ole Humlum! Wibjorn Kininmonth! Tom Segalstad! Nir Shaviv! Syn-Ichi Akosofu! Harrison Schmitt that damn ex astronaut! Then they all attacked me! Arthur Robinson! David Bellamy! Lennart Bengtsson!Ivar Giaever! Steven Koonin! Richard Lindzen! Nils - Axel Morner! Garth Paltridge! Roger Pielke! Denis Rancourt! Peter Stibs! Philip Stott! Hendrick Tennekes! Fritz Vahrenholt! Khabibullo Abdusamatov! Ian Clark! Cris de Freitas! David Douglas! Wibjorn Kininmonth! Anthony Lupo! Iam Plimer! Micola Scafetta1 Tom Segalstad! Kary Mullis! Claude Allegre! Pal Brekke! More and more all of the time! Coming out of the woodwork to destroy me! I had to destroy them first before their heresy destroyed the planet!

Then that damn Oregon Petition signed by 31487 scientists happened! Then the 3000 ex-NASA scientists and astronauts signed a petition protesting the politicalizing of NASA and NOAA data by Obama and myself. Then every heretic joined the crusade to humiliate me! Led by that wonky eye buffoon Lord Monckton! They questioned my sincerity and lack of PHD! They disputed my knowledge! They exposed my college inspiration to be a debunked theory recanted by a debunked professor! Then every jackal lunged!

But the worse Judas of all was my Brutus! Michael Crichton the scientific novelist! That Judas insisted we were still the best of friends even as he stabbed me in the back! Coming out with that book 'State Of Fear'! Saying I was wrong! My book was wrong! My movie was wrong! My theory was wrong! Calling the environmental movement a cult. A religious cult! With me as the cult leader! A cultist damning anyone who contradicted me as a heretic! He warned that humanity cannot treat science as a cult or a religion because science is the exact opposite of a religious cult or religion! And when scientists are damned as not only deniers but heretics then science is destroyed by fanaticism! He said global warming was a cult! He said if anything, humanity faced death by ice! Not death by fire! His tragically premature death was the only thing which saved me!

Then my enemies proved I enriched myself on the Carbon Stock Exchange after meeting with the Enron mastermind! They exposed the fact I amassed 102 million dollars from my theory! Then became a billionaire! They exposed my exorbitant speaking fees! They exposed my connections to Green Energy schemes which were ponzi schemes! They exposed the billions hemorrhaging out of public coffers for the Green Industries which were all dead losses! A squandering of tax payer monies for bunkum! Nothing economically sustainable! Nothing actually achieving anything worthwhile! The disaster from the carbon asset investment bubble! The fact I raised $218 million from investors and invested not in green schemes but rather hedge funds! The fact the Capricorn investment scheme was a money laundering scheme! The fact low carbon investment deals were dead losses! The fact I made windfall profits from selling CO2 offsets while exploiting cap and trade which I helped to write into law! That the cape and trade scheme was a speculator's wet dream!

The fact the cost of 'carbon craziness' was a black hole! A money pit! All to promote schemes which simply failed to deliver cheap and reliable energy in any way, shape, or form! The fact this carbon craziness was costing the US economy almost two trillion a year on top of three trillion a year in big governmental bureaucracy costs on top of trillions on UN taxes which was bleeding the US GDP by 12 -14%! Even the Small Business Admin admitted the carbon craziness was destroying small businesses and farms and wreaking the main street and ordinary Americans and bankrupting American cities being buried in unexpected winter snows and blizzards and ice and sleet and hail! Agriculture was being hit! And the social costs were hemorrhaging out of control! That Europe was facing 300% energy increases and if we imposed our draconian goals on Americans the cost would be just as bad! Even worse! All to achieve UN mandated goals which could only be achieved by de-industrializing America back to the level of the 1880s! Wiping out all of the few jobs left to American blue collar workers! All as it was exposed that I made $70 million through the sale of the Al Jazeeza Satellite package ---- courtesy of an Oil Kingdom!

Then my enemies exposed the deaths of the poor people in third world countries because of the global warming crusade! From poverty! Hunger! Primitive infrastructure! Lack of light or heat or sanitation or food preservation! Diseases! Pollution from smokey fires! The destruction of the forests! All because of the denial of cheap electricity! Millions were dying every year in the Third World and especially Africa ---- because of me!

And then they pointed out that my policies just outsourced industry and manufacturing to dirty backward nations which simply moved the pollution and CO2! And my policies also increased the pollution and CO2 because Third World nations did not have any pollution standards whatsoever! The West did! The West could manufacture with clean technology! Not the countries the manufacturing was being outsourced to! China and India alone spewed out more pollution and CO2 than the entire rest of the world combined! If the entire Western Advanced World vanished China and India would still destroy the planet! So my policies which de-industrialized and impoverished the Advanced World only destroyed the Advanced World! It did not save the planet!

And then they pointed out that Third World poverty always caused gross over population while the Developed Advanced World always resulted in a carefully controlled population. Quality of people instead of quantity of people. My theory was not only keeping Third World people poor but was directly contributing to gross over population of people in the poorest zone, the unstable Tropic Zone, and therefore spawning the migrant crisis as out of control over population along with war and disease and famine propelled millions and millions and millions of people into the Advanced World nations of the North and South Hemispheres! Thus de-stabilizing the Western Advanced World! They even pointed out that my Corn for biofuel for cars scheme caused African famines. Africa was dangerously depended on American corn charity while the cars running on corn biofuel were MORE polluting! Not less polluting!

Libertarian Republicans jumped on the fact my crusade was dis-industrializing as well as destabilizing the Advanced World while preventing the industrializing of the Third World resulting in gross over population in the poorest nations while also contributing to the enrichment of India, China, South Korea, and Japan as well as the exploitation of sweat shop Asian countries! Enriching global corporations and global banks but not ordinary citizens! Angry white workers and miners who saw their jobs outsourced to Asia because of rigged treaties and too expensive energy costs caused by global warming schemes voted for dangerous Alt Right fascists like Trump or Brexit! Working class people watching their energy bills sky rocket panicked! Especially as the winter storms became worse and worse! Black ghettos where jobs vanished exploded in rage into orgies of looting and rioting! Main Street small businesses whacked by high energy costs and carbon taxes and Agenda 21 taxes rebelled! Small family farms were being ruined! Small rural towns were being ruined! Fly over Red states were being ruined! The Rust Belt was being ruined! Even expendable Blue cities like Detroit and Flint and Boston and Pittsburgh and Cleveland and Baltimore and even Chicago and Philadelphia were being ruined!

All as the urban wealthy and upper middle class insider players and big banks and bigger global businesses and even bigger crony corporations as well as Silicon cities were profiting royally while passing the costs to the working poor who were getting ever poorer! A few making billions on the new Carbon Cap and Trade Market and Green Energy ponzi schemes! Billions in Green schemes! Billions in taxes to finance Green schemes benefitting the insiders! Not the outsiders! Trillions in taxes! Which the rich were not paying! Only the little people who were being wacked by the social costs of saving the earth! Almost none of which trickled down to anyone! Or achieved anything whatsoever! The usual New World Order Suspects getting the graft as everyone else got the shaft!

All as the supposed democratically elected governments of the North West Advanced World nations ceded their constitutional national authority to the UN and EU while ignoring the fears and desperation of their voters! The UN Climate Panel becoming an all powerful new world order government ruled by non elected bureaucrats acting like autocrats! Millions becoming billions becoming trillions in taxes and reparations! Every nation being bled dry! Micro regulations no less than taxes becoming ever more oppressive and draconian as the CO2 goals grinded ordinary people down to a pulp! The goals only achievable if every advanced country of the North West Hemisphere totally dis-industrialized and if the Third World was never allowed to industrialize! Reducing everyone to a sort of New Medieval Dark Age!

Even I had to admit it was absolutely impossible to achieve the goals set by the UN Agenda 21 Panel on Climate Chang while also transferring the immorally accrued wealth of the Industrialized World to the Third World in leu of their industrializing! It would result in the slow motion destruction of Western Civilization! So I plowed all of the money I made in Green Investments and the Carbon Cap and Trade Stock Market into the building of this! The machine to save the world! And it was saving the world! From the most deadly pollution on earth! CO2! And from them! Them! Them!"

"From those monsters spawn from the Industrial Revolution! The Morlocks!" the small female Green hissed.

"To prove I was right! To prove they were wrong and I was right! To prove I was saving the planet!"

"And you were saving the planet! We were saving the planet!" the fanatic Marxist Greens screamed.

"After all! It was the North West Hemisphere which birthed the Industrial Revolution which imperiled the world!" the heavily set man shouted. "Industries! Factories! Mines! Coal! Fossil fuels! Cheap electricity! All for consumer products and luxuries for the bourgeoisie!"

"Capitalism!" the fanatical Green hissed. "The heart of the evil which threatens the earth is Capitalism! The Industrial Revolution happened because of Capitalism! But for Capitalism the earth would be safe! Pure! Uncontaminated by the enemies of the earth! Humanity!"

"Industrialists!" other fanatic Greens shouted.

"Manufacturers!" other fanatic Greens shouted.

"Businessmen!" other fanatic Greens shouted.

"Corporations and banks!" other fanatic Greens shouted.

"Big businesses! Small businesses!"

"Big farms! Small farms!"

"Big enterprises! Small enterprises!"

"Big initiatives! Small initiatives!"

"Big schemes! Small schemes! Any scheme!"

"Big ambitions! Small ambitions!"

"Big dreams! Small dreams! Any dream but our dream!"

"For the bourgeoisie!" other fanatic Greens shouted.

"And who always protects Capitalism? The worst of the worst who also encourages the fiends!" other fanatic Greens shouted.

"The Right!" the fanatic Greens screamed. "The Alt Right! Those fascists! Those Nazis! Those Kippers! Those Identitarians! Those Libertarians! Those Christians! Those Red State mucky mucks! Those neo nationalists! Those home grown reactionaries! Those bourgeoisie!"

"Enemies of everything we believe in!" the Greens shouted. "Enemies of social justice! Enemies of Cultural Marxism! Enemies of Communism! And enemies of the Earth!"

"How that traitor Moore betrayed us!" the leader of the fanatic Greens shouted. "That bastard co-founded Greenpeace and then denounced it after the fall of Communism when the Faithful jettisoned by the fall of Communism embraced Environmentalism as its replacement!"

"Our new cult to replace a temporarily discredited cult! A new religion to replace all other religions!"

"No!" another fanatic Green shouted. "We embraced Environmentalism to circumnavigate around the failure of the fall of the Soviet Union and every other Communistic nation from Eastern Europe to Cuba to North Korea to China until it defected to the siren call of Capitalism! To circumnavigate around the deluded Right who thought they had defeated us! To circumnavigate around that boasting rooster Reagan! To infiltrate the schools and universities and the environmental movement to plunge a stiletto into the heart of Capitalism by way of the environmental crusade! And the best way was to embrace Global Warming to attack Capitalism at its Achilles Heel: the Industrial Revolution!

Stop cheap energy and you stop the wheels of industry and manufacturing! Stop the wheels of industry and manufacturing and you stop productivity! Stop productivity and you stop consumerism! Stop consumerism and your stop the bourgeoisie! Stop the bourgeoisie and you destroy the engine of prosperity which propels every capitalistic Advanced World nation of the North West Hemisphere! Bribe the corrupt global banks and corporations with crony insider deals and the importation of cheap migrants to drive down wages and destroy unions! Deconstruct Western Civilization by unraveling the family! Destroying religion! Besmirching culture! Twisting history into a litany of colonial evils! Degrade national achievements! Befoul national heroes! Turn heroes into villains and villains into heroes!

Castrate male self worth! Pollute femininity! Abort motherhood! Damn fatherhood! Ridicule ideals! Erode values! Unravel national identity! Undermine cultural self confidence! Import millions and millions and millions of alien peoples from Third World Failed States who will destabilize the indigenous people and melt the glue of social cohesion which keeps a nation intact! Infect the people with suspicion and fear and paranoia! Encourage spying and informing! Turn rebels into pariahs! Turn terrorists into victims! Turn decent people into enemies! Turn perverts into good role models and turn good role models into perverts! Label the truth 'fake news'! Turn Big Lies into the truth! Turn the media into propaganda! Punish anyone who dares to tell the truth! Censor social media! Censor every though in every terrorized person's head1 Spy on everyone! Deconstruct sanity! Throw in autocratic, micro managing, strangling bureaucracy and autocratic totalitarian regimes masquerading as the EU and UN and voila! You overthrow and conquer the Capitalistic World without firing a shot!"

"So what if energy poverty creates economic poverty!" another fanatical Green shouted. "So what if we shut down every industry and factory and mine and business and enterprise in every nation of the West! Shutting down the entire economy!"

"And turn the universities into safe zones of utter madness!"

"And turn science into a religion of shared delusions!"

"And use Islam as both a Trojan Horse and the ultimate cult!"

"And use millions and millions and millions of angry Muslim Male Migrants of War Age as our army without uniforms!"

"The enemy of my enemy is my temporary ally! The one thing we share with those violent terrorists and fundamentalists is a pathological hatred for the West!"

"So what if we dragged the West back to a pre-industrialized era of medieval poverty! Medieval poverty is better! Dragging the world back to a more primitive time is better! Before industry! Before machinery! Before Capitalism! Before Science! Before Technology! Before the Middle Class! Before Democracy!"

"Democracy, freedom, and rule of law! For us these words have absolutely no value any longer! Erdogen! Our accidental ally!"

"Making everyone equal as in generic! Generic interchangeable units! Each to his talent! Each to his need! But according to the lowest common denominator! Flattened to the barest minimal definition of what it means to be human! Identity politics reducing everyone to interchangeable clogs in the universal grand plan! Rations for everyone! Needs pared down to the barest minimum! Every uppity nail hammered down! Every defiant rebel executed! Every success story crushed! Every ambition trampled! Everyone toiling together shoulder to shoulder for the common good! For the Commune! For the Environment! For the Planet! For the New World Order!"

" And we must keep the Third World of Africa pre-industrialized! Poverty is better! The primitive and primeval is always better! And if millions die from the lack of warmth and light and food and diseases so what! We are saving Mother Earth!"

"Because Mankind is the parasite devouring Mother Earth!"

"Mankind is the worm in the red apple! Mankind is a cancer devouring Mother Earth! Millions becoming billions! A disastrous over population which must be culled!"

"And as the Third World failed states in their acute poverty and nonstop wars persist in over procreating then they must be culled no less than the bourgeoisie! Fortunately the Advanced World bourgeoisie under breed so it will be so easy to kill them off! For they are the most dangerous!"

"While using the Third World males as cannon fodder in manufactured wars!"

"We must save the planet and if the only way to save the planet is to eradicate Mankind then we will eradicate Mankind!"

"And your theory about Global Warming was the perfect Trojan Horse! It equated CO2, a naturally occurring element in Nature, with man made capitalistic industrial pollution! It was perfect!"

"So what if it was all bogus science....." The fanatical Greens paused. Guilty. Exposing their radical agenda. But their leader was too self absorbed to hear what they were saying.

"But the Heretics sent saboteurs to blow up my beautiful machine!" the heavily set man cried. "My beautiful machine!"

"Aided and abetted by that 'snake' of a fireman who slithered the saboteurs into the bastion!" the female Green hissed as she wrapped her muffler over her grotesquely mutilated face to ward off the acute cold. "March and the snow is not melting! Only Kent and distant remote Cornwall are experiencing muddy spring! Only London is not besieged by ice and snow! The Thames has just melted! But no other river! And the harbors of the northern cities are frozen solid! But we were saving the world! Your machine was saving the world!"

"And the Heretics destroyed it! My beautiful machine!" the bitter, aging man shouted. He staggered through the snow to a gapping hole in a blown out wall. Then he gestured to twin distant glowing orbs, massive fortified and reinforced domes, on the far horizon. "We allowed only one damnable nuclear plant to continue to operate despite its deadly science to power this! My beautiful machine! To save the planet! To vindicate my theory! To reaffirm my hypothesis! To validate my Nobel Prize! I was right! I was right!" he screamed. "And the Heretics sued me and hounded me and humiliated me! Relentlessly! Disputing everything I predicted! Shredding my hypothesis! Tearing my computer models to pieces! Harping on every failure when time and again my predictions failed to materialize!

I was right! I was right! I can't explain why my computer models failed! I can't explain why everything I predicted would happen never happened! I can't explain the 'pause' or this unexpected ice age'! But I know I am right! I am right! And this machine would have saved the earth! And my enemies blew up my beautiful machine before I could prove I was right!" The man screamed in agony and fell to his knees in the snow. "I was right! I am right! The consensus was 97%! The world believed! The world believed! Until...... the Heretics rose up to destroy me!"

"31,487 scientists defected Sir! The Judases! And then 30,000 scientists and retired astronauts defected at NASA! The Judases! They stabbed you as if Brutus and his conspirators stabbing Caesar from behind! But we will have our revenge Sir! And we will slay the Heretics who betrayed you!"

The heavily set man staggered to his feet and lunged toward the blasted out wall to stare through the freezing cold and the strangely oppressive clouds at the distant glowing orbs which were two twin massively reinforced dome shielding a nuclear power plant and gigantic greenhouse. The last nuclear power plant on the island once known as Great Britain. "They are there! The fiends who betrayed me! Gloating! Gloating!"

"But we have found the lair where the worst of the Heretics are holed up Sir! And we will attack their Ragnarokkr Survivalist bastion!" The fanatical Green gestured to her machine gun. "We will kill them all! Your tormenters! The Heretics! The Morlocks!....."

Meanwhile, in that distant nuclear power plant under that glowing reinforced dome men and women busily buzzed about as if human bees in a hive. The command room was brisk. Tidy. Stainless steel. Bright electric lights. Machines neatly monitoring the generation of electricity to send west to York in the north and Wales in the west and Devon and Cornwall in the remote south west where the Rebels were massed to attacked the still occupied shires of the island and especially the still occupied capital city. London. The uniformed men and women wore tiny Saint David leeks on their sterile laboratory jumpsuits. Every Morlock industrious. "Tonight the Chimes will toll at Midnight!" one scientist whispered with joy. "At last! At last!"

"And the Morlocks will raise up from every secretive or hidden or subterranean stronghold or lair or bastion to wage war on the Eloi who have stolen our homeland!" another scientist replied in a whisper.

"Why are we whispering?" another scientist asked. "We are in a fortress! A Ragnarokkr Survivlist Bastion! The Battle to end WW III on this poor bleeding island will be waged in London!"

"And we are helping by providing electricity to power Morlock factories and farms and survivalist bastions and research facilities and fortresses and industrial installations!"

"We control pretty much the only power to be had on this benighted island now!" another scientist replied as she fussed with her Saint David leek. "I can't believe the fanatical Greens even blew up the last hydro dam! Even once peace is declared it will take us a century to rebuilt Great Britain!"

"I don't know" the Russian said as the Russian Morlock fingered her Saint David leek. "Such a strange symbol for the coming battle" Prof. Zharkova said. "In Russia it would be a radish! Robert Felix noted that during dire cold ages civilizations were both destroyed and reborn. New societies. New technologies. The Bronze Age occurred during a cold cycle. Ditto the Iron Age. The Medieval Age warm period was a tranquil lull but the direful Little Ice Age actually spawn more revolutionary changes. In farming. In technology. In urbanization. In science. The Dalton cold age was a pivotal era. It brought down Napoleon but also changed the equation of Europe. The Dark Age was dire as much because of the Islamic assault starting in 666 as its baneful weather. The Late Classical Era had been rebounding until the Muslims launched their destructive and brutally sadistic blitzkrieg.

And we Morlocks have been forced to reinvent so much during this second blitzkrieg of the Surtr. This second world war. This second war of civilizations. The new temporary hydro dam technology. The reinventing of the ice dome to withstand glaciers. New solar generation based on snow and the albedo effect. The first tidal energy generators which actually work. Subterranean survivalist bastions. New manufacturing. New inventions. The desperate need to improvise and the desperate need to survive has forced us to new levels. If there is an empire which is being devoured it is not so much us as the Islamic Levant and Africa.

Between the extreme weather, the droughts, the famines, the disruption of satellites and transportation, the ceasing of commercial agriculture and manufacturing and pharmaceuticals which we have always dominated and exported to the Surtr, as well as the nonstop plagues and wars, the Surtr in their deceptively safer Tropic Zone states are being destroyed more than us. The Ring of Fire is destroying them! Their own wars and backward fanaticism are destroying them! Islam and its medieval mentality is destroying them! Just like before! Despite the glaciers and dire winters and too brief summers reeking of blight we are coming back! Just like when the West was first brought to its collective knees in 666! We are fighting back! Throwing off the bloody occupation! Throwing off the chains of the Divine Slavery!

Just like how the Crusades bought the West time to rebound and defeat the Surtr! We are rebounding and defeating the Surtr again in this new war! We will liberate the West again! And the Surtr will end up destroying themselves again! The people who will emerge into a new Ragnarokkr will be the West! As if a phoenix! The people who will fall back into another benighted age of ignorance and backwardness and poverty will be the Surtr! Just like before! The Surtr can ravish and butcher and destroy but they cannot hold their ill-gotten gains! Much less build a lasting empire! Much less produce a Renaissance or Great Divergence! We will have a Second Renaissance! We will have a second Great Divergence! We will again be the Advanced World! The Surtr from the Southwill again be nought but a collection of Third World failed states! As before! As always! As they will ever be! A rag tag parasitic collection of failed states of vicious, envious, murderous fanatics who only give birth to war and destruction! Plagues and famines! And jihad and death! And we will never again make the same mistake of thinking that a snake can change its spots or the Surtr can evolve to become a peaceful and rational people who can be trusted!"

"Ever the optimist! But I can hang on as long as you don't lose hope! You have played a great role Prof Zharkova!" the other scientist said. "Are your comrades safe in their petit Ragnarokkr Survivalist bastion?"

"Yes! Yes! No one knows where they have concealed themselves! And they are doing vital work monitoring the few remaining satellites and drone weather monitors and Argo ocean devices as well a hybrid solar panel covered hydrogen airship which has been circling the earth for nearly nine years! Manned by five heroic scientists! And someday my comrades will tell the world that the Ragnarok Ice Age is over! And it is now Ragnarokkr! The New Age promised by the awakened Sun! The return of the promised Grand Solar Maximum!"

"But will it come?"the another scientist wept as she brushed tears away from her gaunt face. "Will it come? Is the sun...... dying? Or is it the return of the Pleistocene Ice Age!"

"No! Have faith!" the Russian scientist cried as she hugged her fellow scientist.. "We must have faith! Faith and data! And my comrades will ferret out the data to reaffirm our faith that this terrible cycle will end! Must end! And winter will end! Must end! And this little ice age will end! Maunder or not! Hopefully not a Maunder! 206 years perhaps! A Dalton perhaps! But not a Maunder! Not a civilization breaker! And the sun spots will reappear! And the sun will waken from its hibernation! And the earth will once again be ......warm!"

"Warm!" another scientist said as she rolled the word on her tongue as if honey.

"Warm!"

"Warm!"

In the other glowing dome massively reinforced to withstand fierce storms and snows more white jumpsuit scientists monitored the lush green forest. "Did you enjoy checking out our vertical greenhouse?" the scientist asked the construction engineer.

"Yeah! It is huge! The size of a warehouse!"

"It produces so much micro grains and greens and berries and vegetables and mushrooms as well as fodder we can feed our chickens and pigs and sheep as well as ourselves! And help the local farmers who the authorities deliberately keep starving."

I hear the farmers have to hide everything. It is hard to hide a greenhouse or a field of wheat" the construction engineer told the scientist.

"How is the construction of the new domes coming along?" the immaculate white jump suited scientist asked the grimy blue collar construction engineer pausing for a tea break. The construction engineer scratched his beard. His more grimy blue collar factory boiler suit contrasted with the pristine white of the scientist. "The tropical dome? The garden dome?" the scientist asked eagerly. "The aqua / fish dome? The harvest dome? The meadow dome?"

"I am amazed the Welsh steel works can spare any steel for us during this war" one blue collar engineer replied as he drank his weak tea. "How often have these tea leaves been reused?"

"Don't ask! Pretend it is tea! It is the memory of tea! And Ragnarokkr Survivalist domes are a high priority because we don't know when this ice age will end. Mankind might only be saved by Ragnarokkr Survivalist domes and bastions. We are even developing subterranean aqua fish farming schemes for underground cities powered by surface snow albedo generators. As the glaciers invade that might become the only way Mankind might be able to ride out this ice age."

"This is the memory of water! Not tea!" the construction engineer said a he stared at the weak liquid in his mug. "The harvest dome will be dome in another month. The garden dome will be done in two months. Then the meadow dome. The aqua / fish biosphere will be completed last."

"Good!"

"This dome is amazing!" the construction engineer said as he marveled at the towering trees in the artificial eden.

"We are recycling the CO2 exhaust through the dome atmosphere to feed the plants. The trees and vegetables and herbs are devouring it as if gluttons."

"Not inhaling it?" the engineer asked.

"No. Plants eat CO2!" the scientist replied. "Trees exhale Oxygen. We inhale Oxygen and exhale CO2. That makes us a symbiosis. Multiple life forms who mutually co-exist in an interdependent relationship of mutual need and co dependancy. Each needing the other to survive."

"The way the aqua / fish biosphere will use water and fish to nurture the plants? No soil at all? The plants floating in containers on top of the water / fish?"

"Exactly!" the scientist replied. "Biological life needs botanic life. Botanic life needs biological life. Parasites and organisms and insects and animals and humans generate CO2 to feed botanic life. And all life as it decays also generates CO2. So do volcanos and fossil fuels. Because botanical life requires the most CO2 to live. And all biological life needs botanical life to live. And humans need both biological life and botanical life to live. So we need to provide botanic life with CO2.

Believe me! A plant ingests oxygen only at the last resort as if a bitter poison! And the more CO2 botanic life ingests, the less pores are required. So the less water is lost. So less water is required. We just have to adjust the fertilizer and monitor the soil chemistry." The scientist reached up and checked the early buds of the apple tree. "Nicely proceeding obvious to the slow spring. Light could be better. We must adjust the artificial lights a tad I think. The grey clouds outside and ice and sleet and snow does not provide enough light."

"Why did you tailor this dome for trees?" the engineer asked as he surveyed the apple tree. In the artificial light the entire enormous dome was filled by trees. Mulch. Decay. Mushrooms. Wild flowers. Forest flora. And insects along with bee hives.

"Well we longed for a forest and we needed to save the endangered English oaks and chestnuts and beeches and elms. Fruit trees are nice. We ended up with a forest dome. But having a harvest dome will be nice too! So will a tropic dome! A meadow dome! Grandmother's Garden dome! The aqua / fish dome! It is amazing to think the meadow dome will have sheep and birds and hedgehogs and insects. All of the life which once meadows and hedges used to provide. Oh! Beware that swan over there. She is peevish pecker! Anyway! We are cloning specimens of the lost London Park trees for New London. We just sent a batch off to create New Regent Park. But fruit trees are always nice. Apple. Pear. Plum. Cherry. Kumquat. An acquired taste I confess! Orange. Lemon. Tangerine. Mango. But we need to transplant the tropic trees to a better dome! Nut trees are thriving now too. Walnut. Chestnut. Almond. We are a mother nursery to supply other Ragnarokkr Survival Bastions. Nothing to compare with Cornwall Biosphere of course! That is huge!"

"We studied it for your upgrade" the engineer said as he stroked the apple tree as if a rare and wonderful thing. "Snow is killing off so much of our landscapes. It just does not melt in the north. Not at all. Just piles up into mountains. Feeds the Scottish glaciers. Scottish glaciers have taken over most of the Highlands now. Apparently snow has defensive mechanisms to foil melting, Unbelievable! So the snow is just not melting. Cold blankets covering the earth. Reflects the sun's warmth away from the earth so the earth cannot absorb the warmth and warm up. I thought killing the fiendish machine was suppose to save us?"

"Their fiendish machine or our fiendish machine?" the scientist replied ironically. "It is open to debate depending on which side of the ideological divide you are on! Nuclear power is lighting and heating and feeding this biosphere. A lot of the Ragnarokkr Survivalist Bastions. And we are also firing up once illegal coal powered plants and rebuilding once illegal hydro dams to power Ragnarnokkr Survivalist domes and bastions. Also our Welsh mines and steel mills and factories. Our enemies see all of that as fiendish. Fiendish machines. They see the entire Second Industrial Revolution as one gigantic fiendish machine. A rebellion against their de-industrialization and abrogation of what the West once represented. The Modern Advanced World."

"What did their fiendish machine do?" the blue collar construction engineer asked as he eyed the peevish pecking swan as it strutted brazenly past him.

"She is a relic of the British Thames swans. Entitled creatures! Dreadfully spoiled by us. A Queen's swan. See the mark on her beak? She might have the mind set of an Eloi but we are compelled to tolerate her arrogance because of her beauty and pedigree as a Queen's swan. Her mate is more gracious at least. Anyway! Their fiendish machine was created to destroy every speck of CO2 on the entire planet."

The grimy construction engineer looked dazed at the pristine white sheathed scientist. "But didn't you say CO2 was the stuff of life?"

"Yes" the scientist said as he stroked the apple tree. "It is. One of the smallest gases on the planet but also one of the most essential without which there is no possibility for life on earth. Every plant would die. All of botanical life would die. Then all of biological life would die. Not by fire but by ice. Starvation while freezing."

"I don't understand?" the engineer said. "Are you saying that fiendish machine accelerated this nightmare? This Maunder of an Ice Age? This frozen nightmare destroying the entire Northern Hemisphere? East and West? As well as part of the Southern Hemisphere? Destroying the Industrialized Advanced Worlds?"

The scientist chuckled ruefully. "Nor do I understand their fanaticism! The fanatics brainwashed the ignorant to think of CO2 as the most dangerous industrial pollutant on the planet. As if something which was radioactive. Poisonous. CO2 is a natural occurring and absolutely essential ingredient for life on earth. CO2 might be symbolic of industry but it was never an industrial pollutant. A byproduct. But not an industrial pollutant. The ocean contains tons of CO2. Volcanos spew out tons. Biological life spews out tons. Insects alone spew out more CO2 than all of humanity. It is in the atmosphere and earth and oceans. It is in every living thing. It is in the rot and decay. It is in every breathe we breath out. And besides feeding botanical life on which biological life depends CO2 warms the earth so it does not end up like the Moon. Frozen. Lifeless.

CO2 impacts water vapor and cloud formation to let in just enough solar magnetic energy and light and warmth. Not too little! Not too much! That makes CO2 the 'Goldilocks' element. The exact trigger between CO2 and water vapor and cloud formation is still eluding us. Something to do with solar winds and cosmic rays. But satellites proved that CO2 no less than volcanic ash has an intimate effect on water vapor and cloud formation. An intimate and essential role!

The earth has always been remarkably stable despite of or because of amazingly extreme cycles of alternating warm ages and ice ages. Clearly natural feedbacks are built in the earth's climate which acts like dampeners to disburse CO2 outward via clouds into the upper atmosphere if it becomes too concentrated during natural occurring warm cycles. Contrary to Gore, no hot spots in the atmosphere ever developed. Not one! The water vapor and clouds radiated surplus CO2 off into the upper atmosphere. There was no buildup at all. Unlike volcanic ash and sulfur which can build up lethally because that triggers massive cloud formations and therefore decreases warmth while increasing rain, hail, sleet, ice, and snow which creates albedo and feeds the glaciers.

And we now also know that CO2 is a symptom of the warming or cooling cycles. The notorious ice bores which Al Gore misunderstood so grotesquely prove that CO2 has a time lag. It raises or drops depending on cycles of warming or cooling. It does not cause! It is an effect! Apparently part of the 800 year time lag of the oceans which spews out CO2 in warm cycles and then hordes CO2 in cold cycles. Why? We are still discovering that! But the important thing Gore failed to understand is that the wavy up and down CO2 line in the ice bores FOLLOWED the rise and fall of heat or coldness! Following something is not causing something!"

"So CO2 is a symptom" the blue collar construction engineer said as the peevish peckish swan hissed at him. "Not the cause. The effect. A byproduct of some other force or causation of the change of temperature. And the wavy up and down line of warmth or coldness is a cycle! Therefore not a build up!"

"Exactly!" the scientist said as both men moved aside for the peevish pecking swan to swagger past them. "You understand more than Gore ever did! Nature has cycles. Warm cycles. Cold cycles. Each cycle has built in feedbacks and dampeners to restrain the excess of heat or coldness. Over millions of eons nature balanced and tempered the excesses of the cycles caused by the triggers which of course are the sun's cycles of on and off radiation and magnetism and solar winds as well as cosmic factors such as Cosmic Rays and the Birkeland Currents which radiate out of the Milky Way. To be exact: the Orion Nebula."

"Sun spots! Sun winds! Sun radiation! Sun flux! Sun coronal holes!" the grimy construction engineer said as the peevishly pecking swan hissed malevolently at him before wadding away.

"Did you know the Hollywood director of the 'Bride of Frankenstein' told the actress to hiss just like a swan? Anyway! And the sun spots are symptomatic of the sun's complex cycles based on combinations of 11 / 22 year cycles. In fact Prof Wheeler has found many solar cycles such as the 100 year cycle, the 170 year cycle, the 515 year cycle, and the 1030 year cycle. There is the 200 year De Vries cycle which Prof Casey modified into his 206 year cycle.. There is a 65 year cycle. There is a 407 year cycle. The sun spots are not only amazingly consistent, they are cues. No less than the Milankovitch Cycles. Like a toggle switch. Like a red light. Green light. Stop. Go. So the sun and moon and planetary movements and cosmos and atmosphere and earth and water and volcanic activity and the polar tilt and wobble and the earth's combination of a slight circular obit progressing into an acute ecliptic orbit along with the magnetic pole alternations of magnetism along with every element interplay in an elaborate dance of counterbalances of infinite complexity. The result: weather and climate! Weather is what happens over a year. Climate is what happens over a cycle.

Mankind's role in CO2 is infinitesimal in comparison. Rot generates more CO2 than we do! Termites generate more CO2 than we do! The raise in warming is less than between .03% and .05%. Well within the field of error. And entirely expected in a recovery from the Little Ice Age. Unless there was an increase of warming that would mean the earth was not rebounding from the Little Ice Age back to the previous Holocene optima warmth peak. And that would be a scary indicator of something dreadful! In fact the very slow decline of Holocene temperature over the majority of the intervening 8000 years from its original dramatic explosion out of a Pleistocene ice age into a 4000 year optima warmth peak meant the planet was not only recovering too slowly from the Little Ice Age but was in fact very slowly ebbing away from the peak of the Holocene back toward another Pleistocene."

"Translation?" the grimy construction engineer asked.

"That means we were still locked in an overall ice age dating back to the Pleistocene Big Ice Age. That would mean the Holocene is just a temporary warm phase."

"Those cartoon movies" the construction engineer said. "The wooly mammoth and sabertooth tiger and crazy squirrel and his worship of the idol the nut god."

"Exactly! The Pleistocene Big Ice Age! And PS! Even during that Big Ice Age the temperature cycle was quite extreme. Very warm. Very cold. Massive glaciers. Massive floods. Often cycling back and forth in as little as fifty years. And the glaciers did not cover the whole earth. Only the Northern Hemisphere and part of the Southern Hemisphere. The Tropic Zone was hot. But its weather was erratic with droughts and volcanos. The Holocene is a holiday interlude." The scientist slightly grimaced but did not tell the engineer about the typical shelf life of a Holocene holiday from icy hell on earth ---- which was fast approaching.

"So was that climate change or weather change?" the engineer asked.

"Clever! Exactly! A question our prophet of doom never bothered to study or ask! The scary thing is that the .05% 'recovery' of warmth meant we were barely eking our way out of the Little Ice Age and therefore was quite possibly ebbing back toward the perimeters of another Big Ice Age. Before the Big Ice Age and even during the Big Ice Age the planet was much warmer with much higher CO2 which of course is a symptom of warming. So we are still ensnared by the icy grip of Hel the goddess of Freezing Hell on earth. The planet is not successfully shaking off the Little Ice Age cold cycle cluster as it should have. So Gore fucked it all up! The actually minimal warming was barely a thaw! And now...well.... it has ...... stopped ......" Both men looked up at the dome which protected them from the horrific weather outside. The snow half caking the dome. The feeble sun struggling to break through the curiously oppressive grey clouds.

"God! The sun is fighting to break out and yet we still have off and on snow flurries this late in the season!" the construction engineer said softly with dread. "God! Will we have another year without a summer? We are out of food! The whole planet is out of food! You can't have year after year without summers or else too short summers or else anemic summers or else summers afflicted by torrents of rains and floods and hailstones the size of cricket balls and ice and sleet as late as June or harvests destroyed by too short of autumns! The harvest still born or else blighted by mold! I remember when I saw the first 'fairy snow' and the first 'fairy hair ice' dangling from trees. I thought it so beautiful. Like the icy upside down rainbows creating smilies in the cold sky! Now I dread the sight of them!"

"And the 'Constable Clouds' and 'Frozen Thames' yeah!" the scientist admitted. "Now we know the deadly beauty of the Snow Queen the lesbian lover of Hel the goddess of icy Hell on Earth! If Gore had used honest statistical graphs based on the zero foundation method of graphing then ordinary people looking at thousands of years of up and down gyrations would not have even been able to see a difference with their naked eye. It is actually so infinitesimal. And chopping off thousands of years and even hundreds of years to only show the 1950s upward was also criminally misleading.

The 1945-1950s era when industrialization around the world was starting to produce an upchuck in CO2 was a mini cooling age. Totally predictable. Leading to a mini warming age. Totally predictable. Alternating cycles. Totally predictable. 11/ 22 solar spot cycles. So was the 1975 cooling period. Not the end of the world which Hollywood movies and the press presented to scare people. Totally predictable. So was the 1990 warming with its El Ninos. Totally predictable. But they artfully manipulated the naturally occurring cycles to present a bogus global warming scenario instead of honestly presenting the reality of cycles. Cycles! Which CO2 does not entirely correlate! Only follow! An indicator! A symptom!"

"The 1945- 1950s cooling was a downward cycle while world industrialization was exploding. So CO2 was increasing. Increasing when temperatures were decreasing. Therefore not a correlation."

"Exactly!" the scientist exclaimed exasperated. "Why couldn't Gore comprehend that? Just as the feeble semi recovery from the worst of the Little Ice Age showed a 'shocking' rise of warmth when the Industrial Revolution was either not occurring yet or else was just starting to occur. Half of Gore's 'shocking' raise of global warming was in the 1660s and 1700s and early 1800s!"

"Because the earth was struggling to throw off the effects of the Little Ice Age' the construction engineer said "I remember now! All while hiding the 1930s Dust Bowl warming period. Which was extreme. Honest graphs show it was hotter during the Dust Bowl than any date except the 1998 El Nino. During a world wide depression was mass industrialization pouring tons of CO2 into the atmosphere? Another failure of correlation."

"Exactly! You get it! Why couldn't Gore?"

"I think Gore did get it! That is why his minions doctored the hockey stick to flatten the cycles and erase not only the Medieval Warm Period but the Dust Bowl as well!"

"But solar spot cycles do correlate. And not only correlate but the time lag is perfect! Solar activity happens first! Then weather on earth! Then CO2 follows behind like a shadow! Proving that CO2 is a symptom while the sun is the causation! And Gore's supporters also use land temperatures based on city readings. Concrete heats up the temperatures! While ignoring to tell the gullible that the upchuck in CO2 from natural warming and from industry, no denying that, but mostly simply as a byproduct of natural warming, also resulted in an agricultural revolution. No less than modern tractors and fossil fuel fueled modern farming methods and CO2 fertilizer and new GMO seeds like golden rice. The Green Revolution was exploiting CO2. Satellites recorded the growing greening of the earth. Literally! The greening of the planet as the plants grew and grew and grew! Starving plants gobbling up CO2! Gore and his minions neglected to tell anyone about that! Or that plants need warmth! Or the fact plants devouring CO2 while enjoying warmth are more drought resistant!"

"Naturally! He was making millions, billions, on the scheme" the construction engineer said. "And buying his luxurious sea front mansion while I was paying higher and higher and higher carbon taxes for more and more expensive heating during colder and colder winters! He did not want a tiny upchuck of manmade CO2 to be acknowledged as beneficial. Perhaps even tickling the Holocene 8000 something or other decline thing back upward!"

"Exactly!" the scientist said as he gestured with pride to a honey bee buzzing around.

"Climategate!" the construction engineer said as he eyed the bee more warily. "They chopped off the Medieval Warming Age and Dust Bowl Warming Age and Little Ice Age and its progeny of little cooling ages while hiding the post 1998 decline in temperatures to produce the bogus hockey stick graph!"

"Yeah! They chopped off the Oort Ice Age and Wolf Ice Age and the Spoerer Ice Age and the Maunder Ice Age and the Dalton Ice Age and the 1945-1950s Cold Age and the 1970s' Cold Age. They concealed the fact the 1998 El Nino only tied the Dust Bowl. And the tiny 2010 upchuck then plunged straight down into a decline. They chopped off the 1930s which was one of the hottest Warm Ages on record — of the 8000 Holocene decline ---- while failing to tell anyone that even the 1930s Dust Bowl paled compared to the previous twin optima warm periods of the Old/New Egyptian - Minoan Warm Ages which occurred in the first 4000 years of the start of the Holocene. They were gigantic eons of incredible warmth which have never been rivaled since. They chopped off the Medieval Warm Age and the Roman Warm Age which still excel our 'Gore Age' of 'calamitous warming' — while paling against the previous optima warm periods.

They concealed the entire shape of the Holocene. The drastic explosion of warming which started the Holocene. The amazing twin optima warm periods. A mere 4000 years. Then the slow decline of Holocene temperature over the next 8000 years. A very slow but undeniable decline — which they denied. And they chopped off the little Cold Ages which ended each Warm Age. Each cold age bringing down every civilization which peaked during each warm age. Like snow snuffing the last rose of summer. Each glorious civilization in the history of Mankind is nurtured by a warm age and snuffed out by a cold age. And Gore's minions presented the 1998 El Nino as evidence of a nonstop continuing and escalating trend line when it was a peak line. A peak followed by a pivot."

"The Pivot leading to The Decline ie The Pause ie the 'Hiatus' which the Climategate scientists were so desperate to conceal" the construction engineer said as he drank his weak tea. "In fact the Pivot ie the Pause ie the Decline ie the 'Hiatus' was the opening volley of this Grand Solar Minimum Little Ice Age. Right? Gore's so-called Global Warming Scare was simply the final last hurrah of a Modern Grand Solar Maximum warm period which was followed, as it must be followed, with a Grand Solar Minimum cold period. What was it? That cycle?"

"The 407 year cycle from the last Grand Solar Minimum. The Maunder Little Ice Age" the scientist told the blue collar engineer who was a fan of another blue collar scientist: Piers Corbyn. "Yeah. We hoped it might be a Dalton or perhaps an Oort. But it has proved to be another Maunder which means it is a cluster of 11 - 22 year cycles of coldness with tiny peaks where missing warm ages are suppose to be. Like 'Groundhog Dog'. That movie. The Grand Solar Minimum is a cold cycle which just keeps recycling over and over. The tiny peaks of fragile warmth just can't break through the feedbacks reinforcing the cold cycles. The coldness just keeps crushing any whiff of a warming."

"There are big and little cycles" the construction engineer said. "The killers are the big cycles. Clusters you call them. Cycles of 11 - 22 year solar spot cycles. And the biggest and baddish cycle of all is that 407 cycle thing which ushers in Grand Solar Minimums. Civilization breakers."

"Yeah" the scientist admitted.

"The glorious civilization known as the Great Divergence Northwest Hemisphere Advanced World and its progeny the ex-colonies scattered in the Southern Hemisphere, might be quite possibly snuffed out by this dire Little Ice Age" the construction engineer said. "Or is it another Big Ice Age? Not a snuffing out followed by a rebuilding but rather ..... well..... The End? Ragnarok without the Ragnarokkr?"

"I don't know! Honestly! I don't know!" the scientist admitted. "It is bad news for Mankind that the Advanced World nations are all in the North Hemisphere or else in the Southern Hemisphere. Not the Tropic Zone. China. Over half snowed in. South Korea. Glaciers invading the way they once feared North Korea invading. Japan. Snow choked except where its snowy volcanos are boiling. Hong Kong. Its harbor is frozen solid each year now. Canada. Only beleaguered Ragnarokkr survivalist bastions. Their cities along the parallel are frozen relics empty of life. That bastard Trudeau betrayed them royally! I don't know if there are any Russian Ragnarokkr survivlist bastions underground that might be surviving. The United States of America. Two thirds covered by snow now. The glaciers are marching south as if an invading army. Pitiless. South America is both covered by snow and destroyed by the Ring of Fire volcanos. Ditto Tropic Zone Mexico which was never a member of the Advanced World Club. Devoured by volcanos and droughts and the breakdown of civilization. They depended on America. Well.....

And then there is Australia. New Zealand. South Africa. All besieged by volcanic fire and ice and millions and millions and millions and millions and millions of starving migrants from the Third World failed states which are all in the Tropic Zone which used to be the Cradle of Civilization but now is the Tropic Zone of Chaos and War. And perversely the Tropic Zone is also the Zone of Malthus Bomb Over Population. Chaos and poverty always causes gross over population as well as high illiteracy and warfare. The Tropic Zone is also the War Zone of Islam. And every single Warm Age civilization Mankind enjoyed was destroyed by a Cold Age Dark Age as famine and the breakdown of law and order allowed invasions of barbarians bent on devouring the crumbling civilizations."

"The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Famine. Disease. War. And Death!" the construction engineer said softly. "With millions and millions and millions of Mos performing the role of the barbarians."

"But the fanatics were so obsessed with the myth of global warming destroying the earth they created a fiendish machine which resulted in the exact opposite! Destructive cooling! A predicted Grand Solar Minimum little ice age cycle which now keeps looping over and over and over. That was the original problem with the Maunder. It kept looping over and over and over as if the planet could not shake it off! That damn fiendish machine allowed the glaciers and snow to build up resistant feedbacks which magnify the causes of the freezing and resist any thawing. Like a domino effect. Once started it is hard to stop! And the impact of the four gas giants is not helping! Jupiter in particular has sinister magnetic poles which are impacting us dreadfully! The four gas giants are yanking our planet's orbit away from the sun! We have never been so far away! And during a Milankovitch tilt and wobble too! So our North Hemisphere is pointed away from the sun during winter. The worst time!"

"I remember reading how Piers kept protesting to the Naysayers that an ice is not a localized event!" the construction engineer said. "China kept records of every ice age which brought down every Chinese dynasty which perfectly recorded the ice ages which brought down every Western dynasty. And oh! The Maya calendar too! And the Inca!"

"Sure! And the ancient Indus Civilization!"

"Yeah! Localized my bony arse!"

"The Oort. The Wolf. The Sporer. The Maunder. The Dalton. The 1920s weenie. The 1945-1950s hell in a handbasket. The 1975 Hollywood disaster movie backdrop" the scientist recited. "Another weenie around 1988. Then the decline after 2010 which was just a weak blip after the El Nino peak of 1998. For the first twenty years Gore's minions including the media denied there even was a decline until they could not conceal the horror any longer. But by then the disaster was crushing us!"

"Yeah!" the construction engineer said as he sipped his weak tea. "The media refused to report the slow escalation of winters. The slow escalation of floods. Anomalies in spring or autumn which shouldn't have been happening at all. The weird cold temperatures. The freezing of rivers like the Danube. The Seine. Then the Thames. The sight of north Italy covered by snow. The sight of the pyramids covered by a dusting of snow. Not seen since the first world war. Lawrence of Arabia writing about that. But not seen since Lawrence of Arabia. Snow in Istanbul. Mount Everest becoming so murderous it was ordered shut down because of the increasingly killing blizzards. But at first it was all so creeping and the media refused to report it so no one noticed it! Any of it! As disaster inched up on us!

Gigantic floods hitting Australia and then kangaroos in snow. The New Zealand glaciers descending so fast tourists were warned to stay away or else possibly be trapped. South Africa hit by floods and then sleet and then hailstones. Then snow! The Nordic countries ambushed by terrible winters so fast they were totally unprepared. That and the fact the Mos were waging open war by that point. Weird ice circles slowly pin-wheeling in rivers. New York Central Park fountains freezing into cascades which no one could remember ever seeing before. Japan digging roads through towering mounds of snow over fifty feet tall. Ice hitting as far south as Florida. Nice. Greece. The media kept reporting it as freaks ---- when they reported the 'freaks' at all. All while continuing to insist each year was the 'hottest' on record! Then the Naysayers kept saying global warming would stop an ice age and even was causing the ice age! As if a greenhouse which causes warming can suddenly cause freezing as well! Even I knew bullshit when I heard that!"

"And the Naysayers were totally ignoring the 407 year Maunder Modern Ice Age cycle and the impact that the gas giants would have on our winter ecliptic orbit and the migrating pole fluctuations" the scientist said. "The internet voluntarily censored any mentions of any of this! Youtube was ordered by someone to take down every video of every climate heretic. That Adopt2030 channel. Then the Ragnarokkr survivalist channels. To stop all communication! Not one establishment legacy media channel reported any of it!"

"And them there Birkeland Currents things!" the construction engineer said." I remember how those bastards covered up the solar anomalies as they called the vanishing of the sun spots! The cosmic rays! The coronal holes! The slow but steady upchuck of volcanic activity. The upchuck of earthquakes. The slow rachet up of everything! I mean! Why didn't anyone want to report something like sun spots vanishing? The Birkeland Currents going all weird? The magnetic poles migrating? Gyrating? Not reporting why birds were getting lost and whales were beaching! Because their magnetic compasses inside their heads were being confused by the magnetic poles gyrating! Flamingoes lost in Russia! Monarch butterflies exterminated in Mexico snows! Nothing! Nothing was reported unless it 'proved' global warming!"

"Everything was crashing together during one 407 Grand Solar Minimum cycle" the scientist agreed. "Michael Crichton would have had a field day writing about that scientific disaster in the making! The fiendish machine might have very well pushed the planet over the edge! The final straw! The final disaster! And therefore Humanity might be condemned to extinction unless we can't tickle the normal cold cycle dampeners into stopping this damn cold cycle from feeding on itself and generating ever more freezing coldness. Weather events can create their own momentum. Antarctica for instance creates its own freezing weather. Ice Ages create their own freezing momentum. Its own feedbacks!

"Like that movie 'Groundhog Day'" the engineer said. "Like you said. Like the Scottish snow which conspires to prevent itself from melting to feed killer glaciers. I remember seeing it! Summer! And the damn stuff refused to melt! Conspired not to melt! You could crawl inside its icy underbelly! It was weirdly beautiful! But by the fifth summer it was becoming scary! An icy monster! Creeping relentlessly toward the cities! And no matter what the Scots did they could not stop it! And bit by bit it crushed and buried every town and city! Then it was at the very gates of Edinburgh! They were shooting at it with flame throwers! Nothing could stop it! It literally buried Edinburgh! Glasgow! Scotland! It is crossing the border toward York! Manchester! Carlisle. Didn't it weirdly detour around Carlisle? Carlisle the lucky city! Manchester the unlucky city!"

"Exactly! The forces which are generating the Grand Solar Minimum Ice Age are feeding on themselves and generating ever more ice and snow which are locking into the ice pattern. Fueling the momentum. It stopped the Jet stream and Gulf Stream. The oceanic oscillations. It locked in the El Ninas. It is locking in the nightmare cloud formations generating such terrible storms. Locking in the clash of extreme temperatures fueling such terrible storms. The sun's heat is radiating outward. The ocean's temperature is dropping and dropping and dropping so it is keeping its cache of CO2 locked up. The coldness is causing earthquakes which is causing volcanic eruptions which is feeding cloud formations which is feeding floods of rain and ice and sleet and hail and snow as well as radiating the sun's heat back into the sky.

The growing snow is creating albedo cold blankets of snow which are also reflecting the warmth away from the earth. Everything is locking into a prolonged and self perpetuating cold age. This cycling of coldness feeding on itself and creating its own momentum will destroy the Northern and Southern Hemispheres unless the cycle of self generating cold can be stopped. Our fragile civilization cannot survive another negative Milankovitch cycle of 100,000 years! We were just slowly exiting the Little Ice Age while still in the perimeters of the Big Ice Age! The earth was barely slowly warming back to its natural warmth on which all of life thrives the best!

The Maunder Ice Age almost destroyed both Western Civilization and Chinese Civilization! Previous ice ages destroyed the Minoan Civilization and Old Egypt and New Egypt and Babylon and Persia and the Roman Civilization and the Medieval Civilization. The Chinese documented every ice age which brought down every great dynasty. The Chinn Dynasty. The Oort destroyed that. The Jin Dynasty which also wiped out the Heian of Japan. What set off the Mongols? The famines of an ice age! The Yuin Dynasty which the Wolf Age destroyed. Another ice age. The Zheng Hu apex which the Spoerer ice age destroyed. The Ming Dynasty which the Maunder ice age destroyed as it damn near destroyed us. The Qing Dynasty which the Dalton ice age destroyed as it destroyed Napoleon. The 1945-1950s hell in a handbasket cooling. It brought down Hitler and almost brought down Stalin and ushered in the Chinese Communists and prevented the Allies from finishing off North Korea. The 1975 weenie propelled the Chinese Communists into listening to Nixon and changing their economy to one which was somewhat Capitalistic. And now there this new ice age. This new Grand Solar Minimum. How the hell can the Chinese Communists save themselves from it? How the hell can we save ourselves from it?

It is a civilization breaker! It is destroying us! East and West. It is devouring the Advanced Worlds. North Korea has starved to death. The Korean madmen running it almost nuked China to try to attack China to steal food! Not just South Korea! China! China unleashed a devastating bombing campaign which flattened the entire country so write off North Korea. There is no more North Korea. Done. Finished. Gone. But China is on the ropes. Half of China is shrouded in snow and rumors say its gigantic showcase cities are abandoned now. Its ancient Grand Canal is frozen solid. South Korea is desperately struggling to survive the march of the glaciers. So is Japan. Tibet and Nepal are finished. Their people have fled or else starved to death. And many of those refugees I hear were machined gunned to death. Starving refugees have now become, as in every ice age, desperate invaders.

North India is ravished in every direction by desperate neighbors while South and West India are under nonstop attack by Pakistan and Bangladesh which are on the ropes. Their out of control populations have become weaponized. Canada. North America. Buried under snow. Only one third of the US is still viable. The irony is the Mexican dictatorship is machine gunning the refugees fleeing south. Very ironic indeed! Mexico was so destroyed by the Ring of Fire volcanos their always faltering nation can't feed its own people. Much less refugees from their once Advanced World neighbor."

"I heard the Yankees were machine gunning the Mexicans" the engineer told the scientist.

"Yeah. When cushy civilization is on the ropes then migrants and refugees become violent invaders. Strangers become the enemy. It comes down to survival of the fittest and most armed. The welcome mat vanishes really fast. Too many souls to feed and increasingly desperate food rationing separates the indigenous from the interloper. And millions and millions and millions of migrants during the fat days of open borders unraveled social cohesion and spawn paranoia, suspicion, and tribalism. The Putnam Effect. So now paranoia, suspicion, and tribalism rules. Hunger turns anyone mean. Mean and insanely paranoid.

The only dubious benefit is the fact the South West America drought has finally stopped! Hurray! Swell! California seceded from the union and now is shooting everyone to protect its Central Valley agriculture as if a gold rush. Food is more valuable than gold now. Big Sis did not anticipate that! But the extreme Southern Hemisphere is just as effected. South Africa is finished. Australia, New Zealand, and South America are under double attack: ice and staving Muslim migrant attackers. And the Ring of Fire is on over drive. That turned Malaydonesia into a maelstrom of starving desperation and madness. That is a side effect of the prolonged Grand Solar Minimum. Coldness effects the earth no less than everything else. Fault lines in the Ring of Fire were ignited. And of course volcanic ash and sulfur are further feeding the crippling cloud formations and generating acute storms and ice and hail and snow no less than.... oh look a genuine sunset. Putrid volcanic green flashes and all!"

"I hate sunsets now! I know what is generating the technicolor!"

"Yeah! The reds are pouring out as if the sky is bleeding! Anyway! The Tropic Zone could in theory limp through it. They are only feeling the side effects. But the Tropic Zone is where the third world failed states are located. It is no longer the Cradle of Civilization. And the Ring of Fire unleashed by the Grand Solar Minimum has triggered volcanic destruction everywhere. So you can write off South America and Mexico and Malaydonesia. Africa was being kept from industrializing by global warming protocols so they are utterly unable to cope. Nations tottering on the brink at the best of times and dependent on the Advanced World to feed it and provide it with medicines and manufacturing can't cope if the cycle changes drastically. And droughts and erratic floods and hail and snow is devastating its primitive agriculture. And the decision of African nations to drive out their White Commercial Farmers had already wreaked its agriculture even before this all hit! The only African farms which ever moved beyond subsistence were White Commercial Farmers who used modern Western techniques. Or the Chinese commercial farms.

China invested in Africa in anticipation of the Grand Solar Minimum to feed its people while Russia prepared Ragnarokkr Survivalist bastions. Half of China is in the Northern Hemisphere you know. And monsoons are effected no less than every other weather pattern. Monsoons and typhoons which the clash of extreme temperature fronts turn into killers. The Chinese were sucking out agriculture resources no less than mineral resources. The African semi-slaves rebelled and killed every Chinese overlord. Then they destroyed the infrastructure the Chinese built in an orgy of looting and war. Just like after the Europeans left. Now Africa is Mad Max Mayhem.

The intense cold which is killing us is driving the heat south to the Islamic Levant and North Africa where droughts are ravishing it. That and insane floods and erratic hail and snow. And Tropic Zone of the African and Muslim failed states were always dependent on the super abundance of agriculture as well as medicines and technology and manufacturing we once produced. Even the Nile never could feed Egyptians after Egypt was conquered by Islam. Now we can't even feed ourselves. So everyone is starving. Forget about medicines and technology and manufacturing.

The Oil Kingdoms had previously squandered everything before the crisis even started. Behind their glittering facades they were bankrupt and entirely dependent on the West for everything as well as relying on the West to be the market for the only product they had: oil. Iraq and Syria were still basket cases of civil war when the crisis started. Pakistan and Bangladesh were dangerous basket cases when the crisis started. The delusional New Ottoman Empire was a bankrupt and corrupt dictatorship run by the insane Butcher of Istanbul. Ditto Malaydonesia which behind its facade was deeply malfunctioning the way all Islamic dictatorships were deeply malfunctioning. If tiny South Korea or Hong Kong or Singapore could out produce not only the Oil Kingdoms but Malaydonesia then you know something is fundamentally wrong! And when fat times in a warm age turns lean in an ice age then the precarious house of cards goes toppling!

If the central Tropic countries had been in coherent shape they would have the advantage now. But they never were! And they never prepared! Hell! Only Russia which ended up nuked by an Islamic dirty bomb and China prepared! We were the Advanced World on which the Third World failed states entirely depended! And we did not prepare! So this new Maunder Ice Age is not only destroying us! It is destroying everyone!"

"Rumors say China is attacking its own people to stop their overthrow" the engineer said.

"Rumors are wild about China. They counted on African agricultural plantations to fed its people to ward off revolution. No one really knows what is happening now. China has turned into a hermit nation and shut down every internet site and TV station and radio station and satellite. It is as if China has vanished. No one knows what the hell is actually happening.

There is massive pollution and gigantic empty cities shrouded in dense black smoggy snow and haze. Mountains of toxic trash. Dust storms out of Mongolia which blanket the north part of China and whirl toxins around as if cyclones. Fetid rivers which spontaneously erupt into fire. Abandoned farms as silent as a grave. But no evidence of any living thing. Glaciers marching into the Forbidden City unopposed. And other than Hong Kong, abandoned harbors filled by dying things. Dead things floating on top of dead things. So rotting you can't identify what the dead things are. But that is all anyone knows.

But every single ice age has always overthrown every single Chinese dynasty so this Marxist Dynasty can't be any different. If Mao was willing to starve and kill 76 million Chinese while helping the madmen of North Korea to butcher millions of Koreans while helping that Cambodian madman Pot to butcher millions of Cambodians while helping North Vietnam butcher millions of Vietnamese while helping the Castros butcher a million Cubans while helping Communists poising as Socialists to butcher millions of South Americans then I suspect the Chinese Communists will be willing to butcher millions and millions and millions and millions of Chinese now to keep in power. Chinese Communism seized power during a cold cycle. They won't let another cold cycle depose them!

Communism has murdered over 800,000 million human beings, not counting the famines and wars and concentration camps and grotesque show trials. Only Islam has murdered more human beings than Communism. The KKK killed some seven thousand and Hitler killed some ten million. They are mere amateurs in comparison with Islam and Communism. Christianity has killed at best a few million in religious wars. Yet Christians also stopped slavery and have done much good. Most humanitarian crusades were led by Christians. And Christians have especially fought back against Islam and Communism. They were the first to raise up and fight back despite the betrayal by their leaders. Quietly resisting. Quietly defying. Only the Identitarians and Libertarians have fought back harder during the first phase of the Great Betrayal when everyone was so brainwashed and paralyzed by political correctness to resist the obvious invasion occurring with the full blessing of the EU and UN and our traitorous leaders. Including their own traitorous religious leaders.

Agnostics and Atheists failed utterly in comparison. Even the benign ones were lethal because having no religion the delusional cult of multi-cultural diversity and open borders became their religion. An insane cult. Communism is like the first kiss of heroin to an leftie agnostic and atheist. That is why I have been so disillusioned by agnostic and atheist scientists. They can't resist the catnip of Communism. The entry into addiction being supposedly benign Socialism and Cultural Marxism. Only brainwashed elite academics proved to be worse in their besotted obsession with Communism. But as Lenin said, the end game of Socialism is Communism. And the end game of Cultural Marxism is also Communism. And Communism is Totalitarianism incarnate.

Not atheism so much as the total all consuming lust for power to dominate and rule. Religion is always used as the opiate for the masses by Communism. Religion to justify and bless the ideology of Totalitarianism while allowing the only tiny crack in the monomania to balm the dying souls of the imprisoned. That and state sponsored addiction such as alcoholism or drug addiction. A personality cult to empower the ideology of Absolutism. Commanding Heights Economics wedded to Commanding Heights Bureaucracy wedded to Commanding Heights Despotism masquerading as the saintly Big Brother taking care of his little children. Just surrender totally and be cocooned forever in the security of the Divine Slavery.

Not even 'equality' of agrarianism. Mediocracy instead meritocracy. All excellence and ambition crushed. Anything but the pursuit of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. The all consuming power of a cult to dominate and rule every moment of every human being. Humanity reduced to a cipher. A brutalized unit in the great equation of Authority Incarnate extinguishing every iota of individuality or freedom or liberty or humanity." The scientist grimaced. "Communism is Evil! Pure Evil! And the Leftists refused to comprehend that just as the Leftists refused to admit the blood bath which their 'benign' Socialism always leads to! Communism! Only Islam has more bloody borders and bloody neighbors!"

"Davos being the original center of the evil of the New World Order which allowed this nightmare to happen" the construction engineer said bitterly. "Soros being the all seeing eye overseeing the Great Betrayal as his minions like the Butcher of Istanbul and the Dictator of Berlin and the Drunkard of Brussels and our own Dhimmi Dave betrayed us to destroy us! This conquest could not have occurred without the traitors within! The Four Ps working for the Traitors! And the Four Ps were not just useful idiots! They were collaborators! Fellow travelers! Their evil was not random or accidental stupidity or else they would have very occasionally done something right! A 100% record in betrayal is deliberation of destruction!"

The scientist nodded. "And the Great Betrayal of the West has not been Islam which since 632 has been perfectly honest about its obsession to conquer and destroy the West. No! The Great Betrayal of the West has been the Judases exploiting Islam to destroy the West from within. The Loki Insider Traitors who infiltrated every Western country and conspired to topple it from within! All Leftists! Cultural Marxists! Communists! Like little worms in the apple! The Right was only tempted to the extent that they did not want to be seen as 'racist' or 'bigoted'. And they were corrupted by crony corporation. And crony corporatism is not capitalism or conservatism!

That is why the Left under criminals like Big Sis were wooing the globalists and their crony corporatism. That is why the globalists and their crony corporatism hated populists like Trump or Farage or Le Pen. The fellow travelers of the Left have undermined the West since 1919 and opened the gates of the citadel to the barbarians while encouraging the West to both disarm itself and castrate itself before surrendering abjectly and groveling to its historic enemy! Islam! People say Islam has been waging a very long war against the West! So has Communism! And hand in hand both of the enemies of the West conquered the West by way of a collaboration of mutual malice!"

"Ordering us to embrace cultural and biological suicide" the construction engineer snarled as one grimy hand scratched his beard. "Ordering us to embrace suicidal multi-culturalism and self annihilating diversity which the Loki Insider Traitors used to destroy the West from within. The Asian Trad knew both were suicidal and refused to embrace their own self destruction. The same way they knew this drive to destroy masculinity was a plot! The Chinese called it a crisis of masculinity! It was! Except they correctly restored healthy male masculinity and femininity while the West castrated itself! The Asian Trad warned us! But oh no! We had to embrace our cultural and biological suicide because we were so desperate to prove how culturally tolerant and enlightened and none racist we were! It was as if the Darwinian survival instinct was hacked out of us!"

"Telling us we had no right to have a homeland" the scientist said bitterly. "No right to have a nation. No right to have a past we could be proud. No right to have the hope for a future for our children. No right to have an identity. No right to physically, culturally, religiously, biologically exist. Leftists openly boasted that all they wanted for Christmas was White Genocide! And the sick thing was the Leftists praying for White Genocide were Whites!"

"All while psychologically castrating and feminizing masculinity to destroy any ability to fight back against our conquerors" the burly construction engineer snarled.

"Creeping socialism destroying capitalism" the scientist mused. "Creeping EU statist bureaucracy to destroy nationalism. Creeping UN totalitarianism to destroy freedom and liberty. Creeping Climate Protocols to destroy prosperity by seizing our energy supply and food supply. Creeping dictatorial SJW autocracy to destroy the right to exist outside of autocratic control. Creeping Thought Police. Creeping micro managing regulations to grind us down to powerless ciphers. To strangle us in bureaucratic red tap. Bleeding us dry. Creeping Cultural Marxism infiltrating every aspect of our lives in order to hollow us out and weaken us for the final conquest by the New World Order and their all conquering army of fanatical Mos and Converts which they fancied delusional that they could control. Deliberately introducing the invaders and then unleashing the chaos in order to justify martial law!"

"All while destroying quite deliberately morality while promoting depravity, promoting homosexuality and trans-sexuality, and pedophilia, to destroy the family and to discourage breeding" the construction engineer said bitterly. "If there is no future then no one will bother to have children or nurture them or protect them or fight for them! The Leftist Greens especially openly boasted they were aiding and abetting the ultimate displacement, replacement, and erasure of the indigenous population of the West! And they boasted of that as if that was the most noble goal in the world! All while calling nationalism shit and democracy as reckless endangerment and popularism as the ultimate stupidity of red neck rust belt morons who all deserved to die! The sooner the better!"

"To drop the level of the indigenous population beyond its ability to reproduce in order to allow the over breeding enemies of the West to invade it and conquer it without, at least initially, firing a shot! And I speak as a Gay" the scientist said. "But the Cultural Marxists deliberately used us Gays and Lesbians as stooges! To ridicule normalcy and morality. To celebrate deviancy. To promote depravity. To destroy the family. To encourage decadence.. To unravel decency and integrity. To glamorize perversion and fornication. And always to ridicule normalcy. Virility. Solid masculinity. Quiet masculine heroism. Duty to Queen and Country. To encourage the West to not breed. Not reproduce. To embrace abortion and childlessness and debauchery. To literally abort the biological future. All to weaken us so the barbarians at the gates could march in and conquer us without a shot!"

"I always wondered why the Left encouraged every sort of depravity and unwholesomeness while ridiculing traditional morality and tradition and values and heritage. All while spewing out unspeakable hatred toward Males in general and White Males in particular" the burly construction engineer said bitterly. "It really was castration! First psychological. Then literal! The Left encouraged children as little as two or three to feel pressured to say they were trans. Then they castrated the little boys and pumped them full of chemicals to eradicate all masculinity. Statistics actually showed most little boys who appeared to be confused by sexuality were Autistic or had Aspergers. Especially Aspergers. They were just confused and felt pressured by the Cultural Marxists to embrace something fashionable. To be praised. To be lauded. Like a dog which appears happy at being dressed up. It only feels the praise. It can't understand the why and wherefore of the praise or comprehend the ridiculousness of the most un-dog-like situation of wearing a silly costume. When a famous scientist dared to dispute the Cultural Marxist narrative and say pre-adolescent boys usually outgrew sexual confusion and would in all probability grow up perfectly normal if left alone he was damned. When he said this trans promotion was just that. Promotion. The encouragement to be deviant. The encouragement to be grotesque. And a pressure on vulnerable children to not want to be normal. And it could be cured. The scientist was ruined and blacklisted.

The Cultural Marxists turned girls into weaponized Lesbians pathologically fixed on destroying all men. Destroying all masculinity. Destroying everything the West represented because it was 'toxic male patriarchy'. Weaponized nihilists. Brainwashed freaks. All while encouraging the Mos to invade by the millions and millions and millions and millions. Hypo masculine Mos! While reducing indigenous males to psychologically castrated or literally castrated Betas. They promoted 'cures' to 'toxic masculinity. Castration. Actual castration.

They literally aspired to eradicate the entire White Race off the face of the Western World by castrating or killing every White Male while aborting all children or else destroying all children. All while they encouraged millions and millions and millions of hypo masculine Mos, mostly males of war age, to invade! And when normal women and children were molested and raped by their precious hyper masculine Mos they justified it! They rationalized it! They said the Mo molesters and rapists were the victims! The victims! White children deserved to be molested! Straight white women deserved to be raped! They actually protected the raping and molesting Mos! They got them off time and again! They stop them from being prosecuted or deported! They backed the monsters they were importing over the indigenous straights! Oblivious to the grotesque fact that once the Mos killed everyone else they would kill every Gay and Lesbian and freak Green!"

"Cultural Marxists in the Four Ps, professors, the press, politicians, and the police, not only castrated, literally and figuratively, Western males who might have fought back against the invasion, they besmirched and then outlawed our Western ideals, our Western values, our Western culture, our Western morality, our Western identity" the scientist mused. "All while, as you say, all but blessing hyper masculine Mos of war age to march into every Western country and molest and rape and burn and pillage and brutalize and terrorize. It all made no sense except as suicidal self loathing amounting to White Genocide. Western Genocide. Voluntary Self Genocide."

"They all but literally reduced us to a zero" the construction engineer said bitterly. "How can you fight when everything that makes life worthwhile is erased? Trashed? Reduced to nought but nihilism and materialism? That is all the Four Ps gave me as I grew up. They reduced me to a zero. How can a zero fight back against the Great Betrayal?" The construction engineer, a burly, bearded man, grimaced. "My lesbian mother and her nutter of a social justice warrior, ordered me castrated when I was twelve when I started to show signs of adolescent masculinity."

"I am so very sorry!" the scientist whispered.

"I ran away to an illegal Masculinity Colony and asked for testosterone injections. I learned how to be a male — as much as I was capable of being a male. And it was all illegal! What those social justice warriors did to me was legal! Legal! I never considered myself a trans! I never wanted to be a trans! Trans are perverts! People who enthusiastically embrace destabilizing deviancy are perverts! Bullying perverts of the worse sort! I was robbed of my sex! I was robbed of my masculinity! I was robbed of my identity! By bullying SJW trans perverts!"

"I am so very...." the scientist stuttered. Embarrassed. He blushed. The notorious governmental Castration Centers to eradicate illegal 'toxic patriarchy masculinity' was still a shocking thing. At first it was considered an anomaly. It started in ugly divorces when bitter ex-wives came under the influence of SJW lesbians with axes to grind. All but literally. They started to force little boys to be to be trans. Then they prematurely ordered sex changes for the confused little boys. Then they demanded castration as 'therapy'. It was actually revenge. Revenge as castration therapy. As SJW fanatics exploited angry and confused ex-wives to embrace the SJW lesbian culture. Normality, marriage, and family were tarred as abusive prisons of patriarchy. Children became weapons for revenge. And of course the Four Ps made sure the ex-husband not only never got custody, they were falsely accused of sexual abuse and either jailed or else forbidden to ever contact their children. Thus removing all positive male influence forever. Then the confused lesbians and confused trans under the influence of Social Justice Warriors saw their sudden popularity as 'victims' of 'toxic masculinity' as an opportunity to lash back and become bullies. And so was born Castration Therapy.

It was like the SJW schools where little children and especially little boys were cursed and abused as 'innate racists' and 'unconscious bigots' and 'toxic human beings' and 'abusive symbols of White Privilege'. They were humiliated and degraded to 'atone' for the perceived sins of their ancestors. Segregated. Punished. Told to apologize to other children who were the fashionable victims: not White. Non European. Non Indigenous. They were told to pay 'reparations' by handing over their lunch money. They were told to sit in corners with signs pinned to their backs accusing them of historic evils. They were humiliated. Neglected. Ignored.

Teachers would not help them as they struggled under the emotional weight of being the incarnation of all evil and fell behind academically. If they acted out they were physically punished. Beaten. If they turned into passive cringing ciphers they were still punished with passive aggression. Either way their little lives were turned into living hells. By middle school boys were dropping out entirely. Emotionally crippled. Academically crippled. Psychologically traumatized. By collage they were an increasing minority as girls were given everything and minorities were showered with perks and privileges and given segregated dorms to be protected from the evil White Males. Reverse segregation. Reverse privilege. Reverse racism. Except now it was anti-White Male. White girls quickly got the message and adopted the most strident SJW beliefs just to not receive the same punishment. By graduation there were almost no straight White Males at all except for cringing Beta males and homosexual males.

But then Dhimmi Dave allowed the SJW feminists to assume the legal right to force little boys into 'corrective' surgery. Then Dhimmi Dave opened governmental Castration Centers. The Leftist war on White Males moved from psychological warfare to physical warfare. From psychological castration to real castration. Ex-husbands limped out of jail and conspired to kidnap their sons and run away to illegal Masculinity Colonies in remote wildernesses far from SJW 'Civilization'. Soon husbands who smelled the first whiff of divorce took their sons and fled to survivalist colonies. Never their daughters to try to fend off the full weight of the malice of their ex-wives. So the sexes, once beautifully integrated, became totally segregated. Even before Islam Sharia Law imposed total sexual segregation there was sexual segregation as the West crumbled before the combined onslaught of SJW fanatics and the invasion of millions and millions and millions of Muslims from every Islamic Third World failed state.

The scientist flinched as the construction engineer stared at a fragile pear tree. A tear dripping down into his beard. "Islam and Communism has butchered millions. And since WW III has started they have butchered over a billion. Since the Red - Green Alliance of totalitarianisms have merged together a billion new victims of Islam and Communism have perished" the scientist said to change the subject. "Both the Reds who infiltrated the West since the 1920s and especially after the fall of the Berlin Wall and the Islamic 'Reverts' , covert Mos, were bound to merge. Both are the most totalitarian of ideologies fixated on world conquest and domination of humanity. Both shared a pathological hatred for Jews and Christians and the West as well as a monomania for murdering their way toward their perceived utopia.

They are apparently opposite. One is atheist. One is fanatically religious. One originated in the industrialized West. One originated in the barbaric deserts. As if the right and left hands." The scientist held up both hands. They appeared to be opposite. Then he placed his hands together. "But in fact they are absolutely the same thing! That is why the Cultural Marxists and covert Communists poising as benign Socialists embraced the Islamic invasion of the West as if love at first sight! The brutality of the matching totalitarianisms .... Oh look! The sunset green flash!"

"It is so ugly. I don't like looking at the rare sunsets now" the construction engineer said as he refused to look up. He brushed a tear away and stared at the male swan waddling benignly by instead.

"Our enemies became obsessed with eradicating the most dangerous pollution on earth! CO2! Which was never a pollution to begin with! And their cure proved infinitely worse than the illness which never existed to begin with! This was not suppose to be a Maunder Ice Age! Even the Russians did not predict a Maunder. A Dalton. Perhaps a Wolf or Spoerer. But not a Maunder. Only Zharkova predicted a Maunder. And she hedged. Not even Casey or Piers Corbyn predicted a Maunder. This was not suppose to be a Maunder! But the once in a thousand year planetary ordination of the big gas giants in one quadrant with us and Uranus and Jupiter and Saturn and Neptune all pulling on our orbit right smack in the middle of not only winter but a cooling age! That pushed us toward one! And that damn fiendish machine pushed us over into one!"

"It acted like the straw which broke the camel's back" the construction engineer said. "Our advanced civilization should have been able to cope with a harsh cold age. Or that gas giant planetary yank on our orbit. Or volcanic activity in the Ring of Fire. Or this magnetic pole flip thing. Or a migrant crisis. A world wide Mo war declared on the entire world. WW III. But not everything at once!"

"Yeah! That fiendish machine was the tipping point! And this New Maunder Ice Age is destroying us! We can't survive WW III and this cold age and everything else all wacking us at one time! We can't fight the Surtr of the South and the Ice Gods of Death both! Hel the Ice Goddess of Frozen Death and Mohammad! One or the other! But not both! Not everything being thrown at us at once!"

"I hear the airplanes are all grounded because compasses don't work because of the magnetic poles flipping. Except small planes flying on visual only. Helicopters."

"Yeah. The magnetic waves which once protected the earth are still haywire. Everything is haywire. It is effecting the few satellites that maniac the Butcher of Istanbul has not shot down. God help us if the Butcher of Istanbul actually tries to shoot off his purloined nukes! It is effecting telecommunications and electronics! Everything! Not just the migrating birds and whales! Everyone and everything is being effected! We don't have basic food and our advance technology is going haywire because of helter-skelter magnetism. And those nut cases destroyed half of the world's energy sources and electricity and blew up coal mines and power plants and even hydro dams! And then unleashed that fiendish machine! It was sucking CO2 out of the atmosphere as if a vampire!"

"So how did it get blown up?"

"A long and fantastical story about a fireman, an anarchist, an Irish mystic, and a supernatural beastie!"

"Well! Putting aside a fireman, an anarchist, an Irish mystic, and a supernatural beastie for a moment, what sort of madmen would want to destroy us at this perfectly dreadful moment in time?" the engineer asked the scientist.

"The opposite of serendipity? I suppose CO2 was a symbol for industrialization. Capitalism. The Advanced World of the North West Hemisphere. I suppose those cultural Marxist nutters saw CO2 as our Achilles Heel. Everything they pathologically hated was symbolized by CO2. So they decided to create a fiendish machine to absorb and destroy every spec of CO2. That and importing millions and millions and millions of desperately starving and bitter and religiously fanatic Third World migrants of a particular religion which also pathologically hates the Advanced World of the North West Hemisphere. The Surtr from the South. To be exact: the Tropic War Zone."

"And being inbred and therefore stupid the gimmegrants and jihadists assumed the once wealthy Kufr Dar u Harb Northern Hemisphere and Southern Hemisphere advanced nations east and west would still be rich and warm and prosperous as well as open for invasion. Instead of being crippled, devastated, running out of food, and desperately on the ropes" the construction engineer said dryly.

"Yeah! And the fiendish machine was built here to destroy us first. Because Capitalism and Democracy and the Industrial Revolution and the Great Divergence started here first. They wanted to destroy us. Maybe the entire Advanced World. Maybe the entire world. I don't know! To make sure a routine 11/22 year sun cycle of global cooling or perhaps a 206 cycle of global cooling or even a 407 year nasty cold cycle which our advanced technology should have allowed us to survive, barely, would become ..... well.... this......"

Meanwhile the fanatical Green anarchists and their bitter leader marched through the deep snows toward a gerry rigged all terrain automobile and climbed in. "From East Anglica to Lord Monckton's lair will be a hard drive Sir!" the fanatic Green explained. "Short but hard! But the blizzard appears over! And the sun has pierced the clouds! Look! We will actually have a novelty to drive toward! A sunset! An omen! A bloody omen!"

The bitter man hunched down in the rear seat as the rest of the five fanatical Greens climbed in. The automobile crammed with heavily garbed Greens and grenades and machine guns. The fanatic female SJW Greens ranted and raved. The bitter man brooded, turning them out. "My beautiful machine was going to save the world! It would have saved the world! And vindicated me! And vindicated my theory! I can't explain why nothing has turned out as I predicted! Especially this Maunder of an Ice Age! Which will not, cannot seem to stop! As if all of the feedbacks I predicted would generate global warming are instead magnifying this nightmare of an ice age!"

The bitter man hunched down in his furs in the back seat as his Cultural Marxists raved about destroying the toxic patriarchal West by destroying Capitalism by destroying Capitalism's Achilles Heel: the Agricultural and Industrial Revolutions. "Control fuel and you control energy. Control energy and you control nations. Control farming and you control food. Control food and you control people" the bitter man mused. "Kissinger..."

"Those damn Morlocks refused our vision of an agrarian utopia!" one fanatic trans Green shouted as her -his - its - zes maniacal boss drove the crudely retrofitted all weather vehicle recklessly over the deep snow toward their enemies' lair. "We offered them a vision of a glorious agrarian utopia purged of sexism and racism and bigotry and xenophobia and Islamophobia and transphobia and colonial white degeneracy and obsolete concepts like the family or religion or patriotism or sentimental morality!" she - he - it - ze - screeched. Her - his - its -zes face so deliberately grotesque she - he - it -ze was unrecognizable. Deliberately political correct grotesqueness rendering any sort of biology of sexuality beyond the pale of even Darwin or Hawkins to comprehend.

"It was our Cultural Revolution!" another fanatic Green shouted. Her face mutilated by grotesque studs and a shaved scalp as if she deliberately wanted to destroy all evidence of genuine womanliness. "Our Environmental Cultural Revolution! Just like Papa Stalin's Communes! Just like Mao's beautiful return to pristine nature! Just like Pot's vision of a pre-industrial agrarian utopia! It is not our fault the result was mass starvation!"

"The vision is real!" another fanatic Green shouted. The one male of the bunch. A hysterical Beta. An eunuch who embraced his castration with Stockholm Syndrome hysteria. "I don't know why it failed! It is not our fault! It is their fault! Damn Morlocks! Refusing to collectivize! Refusing to give up their petty bourgeoisie dreams and toxic patriarchal hairiness!"

"Clinging to their petty little farms and petty little dreams!" the trans shouted as she - he - it - ze fondled her - his - its -zes machine gun.

"It would have worked! If those damn Morlocks had agreed to return to nature and de–industrialize!" the Beta screamed hysterically in an unnaturally high pitched voice.

"Returning to nature!" the lesbian Green screamed. In communes! Rejecting commercialized and capitalistic agriculture to return to nature! Living simply! The way our ancestors lived! Living in communes! Rejecting modernization and technology! Like the Soviet Union! Like Cambodia! Like Mao's Cultural Revolution! Like North Korea and Communist Vietnam and ..."

"Except Russia and Vietnam and China abandoned their the Proletarian dream! Even Cuba finally rejected the Communistic vision!"

"It should have worked! Marx said it would work! It could have worked!" the Beta screamed hysterically in his high pitched screak.

"And it can still work!"the fanatic boss shouted as she careened the retrofitted all weather vehicle across the deep snows. "We just have to exterminate every damn White Male Westerner! Except you of course!"

"They have beards and toxic memories of the bad old days and the bad old dreams!" the Beta screamed hysterically.

"They still conspire and scheme!" she - he - it - ze screeched.

"Their genetics instinctively cling to the haram!" the lesbian in the front seat by her boss chimed in. "We have to kill them all! Erase them! They are threatening our dream! To save the planet!"

"It can still work if we exterminate the Harbi and carefully nurture the Heirs of Marx!" the maniacal boss snarled as her green hair stuck to her stud accented forehead. "The Muslims of the Divine Slavery!" she added as her rotting front teeth chewed her lips. The tattoo of a 'smilie' scar accenting one corner of her mouth to create the illusion of a scarred cheek slashed by a raping Mo. "Let the Mos indulge in their opiate of the masses until our Beloved Leader can educate the young to embrace the real vision of the Divine Slavery! The beautiful totality of domination! The joy of absolute submission! The Commanding Heights vision of Marx which only our Beloved Leader can comprehend! And then edit Mohammad out of the history books and just co-op his totalitarianism sans his religiosity! Rules for Radicals! Co-op the strengths of the enemy and turn their virtues into weaknesses! Lie to them! Exploit them! Employ deconstruction of reality to destabilize them! Gaslight them! Then toss them aside like garbage!" She stared at the rear view mirror at the heavy set man slumped in the back seat. He stared out of the window oblivious to her. She smiled at the lesbian with the shaved head sitting in the front seat by her side.

"The Heirs of Marx have the inbred genetic instinct for obeying authority!" the maniacal boss declared to her minion. "For submission! Submissive enforcers of domination! They are incapable of thinking independently! Yank their emotional strings and they jump like puppets! They are sheeple! They have waged war to conquer for the Divine Slavery since 632! No matter how many die and now miserable they are they never deviate from their goal to impose the Divine Slavery on humanity! They have the pure instinct to kill! They understand that the end justifies every means! And they are totally devoid of mercy or humanity!"

"The New Barbarians!" the lesbian chimed in. "The New Savages! Civilization is an artificial construct! A decadent delusion of the West!"

"The young just need to be culled and isolated and nurtured in isolation so they have no memories of life before the New Caliphate!" the leader of the fanatics told her minion. "No memories of before WW III! Submerged in our vision! No alternative vision tolerated! The Children of War! Total war! Our war! Before we co-oped their Divine Slavery to become our Divine Slavery! War justifies every sacrifice! Every death! We just have to let their parents sacrifice their lives for the Triumph! Then erase every crumbling evidence of life before WW III. Keep the young illiterate. Control the very words they speak to control every thought they think. Mold them into the perfect Workers! Then the future will be the Heirs of Marx! And they will never remember that once they were suppose to be the Heirs of Mohammad!..."

The bitter man stared out of the window at the oppressive clouds battling the setting sun for domination of the sky. He mused over a speech he once read. "'Ladies and gentlemen, tonight as we celebrate the one hundred forty-first birthday of one of the greatest men in American history, I would like to be able to talk about what a glorious day today is in the history of the world. As we celebrate the birth of this man who with his whole heart and soul hated war, I would like to be able to speak of peace in our time--of war being outlawed--and of world-wide disarmament. These would be truly appropriate things to be able to mention as we celebrate the birthday of Abraham Lincoln....'"

"...Marx's vision will live again in the Commanding Heights vision of our Beloved Leader ---- Soros!" the fanatical leader of the Greens declared. "It took a genius born in the heart of the corrupt capitalistic West to destroy it! An ex-Jew who joined the winning side, the Nazi side, in WW II to bring about the fruition of WW III!..."

"'.....Five years after a world war has been won, men's hearts should anticipate a long peace--and men's minds should be free from the heavy weight that comes with war. But this is not such a period--for this is not a period of peace. This is a time of 'the cold war'....'"

"....WW III has been waged for so long!" one hysterical Beta wailed. "When will we win? It is this damn cold! Why is it so cold? It was not suppose to be cold! Not like this! We should have won by now! We should have won!"

"Our cannon fodder, the Surtr, don't fight well in the cold!" the boss of the Greens snarled.

"WW III has been the latest battle of a very long war. A war of civilizations" she - he - it – ze snarled. "It has been a very long war....."

"'.....This is a time when all the world is split into two vast, increasingly hostile, armed camps--a time of a great armament race....'"

"....This is the final and definitive war of the Children of Odin and the Children of the Surtr" the leader of the Greens snarled. "Two opposing histories and two opposing hemispheres and two opposing races and two opposing civilizations which have been at each other's throats since 632!...."

"'......Today we can almost physically hear the mutterings and rumblings of an invigorated god of war. You can see it, feel it, and hear it all the way from the Indochina hills, from the shores of Formosa, right over into the very heart of Europe itself....'"

".....WW III bestrides the globe! We are waging war across the planet! And we are not.... yet.... winning!" the minion Green wailed. "Don't the Morlocks understand we are trying to say the planet?"

"Save the planet and their perverted souls!" she - he - it -ze shouted. "Though of course I am not seduced by their cult! Our cult is the Environment! Our religion is the Environmental Movement of Greenpeace! For which we have waged total war!"

"We are trying to save the planet!" the hysterical Beta screeched. "The end justifies every act of terror and execution and slaughter! We are trying to save the planet!..."

"'......The one encouraging thing is that the "mad moment" has not yet arrived for the firing of the gun or the exploding of the bomb which will set civilization about the final task of destroying itself.....'"

"....Even if our great leaders have to use nukes!" the hysterical Beta screeched. "Nature will survive!...."

"'.....There is still a hope for peace if we finally decide that no longer can we safely blind our eyes and close our ears to those facts which are shaping up more and more clearly--and we are now engaged in a show-down fight--not the usual war between nations for land areas or other material gains, but a war between two diametrically opposed ideologies....'"

".....Our Surtr will fight to the end!" a leader of the fanatics snarled. "Their religion compels them to fight the West! They are implacable! And we have co-oped their implacability! We have co-oped their pathological hatred of the West! We have co-oped their pathological hatred of the indigenous White Westerners! Those najis filthy Kaffirs! Those najis filthy vermin! Those rats! Those pigs! Those bourgeoisie! And we have co-oped their infantile masculine mentality of stupid warfare! We have co-opted their toxic hyper masculinity! To further our ends! The enemy of my enemy is my temporary expendable cannon fodder...."

"'.....The great difference between our western Christian world and the atheistic Communist world is not political, gentlemen, it is moral. For instance, the Marxian idea of confiscating the land and factories and running the entire economy as a single enterprise is momentous. Likewise, Lenin's invention of the one-party police state as a way to make Marx's idea work is hardly less momentous. Stalin's resolute putting across of these two ideas, of course, did much to divide the world. With only these differences, however, the east and the west could most certainly still live in peace. The real, basic difference, however, lies in the religion of immoralism--invented by Marx, preached feverishly by Lenin, and carried to unimaginable extremes by Stalin. This religion of immoralism, if the Red half of the world triumphs--and well it may, gentlemen--this religion of immoralism will more deeply wound and damage mankind than any conceivable economic or political system....'"

"We have corrupted the bourgeoisie with the opiate of immorality!" she - he it ze smirked. "Depravity! Self indulgence! The nihilism of materialism! The vices of Capitalism! The weaknesses of the West! Trust a capitalist to sell the very rope used to hang him! We even exploited their strengths like due process of law and tolerance and human rights and the Bill of Rights to openly engage in sedition and treason! While exploiting their guilt! Their Christian guilt! Their guilt of being the heirs of too much success and too much happiness! Their Christian need to turn the other cheek! To show mercy! To be humanitarians! They groveled because they never suffered! But they are suffering now!..."

"'......Karl Marx dismissed God as a hoax, and Lenin and Stalin have added in clear-cut, unmistakable language their resolve that no nation, no people who believe in a god, can exist side by side with their communistic state....'"

"'...Embrace Islam and you will be safe!'" the minion Green said to her adoring leader. "Mohammad in 632! Every Surtr we have unleashed on the West has an innate instinct that Islam and Christianity cannot exist side by side! The world is not big enough! Or Capitalism and Communism! The world is not big enough! What will you do when we rule the world?"

"We will use these delusional Eloi to destroy the Morlocks! Then we will destroy the Eloi and confiscate their children to become the Heirs of Marx!" the fanatical leader of the Greens said as she stroke the shaved head of her lesbian minion.

"And finally and at last Marx will be vindicated and Lenin will be proved right and Stalin and Mao will be worshiped instead of any silly religious prophet!...."

"'......Karl Marx, for example, expelled people from his Communist Party for mentioning such things as love, justice, humanity or morality. He called this "soulful ravings" and 'sloppy sentimentality'...'"

".....We are editing out every memory of before!" the leader of the fanatics shouted.

"Is that why Communism failed? I mean! Did not succeed?" the minion asked her fanatical leader. "If the environment molds and humanoids are interchangeable units then the environment must be sterilized! Sterilized of memories of the past! Forbidden knowledge of the world before Marx! Then everything will be fixed? Then utopia will arrive? The utopia Marx promised us?"

"How the damn Morlocks cling to their sloppy sentimentality and how the Mos cling to their soulful ravings!" the fanatical leader snarled. "We will edit the collective mind of humanity to only remember our prophets! Marx! Lenin! Stalin! Mao! Pot! Castro! All other realities will be 'fake news' and haram books! To be burned! Nothing will be allowed to exist to contradict the one and only truth! Our truth!"

"The damn fools felt obligated to tolerance sedition and treason!" she - he - it — ze shouted. "The fools! Tolerating the intolerable! Us!"

"We won't tolerate any deviation from the Official Truth!" the Beta screeched hysterically. "Right?....."

"'....While Lincoln was a relatively young man in his late thirties, Karl Marx boasted that the Communist specter was haunting Europe. Since that time, hundreds of millions of people and vast areas of the world have come under Communist domination. Today, less than 100 years after Lincoln's death, Stalin brags that this Communist specter is not only haunting the world, but is about to completely subjugate it. Today we are engaged in a final, all-out battle between communistic Atheism and Christianity. The modern champions of communism have selected this as the time, and ladies and gentlemen, the chips are down--they are truly down....'"

".....Our glorious world war bestrides the globe but we are not winning" the Beta wailed. "Why aren't we winning? We are suppose to be winning! It is the final battle! We have cannibalized the carcass of the conquered West to conquer the still defiant rebels of the Asian Trad and Australia - New Zealand! But they refuse to surrender! Why won't they surrender?"

"We are winning! We are winning!" the fanatic leader told her followers. "Our Beloved Leader Soros swears we are winning! We just have to be willing to sacrifice everything, everyone, even ourselves to the glorious goal of the world peace of submission to the Divine Slavery! The Divine Slavery being Communism of course! We just won't tell the Surtr that! Rules for Radicals! We are co-opting their Divine Slavery to be our Divine Slavery!..."

"'......Lest there be any doubt that the time has been chosen, let us go directly to the leader of communism today--Joseph Stalin. Here is what he said--not back in 1928, not before the war, not during the war--but 2 years after the last war was ended : 'To think that the Communist revolution can be carried out peacefully, within the framework of a Christian democracy, means one has either gone out of one's mind and lost all normal understanding, or has grossly and openly repudiated the Communist revolution.'....."

"....How stupid the bourgeois were! The Champagne Socialists! The touchy feeling liberals! The Luvvies! The useful idiots!" the fanatic Green shouted as she drove crazily over the snow. "They kept thinking everyone could live peacefully side by side! I remember encouraging some Luvvies to do a peace march to Syria with white flags to appeal to the better nature of ISIS! The fools did just that! And they were machined gunned! Ha! Ha! Their white flag of surrender spattered with their stupid blood!..."

"'.....This is what was said by Lenin in 1919--and quoted with approval by Stalin in 1947: 'We are living," says Lenin, "not merely in a state, but in a system of states, and the existence of the Soviet Republic side by side with Christian states for a long time is unthinkable. One or the other must triumph in the end. And before that end supervenes, a series of frightful collisions between the Soviet Republic and the bourgeois states will be inevitable.'..."

".... Our Beloved Leader Soros laughs as he encourages the deluded Surtr Mos to wage their Islamic War against the world! How he loves to quote some Islamic nutter founder of the Army of Darkness to the Surtr! 'Kufr and Islam are opposed to each other. The progress of one is possible only at the expense of the other and the co-existence between these two contrary faiths is unthinkable!' Our Beloved Leader is manipulating the fools!"

"But what if our Beloved Leader is manipulating us?" the minion Green suddenly asked. "I mean.... isn't Environmentalism our cult? Isn't Greenpeace our religion? And isn't all religion other than Islam unendurable to the Surtr Mos? And to Communism? I mean.... I mean.... what if our Beloved Leader Soros is just playing us off against the Mos and exploiting all of us?"

"How dare you question our Beloved Leader! Next you will question our leader!" the fanatic retorted as she drove crazily across the snow. "He is sitting in the back seat you fool!"

"But what if he realizes we are exploiting him by co-opting his Global Warming to destroy the West?...."

"'.....Ladies and gentlemen, can there be anyone tonight who is so blind as to say that the war is not on? Can there be anyone who fails to realize that the Communist world has said the time is now? That this is the time for the show-down between the democratic Christian world and the communistic atheistic world?....'"

"....How the naive refused to realize we were the 5th column opening the gates of the nations of the West to the invaders!" the leader of the fanatics snarled. "Our Ministry of Truth vomited forth propaganda to conceal the reality that the West has been at war for centuries! With Communism! With Islam! And both Communism and Islam declared war on the West! And instead of fighting back the fools agreed to disarm..."

"'......Unless we face this fact, we shall pay the price that must be paid by those who wait too long....'"

"....And the West was conquered with scarcely a whimper! And soon the Asian Trad will be conquered! And Australia! New Zealand which is on its knees! And the few ragged Harbi rebels still lurking in the wastelands!..."

"'....Six years ago, at the time of the first conference to map out the peace, there was within the Soviet orbit, 180,000,000 people. Lined up on the anti-totalitarian side there were in the world at that time, roughly 1,625,000,000 people. Today, only 6 years later, there are 80,000,000,000 people under the absolute domination of Soviet Russia--an increase of over 400 percent. On our side, the figure has shrunk to around 500,000. In other words, in less than 6 years, the odds have changed from 9 to 1 in our favor to 8 to 1 against us....'"

"....The West fell without a fight! India is about to fall! New Zealand is falling!And then Australia will fall! And finally the Asian Trad will fall! And then the peace will be glorious! We will save the planet! We are saving the planet! This war might have been more destructive than we anticipated but the ultimate goal is the same! To save the planet!..."

"'....This indicates the swiftness of the tempo of Communist victories and American defeats in the cold war. As one of our outstanding historical figures once said, 'When a great democracy is destroyed, it will not be from enemies from without, but rather because of enemies from within.'....."

"....The gullible Morlocks never understood the extent to which petty nations had been co-oped and their leaders replaced by de facto coups! Suborned from within! The Great Betrayal..."

"'....The truth of this statement is becoming terrifyingly clear as we see this country each day losing on every front. At war's end we were physically the strongest nation on earth and at least potentially the most powerful intellectually and morally. Ours could have been the honor of being a beacon in the desert of destruction--shining proof that civilization was not yet ready to destroy itself. Unfortunately, we have failed miserably and tragically to arise to the opportunity....'"

"...America fell to Big Sis without a fight! Nearly every country in the West has fallen without a fight!"

"But what about the rumors of Ragnarokkr survivalist bastions?" another Green whispered. "And rumors of a Harbi Rebellion? After all! We are driving toward a lair of contrarians!"

"To kill them!..." the once upper middle class SJW graduate of Berkeley shouted.

"'....The reason why we find ourselves in a position of impotency is not because our only powerful potential enemy has sent men to invade our shores--but rather because of the traitorous actions of those who have been treated so well by this Nation. It has not been the less fortunate, or members of minority groups who have been traitorous to this Nation--but rather those who have had all the benefits that the wealthiest Nation on earth has had to offer--the finest homes, the finest college education and the finest jobs in government we can give. This is glaringly true in the State Department. There the bright young men who are born with silver spoons in their mouths are the ones who have been most traitorous....'"

"My eyes were opened at Berkeley by a glorious Marxist professor! Inspired by his vision I murdered my capitalistic pig of an industrialist father! And when my mother tried to turn me over to the police I shot her too! I shot everyone in that obscene house at La Jolla! Even the family dog! That damn golden retriever! A perfect symbol of bourgeois decadence and nauseating sentimentality! The Right wonders how ruthless we Children of the Left are! But Marx weeds out all such weaknesses such as sentimentality or humanity! So what if Communism has taken a billion victims! And a billion more! Billions of victims! The price for achieving the ultimate goal cannot be questioned! I have been on the run ever since!" The fanatic Green careened the vehicle crazily across the deep snow. "When I tried to hide out at the home of that Marxist professor he actually tried to call the police! He was actually scared of me! His creation! He actually staggered back when I told him what I did and cried out that I was his 'Frankenstein Monster'! The hypocritical bastard! So I shot him too!..."

"'.....Now I know it is very easy for anyone to condemn a particular bureau or department in general terms. Therefore, I would like to cite some specific cases. When Chiang Kai-shek was fighting our war, the State Department had in China a young man named John Service. His task, obviously, was not to work for communization of China. However, strangely, he sent official reports back to the State Department urging that we torpedo our ally Chiang Kai-shek--and stating in unqualified terms (and I quote) that "communism was the only hope of China." Later, this man--John Service--and please remember that name, ladies and gentlemen, was picked up by the Federal Bureau of Investigation for turning over to the Communists secret State Department information. Strangely, however, he was never prosecuted. However, John Grew, the Under Secretary of State, who insisted on his prosecution, was forced to resign. Two days after, his successor, Dean Acheson, took over as Under Secretary of State. This man, John Service, who had been picked up by the FBI and who had previously urged that communism was the only hope of China, was not only reinstated in the State Department, but promoted--and finally, under Acheson, placed in charge of all placements and promotions. Today, ladies and gentlemen, this man Service is on his way to represent the State Department and Acheson in Calcutta, by far and away the most important listening post in the Far East.....'"

"....I joined the glorious cause and served as an assassin for the Marxist infiltrators! Infiltrators of the highest levels of Washington DC! You can't believe how the Media and Academia promoted and protected us as we suborned the democratically elected government of the United States of America! We had that arsehole Ryan actually helping Big Sis to open the borders to absolutely everyone! It was an humanitarian disaster! Or at least that is what Big Sis said! Eager to out Merkel Merkel! So her useful idiot Ryan blessed Big Sis opening the borders to everyone! So desperate to prove he was not a racist! Not just a 550% increase of Obama's already out of control migration limits! Total open borders! To everyone! And millions descended on America's shores! Millions and millions and millions and millions of Mos of war age......"

"'.....That's one case. Let's go to another--Gustavo Duran, who was labeled as (I quote) "a notorious international Communist," was made assistant to the Assistant Secretary of State in charge of Latin American affairs. He was taken into the State Department from his job as a lieutenant colonel in the Communist International Brigade. Finally, after intense congressional pressure and criticism, he resigned in 1946 from the State Department. And, ladies and gentlemen, where do you think he is now? He took over a high-salaried job, as Chief of Cultural Activities Section in the office of the Assistant Secretary General of the United Nations....'"

"....And I served as liaison with our fellow travelers at the UN which was demanding that every nation in the West open its borders to the so-called 'humanitarian crisis' created by Big Sis and Obama and Globalists and allow into every country in the West millions and millions and millions and millions of Mos of war age.....It was a humanitarian disaster! Please note the war age part of the millions and millions and millions of male Mos!! And the fact the Asia Trad refused to open their borders! And the fact the Oil Kingdoms did not accept one Male Mo of war age...."

"'.....Then there was a Mrs. Mary Jane Kenney, from the Board of Economic Warfare in the State Department, who was named in a FBI report and in a House committee report as a courier for the Communist Party while working for the Government. And where do you think Mrs. Mary Jane is--she is now an editor in the United Nations Document Bureau....'"

"....And Sutherland and other unelected high UN denizens ordered the Western nations to open their borders to millions and millions and millions and millions as a moral duty! Yet did not explain how the nations of Europe in particular were expected to cope or pay for it all. Nor did they acknowledge the none stop rapine and pillaging and terrorism which commenced!"

"Our agent Khan in London telling everyone to get used to the new norm! Terrorism in big cities!" the minion said. "But the biggest cities in Asia had no terrorism! Zero terrorism! Because they did not allow Muslim migrants to enter their countries or cluster in their cities! They did not feed them or offer them unlimited dole! They closed their borders and erected barriers and investigated every Mo convert quite rightly as a suspected terrorist! Only the West was delusional enough to open their borders and their cities and their nations to unspeakably violent people from every unspeakably violent failed state of the Islamic Levant and Africa!..."

"The first welfare funded invasion and conquest in history!" the hysterical Beta screeched. "The fools...."

"'...Then there was Julian H. Wadleigh, economist in the Trade Agreements Section of the State Department for 11 years. And who was sent to Turkey and Italy and other countries as United States representative. After the statute of limitations had run so he could not be prosecuted for treason, he openly and brazenly not only admitted but proclaimed that he had been a member of the Communist Party--that while working for the State Department he stole a vast number of secret documents--and furnished these documents to the Russian spy ring of which he was a part....'"

"....And despite Youtube rants of Muslims and Greens openly raving about the master plan to destroy the West and displace, replace, and erase the indigenous White population of the West, our trusted allies the Four Ps censored all news! And then censored the defiant social media! And then censored Twitter and Facebook! And then censored Youtube! And blocked all alternative news and inconvenient truths with the computer program 'Fake News Block'. Our Ministry of Truth buried all inconvenient truths! The naive only heard one thing! Our Big Lies!..."

"'....And, ladies and gentlemen, while I cannot take the time to name all the men in the State Department who have been named as active members of the Communist Party and members of a spy ring. I have here in my hand a list of 205--a list of names that were made known to the Secretary of State as being members of the Communist Party and who nevertheless are still working and shaping policy in that State Department....'"

"....And when Breitbart exposed the members of the Muslim Brotherhood who had infiltrated every part of Obama's government it was shut down! As Big Sis said so charmingly! They did not have a right to exist! And soon they didn't! They ended up as dead as their founder that dirty Jew Andrew Breitbart who was poisoned a week after he twittered the fact Potesta was a pedophile! Hell! That Pizzagate was our blackmail on everyone in Washington...."

"'.....One thing to remember in discussing the Communists in our Government is that we are not dealing with spies who get 30 pieces of silver to steal the blueprints of a new weapon. We are dealing with a far more sinister type of activity because it permits the enemy to guide and shape our policy. In that connection I would like to read to you very briefly from the testimony of Larry E. Kerley, a man who was with the Counterespionage Section of the FBI for 8 years. And keep in mind as I read this to you that at the time he is speaking there was in the State Department Alger Hiss (the convicted traitor), John Service (the man whom the FBI picked up for espionage), Julian Wadleigh (who brazenly admitted he was a spy and wrote newspaper articles in regard thereto).

Here is what the FBI man said: "In accordance with instructions of the State Department to the Federal Bureau of Investigation, the FBI was not even permitted to open an espionage case against any Russian suspect without State Department approval."

And some further questions:

Mr. Arens. "Did the State Department ever withhold from the Justice Department the right to intern suspects?"

Kerley. "They withheld the right to get out process for them which, in effect, kept them from being arrested, as in the case of Schevchenko and others."

Arens. "In how many instances did the State Department decline to permit process to be served on Soviet agents?"

Kerley. "Do you mean how many Soviet agents were affected?"

Arens. "Yes."

Kerley. "That would be difficult to say because there were so many people connected in one espionage ring, whether or not they were directly conspiring with the ring."

Arens. "Was that order applicable to all persons?"

Kerley. "Yes, all persons in the Soviet espionage organization."

Arens. "What did you say the order was as you understood it or as it came to you?"

Kerley. "That no arrests of any suspects in the Russian espionage activities in the United States were to be made without the prior approval of the State Department."

Now the reason for the State Department's opposition to arresting any of this spy ring is made rather clear in the next question and answer.

Senator O'Connor. "Did you understand that that was to include also American participants?"

Kerly. "Yes, because if they were arrested that would disclose the whole apparatus, you see."

In other words they could not afford to let the whole ring which extended to the State Department, be shown....'"

Our fellow travelers and blackmail victims suppressed all DOJ investigations into Big Sis. The FBI was hamstrung. Unable to investigate because they could not issue subpoenas. They were ordered to return compromised computers. To not investigate the Reddit bombshell. Bill Clinton's 500 plus conflicts of interest. The Uranium One deal to hand over 20% of America's uranium to Russia courtesy of Big Sis. The shocking billions the Clintons looted from the Haiti disaster which the UN Blue Helmets turned into an even bigger disaster. Big Sis waltzed into the White House after I shot Seth Rich four times in the back...."

"'.....This brings us down to the case of one Algier Hiss who is important not as an individual any more, but rather because he is so representative of a group in the State Department. It is unnecessary to go over the sordid events showing how he sold out the Nation which had given him so much. Those are rather fresh in all of our minds. However, it should be remembered that the facts in regard to his connection with this international Communist spy ring were made known to the then Under Secretary of State Berle 3 days after Hitler and Stalin signed the Russo German Alliance Pact. At that time one Wittaker Chambers--who was also part of the spy ring--apparently decided that with Russia on Hitler's side he could no longer betray our Nation. He gave Under Secretary of State Berle--and this is all a matter of record--practically all, if not more, of the facts upon which Hiss' conviction was based.

Under Secretary Berle promptly contacted Dean Acheson and received word in return that Acheson (and I quote) "could vouch for Hiss absolutely"\--at which time the matter was dropped. And this, you understand, was at a time when Russia was an ally of Germany. This condition existed while Russia and Germany were invading and dismembering Poland, and while the Communist groups here were screaming "warmonger" at the United States for their support of the Allied nations....'".

"....And when Wikileaks leaked the Potesta e-mails on Big Sis I was the assassin who droned Assange......"

"'......Again in 1943 the FBI had occasion to investigate the facts surrounding Hiss. But even after that FBI report was submitted, nothing was done. Then late in 1948--on August 5--when the Un-American Activities Committee called Algier Hiss to give an accounting, President Truman and the left-wing press commenced a systematic program of vilification of that committee. On the day that Truman labeled the Hiss investigation a "red herring," on that same day (and listen to this, ladies and gentlemen) President Truman also issued a Presidential directive ordering all Government agencies to refuse to turn over any information whatsoever in regard to the Communist activities of any Government employee to a congressional committee.

Incidentally, even after Hiss was convicted it is interesting to note that the

President still labeled the exposé of Hiss as a "red herring." If time permitted, it might be well to go into detail about the fact that Hiss was Roosevelt's chief advisor at Yalta when Roosevelt was admittedly in ill health and tired physically and mentally--and when, according to the Secretary of State, Hiss and Gromiko drafted the report on the conference.

According to the then Secretary of State, here are some of the things that

Hiss helped to decide at Yalta. (1) The establishment of a European High Commission; (2) the treatment of Germany--this you will recall was the conference at which it was decided that we would occupy Berlin with Russia occupying an area completely circling the city, which, as you know, resulted in the Berlin air lift which cost 31 American lives; (3) the Polish question; (4) the relationship between UNRRA and the Soviet; (5) the rights of Americans on control commissions of Rumania, Bulgaria and Hungary: (6) Iran; (7) China--here's where we gave away Manchuria; (8) Turkish Straits question; (9) international trusteeship; (10) Korea.

Of the results of this conference, Arthur Bliss Lane of the State Department had this to say: 'As I glanced over the document, I could not believe my eyes. To me, almost every line spoke of a surrender to Stalin.'...."

"....And it was I who assassinated Trump after he tried to expose America's object surrender to Islam in all but name! The Muslim Brotherhood and CAIR all but running the White House and dictating policy which resulted in the raise and arming of ISIS. The arming of ISIS. Big Sis' best betrayal! Those 'moderate rebels' America was helping to wage a brutal nonstop civil war in Syria? Yeap! They were radicals linked to ISIS. Assad would have ended the civil war against the radical Mos in a year! America kept the Syrian civil war going! To this day! A gigantic gapping wound! Millions dead! All because of us! And then Big Sis used the Syrian civil war to justify an 150% increase of 'vetted', actually unvetted as Big Sis admitted off the record during one of her Goldman Sachs speeches, of millions and millions and millions and millions of Mos of war age into America...."

"'......As you hear this story of high treason, I know that you are saying to yourself--well, why doesn't the Congress do something about it. Actually, ladies and gentlemen, the reason for the graft, the corruption, the dishonesty, the disloyalty, the treason in high government positions--the reason this continues is because of a lack of moral uprising on the part of the 140,000,000 American people. In the light of history, however, this is not hard to explain.....'"

"....So much for Trump's draining of the swamp of Washington DC.... Ping Pong Pizza anyone? With or without three under age children nude in a hot tub?...."

"'....It is the result of an emotional hang-over and a temporary moral lapse which follows every war. It is the apathy to evil which people who have been subjected to the tremendous evils of war feel. As the people of the world see mass murder, the destruction of defenseless and innocent people, and all of the crime and lack of morals which go with war, they become numb and apathetic. It has always been thus after war....'"

".....America was exhausted from nearly twenty years of war so it allowed the evil" another Green said. "America felt defeated even before it became defeated!"

"Because our Four Ps pounded Americans with the Big Lie that they were losing! That they had already lost! That it was hopeless! That they might as well surrender!" the leader of the fanatics laughed. "Rules of Radicals...."

"'.....However, the morals of our people have not been destroyed. They still exist. This cloak of numbness and apathy has only needed a spark to rekindle them. Happily, this has finally been supplied....'"

".... And these rumors of a Harbi counter insurrection can't be true! Can they?...." the minion cried.

"'....As you know, very recently the Secretary of State proclaimed his loyalty to a man guilty of what has always been considered as the most abominable of all crimes--being a traitor to the people who gave him a position of trust--high treason. The Secretary of State in attempting to justify his continued devotion to the man who sold out the Christian world to the atheistic world, referred to Christ's Sermon on the Mount as a justification and reason therefor. And the reaction of the American people to this would have made the heart of Abraham Lincoln happy. Thus this pompous diplomat in striped pants, with a phony British accent, tells the American people that Christ on the Mount endorsed communism, high treason, and betrayal of a sacred trust....'"

"....What I enjoyed the most was the tricking of the moral leaders of the Christian sects!" the minion shouted. "Like when the Scots saw their cathedral hosting a Mo who sing in Arabic the denouncing of Jesus as anything BUT the Son of God! The fools smiling in their do goody tolerance as the Wahhabist smirked as she sang! The gullible Scots sitting and smiling as Islamic fanatic denounced the key tenets of Christianity! In Arabic! Under the guise of a touchy feely multi-cultural multi-faith religious service! Or the fact the Archbishop of Canterbury was tricked into blessing the introduction of Sharia law! Or the fact the senile Pope Francis was used to bless the invasion of Catholic Italy! Even after Mos of war age started to desecrate the sacred churches and smash windows and behead sculptures of Mary and break the holy Cross! All he did was cower and grovel and wash and kiss the dirty feet of raping jihadists conquering Catholic Italy! The Second Sack of Rome with his divine blessing! What a Judas! That is when I was so disillusioned with Christianity I became a Marxist! If someone can't believe enough in their religion to fight back then what good is it?...."

"'.......this blasphemy was just great enough to awaken the dormant, inherent decency indignation of the American people. He has lighted the spark which is resulting in a moral uprising and will end only when the whole sorry mess of twisted, warped thinkers are swept from the national scene so that we may have a new birth of honesty and decency in government.'...."

"....If the gutless eunuchs of the Christian Churches could not stand up for their religion if only for the sake of their flocks then I knew the West was ready to be disinboweled!"

"So it is a rumor? That the Harbi are not regrouping after the Archbishop of York rebelled and announced a New Crusade to take back the country?"

"Of course it is just a rumor!" the leader of the fanatics shouted. "The Morlocks are castrated! Deinboweled! And we are keeping them starving and demoralized! They are defeated! We have half a billion Mos here to occupy Britain for us! For our Beloved Leader! Soros!" Then the fanatic Green peered through the rear view mirror at the man slumped on the seat behind. She smirked....

"So said Joe McCarthy!" the bitter man mused to his festering soul. "At his speech at Wheeling West Virginia on February 9th 1950" the bitter man said with deliberate irony. "McCarthy was destroyed by the Four Ps. The Press. The Professors. The Politicians. And the Police. Since then the Cultural Marxists who dominate Academia, Hollywood, and the Press as well as the deepest bowels of Western governments have vilified McCarthy and used him to vilify everyone who opposed the Great Cause: Communism. The triumph of Communism through the Trojan Horse of Progressive Leftist Socialism and Big Government and Islam which like a slowly creeping but crushing glacier has pulverized the capitalistic West and brought humanity to its knees! Conquered and dominated and ruled! For their own good of course!"

The bitter man stared out of the window of the retrofitted all weather vehicle at the bizarre sunset in all of its lurid colors bursting out of the oppressive clouds to cast golden halos over the great masses of snow which covered the ground. "To this day no brainwashed SJW snowflake knows the truth because the Four Ps will not tell them the truth. The truth is the Venona decrypts and Amerasia investigation and the belated Moyniham Report of 1997 have confirmed that everything that McCarthy said in that speech was absolutely true! Hell! The truth was worse! Communist spies had infiltrated every part of the U S Government as well Washington DC, New York, Hollywood, Academia, the Press, and Media.

What did the report say? Oh yes! 'No other government has been more throughly penetrated' Peake. The CIA. By spies who also helped create the UN and the IMF and the EU! What did the report confess? Oh yes! It was a defacto coup. A 5th column of traitors working for a hostile government who was in effect running the government of the United States of America! Not just its foreign policy! Every policy! And 800,000 human beings perished! And since then millions more! Billions more! And the same 5th column has continued to this day! And through this 5th column not just America but the entire Western Hemisphere has been handed over to Communism wedded to the Divine Slavery of Islam! Everything McCarthy said in that speech has come true today! As if Cassandra! And just as Cassandra was laughed to scorn by Troy, so has McCarthy been laughed to scorn by America!

And America is conquered! And the West is conquered! And these last battles we are facing are but the final battles of two very long wars! Islam's war upon the West! And Communism's war upon the West! What did that disillusioned ex-Communist W Chambers tell his wife? Oh yes! 'We are leaving the winning side to join the losing side!' And the West has lost! And we have won at last! So why doesn't triumph taste sweet? And why doesn't this feel like victory?"

The bitter man stared out of the window of the retrofitted all weather vehicle. "It is true! It must be true! And I am so far in hock with the traitors I have become a traitor! But tonight my enemies will die!" he growled in a Tennessee drawl. "Every damn Conservative and Libertarian! Every Thatcherian! Every Bushie and Trumper! Every anti-EU and anti-UN Nationalist! Every anti-collectivist! Every anti-Communist! Every Alt Right and Alt Light! Every Reactionary! Every Rebel tarred as a Fascist! Every Contrarian! Every Kipper! Every Identitarian! Every White Male! Every gun carrying Harbi! Every liberty loving Anarchist! Every Capitalist! Every Entrepreneur! Every Scientist! Every Disbeliever! Every Heretic! Every Morlock!..."

Meanwhile, in the secret lair, actually an old manor house now located under a fantastical ice sheathed Ragnarokkr dome, aged men did their best imitation of bustling about as they emerged from their frugal dinner. The old manor house's grand hall had been retrofitted to be a scientific laboratory. Computers lined every oak lined wall. Huge generators filled the withdrawing room with its still genteel decor. Oil paintings of ancestors alternated with nostalgic English landscapes and massive telecommunications which struggled to ward off the noise of gyrating magnetic fields to contact the few faltering satellites still orbiting the upper hemisphere as well as the few argo oceanic devices which still existed in the oceans. A computerized map showed the position of the perpetually hovering and slowly flying solar panel sheathed hybrid airship with its load of computer sensors and five heroic aeronauts. Fantastical scientific machines measured every sort of bizarre thing. Screens gyrated. Weird sounds emulated out of speakers. Heavy Turkish carpets covered massive cables. And antique tables held computer laptops and devices including old fashioned fax machines. Aged men in their worn clothes of scientific gentility, ties and coats, entered the fantastically retrofitted room one by one.

"Well my 2011 American MRE at least had carrot cake and peanut butter crackers" a red faced man who looked like Santa Claus in business suit said. "The organic vegetable Italian something or other refused to warm up. I think Polish MREs are actually better!"

"My MRE was a Hungarian something or other! All in Hungarian! No idea what I was eating! I think it dated to the 1990s! But not bad!" a bald headed, roly-poly Canadian said. "I wish Steyn was alive to ridicule it!"

"My MRE was English so it was charming in its bizarre novelty" a thin, grey haired, grey faced man with sad grey eyes said in a Yankee twang. "If the satellites are still erratic I will go fuss with my tiny garden in the kitchen. My pots of herbs and flowers."

"I don't remember what my MRE was!" a nervy, eccentric man with wild grey hair and thick spectacles declared as he flustered at his computer while his thin hands gestured nervously. "John. The solar radiation is still showing no sun spots. Not one! Not a single one!" he cried with a distressingly blue collar lower class English accent. "Carbon 14! Yes! Cosmic Rays! Yes! But no sun spots! Not one sun spot!"

A silver haired man as thin as a whippet came over to survey the computer. "Not one sun spot! Not one! Not one!" he replied with an American accent. He pulled off his steel rim spectacles and rubbed this thin face. "Not one sun spot yet!"

Then two titled gentlemen strolled into the room. Lord Lawson and Lord Monckton the Viscount of Brenchley. The sleek if aging Jew with the carefully dyed hair checked his watch by the huge antique grandfather's clock which dominated the manor great hall. I think I will entertain our dear centenarian Freeman in his bedroom. We will fiddle with the ham radio and try to pick up Rebel broadcasts."

"I will man the shop here!" the eccentric hereditary lord replied. "Keep watch. I believe our enemies are searching for our lair" he whispered. His large blue eyes surveying the mass of computers. Alas, what should have been the beauty of his aquiline face was instead a distressing flaw because one large blue eye was a 'lazy eye'. The unfocused eye migrated back and forth as if having a mind of its own. That created a wonky effect which obscured his classically educated brilliance. The sleek if aged Jew nodded as he checked his small elegant pistol in the insider pocket of his slightly worn but still elegant coat. Then he retreated to the retrofitted elevator designed to help a wheel chair bound centenarian scientist. The eccentric lord surveyed the room as other aged scientists commenced their evening's work.

"Thanks for the novel MREs my dear Christopher" the jovial scientific version of Santa Claus said. "You set a remarkable table!"

"Your pickled vegetables and fruit preserves and wild oats for porridge along with peanut butter crackers and carrot cake can keep everyone going forever!" the human bouncing ball shouted as he fussed with his computer. The massive electric lights hanging overhead gleaming off his bald head.

"I used to help my dear departed wife with the preserves harvested from our Victory Garden as we hunkered down here. Learning survival skills together by watching the Youtube Adopt2030 channel. Now my dear Lawson helps me" the eccentric lord added softly. The sorrow still quietly shattering. "Anything to help you chaps?"

"No sun spots yet!" the nervy, thin man said as he waved his thin hands so jittery they all but knocked off his thick spectacles. Then one nervy hand further tangled his wild grey hair.

"Not one!" the silver haired whippet of a man beside him replied in an American voice.

"Birkeland currents still churning!"

"The magnetic fields are still gyrating!"

"Carbon 14 and cosmic flux still up!"

"Cosmic rays still up!"

"The earth's magnetic fields are still gyrating!"

"No solar winds!"

"The Birkeland Currents are having a field day!"

"Any news from Zharkova?" the sad eyed grey man asked as he fiddled with his computer.

"No."

"Are the chimes still tolling at midnight?" the nervy man with the working class English voice asked.

"Lawson and Freeman are manning the radio" the eccentric lord replied as he checked the barred windows for security. Then he checked the loaded shot guns and the pistols in an antique gun cabinet. "I will check the perimeters" he said as he picked up a loaded shotgun.

"They haven't found our location yet have they?" the nervy man with the flustering hands asked.

"No chap! I built this Ragnarokkr bastion to protect all of you! Do your work! The world is relying on you to find out when this dreadful New Maunder Little Ice Age will end!" Then the eccentric lord took the shot gun and marched down the hallway which was neatly hung with new photographs of various scientists of the cause. Many with black mourning ribbons tied to the frames. He brushed dust off one photograph of a heretic who was burned alive. Then he straightened another photo. "Rest in peace my poor chap!" he told Michael Crichton. "All of you my poor dear chaps! Every single one of you! Wherever you are hiding! Wherever you are buried! Wherever you are imprisoned! The chimes will toll at midnight! And then your lives and deaths will not be for nought!..." 

# Chapter Two

A fugitive paused in the wreckage of a decaying city as the setting sun turned the sky ruddy. The polluted orb breaking through great masses of strangely formed and ragged clouds churning in the grey sky. The golden light sudden, unexpected, and therefore terrifying. He looked around with fear. A beam of light exposing him. Then he hastily pulled out a chalk and drew a mysterious symbol on the charred ruins of a burned and vandalized national monument deliberately fouled by feces and urine as well as blistered by ice. Then the fugitive wept as his shaking fingers stroked the besmirched sacredness of the monument to the souls lost to the War To End All Wars as WW I was so naively called once, so long ago now. Then he ran away in terror. His footsteps muffled by patches of icy mud. The crudely chalked symbol glowed in the ruddy light as if a spotlight accenting the vandalized names of the slain. Their deaths for their country rendered null and void by the feces and urine of the new masters who held their ultimate sacrifice in utter contempt.

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The fireman stood in the ruins of a wreaked bastion of the olden days. The gloriously over the top decor of the once extravagant hotel lobby was now looted and defiled. But the tragic ruins of beauty were still tantalizing in their crumbling decay. The fireman sighed. "I always call this my Eloi dome" he said softly as if to the ghosts which haunted it. "Like the movie which haunts my memories. The movie I watched long ago when everyone had TV sets and there used to be Wifi. 'The Time Machine'. When the time spelunker discovered a fabulous ruined dome in a post industrial city slowly being reclaimed by nature. Apparently abandoned. The great dome at once amazing and at the same time tragic because it was half caved in. This is my Eloi Dome!" The black clad fireman wandered the ruin of the once fabulous Art Deco hotel lobby. The grand staircase still coiling upward as if inviting ghosts of the lost world to parade up and down it's once majestic marble steps. The ornate bronze still mostly somewhat intact. The scavengers too scared by the carcasses of the dead to loot it to the bone. The inlayed black and white marble and shattered mirrors whispering of the lost world. Part of one exquisite stain glass window still glowing with the warm light of early sunset. The great stain glass dome soaring up, glowing with ruddy light, as if a crown blessing the sole inhabitant which now haunted. It. "My Eloi dome!"

By unconscious habit one hand stroked his sinister black uniform as if stroking something secreted over his heart. Then the fireman sighed. "Spelunkering amidst the ruins of a lost world only makes me want to cry. Why do I feel compelled to do it? Why am I dawdling here? I have a rendezvous!" he barked. Then he sighed as one black gloved hand shifted the load of a small cheap backpack in order to stroke the vandalized rubble of a lost world. "But I could hide here to ride out the night" he said in a softer voice. "Winter is loathed to leave even now. Spring coming later and later. Winter coming sooner and sooner. It is not like the balmy old days when I used to be able to walk all night and not feel the freezing cold. Now it is snow when it is not sleet when it is not ice when it is not hail when it is not torrents of rain or clammy fog or dampness or direness or dankness or mildewed grayness. Summer too fleeting and danger too close and the Ferals too numerous. And becoming more and more all of the time! Soon I think the Ferals will outnumber us! Then what?

And the wall of glaciers and the shieldwall of snow creeping down from the frozen north is relentless! York I hear is so deep in snow they cannot move the mountains of snow to unearth the city. All but buried in snow. Fighting a losing fight against snow as if waging war against a relentless enemy. Besieged by snow! Assaulted by blizzards! And pummeled by ice storms! Birds dropping down from the sky. Frozen dead! Hailstones the size of cricket balls. And the hailstones are pink. Hurling downward as if icy artillery! And the sleet is red. Or so says the Urban Myth Whisperers. As if the shrouded sky is bleeding! Or is that just the sulfur aerosols from the volcanic eruptions from the Ring of Fire?

I thought volcanos were suppose to belch out more carbon dioxide pollution than mankind. Well! Over a thousand volcanos are erupting all over the earth. On land and under water. Volcanos and earthquakes! And magnetic pole fluctuations. Though how a magnetic pole is suppose to migrate or bobble from north to south is beyond me! How the hell are the magnetic poles suppose to reverse anyway? Our high pressure no longer goes clockwise but rather counter clockwise. And our low pressure now goes clockwise. I remember the weather man announcing it with a look of fear on his face! Then they banned weathermen! How the hell is that happening? And compasses point south instead of north. And once a year when my ration of a sink bath and lye soap is allotted to me the water whirls the wrong way down the drain.

So where the hell is the sun? Where the hell are the sunny days? I thought carbon dioxide was suppose to be heating up the earth? So why aren't all of the volcanic eruptions heating up the earth? Instead, the earth is freezing! Or at least the northern Hemisphere and Southern Hemisphere are freezing. If not the Tropics where the crazies all live. I would not mind dying of too much global warming now! Where the hell is Al Gore to tell me where the fuck his global warming is now?

North of the city the snow is no longer entirely melting from the year before. Or the year before that. I hear glaciers cover the Highlands now. They are creeping across the border toward York. Carlisle like an invincible army. When they reach York they will crush it as if an icy steamroller! But urban myth whisperers whisper that fantastical Ragnarokkr survivalist domes exist. They mimic what the Scottish ice used to do to defy melting in summers. They slightly heat up the domes so the ice craftily hovers above the slightly warm surface, building up a shimmering hollow underneath itself. So the glaciers glide around the fragile steel and high tech bubbles as if oysters shifting grit turning into a pearl around in their mouths instead of destroying the pesky thing which are turning into pearly Ragnarokkr survivalist bastions. And sterling engines use the contrast between the intense cold cocooning the bastions with interior heat to power the bastions. Sterlings use the power of contrasting temperatures to spin the wheels. Or so claims the Urban Myth Whisperers. Probably there are no Ragnarokkr survivalist bastions and everyone is just dying. We might be the only city still alive and the glaciers are creeping stealthily toward us to crush us forever!

How the hell can the snow not be melting during the wane summers? Though the last two summers have been so weak one could scarcely notice it for the sleet and ice coming so early and leaving so late. How the hell are you suppose to haul away tons of snow? Mountains of snow? And where to dump it all? Especially if it does not melt for the weakness of the insipid summers? All without heavy industrial machinery or fuel powered snow plows? How the hell are you suppose to power freezing cities without cheap fuel or cheap electricity? Warmth or lights! Anything! A solar panel in this weather can't power a ham radio! And the fierce storms have blown down every turbine as if toothpicks! The Greens even blew up the hydro powered dams! And every tree or stick has been burned now! Everything which can be burned as been burned now! None of which ever really provided enough energy anyway!"

The fireman paced the lobby indecisive. "The Urban Myth Whisperer was so insistent" he whispered as he watched the light turning golden through broken revolving door. Then one ear heard strange whispers in the abandoned bar off the lobby. "They are not suppose to be there" the fireman whispered softly. "Hush! Hush! Ahmad! I know you are scared! I am scared! We are all scared!" The fireman paced the lobby. "The Urban Myth Whisperer was so insistent but the rendezvous is across town near Green Park Migrant Camp where the crazies live. And how can we get there before darkness falls?" The fireman paced the abandoned lobby. "Wouldn't it be better to ride out the night here? Lledrith was insistent too but we can't placate everyone. Green Park is so damn dangerous now. Why the hell did the Urban Myth Whisperer want an extra rendezvous there? Not our normal rendezvous on the Isle of Dogs by Greenwich Tunnel?"

The fireman paced the abandoned lobby. Then he heard whispers in the abandoned bar again. Ghostly whispers. "They are not suppose to be there! They are suppose to stay in the ballroom! We had an agreement! The lobby and bar and surrounding environs are mine and they stay in the ballroom and subterranean depths!" The fireman took five steps toward the abandoned bar but then retreated back toward the abandoned lobby. The light outside of the broken revolving door was turning a deepening gold as the sun fought though the oppressive clouds. Then the fireman paced the abandoned lobby indecisively.

"Think of something else" the fireman barked in a harsh voice. "The BBC used to show videos of train tracks dug through mountains of snow with dense snow walls twenty feet high" the fireman said in a softer voice. "Sometimes covered by wood to become snow tunnels" he added in an almost childish voice. "Roads buried under snow. City streets buried under snow. Snow burying homes. Snow crushing buildings" the fireman snarled with escalating tension. "Why did the Urban Myth Whisperer want an extra rendezvous? It is too dangerous to try get across town after darkness falls. It is sunset now! Even walking fast won't get me there before the night falls!" The fireman paced the lobby.

"Why not stay the night here? It would be safe. It is one of my favorite spelunker abandoned places! Remember when we used to live in the bar? For a while I had an old TV set with a coat hanger antenna to get snatches of the news. Old movies. The BBC. Ahmad's sock monkey. Mohammad's blankie. Wolfey's gift. The big letter D with a phonograph of us riding his motorcycle? Remember the good old days before the coldness came? Before the Great Betrayal?

The weathermen marveling on the novelty of ice and snow which was suppose to be vanishing. As if witnessing something mythic. Telling us to enjoy it because it was vanishing. Saying snow was a novelty which was vanishing off the face of the earth. Now glaciers are relentlessly marching down mountainsides toward villages and towns and cities and burying them. A vanishing novelty they said. A novelty which is crushing everything in their tracks now." The fireman eyed the decaying splendor of the abandoned hotel as if eyeing whether or not it could defy a glacier. His grimace said he thought not. "They showed the Thames River frozen for a week. A novelty they said. A freak which global warming was erasing forever. Except the next year the Thames River froze again. For three weeks. Then the next year it froze for a month. Then the next year it froze for two months. Then the next year...... well...... And by then the it was becoming painfully obvious that every prediction the Prophet of Global Warming made was not coming true. Rather the reverse.

The glaciers were coming back. Not vanishing. The Antarctic was not melting. It was growing. Greenland was not melting. It was growing. Though Urban Myth Whisperers whisper that Alaska is weirdly free of snow at least in areas as if some sort of obscene perverse anomaly having a joke on the rest of us. The Arctic ice sheets were growing. Not melting. The sea lanes were seeing more and more ice. The harbors were freezing. The rivers were freezing. The oceans were cooling dangerously. The icebergs are filling more and more of the oceans. The Gulf Stream has slowed. All but stopped. I never knew what the hell the Gulf Stream was until it stopped delivering Tropic warmth to our coast as if an escalator. Or the Jet Stream until it turned into a polar vortex and dragged the Arctic cold downward to torment us and make my tri-weekly all night walkabouts increasingly cold to endure." The fireman paced the abandoned nervously. "I don't know what to do? I feel as if I am making a life and death decision whether or not to leave this lobby! Why do I think I am going to die tonight?"

The fireman paced the abandoned lobby nervously. "Remember how the novelty turned into an unspoken threat as the lies unraveled despite the insistence that nothing aberrant was happening? Weathermen delusional as they insisted year after year that each year was the 'hottest on record' while the coolness turned into coldness which turned into chilliness which turned into ice and sleet and frost and then snow? Pictures of the Highlands a winter wonderland ---- in April and May. Even June. The snow refusing to melt. 'Conspiring' one weatherman said. 'Conspiring not to melt' even in summer. Then the first reports of glaciers in Scotland moving. Moving. Moving ---- closer. Closer. Closer. I remember when Wolfey and his anarchists hacked the TV news to show a video of desperate Scots under the Wacko SNPpers actually trying to use flame throwers to melt the approaching glacier besieging Edinburgh! But the authorities quickly regain control of the TV News. That Ministry of Truth which only spoke Propaganda! I guess Edinburgh is no more. But that is hardly what the Ministry of Truth wants us to know as the glaciers creep, creep, creep stealthily toward us to crush us!

The growing glaciers and snow reflecting the sunlight away. The upper atmosphere cooling. More clouds appearing. Becoming denser. Reflecting the warmth of the sun away from the earth. More clouds shrouding the skies longer and longer until it became a rare thing to see the sun at all. Ever more grotesque clouds whirling across the sky. Dark. Oppressive. Strangely contorted as if tortured. Strange cloud formations as if sinister castles in the sky. More clouds generating more rain. Sleet. Hail. Snow. Changing the monsoons. Changing the typhoons. Changing the hurricanes. Changing the cyclones. Changing the Noreasters. Generating fiercer storms as intense cold fronts collided with tropic warm fronts as if organic sterling engines. The clash of extreme temperatures powering ever more terrible storms. The TV screen filled by more and more spectacles of killer winter storms wreaking havoc all over Britain. Europe. Canada. America. The world. Snow at the pyramids. Snow in the deserts of Arabia. But I told myself it could be snippets of old movies to freak us out. Who knows what agenda Big Brother Mo might have in his head? But then ice appeared here in London. Then snow appeared. And then one moonlit night I saw ice gleaming over the moonlit surface of the Thames!

Freak events they said. Freak events they insisted. The seasons shortening resulting in more snow not melting up north. The Highlands. Then Scotland. The the Midlands. York. Manchester. Birmingham. Roads becoming deathly as automobiles careened off the ice. Blizzards paralyzing the roads. Hundreds, thousands of drivers trapped on the roads. Unable to move. Waiting for someone to save them or else the blizzards to stop. Freezing to death in their automobile coffins. Then roads blanketed with such dense snow they were literally buried in snow. Trains unable to move. Airports closed. Everything breaking down. I remember when stores suddenly had empty shelves. And then people panicking. Rushing to buy everything and hoarding it. Fighting over heaters and cans of soup. Fighting over the last bottle of milk as if some South American banana republic. Queues forming down the sidewalks. Then rumors. And bam! Riots! Riots over food.

More snow reflecting more heat away from the earth. More snow feeding more glaciers. The Pacific and Atlantic Oscillations gyrating. La Ninas feeding more coldness as warm La Ninos vanished. At the same time more earthquakes and volcanos erupting which spewed out more sulfur aerosols into the upper hemisphere which created more albedos which reflect the sun's warmth away from the earth while feeding yet more clouds generating yet more rain and floods and hailstones and sleet and ice and snow. I remember seeing hailstones the size of cricket balls thundering down so hard I had to flee the streets and huddle in an abandoned building. Unable to meet Wolfey. Wondering if Wolfey was trapped in it. Afraid Wolfey might be hurt by it. Hailstones. And when I emerged I found hundreds of dead birds littering the streets.

All as the giant planets of the solar system moved into a long predicted orbit where all four giants cluster on one side of sun along with the earth ---- with the other small planets on the other side of the solar alinement. The Solar Planetary Alinement which throughout history has always predicted ice ages and the fall of civilizations. What did some heretic call it? The long anticipated Milankovitch Cycle when everything that can possibly go wrong goes wrong at the same time. I remember when an astronomer announced it. He was arrested. I think he was shot later. Then an astrologer was trotted out to claim the stars were predicting the long delayed triumph of the world war. The long elusive victory at last. Except that got delayed. So the astrologer was shot.

All right smack during a Grand Solar Minimum when the sun goes into hibernation and the sun spots vanish. Not just for 11 years or 22 years. For 65 years. For 206 years. Perhaps for 360 years. 407 years. Maybe 12,000 years. Maybe for 100,000 years though only Urban Myth Whisperers dared to whisper that. Cycles apparently are very predictable. At least by heretics ignoring man made CO2 and the Divine Will of Allah. The Urban Myth Whisperers whispered. The heretics warned. But only other heretics listened. The Ministry of Truth censored everything and ludicrously persisted in reporting the 'hottest season on record' as snow killed us. Alternating with equally ludicrous declarations about WW III as victory proved as illusive as spring.

The Urban Myth Whisperers whispered. The heretics warned. Wolfey managed to hack the BBC one last time and showed a purloined half hour episode of the Twilight Zone. The one where people in a dying city were being slowly cooked alive by global warming or the sun going on over drive or something. The heat making a girl delirious. Then she wakes. Her delirium broken. She feels so gloriously cool. She is ecstatic. Her mother whimpers. Then the terrified old woman joins the others to stare out of the window at the dying sun fading away in a dark sky above a dying city being frozen to death. After Youtube was censored I listened to my illegal ham radio. To the illegal Adopt2030 channel.

But the EU and UN and every nation's leaders listened to Al Gore. The the Prophet of Doom. And our new leaders only listened to Allah and searched the Koran for quotes. Alas, the Koran only said the earth was flat and the stars were closer than the moon and the sun orbited the earth. So that was not much help. Only the heretics listened to the heretics. Mostly politically incorrect heretics. Libertarians. Identitarians. Thatcherites. Kippers. Anti-SHPpers. The raving Welsh. Red State red necks. Rust Belt disgruntles. Midland White Boars. The secret Q Society. Anarchists like Wolfey. The Jews and Freemasons."

The fireman paced the abandoned lobby nervously as the sky outside deepened into ruddy golds and reds and livid smears of putrid green as the sun fought to pierce the dense clouds. "Xenophobic anarchists. Anti-multi-culturalists. Not - in - my - back -Diversity - is - our - strength nationalists. Blue collars becoming poorer and poor because of the New World Order tin type dictators controlling their lives in defiance of democracy. The UN Panel on Climate Change competing with the UN Agenda 21 and the EU to rule every moment of our lives as if some totalitarian monstrosity. Micro managing us as if crushing us like a bureaucratic glacier. Burying us under tonnage of regulations and protocols and taxes and reparations and cap and trade as we were grounded down into a bloody pulp!

What the fuck happened to nations anyway? What the hell happened to populist democracy. Oh wait! That was outlawed. Populist democracy. When did populist democracy became so haram? Oh wait! When Brexit almost succeeded in liberating the British people! When Trump almost won! Assassinated! Paving the way to victory by Big Sis! When Le Pen almost won! Requiring her arrest and execution! When Wilders almost won! Requiring his arrest and execution! And the Double Headed Eagle Alliance of rogue East European nations revolted against the EU and the UN Panel on Climate Change and refused to take any of the millions and millions and millions of invading migrants or destroy their illegal fossil fuel power plants! Humanitarian and ecological crisis be damned! They said they would not commit ethnic or biological suicide!

The TV news was filled by the spectacle of millions and millions and millions and millions if migrants marching out of the Third World failed states into the Advanced World super states. Every rescue ship and ferry chauffeuring millions and millions and millions and millions of migrants out of the Islamic Levant and Africa. Rafts filing the Mediterranean. The rafts filling the Channel. Rafts invading every sea side port of Britain and Europe and then Canada and America. Humanitarian airplanes financed by Soros flying in hundreds of thousands of migrants every single day. Luvvies helping Soros to 'save humanity' as millions and millions and millions of Third World failed state migrants overwhelmed the West as if a human glacier. No one asking why the Surtr was being vomited out of the warm South as the North West Hemisphere froze! Shouldn't it have been the other way around? The migration I mean!

Every day politicians scrambling to shove more millions and millions and millions into every city and town and village as every city and town and village became open air migrant camps. Why the fuck didn't anyone just say 'Stop!'? Why the fuck didn't anyone ask why it was all happening now as the air went cold and gleaming ice glittered so seductively on the surface of the river Thames? All as new stars in the cold sky twinkled. Jupiter. Saturn. Uranus. Neptune. Glittering in a new configuration in the suddenly chilling sky. A planetary astrological warning of the fall of dynasties and empires and civilizations."

The fireman paced the abandoned lobby. "Indigenous people being displaced and replaced and erased by millions and millions and millions and millions of migrants and gimmegrants and 'child' migrants over twenty years old and 'refugees' from every nation except Syria which was being destroyed in a proxy war financed by Iran and the Oil Kingdoms and armed by Obama while he lied to his people about the Rebels who were really ISIS all along because Hillary the Hilderbeast wanted regime change so she could boast 'We Came. We Saw. He died!' Preferably unspeakably horribly. Preferably while being tortured and sodomized with a red hot poker up his rectum. And no one was allowed to shout 'Stop! Stop! Fucking stop this insanity! We are being fucking invaded you fucking morons!"

So the people in control of the governments, the New World Order minions of the EU, the UN, the media, the press, the politicians, the police, the professors, the luvvies, the snowflakes, the social justice warriors, the environmentalists, the religious leaders, the global bankers, the global corporations, all listened to Gore and Soros because it fitted their agenda. Their world view. Their political orientation. Their future plans. And most of all their agenda. So no one connected the dots or read the signs in the cooling sky. And saying the gleaming ice glittering on the surface of the river Thames was being generated by hothouse CO2 because the planet was burning up ceased to be credulous. Yet every politically correct virtue signaling useful idiot nodded when told that and baaaahhhed as if sheeple! And despite feeling the ominous chill in the air every brainwashed minion dutifully baaaahhhed as if sheeple when told each year was the 'hottest on record' as the weather data was doctored as history was doctored as reality was doctored as we were gaslighted!

Except for some. Heretics. Like Wolfey. Are you still alive somewhere out there Wolfey? So the heretics were branded as fascists and Nazis and reactionaries and xenophobes and Islamophobes and Freemasons and diverse rebels and survivalist nutters and Thatcherites. The latter was ironic considering Thatcher's political exploitation of global warming to destroy the Welsh miners. Global Warming or Global Cooling became politicalized. Commercialized. Religiously polarized. Truth became a political issue. Not an issue of verity or prevarication. It became a religious cult. A messianic vision of utopia. A cultural Marxist madness embraced by every supposedly sane individual who really was just a sheeple saying baaaah in unison instead of asking coherent questions. Even I knew Gore should have had that hockey stick of his shoved up his rectum instead of Assad's.

Wolfey said he knew what anarchist side he belonged on when he found out the open borders Marxists also believed in Soros and Gore's bullshit. Wolfey said the issue intersected because Marxists invaded Academia and also the Environmental movement after the fall of the Berlin Wall. And Marxists wanted the West to be destroyed. And importing millions and millions and millions and millions and millions and millions of Mos would guarantee just that. Hence cultural Marxists all wanted open borders as well as believed in Global Warming. They wanted to destroy every nation in the Western World. Both would do just that!

Wolfey said there was an intersection between the migrant crisis and weather. Just not what the Marxists imagined. During Grand Solar Minimums crop failures always send millions and millions and millions and millions of people marching into every country rumored to have food. Famine is unleashed. Plagues. Wars. And Death. The Four Horsemen of the something or other. Grand Solar Maximums breed millions and millions and millions and millions during the warm fat times. Grand Solar Minimums kill off millions and millions and millions and millions during the lean cold times. And the Tropic Zone always breeds millions and millions and millions and millions and millions and millions because it is the zone of poverty, instability, chaos, and war. And poverty, instability, chaos, and war perversely breeds millions and millions and millions and millions and millions and millions and millions.

And Islam is lodged in the Tropic Zone and Islam also blesses grossly inbred gross over breeding by the millions and millions and millions and millions and millions and millions millions and millions and millions and millions and millions and millions in order to advance Islam. The millions and millions and millions and millions and millions and millions millions and millions and millions and millions and millions and millions to be used as cheap weapons of war. The one weapon of war which Advanced Nation armies actually has difficulty fighting against. An invading army disguised as a humanitarian crisis. Even when revealed to be an invading army millions and millions and millions and millions and millions and millions of expendable cannon fodder are hard to fight. It is like army ants. Like that Charles Heston movie. No matter now advanced you are you can't fight sheer numbers. Even if you are Charles Heston.

An army of millions and millions and millions and millions and millions and millions millions and millions and millions and millions and millions and millions of grossly inbred morons were retarded and therefore were perfectly malleable to become suicidal jihadists marching into the North and South Hemisphere Advanced World to conquer the Nations of the West and the East — right smack in the middle of a Grand Solar Minimum. In an insane way it is the perfect time to invade. At least if you are insane.

Did I say the morons were retards? Because only a retard would expect to find food in the Northern and Southern Hemispheres when ice and snow covers most of the fields and summers are vanishing and the Thames is freezing and anyway! Britain never could feed its population even during the fat times! Much less the lean times! Did I say the morons were retards? Like Mother....." The fireman grimaced bitterly as he paced the abandoned lobby nervously.

"Hush Ahmad! Don't be afraid. Do I stay? Do I go? Why do I think I am going to die tonight? So anyway! So the millions and millions and millions and millions and millions and millions and millions and millions and millions and millions and millions and millions of cannon fodder were grossly inbred they were too stupid to realize that during Grand Solar Minimums the North and South Hemispheres would freeze so the least food would actually be there. But no! The grossly inbred religious zealots decided to march forth and invade the land of milk and honey and free cell phones only to find themselves marching into a land of ice and snow and sleet and hail and floods and icy rain and rationing and civil upheaval and civil war. Morons!

Of course the Loki Insider Traitors allied with the Cultural Marxists wanted the morons to invade in order to destroy the West and the East Advanced World so they deliberately opened the borders to millions and millions and millions and millions and millions and millions of invaders. Well! At least they opened the borders of the West Advanced World. China, South Korea, and Japan bloody well knew what the planets in the sky were warning and this was an invasion. But the West? Fucking hell but every virtue signaling useful idiot bloody well opened the borders to millions and millions and millions and millions and millions and millions of invaders! Almost all males of war age! Right at the start of a Grand Solar Minimum Little Ice Age! Lily Allen. How has the migrant crisis worked out for you and the other Luvvies? Eh? Oh wait! You are dead!

The migrant crisis by 'chance' started to happen during the 'Pause' as global warming stopped and pivoted and then slowly but relentlessly changed. As in slowly going cold. Very slowly at first so people did not realize it. But then relentlessly. The weather temperatures dropped and winters became more extreme and then crops started to fail and food started to run out as volcanic eruptions and storms started to escalate and weather started to become really erratic and then damn well destructive. Not make pretend destructive the way Gore's minions claimed. Really destructive! Golly! I wonder why the migrant crisis started during the climate pivot? Just like every moment in history when a Grand Solar Maximum Warm Age slowly morphed into a killing Grand Solar Minimum Ice Age and the barbarians appeared at the gates as if on cue!

The Islamic Levant and Africa was always ravished by wars! We did not even have to interfere because the morons there would eagerly wage wars to butcher each other spontaneously all of the time. Throughout history. Nonstop wars butchering each other. The Oil Kingdoms and Iran were playing proxy wars against each other all over the Islamic Levant. War? War was the norm! So why vomit forth now and invade Europe? Canada? America? Australia? New Zealand? South America when it used to exist? Why demand their god given right to invade Japan and South Korea and China? Why invade India and Burma and Cambodia and Thailand? Food was running out. And as food ran out Western charity food ran out. And voila! The migrant invasion commenced!

The Third World failed states never could grow enough food despite their prime real estate. They relied on the Monsoon nations of Asia but Asia was densely populated so there was not much in way of bumper crops to share. So the Third World failed states all relied on spring wheat and summer wheat and winter wheat grown in the cornucopia of the Northwest Hemisphere! Canada was the wheat basket of the world! And America's northern plains. Them too. Washington and Oregon states. North Europe. Russia. North China. South Korea. And guess what got buried under snow first? Then America's potato heartlands! Buried in snow! Then Iowa's corn belt! Buried in snow! North Europe's grain and potato fields! Buried in snow! Then the Mos nuked Russia with a dirty bomb! There went the other big time grain basket! And voila! There went half of the world's food supply! The Indian Punjab wheat belt went next! Voila! There went another chunk of the world's food supply! And monsoons were disrupted so South India's rice bowl was cut by half. So like China, India declared any sale of food abroad to be treason. Grossly over populated Mo Pakistan and Bangladesh and Malaydonesia then declared war on India as well as China and Burma and Thailand! The Rice Bowls!

The California Central Valley rebelled to hoard their bounty though it was mostly other than needful grains. Ditto impacted New Zealand and Australia. And voila! There went another chunk of the world's food supply! Including most of the lamb which the world ate! And most of the beef! And China's loss of its grain growing regions meant there went most of the pork! And the Mos can't eat pork! But they weren't eating Western beef or lamb either! Not by then! And as crops were wreaked or ruined throughout the North West Hemisphere the domino effect kicked in. Food was rationed as the prices went up and up and up. Food was hoarded. Then food panics and food riots started.

And Israel hardly offered to share their state of the art green houses and scientific growing processes! They declared sale of food outside of Israel to be treason. Israel's antsy Mos suddenly decided being a Mo Israeli was suddenly more desirable than helping twelve million starving Palestinians in the hell holes formally known as Gaza and the West Bank. By then those Medina Trenches were open graves! And ironically the Israeli Mos were enthusiastically defending Israeli from twelve million starving Mos attacking it plus another twenty million starving Lebanon Mos and another fifty million Syria and Turkish Mos. Machine guns firing from the towering concrete barriers! Machine guns firing at beaches! Machine guns and rockets and missiles! To stop starving Mos from invading! A war! Over food! Not religion anymore! Food!

And considering the penchant of Mos to destroy complex green houses, such as was displayed when the Israelis retreated from Gaza and the Mos destroyed the expensive state of the art green houses in Gaza, the Israeli Mos decided which side of their bread was buttered! Israel meant food! Just barely enough food! But food! Millions and millions and millions and millions and millions of starving Mos in the ultimate failed states attacking Israel would mean the Mos of Israel would starve! There just wasn't enough food! So voila! The Mos in Israel voted with their stomachs! For food! So voila! There went most of the Third World failed states' food supply!

The crude and mostly subsistence farms of the Third World failed states went belly up as drought and erratic weather devastated their rudimentary crop production. Not even the Nile could feed Egypt. Forget about any other failed state. Ex-Rhodesia, once an exporter of food, was starving after they kicked out White commercial agriculture which produced the bumper crops. Then South Africa decided to do the same disastrous thing. And that was pretty much what all of Africa did. Kick out the only people who knew how to apply the Western Agricultural Revolution to Africa and the Levant to produce food surpluses!

African and Islamic Levant famines were always the norm even with tons of Western grains. And now there were no longer any Western grains. Not for free and not for payment! And guess who was still grossly breeding in order to conquer the world? The Africans and the Mos of the Third World failed states! With food cut by two thirds and South America wiped out by the Ring of Fire along with a huge chunk of Malaydonesia the millions and millions and millions and millions and millions of Third World failed state migrants marched forth to take the food! But that did not mean they would find any food to take!

Hell! Wolfey said the food started to run out when Gore's crazy corn for fuel schemes started. Corn which once was given away as Western charity to Africans now was ordered to be rendered into automobile fuel which generated more CO2 instead of less. And that was when Africans first started to starve ---- and invade Italy by the hundreds. Then thousands. Then hundreds of thousands. Then millions. And now.... how many? Fuck! Rumors say two billion are in Europe and one half billion are shoved into this tiny island! Mostly in three dying cities! Like this dying city! London the City of the Dead!

So while the Luvvies and useful idiots and open border anarchists and New World Order minions of the EU and UN listened to Soros and Gore the embittered and alienated and poor and rebellious indigenous citizenry hunkered down and defied the EU and UN and Soros and Gore and the Luvvies and the Useful Idiots and the Four Ps and the Quislings and Cultural Marxtists and the Lefties and the Loki Insider Traitors because it fitted their narrative of an establishment betraying them and betraying their nations and betraying the West. It fitted their narrative that the Great Betrayal was happening. It fitted their narrative because disastrous multiculturalism sans integration or assimilation as if 5th columns of hostiles and enforced diversity with the indigenous ordered to surrender to the invaders was dissolving social cohesion and ripping up the shared national identity which was spawning The Putnam Effect: suspicion and paranoia and fear and hostility and tribalism. The betrayed prepared for a mini ice age and WW III while the Establishment prepared for Greenland melting and flooding their expensive Florida beach front condos. Survivalists and Peppers prepared for death by ice and WW III. Everyone else prepared for a potential threat of fire and a gigantic extinction but not the extinction of humanity because the EU - UN -New World Order would save the world and Soros the Puppeteer would nominate Big Brother to rule while Gore was being elected Jesus in chief. Don't worry everyone! The New World Order had everything under control!

A million people got rich. Millions because poor. Gore became a millionaire and then a billionaire. And trillions was squandered to prepare for a doom which never happened. Therefore the powerful did not prepare themselves or their countries for the doom which the signs in the sky predicted. Jupiter warned. Neptune warned. Uranus warned. Saturn warned. The gleaming ice shimmering in the moonlight on the surface of the river Thames warned. But like the arrogant on the Titanic the elite ignored the shimmering icy warnings and charged straight toward the iceberg. And they mistook the coming of the invaders as a humanitarian crisis instead of an invasion while ignoring the signs in the sky and raw data from weather balloons and satellites and argo ocean bobbling contraptions which really said what was really happening instead of what the computer models predicted was suppose to be happening.

Useful idiots believed fictional computer models as if science fiction movies. And they believe silly Hollywood disaster science fiction movies. They were so disconnected from reality they could not tell the difference between computer game models and reality. And despite a twenty year 'pause' which normally would have disproved any hypothesis the powers to be dug in their heels and the politically brainwashed sheeple just said baaaah! And we were caught with out trousers down in a blizzard!

I remember when I first saw it. The fairy snow. The air was so cold the snow floated in the air. As if falling in slow motion. The fairy snow. I thought it the prettiest thing I ever saw ---- until I realized I was freezing. And then I saw other strange things. Ice crystals hanging from bare branches as if fairy hair. Fog domes when the coldness causes the ground fog to swell up as if trapped under a glass dome. Strange cloud formations like nuctilucent clouds. Bizarre cloud formations. Increasingly bizarre and sinister clouds which shrouded the sky and blocked out the sun. And when the clouds did tatter I saw upside down rainbows. As if smilies in the sky — except they only occur when the upper hemisphere becomes fatally cold. Then pink hail. Red rain. Killing floods. Light pillars as the freezing air froze moisture into shimmering nighttime auroras except they were like Greek pillars holding up the freezing sky. So ethereal! Magical! Except they were really warnings of the acute freezing coldness. Like the fairy snow floating slowly down as if magic. They were all warnings! Warnings! Like the first exquisite ice shimmering on the surface of the Thames! Beautiful warnings of doom!

Where the hell were Al Gore's supposed atmospheric 'hot spots'? Instead we got four new stars, the gas giants, dominating the sky in a new formation that foretold of cataclysm and shimmering light pillars and fairy snow and rainbow smilies forewarning of an approaching calamity. Not global warming. Global cooling. In fact another mini ice age — for which everyone was utterly unprepared ---- except for the heretics of course. Mostly heretics of the alt right and survivalist nutters and Ragnarokkr Survival bastions and rumors of secret underground cities immune to glaciers.

It is funny how the political right believed the heretics while the political left believed Soros and Gore and the EU and the UN and the Agenda 21 with their shrill calls for more and more power to regulate every aspect of everyone's life down to their shoe laces. Totalitarian power by unelected bureaucracy and global statist autocracy ---- arm in arm with the new world order global elite ----- arm in arm with leftist dictators ---- arm in arm with Soros and his call for open borders ---- as millions upon millions of Third World migrants invaded us without the authorities firing a shot! The Pope blessing the invasion of Catholic Italy by Mos. Funny that. What the hell did that old fool think would happen when Mos invaded Catholic Italy by the millions and millions and millions and millions after exterminating every last Christian in the Islamic Levant? The Second Sacking of Catholic Rome by Mos! That's what!

Then the BBC stopped reporting the anomalies because it was scaring everyone and it contradicted the Faith. The Faith and the Truth which our leaders indoctrinated us with. The Faith and the Truth and the Ideology which justified surrendering our cultures to multi-cultural control and our nations to global control and our democracies to autocratic control and our freedoms for the common good and our once prosperous lifestyles fueled by fossil fuels and the industrial revolution to the environmental cause. A cause for which humanity posed a fundamental threat. All while closing down the coal plants and nuclear plants and hydro plants which once generated so much cheap electricity in favor of wind turbines and solar panels. And with these Constable clouds and nonstop savage storms of hailstones and sleet and ice they are not worth shit! Not like a coal plant used to be! The Faith and the Truth and the Ideology and the Mandate of the UN and the EU and the Agenda 21 which required our total de-industrialization and the closing of factories and industries and transportation which spewed out too much carbon dioxide pollution?

Every industrial nation in the North West Hemisphere heroically closing down every legal factory and industry and power plant in order to save the world from global warming just in time for -----this. The impoverished Third World ordered not to industrialize or modernize just in time for ---- this. Everyone ordered to sacrifice themselves to save the world just in time for ---- this. Squandering trillions in carbon trades in ponzi schemes of big banker carbon stock market swindles without one iota actually achieving anything anywhere whatsoever. ---- as millions of poor Third World people perished for want of cheap electricity ---- fueling unrest and war and the migrant crisis in time for ---- this. As corn was diverted to bio fuel ---- as millions starved in the poor Third World — fueling unrest and war and the migrant crisis just in time for ---- this. As wheat fields were buried under snow ---- for this.

Trillions vanishing into pockets of the global elite and the EU and the UN bureaucracy as the poor of the Third World invaded the Northern and Southern Hemispheres by the millions and millions and millions and millions — just in time for this. Not one dollar of pound or lira or reich mark trickling down to anyone ---- especially in the poor failed states of the Third World. De-industrializing the Advanced World ---- while unemploying workers here ---- while simply moving industry to China and India. Not even Japan and South Korea. China and India and their slave factories where pollution was infinitely worse but workers were infinitely cheaper ---- de-industrializing the North West Hemisphere Advanced World back to a stone age just in time to save the world from ---- this. To perish not by fire but by ice!"

The fireman swore bitterly as he shuddered. His unwashed body in layers of dirty wool and cotton inside his sinister black leather uniform barely able to ward off the cold inside the abandoned building created in a richer and warmer era of wealth now vanished created by people now dead for people now impoverished. "Of course the urban myth whisperers whisper that only the politically correct obeyed the orders from above. The global elite naturally did not inconvenience themselves. Nor did the global elite. The bankers. The new world order swindlers. The unelected bureaucrats. The politicians feathering their warm nests. Soros lived like a potentate. Al Gore got 102 million in the swindle. Then billions in more swindles. He retired to his shining condo by the sea. I guess he was never worried about rising sea tides ---- which are dropping now as ice and glaciers invade our once green and lovely land.

Where the fuck is that Prophet of Doom so I can shoot him. I should have shot the Prophet of Doom that night after Wolfey and that mad Irishman Sheridan and I blew up his fiendish machine! What a story! But not one I dare to confess to! I should have shot him! That hypocritical bastard! Alive he is a danger to me! I should have shot him! He does not know my real name but if he ever found out my real name he could send me to the Tower and torture and death! Why didn't I shoot him when I could? Why? Why? Why? Alive he is hanging over my head as if the sword of Damocles! Alive he is hanging over every head of every one of his enemies as if the sword of Damocles unsheathed and ravenous to drink blood!...."

".....The Argo monitors are still showing a limp Gulf Stream! Unless the Gulf Stream regenerates Europe in general and Britain in particular will never see a balmy summer again!" the nervy man declared as his thin hands flustered with his spectacles before jumbling his wild grey hair. "It is a conveyer belt which brings Tropic warmth north!"

"Not by fire but by ice!" the human whippet of a silver haired man replied as he stared over the nervy man's shoulder at the monitor. He read the scrolling numbers as he adjusted his steel rimmed spectacles. "Poor Robert Felix was burned alive! How many of us heretics are still alive?"

"The moment the Prophet of Doom labeled us 'deniers' I knew this ceased to be a scientific debate and became a cult" the grey faced man said sadly. His grey eyes as mournful as his Yankee twang. "It was like being equated with the Holocaust. Every scientist who had a job or research scholarship or tenure or family to support shut up. No one dared to dispute the Prophet of Doom! I would endure Senate committees which were nothing short of the Spanish Inquisition. TV interviews with so-called reporters who could not speak unless they were reading off a teleprompter and they would be crucifying me. All but water boarding me. They had not done a speck of research. Not even so much as viewed an Youtube. Much less read a book. Forget about my many academic articles. And they would tear into me as if jackals. It was heresy. Heresy. Heresy to challenge the sacred hypothesis. And the sacred hypothesis was pseudoscience. Debunked by the original High Lords panel even before the Nobel Committee gave the Prophet of Doom the prize. The most unearned and nonsensical prize in history of the committee. A prize which has done more damage to the planet than any claims which the Prophet of Doom ever made. All rational debate was silenced! I felt like Galileo facing the Pope."

"You got jailed my dear chap" the scientific version of Santa Claus said as the jovial red faced man surveyed his monitor. "Entrapment charge" the rotund man added as he spun around in his chair before again surveying his monitor which was scrolling as slowly as molasses.

"After the secret tapes were doctored and edited" the sad faced man said softly. "My career was destroyed forever. I never took a dime but my career was destroyed forever."

"Yet the holier - than -thous condemning you to that bogus entrapment charge were all taking grants from big oil companies and Enron speculators with total impunity!" the red faced Santa said as the grey faced man sat limp in his hard wooden chair. "No one blames you for fleeing that last arrest charge."

"I was out on bail" the grey faced man said softly with unspeakable guilt.

"The secret bail donation was made so you could flee my dear fellow!" the jovial red faced man said as he came up to pat the broken man on one shoulder. "Dying in prison would not have helped the planet! We need you alive!"

"You were thrown off your channel. That was your baby. You spent your entire life creating that and you were exiled from your own channel" the grey faced man said as he used an worn handkerchief to wipe tears from his sad grey eyes.

The Atlantic oscillation is still gyrating" the nervy blue collar genius shouted with hyper excitement as he waved his fidgety hands in the air. "There is all but no gulf stream. Of course it is solar cycles but which cycle? The 11 / 22 cycle is long past! Is it the De Vries 200 cycle which you corrected to be your 206 year cycle John? The 360 year cycle? The 407 year cycle advanced by Zharkova? The 407 year Maunder to Maunder cycle? Which matches the gas giant planetary alinement of doom? Or is it the 1030 year cycle. Or ...worse?"

"The dreaded Milankovitch cycle? The grey faced man said. His grey eyes mournful. "Botanical and Biological life evolved during ancient and spectacularly warm ages that were often ten times warmer than today. In fact we are in the Pleistocene Ice Age." He brought up a graph and stared at it sorrowfully. "Great depths of plunging, intense glacier cold alternating with momentary periods of tantalizingly brief warmth. Interglacier. To be exact the Holocene interglacier. Roughly 11,500 years apart. Apparently turned on and off by the Milankovitch climate toggle switch!"

"As if islands raising above a stormy ocean" the rotund scientific Santa Claus said as he walked over to survey the graph on the flickering computer screen. "Holidays of warmth as I like to describe them. Fleeting Pleistocene climatic holidays in warm Holocene Tahiti!"

"Cycles of course" the mournful man said softly. "Cycles. Hundreds of thousands of years in length. These brief eons of warmth might last 11,500 to 12,000 years but they are, in the full enormity of time, mere pauses. Holidays as you say when botanical and biological life enjoys 'islands' or 'peaks' of brief warming above the great, freezing, glacier depths. Mere moments in planetary time. A mere cosmic blink of the all seeing eye of eternity. Mankind evolved during one of these brief and fleeting moments of warmth between storms of prolonged freezing coldness. This 'island' or 'peak' here. The Holocene.

And each 'island' or 'peak' above the freezing ocean of acute glacier ice is also a wavy line of cycles of warm ages and mini ice ages. Combinations of 11 - 22 year warm and cold cycles. Maybe a brief 22 years. Maybe 65 years or 206 years or 407 years. Maybe a thousand years. Maybe 1030 years. Each warm age blessing one civilization. Each mini ice age destroying one civilization. Our modern civilization evolved during the Modern Grand Solar Maximum when the sun's indicators were all on maximum output. The sun was super charged. What the Prophet of Doom ludicrously described as an abnormality was actually a tragically brief cocoon of nurturing warmth. A Holocene holiday from a deadly prolonged ice age." He gestured to the graph which resembled six tiny island-like peaks of warmth separated by great depths of freezing ice ages. "Most of the Pleistocene has been those great oceans of freezing coldness whirling around those tiny 'island' 'peaks'. 85% of the Pleistocene as you can see is made up of ice age cycles. Warmth is actually an anomaly."

The scientists came over and stared at the flickering screen. "So the present Holocene 'island' 'peak' which is our tragically brief holiday from freezing is over due to plunge into another prolong ice age according to the 11,500 - 12,000 year cycle. Every previous Holocene interglacial interlude has only lasted around 11,500 to 12,000 years. And the wavy line of this all to brief Holocene holiday from freezing purgatory features solar cycles of warmth and cooling periods based on combinations of 11 - 22 solar cycle of sun spots here. Here. Here. Here. Here. Here. And here."

"Including the Old Egypt - Babylon and New Egypt - Persian -Minoan warm age. Here. The Rome warm age. Here. The Medieval Warm Age. Here. The Dust Bowl 1920s warm age. Here. The present farcical Gore Age of warmth. The peak here is the 1998 El Nino. And since 1998 we can see the temperatures have been pausing. And after an aborted 2010 blip we are now starting to plunge downward."

"Every warm age alternating with a cold age. The way every warm El Nino alternates with a cold La Nina. Extreme matching extreme. Each cold cycle terminating the previous warm cycle. There is the Oort cold cycle. That terminated Rome. The Wolf. The Sporer. The Maunder. That cold cluster terminated the Medieval Warm cycle. The Dalton. That terminated Napoleon as well as the short recovery warm cycle everyone hoped would end the Maunder. The turn of the century WW I cold period where Lawrence of Arabia saw snow even in Arabia. No wonder WW I was such a killer! It helped to kill off the Edwardian peak! The 1945- 1950s icy bitch. That terminated Hitler, almost finished off Stalin and caused mass starvation in Russia, and propelled Mao to power in starving China. The 1975 Hollywood disaster movie backdrop. Empires raising and falling with each cycle. Each peak of civilization brought down by an icy dark age of famine and plagues and war and death. This is the unraveling present Grand Solar Maximum warm age. 1998 is the peak. And the present pause which is now dropping rapidly is starting to resemble the Dalton cold cycle. But if the 407 Maunder to Maunder cycle is valid then we are due for a Maunder. Not a Dalton. Another bigly Little Ice Age. But the 11,500 cycle is over due too."

"There is also your 206 year cycle."

"Which cycle will it be? That is the question!"

"The question is what is Cycle 25 leading into?" one scientist said grimly.

"We always knew solar cycle 23 was dipping. Solar cycle 24 was drastically dipping. The Sun's indicators were all dropping by 30, 40, 50 percent in ten years. That is, physics wise, a free fall. A drastic drop off occurring during the Pause. A drastic drop off in solar temperatures, solar storms, solar winds, solar spots, the drop in ocean level and temperature of course, the drop in atmosphere temperature of course, the first evidence of growing cloud formations and intensification of storm generation as solar winds dropped, the rise of Carbon 14 and solar cosmic flux, raising Cosmic Rays, increasing earthquake activity and drastically increasing volcanic activity, and drastic, horrific solar coronal holes."

"The deniers are the damn fools who worshiped the Cult of the Prophet of Doom" the rotund, red faced Santa Claus scientist said. "If it quacks like a duck and waddles like a duck and looks like a duck then it is a duck! A Grand Solar Minimum includes the drastic decline of sun spots. Check! Decline of solar temperatures. Check! Decline of solar winds. Check! Solar cycles dropping? Yes. Check! Temperatures dropping on earth. Check! Sea levels dropping and oceans chilling. Check! Polar ice increasing. Check! Glaciers on the march. Check! Solar cosmic flux and cosmic rays increasing. Check! Carbon 14 raising. Check! Volcanic activity and earthquakes increasing. Check! Coronal holes appearing. Check! Atmospheric clouds increasing. Check! Increasing storms of all types and all intensities and destructiveness. Check! Pacific and Atlantic oscillations changing. Check! Gulf stream and Jet stream effected. Check!

Is the Milankovitch tilt and wobble moving the Northern Hemisphere away from the sun during the winter resulting in a 1/8th loss of the sun's declining warmth? Yes. Check! Is the Milankovitch obit moving from an interglacial circular obit into an extreme ecliptic glacier obit? Yes. Because of the solar system alinement with the big gas planets. So check! Any greenhouse hot spots in the upper atmosphere? No! Pacific 'blob'? Gone! El Ninos? Gone! La Ninas? Coming! Check! Complete with La Ninas bringing pouring rain? Yes. Check! Pouring rain and pouring floods and shocking hail events out of season? Yes. Check! Intensifying freezing with sinister weather phenomenon like 'light pillars' and 'fairy snow'? Yes. Check! Snow resisting melting during the height of summer in key places? Yes. Check! Are temperatures going up per the weather balloons and atmosphere satellites and argo ocean monitors and land temperature measures? No. No. No. Yes. But the land temperature measures are warped by bogus readings of hot concrete and doctored data. So the checkoff list says a Grand Solar Minimum is starting! End of debate! The only question is now long will the Grand Solar Minimum be?"

The mournful scientist stared at computer. "I remember when scientists first noticed solar coronal holes. Black spots on the surface when different measuring lenses were applied in order to analyze the elements of the sun's surface. They were nervy! Very nervy! Now the sun' face is all but 'black' during these lens measurements. All but black! And no one is reporting it at all! Solar winds and storms are drastically dropping. Solar spots have utterly vanished. Every measurement of the sun is drastically dropping. Except Carbon 14 and solar cosmic fluxes. They are soaring upward of course. Solar cycle 23 and 24 showed an indisputable drop. Indisputable drop! And we have known what all of this means and has meant for over a century! Over two centuries!

And NOAA and NASA and the UN deliberately covered up all of this and the delusional media refused to report any of this! We knew solar cycle 25 would be the killer indicator about what sort of cycle the sun's hibernation cycle was going into. Big. Bigger still. Or the biggest. Another Milankovitch! And no one reported on it or wanted to parcel out even the most miserly of funds to research it! Everyone was so obsessed with the mole hill of man made CO2 they totally ignored what was happening high up over their deluded heads! The sun going into hibernation!"

"It was criminal! Criminal!" the lean silver haired, black listed NASA scientist said as he adjusted his steel rimmed glasses.

"If you can't explain the pause you can't explain the cause" another scientist snarled. "Damn the Prophet of Gloom and his craven minions!"

"It was not if we were facing an ice age but what type of ice age" another scientist said. "Would solar cycle 25 tell us the bottom would be after 22 years or 100 years or a hundred fifty years or ......well...."

"Would we be facing an Oort or Wolf or Sporer or Maunder?" another scientist asked.

"The scary thing is all of those little ice ages are part of a gigantic cycle called 407 cycle!" the nervy scientist said as he waved his thin hands, all but knocking off his thick glasses.

"Could be a 206 cycle" the ex-NASA scientist theorized.

"Not according to Doctor Zharkova and her fellow Russian scientists!" the nervy scientist replied. "Russians respect the cold!"

"Would the bottom of the nightmare of frozen Hel on Earth be 2024 when the gas giants pulled our planet's ecliptic orbit to its furthest? Or 2040? Would we see the end of the nightmare by 2204? Or would we see our specie's extinction in the depths of another Milankovitch triggered full blown ice age?" another scientist mused.

"The trouble is the solar cycle is being impacted by the planetary orbital ecliptic which won't pass until after 2024" the red faced Santa scientist replied. "So many variables!" he shouted jovially. "Like the impact of the magnetic flipping of the poles! It is clearly tied to ice age triggers but how? It clearly has occurred during other drastic ice ages but what is the exact cause? Who said weather was boring? Who said no one would want a TV channel devoted to weather? Come on my old computer! Stop scrolling like an old lady and compute!"

"And we don't know when the magnetic poles will finally flip" the human bouncing ball with the round bald head said as he used a slide ruler to computer figures. "The exasperating factor is that flipping magnetic poles often happen during Milankovitch cycles when the on-off climate toggle switch is flipped. But not always...."

"The Grand Solar Minimum triggers so many other events" the red faced Santa exclaimed with relish as he rubbed his hands together with glee. Oh do hurry up and stop scrolling my old computer! "Earthquakes. Temperatures can effect everything from metal to plastic to the very earth itself. Earthquakes can then trigger volcanic eruptions. Volcanic eruptions can trigger cloud formations. Cloud formations during sun hibernation becomes more extreme as solar winds decline. More extreme cloud formations generate more rain and sleet and ice and snow. The clash of extreme cold fronts and tropic warm fronts generate more extreme and therefore destructive storms. That impacts typhoons and hurricanes and cyclones as well as more destructive floods. More snow. More snow creates more albedo reflection of the sun away from the earth. Everything impacts everything else. That increases the variables!"

"And feedbacks!"

"The sun's hibernation and the magnetic gyrations as the poles gear up to switch means cosmic rays and Birkeland Currents from the Orion Nebula will hit the planet with much more intensity" the lean silver haired scientist said he adjusted his steel rimmed spectacles to survey the screen. "And then there is the reality of icy self generating feedback" the sleek silver haired man added. Then he took notes with a mechanical pencil.

"Our sun is a plasma sun. That is the key. Are we still being hunted John?" the nervy little Brit asked the sleek silver haired whippet of an American scientist exiled from NASA.

"Yes. We are still being hunted Piers" John replied as he adjusted his steel rimmed spectacles. "We will always be hunted until every single one of us is arrested and executed. What was good enough for the long ago Spanish Inquisitors is good enough for our modern Inquisitor...."

".....Only fools and the suckers sacrificed their immoral Advanced World lifestyles to the siren call of the Prophet of Doom!" the fireman snarled bitterly as he surveyed the decayed splendor of the wreaked Art Deco hotel. "The Industrial Revolution was declared haram and so was Western Civilization which created it and Capitalism which propelled it forward and the Empires of the West which was its byproduct and the Great Divergence which was its triumphant symbol. The Luvvies and the Lefties and the Cultural Marxist indoctrinated Snowflakes and delusional 68ers looking for another suicidal cult all embraced the Faith and the Truth and the Ideology as if Jim Jones Cool Aid. All while leaping off the cliffs of politically correct brainwashing in lemming unison.

The Snowflakes too late discovering that their exquisitely delicate safe places were only made possible by Western Values and Western Economics and Western Genius and Western Enterprise and Western Capitalism along with Western Hard Work by despised Western Blue Collared Workers along with outlawed Western Industry and Western Manufacturing and Western Cheap Electricity powered by something other than useless solar panels or fragile wind turbines.

All while also drinking the Jim Jones Cool Aid that they should also stop breeding because of over population while opening their borders to millions and millions and millions and millions and millions of migrants from a particular religion which blessed gross over breeding. Embracing their own White Genocide along with the Genocide of the West. Suicide garbed in the trappings of oh so fashionably chic politically correct social justice warrior couture, otherwise known as straight jackets, being peddled by the Emperor wearing no clothes. What did that mad Irishman call it? Non liner warfare of gaslighting to drive the sane insane by warping reality with the spell of the performance of chaos. Am I going to die tonight Wolfey? Should I stay or should I go?

The politically incorrect Alt Right, that helter-skelter crazy quilt of hodgepodge political viewpoints unified only in their opposition to the Progressive Left and Cultural Marxists and insane Social Justice Warriors and New World Order tin type dictators and unelected EU bureaucratic tyrants and UN zealots and Open Borders Anarchists and pathological nut cases obsessed with destroying the West and overthrowing Western Nations and erasing Western Values and eradicating Western Culture while exterminating Western Religions while displacing and replacing indigenous Western Whites arm in arm with Islamo Fascists and old fashioned Communists now jumped right into survivalist mode. This is gaslighting! This is insanity! This is suicide! This is genocide! And we are not the crazy ones! The crazy ones are the ones attacking us while calling us the crazy ones! Prepare for WW III! God! Wolfey? Are you still alive? Where are you Wolfey? Please still be alive Wolfey! At least let one of us still be alive after tonight! Why do I think I am going to die tonight? Should I stay here? Or should I risk trying to cross this City of the Dead to reach Green Park Migrant Camp to meet my handler? It must be important for him to schedule this rendezvous. Perhaps he wants to extract me? But if I am caught on the streets after dark when the Ferals come out to feed then I am dead!"

The fireman stared at the amber golds and brilliant reds and lurid greens of the growing sunset. He flinched. "Something tells me to stay. Stay here! Stay here!" He pace the abandoned lobby nervously . "So Alt Right Conservatives and other assorted Heretics and Naysayers and Libertarians and Identitarians and stubborn Hell Bound Deviants and Alternative Anarchists and politically incorrect Christians who refused to listen to their Quisling religious leaders and bitter Blue Collar Workers being screwed and fashionable new age Preppers and old fashioned Aryan Skinheads all commenced hoarding guns and ammo while building Ragnarokkr Survivalist Bastions. So why did I end up here? In this City of the Dead? I could have joined Wolfey's anarchist brigade. I could have joined that mad Irishman at some distant Ragnarokkr Survivalist Bastion. I could have joined those crazy scientists Wolfey and I rescued that night. What was his name? Lord Monckton. So why did destiny or bad luck or some inner perversion conspire to cause me to end up here tonight in this abandoned haunted hotel in this City of the Dead? Why do I think I am going to die tonight? Do I stay? Or do I go?

After other infantile shame tactics failed along with lazy name calling from cynical over use, the Luvvies and Lefties and Useful Idiots and Islamo Apologists and New World Order brainwashed Snowflakes and Cowardly Quislings and Social Justice Warrior Nut Cases and Loki Insider Traitors decided to use one insult to tar everyone who opposed them: The Morlocks. The Morlocks, those fiendish creatures of filthy industry and polluted factories and closed mines and decaying Victorian backwaters and rural fly over states and ignored rust belt midlands, were all collectively cursed for conspiring to survive not only the White Western Genocide being thrust upon them, and SJW blessed Islamic Fanaticism being shoved down their retching throats, but for also fiendishly conspiring to survive the Grand Solar Minimum which they feared would not be a Oort or Wolf or Dalton Fall of Napoleon or a 1945 Fall of Hitler Debacle of the Stalin Mao Tyrants or else a wishy washy 1975 Hollywood disaster movie backdrop but rather a Maunder Minimum. A second mini ice age. Not just an inconvenient nuisance. But rather a bone breaking destroyer of dynasties and the fall of civilizations predicted by Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, and Neptune. And anyway. The Morlocks never believed the Faith or the Truth or the Ideology of the Eloi, our nasty name for the enemies of the Morlocks, which in hindsight has been revealed to be ....." The fireman shuddered as he stared outside the broken revolving door to the dire sunset oozing blood red across the sky amidst flashes of putrid green across a devastated urban landscape like something out of a Mad Max Movie. "Don't cry Ahmad! I know you are scared. I am scared too....."

The crudely retrofitted all terrain vehicle careened crazily over the snow choked roads as the Social Justice Warrior Green Nut Job drove wildly. Her green hair and facial studs and garish makeup rendering her face grotesque. The other fanatic Greens checked their weapons while reciting by rote brainwashed ideology while their cult leader, the Prophet of Doom, hunkered down in his politically incorrect furs. His heavy set shoulders sagging. His heavy set flesh sagging. His heavy set face sagging. "So we will arrest my enemies for a public show trial?" he asked. "On TV. After the Nightly Fatwa and before the Call of the Faithful? Execution by firemen?

Every time I sign off on the death warrant I survey the faces of the firemen assigned the job of burning the heretics! But I never see his face! The face of the fireman who helped the Anarchist and the mad Irishman to blow up my beautiful machine after helping Lord Monckton to escape along with his cronies! On that last train! Fleeing in the snowy night as three traitorous Morlocks held us off at the railroad tracks at that closed and abandoned train station in the middle of Nowhere England! Then circumnavigating around my reinforcements to blow up my beautiful machine! Tricking us into racing after the decoys as they blew up my beautiful machine! But I never see his face! The fireman who betrayed me! His thin face like a child! His big dark eyes fringed by dark eyelashes as if mascara and his childish crying! He fooled me with his infantile act and childish naivete! He fooled me with his teary eyes! He fooled me! He sounded so innocent! But then he snarled in a harsh voice what a fucker I was! The mask of an innocent pealing off to reveal a ...."

"....MI 5! He had to be MI 5" the fanatic Green shouted as she drove crazily. "He was too professional! Him and that accomplice! Wolf something or other! I don't know about that Irish madman! He probably never worked for the firemen! And that Wolf guy was probably never an anarchist! You won't ever see his face again unless MI 5 catches us!"

"But we will always protect you!" the other Greens shouted to the heavily set man as if he was their cult leader.

"So I will star in a show trial? So will I preside over a show trial? Then the authorities will have them tied up to be burned alive by the firemen?" the heavy set man said exhausted. As if exhausted by the nonstop blood required by his vendetta. "How did it come to this? I thought the book was just going to be a consolation for the election defeat. My marriage falling apart. My children abandoning me. Everyone abandoning me. Instead, it took on a life of its own. It took over my life. It forced me down a road I never expected to be forced to march! It turned my Nobel triumph into a nonstop horror story! It turned my victory to dross! It turned me into....so we will arrest them? Right? For others to...."

"No! We will execute them!" the Green Nut Case shouted as she drove crazily. "And you will lead the execution! We are a firing squad! They are enemies of the planet! They are enemies of the New World Order! They are petty bourgeoisie capitalistic pigs of ...."

The heavy set man sagged down in his brooding bitterness as he tuned out the verbal cliches spewing out of the mouths of the brainwashed and fanatic Greens. "I did not want to become the Grand Inquisitor" he whispered to his soul. "They made me! They made me! They made me into this monster! ...."

"......'I have spent 25 years researching so why should I share my research with you so you can debunk it?' Remember what Jones said to Mcintyre and McKitrick and Essex?" the sad faced grey man said to no one in particular. "After all of this time I can pity Jones. You start out researching never knowing where it will lead. To triumph and a Nobel or else defeat if your hypothesis is debunked by evidence. And most of the time even the best theories are debunked by evidence. You never know where the research will take you. Where the pretty dreams and desperate schemes will take you. You could spend your entire career on a beautiful theory and come up dross."

"What damned Jones and Mann was not the fact their hypothesis proved to be false but rather that they desperately conspired to conceal it" the bald headed bouncing ball of a man retorted as the Canadian computed complex formulas with his calculator. "They hid the data from freedom of information requests. All scientists are expected to share their data so their experiments can be reproduced to verify their results. They hid the data. They cooked the books. They hid the decline. They defied public scrutiny and academic examination. It was not the tree rings which were debunked but the fact they tossed out all tree rings except for one peculiar pine which they thought proved the hockey stick theory. It was a risky gamble which in hindsight invalidated everything. And they hid the truth. So hackers exposed their inconvenient truth. And Climategate besmirched everyone.

And then the UN Panel on Climate Change refused to give up the hockey stick until that besmirched them. And climate scientists refused to renounce the hockey stick until they were besmirched. And the Prophet of Doom refused to renounce the hockey stick so he was besmirched. And so his entire Global Warming theory was besmirched. No wonder people started to doubt and then the majority of people decided to ignore it. Leaving only the gullible Luvvies and Hollywood do-goody virtue signaling showoffs and cowardly politicians who could not admit they squandered billions in taxpayer money on a besmirched hockey stick graph based on one type of bogus pine tree and a computer program which spits out hockey stick graphs no matter what data you plug into it!"

"When you spend 25 years on something and it comes up spades you panic" the broken grey man whispered. "You panic...."

"They did not panic! They lied! Unindicted co-conspirators!" the jovial Santa Claus said as he waited for his maddening slow computer to compute. He spun around and around in his chair. "They peer reviewed themselves in an incestuous hot house environment while black listing all alternative viewpoints! Co wrote! Co peer reviewed! Co edited! Co published! And co colluded! While censoring and suppressing all other viewpoints and evidence! And in the end they were hoisted on their own petards when expensive scientific satellites and Argo ocean devices created to prove their thesis instead disproved their thesis! And hackers exposed their desperate lies to cover up the failure of their thesis!"

"'We must hide the decline!' the nervy little Brit shouted as he waved his hands. "'We must get rid of the Medieval Warm Period!' Oh! Oh! More Birkeland Currants from Orion Nebula!" Every scientist but one ran over to survey the incoming data.

The sad grey faced man with the sad grey eyes sagged in his hard chair. "You don't know where the road of research will take you. Sometimes to Stockholm and a Nobel. Sometimes to Hell on Earth..."

".....How the hell were we expected to live without the fruits of the Industrial Revolution?" the fireman snarled in a harsh voice as he paced the abandoned lobby. "Industry? Factories? Cheap electricity which only fossil fuels or coal or hydro or nuclear power could provide? Much less commercial agriculture to grow the cornucopia of foods we expect? Without fuel to power heavy farm equipment? Without transportation to haul the harvests to the cities? Without cold storage and fast distribution networks? How the hell are the authorities suppose to find the food to feed the cities when the farmland is buried under snow or ice or sleet or hail or buckets of rain?

Scarcely three months of anemic warmth? The sun rarely able to break out of the shroud of Constable clouds cloaking it? The sky one dense grey mass of oppressive damp or dank or dire dreariness? Spawning mold and blight in the damp crops and influenza and tuberculosis in the suffering population? Blizzards with 100 force plus winds? Crushing hailstones? Devastating ice? Destructive floods in spring, summer, and fall? Floods destroying everything in their path even in the dry season? Floods dumping what used to be an entire season of rain in only three days? Floods even in the African deserts? And snow even in the Islamic Levant? South Africa? Snow as late as April? May? Snow as early as August? Freak ice? Freak snow? Migrating birds losing their way and ending up in the wrong country? Birds dropping out of the sky stone cold dead? Farm animals freezing alive? Found still standing up in the deep snow frozen solid with food still in their mouths? Frozen alive in moments in freak storms? People vanishing in freak storms? Their bodies sometimes found only months later? Frozen? Or black and decomposing under frozen rivers? Or half devoured by wild animals or even desperate human beings?

How the hell is anyone suppose to farm under such conditions such as we are facing now? And forget about importing food! The Industrial North West used to export food to the Third World. Now we can't even feed ourselves. And the Tropic warm belt is inhabited by Third World Failed States ordered to not industrialize. Fuck! Even golden rice was banned! Forget about them feeding us! They always relied on us to feed them! And the gyrating alternation of droughts and erratic violent storms of rain and hail and sleet and snow destroy their crude farms and cruder harvests. Only modern Western agriculture kept most of the world fed. Now everyone is running out of food and hoarding food and killing each other over food! And now we are running out of pre-Caliphate foodstuffs! We are running out of old tin cans of foods! MREs! Anything from the older times! I heard the fire department Captain whisper to his aide de camp that next week even we firemen would be reduced to eating halal R. I will shoot myself before I will eat halal R!

Is that why no one has heard from Manchester for over a week now? 'Offline'. What the hell does 'offline' mean? How can a damn city of millions and millions and millions of Mos go 'offline'? What the hell is happening to fifteen millions Mos? The second largest city in Dar ul Islamic Anglestan? Offline? What the hell does offline mean? Buried in snow? Crushed under glaciers? Freezing like WW II Stalingrad? Encircled by glaciers and snow instead of SS? Starving and freezing? Or under attack by them. Them. The Morlocks? What did some distorted ham radio signal say? The White Boars?" The fireman shuddered. His shoulders painfully thin under his black leather fireman's uniform. He sat down on a broken chair and untied one fireman's industrial boot to fuss with his layers of filthy socks concealing black flesh. Blackened by unwashed dirt or frostbite. The fireman decided not to investigate what was happening to his feet. He did not want to know. So he pulled his boot back on and tied it up.

"How long ago was it? When the sun used to shine and talking heads on the BBC used to gibber about Global Warming. Not by fire but by ice some heretic warned them. But the talking heads only laughed him away with scorn. What was his name? Robert Felix. One of those heretics who were executed for daring to contradict the official spiel! I did not burn him. Another fire department burned him. But I burned others like him. Him and that mad weather predictor Piers Corbyn. Sitting side by side with another female heretic Valentine Zharkova and being laughed to scorn by media talking heads on the BBC. As if a show trial except it became a real trial. A trial for heresy.

Corbyn with his greying hair standing straight up on his head as he fussed with his thick glasses as his thin hands gestured wildly. The Russian stoic the way Russians were before ice and nukes killed them. Volcanic nuclear winter and dirty bomb nuclear winter burying them under radioactive snow and ice. Felix was resigned to being verbally crucified. Except he ended up burning — literally. How the BBC talking heads used to delight to ridicule and scorn the heretics ----- until they were proven right!" The fireman stared out of the broken revolving door to the blistering cold street black with filth and icy mud. The rare beam of golden light from the setting sun suddenly brilliantly bright. The golds and reds and greens pouring down as if technicolor. His eyes flinched as if unused to the bright sun. Then the thin fireman sighed and paced the abandoned lobby nervously.

"Felix was burned alive. By me. Or at least by a fire department which employs me. Well. At least he died of fire instead of ice. How the hell that Russian escaped is beyond me. Piers. I won't admit to that! But I always enjoyed that crazy lower class madcap genius so much when he used to show up the Royal Society snobs by making bets on his own weather predictions so I had to ......" The fireman stared out of the damaged revolving door to see the glowering sunset of putrid colors shimmering on stubborn patches of ice lingering even now in March. "I distracted the guards as Wolfey and his Anarchists rescued that crazy old coot. Are you still alive Wolfey? Why did we fight in the Greenwich Tunnel so long ago? Why do I think I am going to die tonight Wolfey?" The fireman sighed. "Three layers of socks in my fireman's boots and ragged longjohns under my fireman's black uniform and still I shiver. Do I leave or do I stay? Why do I think my life depends on it? Such a chance decision to make! Perhaps I should asked Madame X?"

The fireman pulled out an old post card of an oil painting of a notorious French Fin de Siecle beauty striking an arrogant profile. Her lush black velvet gown hugging her hour glass figure. One shoulder strap almost dropping off one cold marble shoulder. "I need to drop you off at the Morlock post office drop. The Fire Captain was coy. I think he is planning to burn an illegal treasure house while I am on my tri-night walk about tonight. This is a hunting target. But I think the hunt is over. I think the Fire Captain has found you Madame X. I think the Fire Captain is planning to burn you tonight! I need to alert the Morlock post office drop that you are about to be torched. But that is across town! But then I could try to make the rendezvous. What should I do? What should I do? Stay? Or go?"

The fireman stared out of the broken revolving door at the intensifying sunset as it glittered off the icy sheen of the decayed sidewalk. "It is hard to imagine how four gas giant planets can pull our planet's orbit into such a deadly ecliptic. What was the word? Perihelion? No! Aphelion? The Aphelion glacier ecliptic?" The fireman rubbed his forehead to remember. His photographic memory recycling over and over. But then he remembered things he did not want to remember and grimaced.

"Only the loss of 1/8 of our usual warmth the weathermen assured us. But it was a 1/8 loss of warmth during the winter in the northern hemisphere during the cresting of this ice age. And because of the earth's tilt that loss of 1/8 of the sun's warmth occurred right smack in our Northern Hemisphere. A bull's eye hit! A 1206 year star cycle and it had to hit us now! On top of this Grand Solar Minimum! Right smack in the middle of a possible Maunder to Maunder 407 year cycle! And with volcanos exploding like crazy! The Ring of Fire on fire and even exploding under the oceans!" The fireman stared through the broken revolving door to the golden colors of a rare sunset piercing the oppressive clouds. The golden colors accented by intense reds and lurid greens such as nature normally cannot conceive. "Why not stay the night in here? Between the cold and the Ferals it is no longer safe to roam London after nightfall!

Most of the people fear this place. They think it is haunted. And the bones of the dead still litter the entry. And I need a hiding place to ride out the night. Is the rendezvous important? Really? It is near Green Park. No one who is sane goes near Green Park now. I would have to cross a large part of the city and the first rosy hues of sunset are already coloring the sky. And you know what that means! The Ferals always come out after dark and you know what they eat......"

The fireman paced the abandoned lobby as he slapped the post card against one booted leg. But then the fireman fancied he heard ghostly music and laughter coming from deeper in the derelict ruin. Then he smelled a faint whiff of expensive cigar smoke and the scent of a woman's exquisite perfume. "They have moved from the ballroom? Why? Why have they moved from the ballroom?" He moved warily deeper into the ruins, to be exact the bar where once upon a time beautiful people once assembled to enjoy exquisite evenings of gossamer glamour. But when he entered the derelict room all he found was a shattered wall mirror of ornate complexity cruelly vandalized, expensive liquor bottles smashed over the ornate bar, debris littering the marble floor, overturned tables, broken chairs, and a pile of bones of dead dogs heaped up in the center of the room. A partly shattered chandelier swayed ghostly in the pink light of early sunset. Its mostly intact crystal tinkling though the fireman felt no breeze through shattered windows overlooking an overgrown private courtyard much covered by wild greenery running amok. The fireman's black boots crunched on the broken glass on the dirty marble floor. Then he stared up overhead at the strangling tinkling crystal chandelier swaying as if in a ghostly breeze.

Then the fireman walked over to the vandalized piano. His black gloved fingers tinkled a few broken keys of ebony and ivory. But someone had set fire to the guts of the baby grand piano. Most of its wires were destroyed and its wooden frame was damaged beyond all salvage. The fireman sighed and then gestured to walk away. At the broken door he paused and looked back at the partly shattered mirror . Ghostly spider webs covered the pattern of shattered glass which mimicked a spider's web under a spider's web. In the pink light his imagination fancied spectral reflections of beautiful people such as he used to see in old movies on TV. The ghostly reflections of beautiful people in black and white within the shattered portal of silver and glass. Ghostly reflections watching Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers dance across the shining marble floor of a pristine pre-Caliphate Art Deco Room.

Ginger's white blond hair shimmering as if platinum. The deeply forbidden erotica of that unveiled hair as tantalizing as the haram of her erotic dance arm in arm and cheek to cheek. Everything and everyone sparkling as if diamonds on white satin and black velvet. Ghosts of unveiled Kafir women untouched by acid and rapine laughing with exquisite beauty in the haram mixed sex company of handsome Kafir men in white tie and tails. A Hollywood image of a rajah in white satin and Indian diamonds scattering diamonds over Fred and Ginger as if blessing them. Then a fleeting image of a woman in an hourglass black gown and two jeweled straps turning around to face the fireman in the mirror as if beckoning to him. The black clad fireman shivered involuntarily. "You are suppose to be in the ballroom! Not here!" he told the ghosts.

Then the fireman turned to walked back through the debris of the ruined room toward the abandoned lobby. But then he realized someone has scribbled some message on the pealing wallpaper on the far wall in crayon. But it was odd. The slating of the scribbles all wrong. As if scribbled backwards. So he looked back at the partly shattered mirror which reflected the far wall. And the message appeared teasing. Almost as if he could read it. Almost as if someone scribbled that message for him to see in the backward reflection of the mirror. Almost as if someone in the mirror world of this ruined place has tried to leave a message for him. The fireman stared desperately at the reflected message. Then he flinched and marched toward the lobby. But at that moment he again smelled the whiff of expensive cigar smoke and French perfume and heard the soft laughter of distant voices and the tinkle of a piano.

He ran back into the bar only to see debris. But now he was spooked. Was it just his imagination or was there a shadow really moving in the shatter remains of the great wall mirror which once dominated the ruined bar? Then the shattered silvered glass reflected the disjointed image of a woman in a black hourglass shaped gown held up on her pale body with two jeweled straps. The ghost looking right at him as she gestured to him. He backed away warily, afraid to turn his back. "You are suppose to be in the ballroom! We had an agreement! You are suppose to haunt the ballroom and I can enjoy the rest of this haunted hotel by myself! Why are you haunting the bar? You are suppose to be in the ballroom! We had an agreement! Why are you doing this to me?" The black dressed fireman backed away from the mirrored reflection and promptly fell backwards over a broken chair. Then he stumbled back into the lobby. He swore as he brushed dust off his black leather uniform. Half embarrassed at allowing himself to be spooked. Half jittery at being spooked. "I should not be dawdling here! I have a rendezvous! I need to drop off this post card at the Morlock post office drop! And I won't be able to drop this Jahiliyyah in my back pack at Mr. Mole's front door and still get to the rendezvous if I dawdle here! Damn Lledrith! It is all his fault! Wolfe always said one day being late for rendezvouses would be the death of me! To I stay or do I go?"

"Davy" a soft voice echoed. "Davy. Davy......Davy....."

The fireman spun around but the derelict lobby was empty except for his suddenly jittery form. Furious, the fireman marched back into the bar and ripped the pealing wallpaper off the far wall. Then he furiously ripped up the strangely backward slanting message. Then he threw it at the broken mirror hanging over the vandalized bar counter. But when he starred at the distorted reflection again though the spidery cracks of the shattered mirror he again saw the strange message reflected. He spun around but the far wall was as blank as his vandalizing of the pealing wallpaper could make it. So he stomped on the tatters he ripped to shreds. Then he ran out of the bar.

Then the sinister black clad fireman saw a mysterious symbol sprayed across a portal which led into the deep subterranean depths of the lobby. He flinched at the sight of the mysterious graffiti sprayed across one moldering wall of the lobby. "That was not here before! When I spelunkered here before!" The sinister black clad man nervously looked around. "Over there! Another!" He pulled off his back helmet and rubbed his sweaty face nervously. His black eyes surveyed one of his favorite ruins to behold more mysterious symbols. Some spray painted. Some hand painted. Some papered. Some chalked. The symbols mysterious and sinister. "Too dangerous! The Morlocks! The Morlocks! The Morlocks are emerging from their subterranean depths! From their underground cities! The Morlocks are surfacing to reclaim their lost world!"

Then the sinister black clad man placed his black helmet and goggles back over his dark hair and gaunt face before retreating. Shoving the post card into one black boot. His large dark eyes fringed by double layers of long dark eyelashes. The familiar shadows suddenly sinister. The familiar rubble now hostile. His favorite spelunker ruin now reclaimed by another. Then he slipped away into the early twilight as he again smelled the slight ghostly scent of a cigar and exquisite French perfume. He retreated back through the shatter debris of a revolving door on which was sprayed 'Abandon hope all ye who enter here.' In the dusty bar the ripped tatters of pealing wallpaper littered the floor. But the blank spot on the far wall where the fireman ripped the pealing wallpaper now bled another oddly slanting message as if written backwards. And the partly shattered mirror with its spidery cracks reflected the ghostly message: 'Everyone kills the thing they love Davy....'

*** ***

The man stood on the crudely retrofitted landing pad on the roof. He surveyed the unraveling city as the sun started to set. The blistery cold sky turning increasingly bloody. The colors as if technicolor. The color abnormally heightened which nature normally was not capable of crafting. And most sinisterly, great swathes of green merged into the garish technicolor sunset giving the sunset a grotesque rather than beautiful aura. "I want the copter kept on high alert 24/7! Do you understand!"

"Yes Sir!"

Then the man of absolute power rapidly unraveling grimaced and marched away. The helicopter guards looked at each other."Inshallah! If Allah wills it!" one guard said as he shivered in the cold wind.

"Allah has nothing whatsoever to do with it!" the other guard replied.

"Ragnarok?" the first guard whispered.

"Keep you voice down!" the second guard whispered back. Then both terrified guards stared at the cold sky as it turned into an increasingly garish red accented by a grotesque green.

*** ***

The morality policeman stared at the growing stain of toxic mold blackening the ancient stone stairwell leading to the lower depths. It was not there yesterday. He reached out with a black gloved hand and touched it. It was foul and noxious, as if the ancient stones of the bastion he now occupied sweated out foul mold from the ancient stones and oozed foul dampness from the decayed mortar. The air blew up from the depths as if the breath of the grave. At once tainted and cold as death. Then he smelled it. The sickly sweet stench as if of the first stage of decay. Pancras miasma oozing up from the lower depths! Frantically he held his gloved hand over his nose and backed away. Then he ran down the dark hallway as the ancient stones seemed to close in around him. Then he reached the end of the hallway and hastily slammed the door shut behind him. He shoved rags under the door and drew a crude skull and cross bones on the dirty door. Then he ran off.

*** ***

The young adolescents flustered with the antiquated tape recorder. "No! No! I swear to you I heard something!"

"Don't kid a kidder! We are the Knockers! We manufacture spooky sounds and project them via hidden mikes to scare away the Eloi who get too close to our subterranean depths. To protect our communications center."

"No! I heard something!" one of the young Bonus Boys and Girls insisted as he tugged his leather overalls. He set his old WW II headphones back on his shaved head. His massive Doc Martens made soft sounds on the concrete floor as he stamped his feet. The shoes were too big and despite three layers of socks his feet could not fill the shoes which nowadays were manufactured in very limited generic sizes. "Electric Voice Phenomena!" the young tech kid insisted. "Or else electromagnetic EMI! As I was rewinding this damn old machine. Damn the old WW II crap we have to use. Now! Listen everyone!" the young eleven year old Bonus Boy told his fellow Knockers. He pushed a toggle of the old contraption and the recording of an eavesdropping bug in the enemy's office turned from a briefing about rumors of a mysterious treasure house into a backward mash of gibberish. Then suddenly a strange voice declared quite clearly 'Are you satisfied at last Lledrith?' Then the voices lapsed back into a backward mash of gibberish. The other adolescent Knockers gasped.

"Ok! I confess! I am impressed!" an eleven year old Bonus Girl declared.

"Well! I can't explain that!" the thirteen year old 'senior' Knocker said.

"All right! That is weird! I cede you the ground!" a fourteen year old Bonus Boy added.

"Perhaps we did not entirely erase the previous recording?" a fifteen year old Bonus Girl suggested. "Don't these old tapes go both ways?"

Their teenaged boss came back with an old dictionary. He flipped through the worn pages. "Lledrith? Is that what that voice said?"

"I think so!"

"The closest spelling I can find is L-l-e-d-r-i-t-h. Lledrith. Illusion. Also a Co-walker. A fletch. An evil twin. A doppelganger."

"What the hell is that?" the other young adolescent telegraphers and transmitters asked. Incoming tapping rushed one telegrapher off to do her duty. The others passed the dictionary around to ponder the mysterious name.

"Any other explanation?"

"No. That is it!"

"So what the hell does the message mean?"

"I have no idea! It couldn't have come from the office we bugged in the Tower Fortress. It overlaps the recording of their voices."

"Old WW II leftovers?" another Knocker suggested.

"It overlaps a more recent recording."

"So how can we rationally explain it then?"

"Well! Our job is to harvest disembodied voices from our bugs and mikes for analysis!" the teenaged boss told his spooked team. "And also project disembodied voices and cryptic codes and random messages to manufacture urban myths and rumors and paranoia in the Eloi to destabilize them while guarding our perimeters. As well as gathering up incoming and outgoing telegraphic messages on the wireless grid. Disembodied voices and codes and messages are our bread and butter. We harvested this. So let MI5 analyze it." He printed the mysterious words on a Petit Bleu form.

"But how did a backward recording of rumors of a lost treasure house turn into 'Are you satisfied at last Lledrith'?"

"Analyzing isn't our job. Harvesting and disbursing disembodied voices and codes and ciphers and messages are. Back to the wireless telegraphs everyone." The painfully young teenaged boss of the Knockers folded up the Petit Bleu and shoved it into an ancient cylinder. Then he screwed on the ancient lid and inserted the cylinder into a strange electric steam power Victorian contraption. He pumped the power generator to spark the electricity. Then he checked the compressed air of the pneumatic tube and shot the message off to his superior deeper in the depths of the subterranean city under the city which used to be known as London. Then the Knockers resumed their receiving and transmitting of disembodied telegraphic codes, ciphers, obscure messages, and bugs. Their tap, tap, taping echoing in the subterranean utility room filled by old steam pipes and obsolete machines connected to the Underground as if mimicking ghostly 'Knockers'.

"Remember when we used to get that old 'Kilroy was here!' message for two and a half months once?" the eleven year old asked as he licked a medical lollipop.

"A loop in time" the teenaged boss said. "An echo of WW II cycling around and around and around the subterranean depths. We transmit weird to discombobulate the Eloi. And sometimes we counterfeiters of fake weirdness and paranoia intercept a genuine Irish Pendent of paranormal berserkness."

"What is an Irish Pendent?" a twelve year old Bonus boy asked.

"A dangling lose end. A widget in time!" their young boss explained briskly to calm down his young team of Knockers. "Things happen...."

"You mean we don't always manufacture fake supernatural nuttiness? We occasionally intercept the real thing?"

"London is over two thousand years old boys and girls" the teenaged boss said briskly. "Things happen! And things get stuck in the groves and gears of Time. Don't let it spook you! We do the spooking! Remember that!"

"'Are you satisfied at last Lledrith?' Weird!...."

*** ***

The shadowy figure paused in the ruins as he beheld the sinister graffiti left by the Morlocks. "Where can I ride out the coming night? The sky is already bleeding. The approaching sunset warning one and all to hide. I don't see how I can make the rendezvous now" he said in a harsh voice as panic gripped his guts. "It was a mistake to leave the haunted hotel! But the Urban Myth Whisperer was so insistent! But if I am caught out on the streets after dark then anyone or anything can attack me. It is not like the old days where I could just walk all night long or else spelunker and find some safe hidden place to ride out the night. The Ferals are more and more all of the time. Stop crying Ahmad!" the voice shouted in a harsher note of panic. " I know you are scared! We are all scared! Let me think! Let me think! The Morlocks are sealing off every derelict ruin. No! Wait! These are their portals! And they have secured them not just to prevent the Eloi from entering their subterranean world....."

".....Because they are preparing to surface!" a softer voice cried. "They are preparing to emerge from their subterranean depths! They are preparing to surface! The Morlocks are preparing to surface!"

"Where can we hide" a childish voice cried. "I need my sock monkey Davy! You promised me you would retrieve my sock monkey! But you lied! You lied! You let The Dominators take my needful thing! Our needful things!"

"Shut up! Shut up" another voice in the shadows of the derelict ruin snarled. The voice harsh. "They were just toys Ahmad! The enemy got there before I could retrieve them! Do you want me to die trying to fetch your silly things?"

"I need my sock monkey!" the childish voice cried. "I'm scared Davy! I'm scared!"

"And I need my needful things too Davy" the softer voice whispered. "My photo albums of the forgotten movie stars! My movies! My movies! Why isn't there any more TV or Wifi so I can curl up under my blanket and hide from The Dominator by watching my movies and pretending I was with them? Hiding away inside those ghostly old movies. My black and white ghosts of Forgotten Hollywood! Pretending I was safe in their black and white world. As if hiding in a haunted house. Haunted movies haunted by nitrate celluloid ghosts. Pretending I was a ghost too. A ghost and therefore safe from The Dominator. Safe from the hurt. Safe from the pain. Safe from the ...."

".....Screaming!" the childish voice cried. "I'm scared Davy!"

"We are scared Davy!" the softer voice cried. "We are scared! We are scared!"

Shut up Ahmad! Mohammad! Leave me be!" the harsher voice shouted.

"We need a safe place to hide out the night Davy! You know what is out there once the darkness comes! It was a mistake to leave the haunted hotel! We should have stayed there! It was a mistake! You made a mistake! You know what is out there once the darkness comes! " the childish voice cried. "The Dominators!"

"And the Druggies! The Drug Gangsters! The Scavenger Rats! The Wild Children! And most of all the Ferals!" the soft voice cried. "You said you would find a safe place for us to hide out the night! But every place you have tried has been taken over by the Morlocks!"

"And you know we can't trust the Eloi!" the childish voice cried. "They are devouring..."

"They are devolving Ahmad. Not devouring" the softer voice retorted. "Morlocks are devouring. They are preparing to surface to devour us Davy. You have to hide us Davy. Why didn't we stay with Wolfey? Why didn't we stay at the haunted hotel?"

"Wolfey is no longer an option" the harsh voice snarled.

"What about Lledrith?" the childish voice cried.

"Lledrith is not part of us!" the harsh voice snarled.

"He could be!" the childish voice cried. "Lledrith is nicer than you are Davy!"

"What about the other haunted house?" the soft voice whispered. "You know..... the soft glowing one where warm golden gaslight and ...."

"...... And Haunted House Syndrome Monoxide would put us to sleep for ever" the harsher voice retorted. "The fatal sleep of soft and soothing monoxide. We can't go there! There is nothing there to go to! How many times must I explain the paranormal to you Mohammad!"

"You are the one who doesn't understand the paranormal Davy! You never have! You have not the eyes! The paranormal and the supernatural is my gift to us! " You are just a chip off the old Dominator! Now you are the Dominator! Dominating us! Bullying us! We don't like it! We don't like you! Even she did not like you! It was a mistake to leave the haunted hotel!"

"Even if we don't wake up would that be so bad?" the childish voice whispered. "If we go to sleep in a warm safe place as the monoxide wraps its gentle if deadly arms around us as if warm and cosy..."

"....Ghosts hugging us as if my old blanket. Hiding under my old blanket ..."

"Shut up Ahmad! Shut up Mohammad!" the harsher voice shouted. "You know I don't like whining whelps!"

"It was a mistake to leave the haunted hotel!"

"Shut up! Shut up! I will get us through the night! I always have! I always will!"

"But....but...." the small child cried in terror.

"The Morlocks! The Morlocks!" the softer voice cried.

"Perhaps Mr. Mole would let us in...." the childish voice wept. "I'm scared Davy!"

"Shut up! Let me think! This is not a democracy! There is only me saving us despite you.... as usual...." Then the shadow fled into the shadows.

*** ***

A cleric stared into the dark basement of the mosque. The sewage was lapping the bottom stairs of the ancient Victorian staircase. And floating on the sewage were dead rats. He flicked the toggle of the decayed light switch on and off and on and off. But the dark brick basement stayed dark. The air was foul and cold. The stench of the sewage was noxious. But then he heard a strange sound. But there was not suppose to be anything down there. After all! What could live in the growing decay of the foul sewage which was backing up from the blocked up drains in the cold and befouled depths? But then he heard something again. A creepy tap, tap, tap, tap. Then whispers.

"Not again! Ever since we retrofitted this mosque out of this old Victorian building we have been tormented by that taping sound. 'Knocker' ghosts someone said. And whispers through the air vents. Whispers which make no sense. Why did the imam pick this building? Why couldn't get we get a building that was newer? Without the creaks and groans of the old bricks settling into the ancient depths? Doorjambs askew. The doors not locking and suddenly opening at odd moments. Nothing quite straight. Things rolling or moving when they are not suppose to. Whispers through the ventilation vents? Bone chilling cold drafts? Old gas light fixtures suddenly turning on and off?

And then the drains backed up in the basement where we used to have the madrassa. Which spooked the boys! The cold spot under that beam! The urban myth that someone committed suicide there in the olden time. Some dollymop of long ago. Hanging herself! And then the drains backed up and the sewage started to ooze up. The Morlocks did it on purpose after Islam triumphed. And we displaced them and replaced them and erased them. Stop it! Whoever you are! You don't scare me! Allah protects me! Go away you foul Najis filthy whatever you are! Stop haunting me! It is just this old building settling uneasily! Miasma from old pipes! You don't scare me! Whoever you are! Whatever you are! Stop it! Stop it!" There was a silence. But then he heard it again. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Then a soft distant whispering through the air vents. And then he felt it. The cold draft up from the depths of the basement which was now slowly filling up with sewage from foul drains.

"I am not afraid! Not of any Kafir ghost of dollymop! We dominate and rule! Not the damn Kafirs! Or the damn Morlocks! We have buried the Kafirs! And the Morlocks don't exist! They don't exist! Morlocks are an urban myth! They can't come up from their foul depths! Not to the surface! Not into the light of day! But evening is creeping in! The lights are dimming! No! No! Why did I see that evil black dog cross my path as I was preparing for evening prayer? Prayers cannot reach Allah if uttered in the presence of a Najis filthy female or else an evil black dog! It was a Wisht Dog! A Hell Hound! It left evil scratch marks on the front door! Evil scratches as if some evil writing from The Devil! No! No! Where are the lights? Why is electricity rationed now? I need the lights! I need the lights!"

The cleric frantically switched the old electric toggle on and off. But the foul and clammy shadows grew instead of retreated. "Let them haunt the foul depths! Whatever you are! Whoever you are! Haunt the foul depths! But you can't come up to the surface! We dominate and rule the surface! Not them! Not you! Whatever you are! Whoever you are! You can't haunt us on the surface too!" the cleric shouted to reaffirm his mastery. Then he rubbed his forehead from a headache from the bad air. Then he pulled a match box out of his Arabic couture and struck a match. He held the match up as he tried to peer down into the dark and noisome depths slowly oozing up toward the ground floor.

Strange whispers rose up. Whispers as if of old Victorian servants. Then a cold spot passed him on the stairs as if a servant carrying a platter of food. He could actually smell the food. Or at least something! Then more whispers in the shadows. Then the shadows moved toward him. And he cried out ----- because the match was burning his fingers. So he tossed the burning match while cursing. At that moment a ghostly light swelled up from the depths. Phantasmal! As if a ghostly young servant girl of some long ago time. And her ghostly face blurred before him as if blue vapor. Then the ghost of the suicide vomited out foul ectoplasm! The foul greenish slime catching him in his face. Blinding him!

The cleric staggered on the steep stairs. Flaying! Cursing! His fingernails clawing the damp bricks as he tried to regain his balance. Then there was a scent of methane from the festering decay of the depths. Then he smelled the match still burning somewhere in the depths. And before the man could realize what was happening the methane flared up into a ball of fire! Exploding! Fire roaring up the stairs toward him!

He screamed as he staggered back into the lobby of the mosque built into an old Victorian townhouse settling uneasily into the depths. "Inshallah! Allah willing! I have escaped the Hell fire!' he cried. But then he saw blue flames as if fairy lights. The tiny flickering blue flames danced across his Arabic couture. In vain he tried to swat out the fairy lights. But then the blue fairy lights danced across his arms. Frantically he tried to swat them out! But then the pretty blue flames danced into his long beard. Then danced into his turban. Then danced into his eyes. Then he felt as if he was exploding. Exploding from within! Blue flames erupting out of him. All as he screamed! Then his flaying, fiery figure fell into the shoe shelf as he erupted into flames as if spontaneous combustion! And then the ancient gas lights still set into the walls of the old Victorian building flared into bright ghostly lights! Then just as abruptly the gaslight died leaving only the glowing embers of a silhouette of ash and cinder on a cheaply carpeted floor.

*** ***

A sinister black garbed member of the morality police stared at the curiously open manhole. He peered in. There was an iron ladder leading down into the depths of the sewers. He looked around. The heavy iron manhole cover was partially set to one side. Ice glazing it with a shimmer as if gilt. The curious thing was that normally the heavy iron manhole covers were secured ---- from below. So who moved it? To move it meant someone from below unbolted the heavy manhole cover and then moved it aside. Something ---- from below. Someone -----from below. The normally arrogant member of the morality police flinched. The mystery wiped away his sense of power. It frayed his sense of mastery. He ever so slightly whimpered.

Then the nervy man walked around the mysterious, sinister hole. Then he gestured as if to run. He gestured to run away. But the sky was turning an intense pinkish red and sinister green. And the color unnerved him. And the coldness unnerved him. Then he walked around the sinister hole again. Then he pulled out his gun and checked his ration of bullets. Then he walked back and forth as if debating running. Then he gestured to shove heavy manhole cover back into place. Then he walked around it again. Then he shoved it completely aside exposing the sinister black hole. Then he knelt down beside the hole and held his gun with both shaking hands. Then he gritted his teeth and looked down the manhole. At that moment two hands garbed him and hurled him screaming down the dark manhole! There was a distant splash as something ---- or someone ---- hit the sewers! Then a dark hand dragged the manhole cover back over the manhole.

*** ***

The Anarchist paused. He looked around. Then he grabbed his stumpy crayon and scribbled 'Countdown To Ragnarok!' on the decaying advertizing of a lost world now gone forever. The scribbles covering up the 'Stay In! The EU is saving us from future wars!' The Anarchist scribbled over the 'Stay In' message furiously. Then he scribbled 'The Fuckers started WW III!' Then the Anarchist ran away into the deepening shadows as the cold sun filled the western sky with abnormal colors of gold and red and purple and lurid green such as no normal sky should boast of.

*** ***

The battered white van slowly drove through the growing shadows of industrial wastage and urban decay as the cold sun started to set. The colors ever more boldly covering the western sky. It was a wordless signal. The White Van Bloke involuntarily shivered. Sunset was when the creatures of the night started to prowled. "Twilight is a narrow window of opportunity for us to move across the surface of the city! Shadows moving in the shadows! But I need to get to safety before the Ferals howl!" Then the rusty white van parked before a derelict warehouse in a ruin of industrial desolation and decay. Icy mud and foul decay covering every surface. The broken windows were dark. A broken sign advertizing the butchery for pig slaughter swayed on one rusty chain, dangling sideways. The painted image of pig head in the hand of a self satisfied Victorian butcher still proud but the paint peeling and riddled with bullets. But the vandals did not dare to do more than riddle the haram Victorian sign with bullets.

The white van parked, its foul exhaust strangely noxious as if tear gas. The foul exhaust all the most curious because there were two exhaust pipes extending from the under carriage. The engine turned off. Then the curiously noxious exhaust stopped. Then the door to the deliberately generic white if rusty van opened. A mysterious man climbed out. He was dressed in a white boilersuit, Doc Martens, and a strange metal helmet with goggles and a gasmask as if an automaton. He walked with mechanical movements. No sense of humanity giving him away. His lack of any cues of humanity made him somehow sinister. Even frightening. Then he tapped a Morse code on the bonnet of his rusty white van with gloved hands.

Slowly the large warehouse door slide open to reveal dark depths. Two men in industrial overalls over cheap blue shirts and welder helmets appeared. Their heavy industrial boots with their thick treads made no sound in the dirt. The ruddy light of the increasingly sinister sunset danced off the thick glass sets in massive iron of the welder helmets. One welder helmeted man gestured wordlessly with an industrial gloved hand. Then the white van bloke nodded. He climbed back into his white van with mechanical movements. Then he slowly drove his van inside. Then the mysterious welder helmet industrial blue collar workers slowly and silently pulled the massive sliding door closed. The warehouse resumed its dark and apparently abandoned facade once more.

*** ***

The distorted shadow of a towering, spidery figure paused in the increasingly brilliant sunset. The grotesquely distorted shadow hovering on the decayed wall of befouled decay deep in the depths of the abandoned urban decay. Then the grotesquely distorted shadow moved creepily across the decayed wall as if a ghostly nightmare. The shadows of the long spidery fingers quivering. The growing colors of the increasingly gory sky accenting specter's slithery malevolency. Then the silhouette of one spidery hand gestured to other fugitive shadows huddled in the chilly and deepening shadows as if afraid of showing their faces in the reddening light of the growing sunset.

Then the silky voice whispered seductively "Have you come to hear the whispers I whisper? My Lost Children of the Mad Gods? For surely the Gods are mad if we are condemned to live in this City of the Dead? Tonight I whisper a prophecy to you my Lost Children. The Dogs of War bay. Their najis spittle spraying out into the ruddy sky. And the Devil's Hell Hounds howl of the approach of something dire. And the alpha demon of that demonic pack of Allah's most accurst of creatures howls that soon, soon, soon, the Whist Dogs of Garmr will devour the bones of the earth. And the Dire Wolf Fenrir will devour the flesh of the earth. And the Four Headed Serpent of Calamity, Jormungandr will reach up from the stormy waves as they flood the earth. And hailstones the size of cricket balls will rain down as if artillery. And red rain will pour down. Its forked and slithery tongue hissing as it rears up to spew poison over all of the freezing earth. And the life's blood of the Yggdrasil Tree of Life will fill the sky with blood which will rain down upon the earth as if bloody tears. And everyone will drink blood of their blood and eat flesh of their flesh. Your last meal before damnation drags you down into Hell screaming as the earth devours you!

And every severed head ever beheaded will wail. And every screaming skull will shriek as if Satan's Night-watchmen. For did not your Mad Gods create them? The Harbingers of Doom! And did not your Mad Holy Men create them? The Najis Dead coming back as the accurst Hounds of Hell howling for blood! Howling for your blood! And did not your Mad Leaders create them? The accurst souls of the damned rearing up from every mass grave! Their bony fingers clawing their way up from the cold depths of Hell! Exploding out of every Medina Trench! Their bony limbs digging their way to the icy surface. Shattering the ice and climbing out of the foul depths of the fetid Thames where you threw their carcasses to crawl toward their murderers. You! All of the dead you and yours killed will come back for vengeance against their murderers. You! The dead breaking out of every foul grave you shoved them down into to exact their revenge against their murderers. You!

Do you hear them? Listen! Listen! Can you hear their wails and shrieks and howls? Their wails are distant but growing louder and louder as the cold sky grows more and more bloody. And their shrieks echo in the putrid green of the sky. And even now their distant howls carried on the freezing wind make your skin crawl. The sounds of your approaching doom are blood curdling! And the water runs with blood! And the oceans run with blood! And the earth oozes with blood! And soon the air will rain down blood! Do you hear? Do you hear? Oh! There! Yes! Yes! I can hear it! Can you? The distant wail? The distant shriek? The distant howl? Freezing Death is coming ---- for you! Freezing Doom is coming ----- for you! You the Children of Surtr! You!"

"No! No! Tell us! Tell us!" the terrified people hurdled in the cold shadows whispered to their tormenter whose silky voice of doom they both dreaded yet could not resist.

The Urban Myth Whisperer paused melodramatically. His apparently disembodied shadow rearing up over his cowering listeners. Then his melodious voice, rich as honey, silvery smooth, silky in is caressing tones whispered 'It is the Twilight of the Gods my Lost Children! It is the Death of Worlds! It is the Countdown to ......Ragnarok!" And the terrified souls huddled in the shadows ran away screaming.

*** ***

"It was a mistake to leave the haunted hotel!"

"Shut up! Shut up!"

"We should have stayed at the haunted hotel! A fatal mistake!" the soft voice cried. "You always made fatal mistakes! Like quarreling with Wolfey in the Greenwich Tunnel that day! We should have stayed at the haunted hotel!"

"Shut up! Shut up!"

"Not even she liked you Davy!" the soft voice cried as the silhouette darted here and there in the growling shadows as if playing hide and seek with the fiery sky. The technicolor reds so livid it appeared the western sky was on fire. "Not even she liked you Davy!" the soft voice cried. "At least Wolfey liked us! Wolfey loved us!"

"Shut up! Shut up!" the harsher voice shouted back. "You are driving me mad with your incessant harping! Crawl back inside your padded cells! Both of you! Crawl back inside your padded cells! I am the Warden! I am The Dominator! I dominate and rule here! I give the orders!"

"She did not love you! She never loved you!" the softer voice whispered, reproaching. Every accusation as if a knife's blade. "And no matter how many flowers you place by her secret grave you cannot atone for her death! You were weeping and laying flowers by her secret grave when Wolfey appeared in the ghostly depths of the Greenwich Tunnel! That is why you quarreled with Wolfey! Wolfey was our friend! Wolfey loved us! She never loved us! She never loved you Davy! And you caused her death! We could all be with Wolfey now but for her! We should have stayed at the haunted hotel! If we die a lonely and dismal tonight in this city of the dead it will be because of you!"

"Who says we are going to die tonight? Am I going to die tonight?"

"Look at you!" the softer voice retorted bitterly. "Alone! Freezing! Starving! Suspected by everyone! Distrusted by everyone! No friend by your side! The exact opposite of a hero! Playing the last tattered cards of a deadman's hand! Your sins on your head and blood on your hands!" The shadowy man held up his black gloved hands and the fiery setting sun cast a ruddy hue upon them as if sodden with blood. "Your name becomes you not!" the soft voice reproached. "Davy is a name for a sweet character in one of Dickens' movies I loved to watch under my blankie as Ahmad played with his sock monkey. The name becomes you not! For you are a bitter man! A killer! A murderer!"

"I am a soldier lost in the wilderness of an ugly war. And wars always end ugly! Especially when one is drafted to go undercover beyond the lines! I am a spy. But a spy is a soldier even if he does not wear a tunic or wave a flag openly. I am a soldier no less than Wolfey. I am simply fighting more dubiously if just as heroically. Or haven't you heard? This is officially World War Three playing out on these desolate streets! Oh shut up! Shut up!" the harsher voice cried. "You are tormenting me to madness! The shadowy man sagged against a dirty wall among the wreckage of burned out buses and automobiles as if an urban battle field. Yet the wreckage was moldering. Rusty. The corpses littering the decayed street were bones amidst the debris. The shadowy man wept spastic. Both black gloved hands over his face. Then he knelt down and dug a hole in the decay and dirt and knelt down and whispered sung a forbidden song. As if ritually unburying haram music to whisper sing a song by Mahler.

I have a red hot knife,

a knife in my breast.

O woe! It cuts so deeply

into every joy and delight.

Alas, what an evil guest it is!

Never does it rest or release me.

not by day, not by night

when I would sleep.

O woe!

When I gaze up into the sky

I see two shiny black eyes there.

O woe! When I walk in the shadows of twilight

I see her long hair waving in the wind.

Long! Silken! Sensuous

As if a net snaring my heart!

As intoxicating as Melisande.

I long as Peleas to drown myself in your hair!

I have never seen such hair as yours.

See! See! Though it comes from so high

it floods me to the heart. Entangling my heart!

It snarls my heart in every tentacle and coil!

And it is so sweet. So sweet.

As if a bit of divinity has fallen from heaven.

I cannot see the sky through you locks.

Your hair has blinded me!

My hands can no longer hold the beauty.

It is like love birds fluttering in my hands.

And they love me more than you love me

even if you do not love me!

Your hair loves me!

Do you hear my kisses?

I am kissing your hair!

Intoxicated by your hair!

And then I start from the dream

and hear the tinkle of her silvery laugh,

O woe!

Would that I lay on my black bier!

Would that I could never again open my eyes!

Then the man in the shadows ritually pushed the dirt back over the hole as if to bury the music and his tormented singing. "You mixed up the lyrics" the soft voice said accusingly.

"What would you know?" the harsher voice snarled. "Music is haram to you!"

"Not the old records Wolfey used to play for us" the softer voice replied reproachfully. "As we would sit on the warm grass in the sunny park when Wolfey would play his old portable record player. Playing old operas. As we reclined side by side on the warm grass in the park as the heat as the day warmed us as if a cosy blanket covering us. And we would recline side by side, listening to each other's breathing and the music side by side. Wolfey and me."

"Shut up! Shut up! I don't want to remember this! It is like a red hot knife through my heart! You are driving me mad!"

"No" the softer voice replied. "You are driving yourself mad...."

*** ***

The robot watched from the window as the cherry blossoms gently rained down as if rosy snow in the pink dawn. In the distance a voice sang an aria from 'Madame Butterfly'. The garden a picture of exquisite beauty. The aria just as exquisite. Then the robot dialed up the scent to enjoy the delicate fragrance of cherry. The robot paused. Then it ritually placed a curious mask of exquisite beauty over its metallic face as the music and scent swelled. As the last note ended the robot dialed off the artificial scene. Then the robot slipped on its lavish couture of exquisite silks of cherry blossoms at dawn. It adjusted the silk cords to complete the silhouette of ancient beauty defined by an ancient culture. Then the robot exited the sterile subterranean chamber in the ultra modern bastion to quietly march with utterly silent steps toward the battle zone. The artificial light harsh against the metal walls but dancing on the layers of silk embroidery of that lavish tunic which made the contrast of priorities all the more ironic.

*** ***

The man in the cold shadows gunned his motorcycle. He was dressed in black as if a fireman or a member of the morality police. But he was no such species of official authority. His motorcycle purred beside a decayed Rolls. Then the car window, broken, crudely taped over, was awkwardly cranked down revealing a man in the back seat of the decayed status symbol. The man cursed in Arabic. Then he shouted "You have increased you price again you blood sucking vampire! You Najis filth! You are feeding off me! You are feeding off me! As if Garmr devouring Tyr! As if the Dire Wolf Fenrir devouring Odin!" The oligarch snared at the mysterious black leathered man on the motorcycle, his face concealed behind a dark visor set into a black helmet. The oligarch cursed the black clad man with a volley of profanities in Arabic. But the concealed face of the specter on the motorcycle displayed no shock or awe at the oligarch's outrage.

"Curse in English mate or else I will decamp! You moppet will die horribly of course but hey! That is your problem mate! Not mine! Smallpox is spreading as if the clap so everyone loves me now! And all of your stolen monies can't save your only remaining son! But you stolen loot can!"

"You bastard! The oligarch cried. "My only child is dying of smallpox! And you are exploiting his death to screw me! Don't you know what that means? Smallpox? Don't you know what it does?"

"Oui! Pay or let him die! I have the meds to save him. You should have paid before. The vaccine! Now your little moppet will be scarred for life. But alive! Pay or let the little blighter die! Which is it?"

"You blood sucking Morlock! No wonder you conceal your face from me! But I know what you are! Morlock! Morlock! You are feeding off me! You are feeding off me!" The once arrogant oligarch cried as he opened the dented door of his decaying Rolls and awkwardly dragged out a huge framed oil wrapped in canvas. As if on cure a decayed black hearse appeared as if by magic from the darkening shadows creeping across the devastated urban landscape. The name of the one time mortuary still emblazon on one side. Scratched over the older name was emblazoned the newer skull and crossbones symbol for the Plague Wagon. The Hellwaine Hell Hearse. Then the back of the hearse opened as a sinister corpse jumped out. A walking corpse still in its death's suit and stinking of formaldehyde. The unburied corpse pallid as any corpse is expected to be. The skin green and oozing. The hair stiff. The eyes dark hollows. The black lips pulled back exposing blacken teeth. The gloved hands spidery as if the long fingers had extra joints. Then the frightening walking corpse gestured.

"That won't fool me! That is no hell's hearse! That is no ghostly haunted vehicle! You bastards are just playing with our minds! Allah! For all I know you bastards distilled the Smallpox which is spreading like hell on earth! You pigs! You dogs! Vermin! Vermin! Najis filth! The rot of decay! The foulness of death! Allah strike you down! Why doesn't Allah strike you down?" Then the suddenly helpless, cursing oligarch untied the twine and the canvas fell away revealing a priceless Van Dick of a long ago titled English aristocrat standing proudly in a Capability Brown countryside of exquisite beauty. As if a demigod of a lost paradise. The now impotent oligarch wept frantically. An Ubermensch robber baron suddenly brought down and forced to grovel to Untermensch scum. "Take the damn thing you damn Najis filth! Take it!"

The apparently exhumed corpse stood stiff, rigid, as if quite foully dead. Then it turned and surveyed the priceless oil with a staring eye. Then the walking corpse nodded. He eased the oil into the hearse and then vanished inside the black hearse himself. The sinister black clad man on the motorcycle passed over the priceless vials of medicine to save a child dying of a Third World disease which was now about to claim the last child of an one time oligarch. The bitter Afghanistani ex-migrant turned robber baron cursed as he clutched the vials bitterly to his chest. Then a darkened window of the hearse rolled down with smooth electronics to reveal another corpse at the steering wheel. The corpse mutely held up a small piece of paper. The motorcycle driver gestured. Grudgingly the oligarch grabbed the small piece of paper while cursing. Then the dark hearse window levered up silently. Then the hearse quietly vanished into the growing shadows of the too brilliant sunset.

The motorcycle revved up. "You might as well keep that canvas and twine. And the shopping list. We know exactly what you have. Each and every pretty thing" the mysterious black clad motorcycle rider told the oligarch as the robber baron gestured to climb back into his battered Rolls. "Smallpox is highly contagious and you will need me again! To save yourself! Or else your wives! I believe you are down to two now. I suggest you don't invest in any fresh moonglow. The moonglow is riddled with syphilis by the age of five nowadays. But if you do find yourself poxed as well as clapped I have a cure for syphilis too. But only in the early stages. Learn your lesson boyo! Remember when you refused to comply when the clap got you? Now it is all but too late!

So I suggest boyo that you learn you lesson and comply. Pay on demand! Because the price only goes up. All of your pals and mates of the Third World Ummah brought the most delightfully contagious diseases into the country. Such novel Third World diseases not seen here since the bad old days of Queen Victoria. And now they are so delightfully out of control. Being so highly contagious! And alas, NHS is bust! Bankrupted! Courtesy of too many of your blokes. So there are no more meds and vaccines on the legal market to even save your lot. All of your stolen riches can't buy immunization or escape from preventable death such as only we offer. Our doctors! Our nurses! Our pharmacists! Except what works for us! The Black Market! Underground Capitalism you might say. The English School of Black Market Hume, Smith, and Ricardo. Except your lot calls it donkey muck. Shirk Economics is the Preoccupation of Najis filthy Kafir donkeys. Eh? Eh? Jahiliyyah Capitalism. Eh? Eh? But looks who is paying now. Looks whose Najis filthy donkey tail is waging the Best of Peoples now? Eh? Eh?"

"Blood sucking vampires!" the desperate oligarch cried as he clutched the life saving medicine. "Morlocks! Feeding off us! Feeding off our children!"

"Well that is the nature of the Najis filthy beast after all mate" the sinister black clad motorcycle rider retorted heartlessly. His black visor helmet making him faceless and therefore inhuman. "We Morlocks emerge at sunset to feed off you Eloi. But there is feeding and there is feeding! We feed off your purloined treasures what that used to belong to the nation what that is no more. But others feed off you ---- for real! The Urban Scavenger Rats! The Druggies! The Wild Children! The Drug gangs! The Ferals! And the freezing sky is turning gory and you know what that means. Night is coming! And you know what that means. So be a good robber baron and keep that shopping list. And don't piss us off. Get it boyo! Or else! We know what you have stolen. Our accounts are spot on. Our eyes are everywhere. And we hear everything you whisper."

"Courtesy of the damn Jews!" the Muslim snarled shouted in disgust.

The sinister motorcycle rider chucked sardonically. "Next you will accuse me of being a Freemason!"

"You are a damn Freemason! You wear the All Seeing Eye! You bastards graffiti it all over the place every night to scare us! The damn All Seeing Eye!"

The sinister motorcycle rider chuckled. "So you know we see all. Resign yourself to the fact that sooner or later you are going to be screwed down like olives through an olive press to hand it all over. Everything you ever stole. And if you destroy anything on that shopping list one of your wives will meet with a very nasty accident. Get it mate! The one who does not have the gonorrhea. The one who still might be somewhat fertile. Keep me happy and I will keep you alive. Keep me happy and I will keep you in safe pre-Caliphate food tins. Keep me happy and You won't be reduced to eating Halal R. And you know what that means! Keep me happy and maybe you might still have a chance to procreate another moppet before your own gonorrhea gets too bad and you go totally sterile. But piss me off or try to betray me to the morality police and I will see that you die of cholera or else typhoid! I can! So very easy! The All Seeing Eye sees all!" Then the sinister rider tapped his visor of his black helmet. He gunned his machine. Then the motorcycle roared off in a volley of foul exhaust into the growing sunset of sinister golds and reds and purples and greens as if the freezing sky was vomiting out colors. The oppressive clouds churning apart as if a vortex in the sky as the cold sun burst through.

The Muslim oligarch pounded one side of his decayed Rolls in rage. Then he climbed inside and shouted. Drive off you bastard! Or the morality police will catch us here! You know dealing with the black market is a death sentence! And we have to get back before they emerge! The Ferals!" Then the battered Rolls drove off as the enraged one time Ubermensch struggled to roll up the broken window held together with crude duct tape.

*** ***

The dense clouds parted as if jagged tears revealing increasingly garnish colors accented by lurid reds and greens. The icy shadows deepened into garnish purples across the ice sheathed urban decay. The sheen if ice glittering seductively. Then as if on cue the Eavesdroppers and the Name-takers crept out to spy on The Faithful for any signs of loss of faith. Heresy. Blasphemy. Sedition. All of which was religious treason punishable by instant execution. Nothing kept the rabble more devote than a mob execution. Vigilante justice fueled by desperation, cheap drugs, and religious hysteria. And the Faithful of the Religion of Peace were famous for their spontaneous incitement into mass murder if rumors circulated of heresy, blasphemy, sedition, and religious treason. Especially rumors of treason of disrespect toward Islam in general and the Koran or else Mohammad in particular. And nowadays the only thing which roused the lethargic rabble was hysterical homicidal mania toward religious traitors and spies.

But as the Eavesdroppers and Name-takers crept out they beheld gibbering monkeys and hairy apes howling in the ruins of a burnt out church. Najis filth in Najis filth. The Eavesdroppers and Name-takers pulled out their guns and checked their dwindling supply of bullets. Then they ran into the ruins to shoot the howling Najis which taunted them obscenely. At that moment a Eavesdropper shouted to the hundreds of indigent and starving migrants who covered every inch of the foul sidewalks that 'Someone has just burned a Koran! In the burnt church! A Koran is burning! The Enemy is burning the Koran!" The starving mob rushed into the ruins to see the Eavesdroppers and Name-takers in their counterfeit rags staring at a bonfire burning a small pile of books. Green books. Hastily one of the panicked Eavesdroppers tried to put out the small fire. But the gesture only made it look as if he had started the fire. Other Eavesdroppers and Name-takers hastily, panicky, tried to rescue the green books. But it only made them look as if they where dropping the books into the fire. Feeding the fire to keep warm by burning holy Korans.

The preconditioned mob, used to attacking anyone accused of heresy or blasphemy or sedition which was religious treason now lunged for the government spies in their counterfeit rags. The Eavesdroppers and Name-takers had manufactured this hysteria routinely to test the absolute loyalty and blind faith of the faithful. So now the starving and fanatically faithful reacted as if Pavlov's dogs and tore the spies to pieces with savage brutality to protect Islam and Mohammad. Crazed into murderous religious hysteria by a sect which always blessed hysterically over the top religious violence as a sign of devotion. Now the mob tore into the blasphemous enemy. So like the Kafir Pavlov's Najis filthy dogs, they tore the screaming men to pieces on cue. Alas! It was the wrong cue!

The apes and monkeys in the frigid shadows watched quietly now. The 'Eavesdropper' who triggered the faithful with the rigged Pavlov cue now slipped away into the shadows to join the apes and monkeys in the shadows. Now the shadows in the shadows watched as the illiterate, howling fanatics savagely tore the blasphemous apostates to pieces and threw them into the small bonfire which was actually burning old green telephone books. Then the apes and monkeys scurried away to hunt down more Eavesdroppers and Name-takers to hoist them on their own petards.

*** ***

"Oh no!" the boss of the Knockers said as he opened a pneumatic tube cylinder to read a Petit Bleu.

"Someone lower down the inverted totem pole of power has figured out the message?" one of the Bonus Boys and Girls asked as she lifted her old WW II headphones. One hand by habit plucked up more seeds to munch to calm her nerves.

"'Are you satisfied at last Lledrith?'" the teenaged boss read out loud.

"They bounced the message back at us?"

The teenaged boss groaned. "But the time date stamp! It is......the exact time we first heard the recording reeling backwards! Delivering the ghost message! This is not the cylinder I sent off! It is a ......"

"Which department sent it?" a Bonus Girl asked as she munched more seeds to relive her stress.

"Yeah!" a Bonus Boy asked as he sucked a medical lollipop.

"This came from .... but .... but ..... there is no such department!" the teenager replied as he stared at the Petit Bleu.

"There has to be! This antiquated Victorian gizmo is foolproof! Tamper proof! Cannot be intercepted! Hacked! Bugged! And the codes change every four hours!"

"There is no such department!" the teenaged supervisor shouted.

"What department sent the Petit Bleu?" more Bonus Boys and Girls asked as they lifted their WW II headphones.

"Department Of Dead Mail Drops. Supervisor Lledrith."

"This has ceased to be funny Boss!" an eleven year old wireless telegrapher said. Every small hand dived into the lollipop dish.

It had indeed ceased to be funny. For another man was also receiving just such a message from the Department of Dead Mail Drops courtesy of Supervisor Lledrith. The Urban Myth Whisperer stared at the strange petite bleu. Then he sent a confirmation. That triggered another reply that there was no such department or supervisor. Then the old MI 5 spy stared at the sinister message which said 'Davy is going to die tonight.'

*** ***

A morality policeman dangled a microphone in the dying tree. His compatriot checked the eavesdropping contraption. "Why do we still bother?" the morality policeman told his compatriot as he shivered. "And it is getting late! Look at the sunset! You know what happens if we are trapped out here when night falls!"

"When the clouds part then these sunsets last for hours and twilight lasts for a hour so we have plenty of time" the other morality policeman said. "Everyone moves about during this time because it is safer to creep along the shadows. During the day the Scavenger Rats and Drug Gangs and Wild Children and Druggies kill anyone who might have money. Twilight is the only time it is safe to move about the city now."

"Who has money? Not even we have money!"

"Or clothing or boots or anything that might be remotely valuable for scavenging or bartering! Hell! They will rip out your gold teeth!"

"Who has gold fillings nowadays?"

"You should not have yanked out your gold tooth last month to buy pre-Caliphate food tins. I told you it would abscess! You should have trusted to Allah!"

"But even we are running out of any food stuffs except Halal R! And if we are trapped here when the last bloody red of sunset leeches into darkness then..."

"We have hours yet!"

"And anyway! Everyone knows we eavesdrop. And our machines are breaking down and anyway. The enemy always knows to slither around us and the starving do not care if we machine gun them to death at The Tower Execution Wall. And beheading and hanging no longer inspires fear. And anyway. The enemy trumps us. Everyone knows the damn Freemasons even have hidden microphones in our headquarters. And the Cockney Cockroaches can run electricity through the rusting razor wire and they plant bombs as if tulips and booby traps as if daisies. If the facts can be whispered the enemy is growing in strength. Look at those massive derelict buildings over there for instance. Old Whitehall! We never got control of it at all. It is all one gigantic booby trap. Or Westminster! And remember what happened when the Caliph tired to confiscate the Whitehall Banqueting House?"

"It is an urban myth" the compatriot replied as he fiddled with his toggles and nobs.

"Well I heard it from an Urban Myth Whisperer but other morality police swear it really happened. The Caliph ordered a grand banquet to celebrate his assent to power and when he arrived to much fanfare to dine he found a lavish spread. Each silver plate covered by a silver dome. The scent of food delicious. But when everyone sat down to dine and the Caliph picked up his silver dome to feast he beheld a severed head. Roasted. With an apple in its mouth. Of his political manager who engineered the election fraud which greased his assent to power. And everyone screamed in terror and fled. Not even daring to discover what lurked beneath their silver domes. And everyone said later they discovered someone close to them was missing. Or else corpses missing their heads. And when morality police were sent to investigate they found a roasted head under every dome. With an apple in its mouth. Or else roasted pig heads. With apples in their mouths. So they fled.

And when the morality police came back in force they found pigs dressed in fancy clothes. White tie and tails. Seated. And dining on roasted heads of the Faithful. So they fled. And when the firemen came to burn down Whitehall Banquet House they found razor wire festooned. And when they tried to cut their way inside they were electrocuted. And when the army was called out they found the fried firemen seated on chairs outside. Propped up. Except instead of a head each fireman's corpse boasted a pig's head. Or a dog's head. Or a donkey's head. Or a monkey's head. Or an ape's head. Or the head of a cow or sheep. And some nights you can see jack-go-lanterns glowing form the dark windows. Except they are the glowing skulls of the dead. Candles flicking in each skull. So no one dares goes back to destroy the Jahiliyyah pollution. On account that the evil haram place is haunted!"

"Urban myth" the compatriot replied as he fiddled with his machine.

"If truth be whispered the enemy is under our feet. They are devouring us down to the bone. And Westminster glows at night. Some nights! Ghostly reflections on the icy stones! And wails and cries of those who died there fill the cold darkness! And the touch of icy death chills one's soul!"

"The truth cannot be whispered. Much less be told. But Westminster is haunted" the compatriot replied. "Everyone knows that. Haunted!"

"And who set fire to one wing of Somerset House? Eh? All to steal some rare treasure? And the Tower Raid?" the morality policeman said.

"The Tower Raid never happened" the compatriot replied. He shook his aging machine. "Nothing works anymore! I can't receive anything!"

"The Morlocks emerged from their foul depths to steal the greatest treasure of The Tower. That is what the Urban Myth Whisperers whispered! But the heavy silver plate and gold plate wasn't touched. So what was the greatest treasure which lured out the subterranean Morlocks?"

"Officially the Tower Raid never happened so that is that" the compatriot replied as he fussed with his eavesdropping contraption. "If the powers say the sun orbits the earth then the sun orbits the earth!"

"But the sun does orbit the earth. The Holy Koran says so" the other morality policeman replied. "And all your gizmo ever picks up are mysterious ciphers and codes and mysterious Morse that is gibberish to us. Like the graffiti. The mysterious symbols. And the posters that appear each night. Each night they appear. And no matter how fast we paint them over or rip them to shreds they reappear each night."

"Generation Identity" the compatriot replied. "Or else advertizing for Doctor Who or else Sherlock Holmes."

"Why?" the morality policeman asked.

"To play with our heads" his compatriot replied as he fussed with his toggles.

The morality policeman tossed a rotten bone at a pile of rusting razor wire. The rotten bone sizzled. "See! Who has electricity in this day and age? But that abandoned mass of old buildings do! And the empty hunk what once was the British Museum!"

"We burned it" the compatriot replied. "To kill the evil within!"

"Only the part above the ground. Don't you know two thirds of that Jahiliyyah pollution lurks below the ground? Why else the festering evil?"

"Two thirds of London lurks below the ground" the compatriot replied as he fiddled with his machine.

"And do we control it? What lurks below the ground?" the morality policeman asked his compatriot.

"No."

"Well we know who does. The Morlocks!"

"The Morlocks are urban myths."

"Then who kills everyone we send to investigate the glowing manholes? And some hear music coming from under the manholes. Haram music in the sewers. Under the glowing manholes. Morlocks are in the sewers!

"Urban myths! Like rumors of crocodiles in the sewers!"

"So why do we bother? These mikes never pick up anything except knocks! From the Knocker ghosts!"

"Urban myth. There are no Knocker ghosts in the sewers. Or crocodiles. Or Morlocks."

The machine suddenly picked up a bizarre buzz. Then a sudden mass of mysterious numbers. Then dots and dashes. Then another unearthly hum. Then suddenly a velvety voice whispered "So why do you bother?"

Both men jumped. Then they dropped the contraption and ran for their lives.

*** ***

"Oh no! We were not monitoring the Whitehall mikes!" one of the Knockers cried as her antiquated TV screen showed two morality police running away. "Oh dang! We missed messing with their minds..."

*** ***

The robots surveyed the computer screen. Their metallic faces sheathed in curious masks of exquisite beauty which mimicked ancient ideals of what defined the human face. The flickers of the computer screen casting delicate colors on the carved wood of the Noh masks. Then the robots calculated when the latest invasion flotilla would pierce the inner defenses. Their lavish silk couture rustled luxuriously. Their lavish sleeves billowing opulently as the computer counted down the minutes and seconds until the moment of impact of the invasion of the desperate.

*** ***

Another morality policeman held back the crowds of thousands and thousands and thousands of indigent, starving, screaming migrants as the imam in his purity of white (or what used to be white) saintly couture inched his way up to the sight of the carnage. Thousands of dead or dying migrants were heaped as if a Medina Trench around a decayed water facet. The imam held a dirty handkerchief over his nose and mouth. The mass of dead and dying humanity formed a horrible sight. Vomit and blood and bloody defecation poured out of every orifice of every corpse. Bloody loathsomeness oozing out of eyes and ears and noses and mouths and groins. The diseased blood and vomit and defecation stinking as if rot though some of the mound of bodies were still faintly squirming or whimpering. Men. Women. Children. But mostly men. All dying or else dead. It was a vision as if the mouth of hell had vomited out its contents.

"Tell the firemen that another outbreak of typhoid has occurred" the imam told the morality policeman as he held his dirty handkerchief over his face. "Typhoid used to take days to kill and now it only takes hours to kill. Even minutes! Horribly! Blood and Najis exploding out of every orifice! They have to come and burn everyone and everything here. Doesn't anyone have any idea where the underground water pipes come from? Any sort of map at all? Unless we can identify the source of the water contamination every water pipe and facet will just deliver death to everyone who risks drinking from the municipal water taps."

"No one knows" the sinister black garbed morality police replied nervously. "This is the eighth water tap we have found to be riddled by steroid typhoid!"

"Steroid typhoid?"

"On account that it now kills all but instantly! Horribly and all but instantly. Ten to twenty minutes. The worse ten to twenty minutes of death imaginable. As I was arriving I could hear the piercing screaming four blocks away. Allah! The water mains no longer work to even wash away the diseased Najis. I sent a runner to fetch the Hell Wagons but ....." The morality policeman held one gloved hand over his nose and mouth in fear.

"It is a curse! It is the wrath of Allah!" the imam cried as he surveyed the horrible spectacle of grisly death. "Najis! Najis! Najis! Such horrible Najis! Because Allah is angry with us! A black dog crossed my path this morning. Before morning prayers. And evil Hell Hound. A Wisht dog of the Devil! And it stared at me with great red eyes. And its foul black fur glowed. And foul ectodysplasin dripped from its fangs. Poisonous Najis dool. Because the World Jihad is not triumphant yet! Because we are losing faith! Because we are doubting! The Dogs of War of Garmr tear us to pieces and the Dire Wolf Fenrir devours us because we are not faithful enough and blindly trusting enough and fanatic enough. The Najis Monsters feed off us. The Najis Monsters are killing us. If we trusted completely in Allah the typhoid would not kill us. Only the 'D's. The Harbi. The Rebels. The Enemies. And why doesn't it kill the Morlocks? It is like Pancras Plague! Why does it only kill us? Not the Morlocks? Or even the Cockney Cockroaches. Just us. We are the Best of Peoples! Chosen of Allah! The Faithful Jihadists of the One True Prophet! Peace be upon him! Why are we dying? Why is it us dying instead of our enemies? Don't you know where this water main connects to? You moron! It is obviously contaminated water. Don't you know anything useful?"

"Your lot ordered every Jahiliyyah pollution burned" the sinister black clad morality policeman replied bitterly. "Don't you remember? Your lot ordered the firemen to burn all Kafir governmental records in the Great Jahiliyyah Purge. The Bonfires Of The Kufr Vanities. To start the new regime afresh you said. To throw the evils of the past into the fires of hell you said. To exorcize the Kufr past. To burn away the heresy and the blasphemy. To sterilize the Najis filth. To eradicate the accurst Shirk. To exorcize the Jahiliyyah pollution. To exterminate all BID'a. To cleanse and purify Dar ul Islamic Anglestan. So now we don't have any records of anything relating to the pre-Caliphate past. That is what every conquest of every Kafir or Shirk place requires. That is what every Islamic conquest starts with. The sterilization and eradication of all Pre-Caliphate Kufr and Shirk and Jahiliyyah and BID'a. To erase the past. To start fresh. And anyway! Who besides your lot can read?

You declared literacy to be haram. No less than books. Boko haram! To protect the souls of the Faithful from the foul Najis filth and Jahiliyyah pollution of the Kafir. From temptation. From Shirk. From Kufr. From BID'a. To save us from the evils of the Unbeliever and the Infidel. To purge Dar ul Islamic Anglestan from the foul evil of its previous Dar ul Harb incarnation. Because the Prophet, peace be upon him, loved the illiterates. Being illiterate. So illiteracy is holiness. For is not The Prophet, peace be upon him, the Perfect Man? And was not The Prophet illiterate? Paradise welcomes unquestioning all martyrs and the poor and the illiterate. And anyway! Most of the migrants coming from the Islamic Levant and Muslim Africa are illiterate. Because literacy is haram. Like the boko haram. That is what your lot said. Walaa wa al Baraa!

Allah not only hates the Unbeliever and the Infidel and the Kafir and the Shirk and the Apostate. Allah hates the educated poisoned by the Kafir Sciences. Reeking of unspeakable Kufr. And contaminated by forbidden Shirk. Befouled by Najis filth. Tainted by BID'a. And poisoned by Jahiliyyah alien barbaric Pollution. Being the noxious creations of a people of Gross Error. Being the tainted talismans and devious devices of donkeys laden with books. The Jews. And it all starts with books. Every temptation. Every damnation. The origin of every evil. The fountainhead of every depravity. Books! Boko haram! Boko haram! And if there is no boko haram then there is no need for literacy. For literacy no less than boko haram besmirches the purity of the mind of the Faithful. And purity, like virginity, once lost, can never be recovered. And if there is no literacy then the Faithful will not be tempted by boko haram. They will be saved from everything which is forbidden. Najis filthy! Polluted! Befouled! Besmirched! Contaminated! And haram!" The morality police stared at the unspeakable carnage and whimpered.

Toward the back of the terrified mass of starving and filthy migrants a man watched in the shadows before slipping away deeper into the growing shadows of twilight. Then he whispered into a contraption: "Send a Hell Hearse here. Two. First one. Then another. Have you fun! Have as much fun as you like! The morality policeman here is unraveling..."

"That is what you said!" the morality policeman screamed. "The Faithful do not need literacy. Which is haram! Much less boko. Which is haram! The Faithful must not be tempted by literacy. For literacy is Satan's key to boko haram. Literacy is the greatest evil of all. Stop literacy and you stop the evil of boko haram at its source. If the Faithful cannot read then they are immunized against the evil of boko haram. And anyway! Who among the Faithful ever could read Medieval Arabic to even read the Holy Koran? Which your lot has always said was too complex for any novice to read anyway. And the Holy Koran could never be understood unless it was read in its original Medieval Arabic. So only your lot had the need or the training or authority to read the Holy Koran without being confused! Perplexed! Tempted! Tempted to BID'a! That which is forbidden!

Like questioning. Reasoning. Disputing. Then bam! Then the Gates of Ijtihad critical thinking are open. And doubt creeps in. And the next thing you know you are wallowing in heresy and blasphemy. Then bam! You are wallowing in innovation. Invention. And then bam! You are a Takfir Kafir. You are an Apostate. A traitor to Allah! An enemy of Islam! And you are damned! Which is why literacy is so infinitely dangerous. Which is why boko is so infinitely dangerous. Being so tempting. Being so infectious. And there still being so much Najis of the Kufr in the West scattered around here. So much boko still laying around despite the Jahiliyyah bonfires. Heaps of Kufr Najis. Heaps of Boko Haram. Heaps of Shirk heresy and blasphemy. Heaps of Jahiliyyah alien barbaric pollution. Heaps of BID'a. That which is forbidden.

Despite our heroic firemen burning 24/7. Despite our own heroic efforts to police morality, and ferret out heresy, and sniff out blasphemy, and crush all doubt, and hunt down anyone exposed to contagious Najis and Kufr and Shirk and Jahiliyyah and BID'a. Despite your own heroic efforts to eradicate and exorcize and execute that which Allah hates. To keep the Faithful Zikr in the purity of their unquestioning faith in Islam and blind obedience to Allah and unconditional trust in The Prophet. Peace be upon him!" The morality policeman wrung his hands nervously as he stared at the horrific carnage. The diseased blood and vomit and bloody defecation oozing toward his foot in its cheap flip flop sandal.

"Najis Filth is everywhere threatening to defile the purity of the Faithful!" the morality policeman screamed as the stared at the oozing horror as if mesmerized. "Still littering the city like wreckage. Heaped up in mounds like garbage. Oozing everywhere like sewage. Raising up from the icy depths like a noxious miasma. Besmirching every surface like slime. As toxic as mold. Seeping up as if Pancras Plague from the concealed places and hidden depths everywhere around us. To poison us! Poisoning our bodies! Poisoning our minds! Poisoning our souls!

Still to be found here and there and everywhere. Still cluttering up the abandoned bastions of the defeated. Hoarded by the Enemy in illegal libraries. Still secreted away in illegal treasure houses. We can't find it all! The firemen can't burn it all! The Harbi preserve the haram to inspire them to rebellion to restore Great Britain. The Najis filthy 'D's keep the haram to remind them of the past when they used to dominate and rule and this used to be London England. The Takfir Kafir Apostates clutch the haram in their secret depravity despite their Oreo exteriors while longing for the warm old days when they could elude the Divine Slavery. The haram is dangled by the Devil to temp the Faithful as if the Apples of Knowledge of the Serpent Satan. And the boko haram is fatally tempting! As tempting as a can of food or a warm fire!

If any written thing supports the Koran then it is redundant and should be burned. So declared the First Four Caliphs! So declared the most wise Caliph Omar! And if any written thing contradicts the Koran then it is heretic and should be burned. And if any written thing speaks of anything not in the Koran or of the Koran then it is BID'a and therefore blasphemous and should be burned. For the Koran is perfect. Divine and perfect! Unchangeable. That is what you said! That is what you told me. For the Koran is the sum total of all wisdom and all truth. And nothing else is to be allowed! And everything not of the Koran or in the Koran or blessed by the Koran should not be allowed to stand! For it is noxious Kufr or vile Shirk or loathsome BID'a or else Najis filth or else Jahiliyyah alien barbaric pollution. Why aren't the Untouchables dying? The loathsome Najis filthy'D's?" he screamed. "Why is it just us dying now?"

"Stop screaming. Your panic will stampede the migrants!" the imam hissed. "We have to appear to still be in control" the imam whispered.

"But we are not in control!" the morality police screamed.

There was a distant wail of some dreadful siren. Everyone cringed by habit at the sound of the hand cranked wail. Then a decayed morgue hearse drove up. The long, rusty automobile still carried the decayed remains of a name: Mortimer Mortuary. It was crudely scratched out. Over that was crudely written Mortimer Morgue. Over that was scratched a skull and cross bones and two fearsome words no one could read but everyone understood: Pancras Plague Wellwaine. Hell Wagon! Then the rear door opened. A formaldehyde stinking figure in its decaying black suit and ghastly corpse-like features stiffly emerged and surveyed the carnage with hollow, unblinking eyes. Some of the corpses were still whimpering in the deadly mire of Typhoid. But touching them would expose anyone to the deadly plague. The corpse-like handler of death unemotionally surveyed the carnage with blood shot eyes accented by dark circles in a gaunt skull topped by putrid hair stiff with dried blood. Its skin hanging in tatters as if molting humanity. Its decaying black suit hanging as if from bones. Then the walking corpse gestured with a morgue gloved hand of spidery shape. "We are only authorized to haul away the dead" the walking corpse said in a hollow, lifeless, English voice.

"But they are dead! Or as good as!" the imam shouted at the macabre figure. "You are the Najis Angel of Death anyway! The Handler of Death! Haul away the dead Najis! That is your job you foul Najis!"

"We are only authorized to haul away the dead" the hollow voice said without emotion. "Another Hell Wagon will come in ten minutes. Another Typhoid outbreak has occurred five blocks away. And it has ripened to the required degree of deathly stillness for us to proceed with." Then the macabre walking corpse climbed back inside the Hell Wagon. Then the hauler of death roared off into the lurid sunset as its siren mechanically wailed. The starving migrants cowered before the symbol of Najis. Contagious Najis. To be feared as much as hated. A hearse which hauled away Najis corpses driven by the handlers of death who appeared to be dead ---- or as good as dead ---- themselves!

"No! Damn no! No!" the imam shouted as the Hell Wagon vanished into the lurid sunset. Then he turned and gestured at the morality policeman with contempt. "Do something to stop this dying!"

"What can I do?" the morality policeman shouted. "It is all your fault!"

"How is it my fault?"

"Because! Because I can't read! Because no one can read! Because you told us that reading was the gateway to Hell. Because even the Koran is so exquisitely complex and Medieval Arabic is so exquisitely untranslatable no one except your lot has the skill or training of rigor of faith to survive the danger of reading!" the morality policeman screamed. "Even the Koran being as it were boko and therefore a dangerous talisman too dangerous for the Faithful to read. Memorize by rote maybe. Memorizing the most important verses. The majority being abrogated anyway. So only the last verses are needful to memorize. But reading. Even reading the Koran. It is too dangerous! That is what your lot said! And the Gates of Inquiry are closed. So there is no need to read. Even for your lot to read. Just recite the last verses which are our divine marching orders. The Sword Verses! For Satan seduces the Faithful to peek through the written word on the surface of dangerous paper of the dangerous boko printed by the dangerous printing press to see the forbidden. Through the temptation of reading. Through the temptation of boko haram. So your lot said!" The morality police writhed his black gloved hands together compulsively.

"Don't parrot my own mosque fatwas back at me!" the Wahhabist screamed. "Do something moron!...."

Deep in the shadows a shadow chuckled. Then a strange figure of a man in a boiler suit and Doc Martens topped by a visage of a donkey emerged from the deeper shadows creeping across the landscape. The donkey man paused on his bicycle. His German Shepard dog silent and professional by his side. "What is going on?" the donkey man whispered in the shadows.

"Another typhoid outbreak" the other man in the shadows whispered.

"How many is that?" the donkey man whispered.

"Eight...."

"This week?"

"This day!"

"Jesus! The Eloi are dropping like flies" the donkey man whispered.

"You know who is coming into town come twilight!"

"So it is ....?" the donkey man whispered.

"....Ragnarok!" the shadow in the shadows whispered.

"The End of Worlds!" the donkey man whispered.

"The End of Worlds. Either their world or our world. The world of the Eloi or else the world of the Morlock. The world of the Sutr or else the world of the Children of Odin."

"Or else it is simply the end of the world" the donkey man whispered. "The Apocalypse. The Final War. Everyone freezing! Everyone starving! Everyone dying! Everyone at each other's jugular!"

"Well! This is Saint David's Day after all."

"A fitting day to launch the Battle for London" the donkey man whispered. "However way it will end!"

"Tonight the sun sets on the Eloi! But come dawn the sun will raise on us!"

"The Morlocks are emerging from their depths at last!" the donkey man whispered.

"From every subterranean portal!" the shadow in the shadows whispered.

"That morality policeman is at the end of his tether" the donkey man whispered as if someone who understood what being at the end of his tether meant.

"Yes. Just a nudge will push him over" the shadow in the shadows whispered with a cruel chuckle.

"Which I suspect you are planning?" the donkey man whispered.

"Why not have fun torturing the Eloi while waiting for the Chimes to toil at Midnight!"

"Well! I must make my deliveries. My last deliveries will be to Mr. Mole.

"Say hello to Mr. Mole for me" the shadow in the shadows whispered.

"I did not realize MI 5 was on a first name basis with common humanity" the donkey man whispered. "Dawn! To think that maybe at dawn we will finally and at last be able to drop our ....... facades ..... and become human again!"

"Don't you like being a member of the Najis filthy sub species of humanity on par with urine and feces and rot and decay and befouled blood and vomit and filth and vermin and corpses? One of the vilest of vile creatures? A sub human species of 'no morality' or 'intelligence'? A sub human who must be dominated and rule by his superiors? Them! The Ubermensch Ummah. The .....Eloi" the shadow in the shadows whispered. "For which we are destined by Mohammad's command to toil and slave forever on bent knee."

The donkey man flinched. His very well trained dog nudged him as he ever so slightly went spastic. Then the donkey man fought down his PTSD and prepared to bicycle away. "Torture them!" the donkey man whispered bitterly. "They deserve it! Kill them! They deserve it! Tonight we Morlocks are emerging from our subterranean depths and shadowy sub existence to take back our city. It is payback time for everything the Eloi has ever taken from us."

The donkey man bicycled off as the shadow in the shadows chucked sadistically. "I intend to! If I can get that morality policeman to ....sniff that pompous prig of a mullah. I could use the death to gut the mosque. If a hoity-toity holy dies horribly then the whole mosque loses face. Loses faith. But how ..... how ..... that is the question. How exactly to do it? ...."

*** ***

A gargoyle positioned on the iced roof of a decayed building overlooking the unfolding nightmare suddenly moved. Then the shadowy thing in the growing shadows chuckled as it stretched its arms ---- causing its huge soft wings to flutter as if silk. Then the gargoyle stood up gaunt and grotesque as a human rat scurried up to take his position as lookout. The human rat perched eyeglasses on his hideous snout and surveyed the scene playing out below. "What is happening?" the human rat said as he fussed with his Jewish skull cap.

In reply the gargoyle peeled off his rubber visage and dangled it from one hand as he watched the technicolor sunset explode across the sky. "A species of the Best of Peoples is unraveling. Did you sew your skull cap to the damn mask?" he asked incredulously.

"It was the only way to keep it on! And anyway! The Chimes have not even tolled yet!" the human rat replied as he fussed with his equipment before checking his watch. Then the human rat surveyed the intensity of the sunset to gage when to put the night goggles over his hideous rubber visage.

"The Ubermensch Ummah is suddenly suspecting it is losing control" the gargoyle Gay replied nonchalantly.

"Wrong tense. Lost control!" the Jew replied as he used a spy glass to survey the scene playing out below.

"Being religious egotists who are IQ challenged it has taken the enemy a while to suspect" the Gay said dryly as he lit and smoked a herbal cigarette.

"Saint David bless you this night" the Jew said as he scratched his hideous rubber mask.

"Saint David bless every Morlock this night" the Gay replied as he smoked while watching the cold sky ooze livid colors amidst putrid greens across the sky. Then he vanished across the icy roof. The Jew finished arranging his night goggles, wireless radio, drone, rifle, and ammo. Then he dangled his legs over the edge of the decayed roof as if a replacement gargoyle. Then the human rat softly sang:

'Oranges and lemons! Says the Bells of Saint Clements!

You owe me five farthings! Says the Bells of Saint Martin!

When will you pay me? Says the Bells of Old Bailey!

When I am become rich! Says the Bells of Shorditch

When will that be? Says the Bells of Stephey!

I don't know! Says the Bells of Bow!

Here comes a candle to light you to bed!

Here comes a copper to chop off your head!

Chip! Chop! Chip Chop! The last man's dead!'

*** ***

".....What can I do? No one knows how the sewers and aqueducts work anymore!" the morality policeman shouted at the imam as they stood before the carnage of corpses oozing blood and vomit and bloody defecation from every orifice as if a nightmare from hell. The morality policeman rubbed his black gloved hands together in growing panic. "Nothing works anymore. Sewers! Aqueducts! Plumbing! Water mains! Machines! Or electricity! Engineering whatever! Or telecommunications! Cell phones! Computers! Or anything which goes underground! Behind the scenes or underground! Not even maintenance! Not even factories! Not any sort of ..... .....industry! Medicine! Anything! Nothing works anymore! Everything is broken! Everything is falling down around us! And it is freezing cold!"

"So get up off your bony arse and fix it!" the imam shouted.

"We never worked to learn such things!" the morality policeman shouted back as he scratched at an open sore before wringing his gloved hands together nervously. "We all lived on the dole. We never worked. The dole was jizya. We lived on the dole. That is what you told us! We did not have to work. The dole was jizya. So we never worked. We never went to university to be turned into Takfir Kafirs. Fikr Apostates! Throw Reason to the Najis filthy dogs. Allah! Even Casualty is heresy so how could we go to university? The world is flat and the sun obits the earth. So how could we go to university? We would have had to learn to read and write. Which is haram! To read boko. Which is haram! We would have had to learn Jahiliyyah English. Which is haram! So how could we go to university? We would have been exposed to all of that Najis. That loathsome Kufr and vile Shirk and polluted Jahiliyyah and infectious BID'a. We would have been besmirched! Damned! That is what you said! That is what you told us!

We were encouraged to drop out of Kafir school because they might turn us into Oreos or Uncle Toms. That is what you said! That is what you told us! Westernized and integrated and assimilated Apostates. Not real Muslims. Real Muslims, devoted Muslims, cannot go to Kafir schools. That is what you said! That is what you told us! Kafir schools are a sewer of Kufr and Shirk and Jahiliyyah and BID'a. A contagious and loathsome Najis sewer. We would have been exposed to every spiritual contamination!" The morality policeman stared are the carnage as he nervously rubbed his gloved hands together. Making no attempt to help the last dying victims as they whimpered as they died. Instead, he nervously moved away as the tainted Najis blood and vomit and bloody defecation oozed toward his dirty flip flops. He rubbed his gloved hands together as if his skin was crawling with itching ants.

"Sitting next to Najis filthy Kafirs as foul as pigs and dogs and urine and feces and rot and decay and corpses and foul blood" the morality policeman whimpered. "Untouchables! Najis filthy Untouchables! Worse than the Kafir and Shirk Untouchables of Pakistan where I came from! We would have been defiled and besmirched. Contaminated. Infected. And while Najis the People of the Book were at least that. The Christians were at least People of the Book. But there were Najis filthy Pagan Hindus and Sikhs and Buddhist Shirks at those schools. Shirks! Do you know how contagious they are? And Jews. And Faggots. That is even worse Najis. That is the worst Najis of all! How could we have kept our purity? Our purity! Our superiority as the Best of Peoples?" the morality policeman ranted as one nervy gloved hand scratched at another open sore.

"Or else we only went to madrassa to memorize the Sword Verses of the Koran" the morality policeman cried as he wrung his gloved hands together compulsively. "To memorize that which is safe. The Koran! The Hadith! The Sira! Parts anyway! Islamic languages! Parts anyway! Islamic history! Parts anyway! Islamic morality! Sharia! How to fight! How to wage Jihad! And the Divine Mission and Manifest Destiny of the Ummah to conquer and dominate and rule the world! What else was needful for us to learn? That is what you said!" The morality policeman rubbed his gloved hands together in growing panic as the sight of the carnage. Some of the carnage still squirming. Doomed but still moaning. Not quite dead yet. Then he scratched furiously at another open sore on his face. His gloved hands compulsively scratching as if at lice or fleas. But the nervous gesture was clawing the skin of his face into open sores.

"Well don't you know anyone who can fix this?" the imam shouted at the terrified morality policeman. "Moron!"

"Don't shout at me! It is not my fault!" the morality policeman shouted back as his gloved hands scratched his face compulsively. Breaking his dirty skin into more raw wounds. "It is your fault! It is all your fault! We were even encouraged to drop out of trade school and the factory floor because then we faced the dilemma of obeying the orders of Najis filthy Kafirs as if mere inferiors. Muslims cannot be commanded or ruled by inferiors. Muslims dominate and rule inferiors. That is what you told us! That is what you said! So how could we work for Najis filthy inferiors and take orders from Najis filthy inferiors? And the work day was Monday through Friday so how could we work on Friday? And the work day was regimented by the clock and the factory floor. Beside being exposed to Najis filthy inferiors we could not stop the clock and the factory floor to pray as required. And if we did walk off to pray there often was no proper prayer room or foot bathing facility. And then the Najis filthy Kafirs grumbled that they had to pick up the slack for us 'slackers' who did not work the required time.

And the bosses would scream how the hell did we expect the factory floor to stop in its collective tracks just so we could go off to pray three or four times during the work day depending on the hour. We needed a full extra hour and a half to pray, if not two hours, and the damn Kafirs refused to accommodate us by giving us the extra hours. They would grumble why we couldn't merge the prayers together and pray at lunch. Or pray before work and at lunch and after work. Or else they expected us to give up our lunch and make up the time. Which is persecution! Persecution! That is what you said! That is what you told us! That we must not compromise with the Najis filthy Kafirs. What was more important you said! To have a job or Islam!" he screamed as he scratched at his dirty arms with his gloved hands. Breaking more sores open.

"Only damnable Najis filthy degenerates worship the clock and productivity quotas before Allah. That is what you said! And the Najis expected us to work a full shift. No matter what. Make the quota. No manner what. No excuses. Do the job. No matter how. Except the job had to be done perfectly! Do the job! Perfectly! No slacking. No mistakes. Or else be fired. And the job was hard! Complex! It required discipline and a certain level of ..... well..... intelligence. Those Najis filthy bastards! And if the bosses were not riding your back then the Union bosses were riding your back! The Najis filthy bastards! Inferiors commanding us. Commanding us! The Faithful of the Ummah of Allah! The Best of Peoples! I should have been the supervisor of that damn factory floor because I am a Muslim! The Best of Peoples! They were all Najis filthy inferiors! The lot of them! We are suppose to command. We are suppose to dominate. We are suppose to rule. Not them! That is what you said! That is what you told us!" he shouted as he nervously scratched at open sores with his black gloved hands as he circled around the edge of the carnage. Helpless. Therefore terrified of losing face because of his impotence before of the carnage.

"And during Ramadan how could we work when fasting? And if we called in sick or took time off the Najis filthy Kafirs protested that they had to do our work for us and they hated us accordingly. Or else if we came in to work during Ramadan we would be woozy. Sick. Have to go home. And the Najis filthy Kafir co-workers would protest about us 'slacking off'! Or else dock our pay. Or else the damn Najis would eat at lunch time. Eating during Ramadan! How disgusting! How depraved! Being gross pig shit eating Najis filthy Kafirs!

And every Christmas up went the Jahiliyyah. Every Easter. Up went the Jahiliyyah. Every Guy Fawkes Night was prefaced by Jahiliyyah. Queen's Birthday. Up went the Jahiliyyah flags. Hell! The damned Najis even often celebrated Holi or some Jewish holidays or pagan holidays. Like Halloween. The worst Jahiliyyah of all! Pagan Jahiliyyah! Witches. All witches should be burned. Not celebrated. That is what you said!" he shouted as he tried to keep his dirty flip flops out of the slowly spreading ooze of diseased blood and vomit and bloody defecation.

"And all they ever talked about was sports or else music. Music is haram. And any sports other than training for war is haram too. And the damnable Najis would wear crosses to offend us. Or Stars of David. Or Hindu or Buddhist Jahiliyyah. To offend us! Even if they did not talk about their depraved and gross religions the mere sight of those symbols deliberately offended us. It was all a total violation of Sharia. That is what you said! They should have been fired. Not me! Especially that damn Jew. And that damn faggot who got me fired. How could those degenerate perverts expect me to work alongside a Jew and a faggot? You told me to hold to the moral high ground. And I did. And look what happened. I was fired!

By that factory floor supervisor who was a female. Taking orders from a female. A whore. A Kafir whore! To be commanded by a female is against Islam! That what you said! But I was fired by a Kafir whore! You said I had to stand up for Islam! I had to stand up for the Ummah! But I was fired!" He scratched at his open sores. "You said that bitch of a factory floor supervisor was just a naked Kafir whore. All Christians are liars and all Christian females are whores as well as liars. That whore got me fired! The whore refused to cover her Awrah hair. She refused to cover her Awrah face. Her Awrah body. I could see the shape of her Awrah inside the factory uniform. To deliberately offend me! To get me fired! The whore! The naked whore! She was just meat for me to wipe my sins off on! Except she beat the shit out of me when I ..... never mind!

Or else if we worked at a service job we had to conform to dress requirements and had to dress like the Najis Kafirs in Western uniforms. A boiler suit with a factory logo. Even to do manual labor to haul out the garbage. I had to wear...... No Muslim can dress in Jahiliyyah! Or cut our beards! Or learn English! Or take orders from Najis filthy inferiors! Or haul out the garbage! Najis cleans up najis! Back in Pakistan it was the Najis who did the dirty work of cleaning up the najis! I was assigned that Najis filthy job deliberately! Humiliated! To lose face!

Or else to shake hands with inferiors! Especially inferior females! A good Muslim cannot shake hands with Najis! You said I had to hold to the moral high ground against those vilest of creatures! Those people of no morality or intelligence! And look what happened! I was fired! Or being forced to say 'Can I help your Sir?' or 'Can I help you Madame?' to some Najis filthy inferior! Or else 'Thank you!' to some Najis filthy inferior! It breaks every Sharia to have to be polite to Najis! That is what you said! That is what you told me! But I was fired!

Back in Pakistan no Najis dared to speak to us first. Or expect us to speak to them. And they got off the sidewalk when we approached and stood in the gutters. Downwind. And never used the same water fountains and water wells. Or the same entrances. Or the same bathrooms. Or any room with us. Their superiors! Back in Pakistan the Untouchables understood their place in Dar ul Islamic society! They obeyed Sharia! They knew what the 'D' meant even if they no longer wore the 'D' on their Najis filthy chests. And they paid the jizya because they knew it was still enforced. And if we wanted their daughters they knew we could take them. And do whatever our right hand possessed with them. And then throw the Najis away like garbage. Because Devshirme was also still in force! Sharia ruled! And we ruled! And when we entered a store the Najis parted for us to go to the front of the queue. And the best stores never allowed the Najis to even enter. Najis stay segregated. As is right and proper. Apartheid is part and parcel of Sharia. I was degraded! I was humiliated! I lost face! I was fired! I used to be somebody back in Pakistan! But I became a nobody when I came here!" the morality policeman wailed helplessly. "Everything is breaking down! Everything is falling down! And it is so freezing cold...."

*** ***

The eccentric old man scurried about his crazily jerry-rigged accumulation of computers. The cables running in every direction. Busily he checked each program and computer printout. He adjusted toggles and dials. The fussed with readouts. Then he flustered with his curious Victorian fez and thick spectacles as his aged slippers nimbly maneuvered around the entanglement of cables. All as a tiny dog followed him here and there and everywhere. "On dear! Oh dear! MIMIR is antsy tonight. One Rooster has crowed! But there is no sign that the Black Crow. The Sooty Rooster. Nor has Heimdall the Night-watchman generated his Gjallarhorn warning. Does that mean the Brussels Resistance has mined all the way underneath the NATO bunkers to cut off the power to the Surtr's Fiery Sword? The NATO thermonuclear warheads? Will midnight be Ragnarok? Or Gotterdammerung? Armageddon?..."

*** ***

A sinister mechanical wail pierced the polluted air. Then another Hell Wagon drove up. The driver's window rolled down. A corpse-like creature surveyed the carnage. "I hear whimpering. I hear weak moaning. Not quite all dead yet." The window slowly rolled up as the imam shouted at the Najis Filthy handler of Najis death.

"No! No!" the imam shouted. "Do you damn job you Najis filthy handlers of death!" But the Hell Wagon drove off.

The morality policeman rubbed his glove hands together compulsively as he nervously circled the edge of the oozing carnage as he whimpered. A very slight drool dripping from his mouth. Then he shouted "How could I work in such a Najis place? There was no segregation of Najis filthy inferiors. I was besmirched by their Najis. Even water fountains. If a Najis filthy sub human Kafir drank there first then they contaminated the water for me to drink. Or the lunch room. My food would be polluted by their Najis. Just standing by Najis meant I was polluted by their Najis. Or to be made to endure the presence of naked English or Hindu or Sikh or Buddhist whores who refused to obey Islamic morality and veil! Shamelessly flaunting their Awrah for all to see! Or be expected to serve at counter to Najis filthy Kafirs who might be buying wine or pork or some other haram thing!

Or to use sanitation sterilizers which contained alcohol" he shouted as he scratched at his open sores with his gloved hands. "Or use toilet paper. Not a proper squat toilet in sight. It was all haram! Haram and Najis! Everything Kafir is forbidden. Everything Kafir is haram. Najis! And taboo!" he whimpered as he rubbed his gloved hands together nervously as he surveyed the carnage oozing toward him. One gloved hand scratched so savagely at his face it clawed the skin open. Blood dripped. The gloves unraveling. The seams breaking. So why was he wearing them?

"I was surrounded by haram. I was surrounded by Najis. I was surrounded by Shirk and by Jahiliyyah. By BID'a. By infectious damnation and contagious immoral depravity. And everyone despised me! Why wouldn't they? Eh? Eh? Because I took out the garbage at night! I was reduced to hauling out the garbage at night! That is why! And anyway! To get ahead I had to read. Even to take out the garbage I had to read and be able to use the time clock and sign my name. And none of us could read. Or write. So how could we work? Even if we wanted to? And then I was fired! Fired! Even from the job of garbage collector! Such loss of face! I would never have been so humiliated back in Pakistan! Why did I come here? To this cold freezing place? Why..... why.... why is this happening....."

*** ***

In the urban wasteland frosted with ice the morality police spy stared at the rusty gates into the gapping Victorian sewer. Then he ducked behind a dead tree gleaming with ice entangled in rusty wire and rusting old mattress springs as a morgue hearse drove up before a red sky. Then shadows emerged from the cold depths of the sewer. Corpses in decayed black couture stinking of formaldehyde. Their greenish black skin glowing faintly greenish as they silently and lifelessly emerged from the depths of the dark sewer to silently and lifelessly wade up to the morgue hearse. Their hair stiff with muck. Their hollow eyes staring. Their morgue gloved hands boasting strangely long fingers. Then just before they climbed into the waiting hearse they suddenly turned around in unison and stared at the concealed spy with silent, glaring eyes. Then as if on cue they vomited out foul greenish ectoplasm. The morality police spy ran away screaming in terror. Then the walking dead mutely and stiffly climbed into the morgue hearse and it drove off.

*** ***

".....So we never worked!" the morality policeman shouted at the imam as he nervously surveyed the oozing mound of the dead and dying helplessly. Impotent instead of important. Inferior instead of superior. Powerless instead of powerful. "We never had to work. The days were warm! The dole was jizya. We live on the dole. So why bother to work? The filthy Kafirs gave us everything for free! Out of terror of us! We never worked. We never had to work. We marched into this Najis filthy Jahiliyyah polluted Kafir land and we conquered it by sheer over population! We took it by criminality! I mean Ghazi Jihad! We took it by force! We took it by terror! As did the Prophet who boasted how he triumphed through terror and through war! We waged terror! We waged war! And we triumphed!" he screamed as he clawed at his bloody face. Then he suddenly turned away and vomited.

Up on the roof the human rat chuckled sadistically. "'Oranges and lemons! Says the Bells of Saint Clements! ...."

The shaking morality policeman wiped the foul vomit away with one gloved hand. "And now we dominate and rule the Najis filthy infidels and cowardly unbelievers" he shouted to reaffirm his authority. "And take their riches and their power as our entitlement Because we were the Best of People destined by Allah to dominate and rule the world! So we never worked!" he screamed. Staggering very slightly. As if his coordination was somehow effected. Everyone turned to watch another mechanical wail as another Hell Wagon drove up ---- and passed the carnage ---- to roar down the street toward another spectacle of horror.

"Do something!" the imam shouted. "We are losing face before these migrants! If we lose face these damn niggers might attack us! If they no longer fear us they will attack us! You know how stupid they are! We are losing face before them! The niggers!"

Up on the decayed roof the human rat laughed softly. "You owe me five farthings! Says the Bells of Saint Martin!..."

"What can I do?" the morality policeman screamed as he nervously retreated before the horror of the oozing carnage. His unraveling gloved hands compulsively clawing at his flesh. "We never worked to learn how to do anything! As the Best of Peoples we were entitled to lounged on the dole and never work. It was jizya! That is what you said!" the morality policeman screamed at the imam. "The Najis filthy Kafirs worked to support us and house us and feed us and clothe us and supply us with every luxury and free thing. We never had to work! The stupid Kafirs toiled like our White Slaves to support us! The front of every queue! Entitled to everything! The Masters! The Dominators! For free! Everything given to us as if on a silver platter. We only had to snap our fingers. Complain to the useful idiots. Make a scene before that bitch Lily Allen. Make a scene before the BBC cameras. Call the misers 'racist' or 'bigot'. Or burn down our refugee centers to piss them off. Then our White Slaves would groveled before us. Even before we disenfranchised the Najis filthy Kafirs down to loathsome 'D's they were 'D's! Dhimmis!" he screamed as spittle dripped down his face.

Up on the roof the human rat chuckled sardonically. "When will you pay me? Says the Bells of Old Bailey!..."

"They cowered!" the unraveling man shouted as he waved one gloved hand at the imam. "They kowtowed! They toiled! They slaved! To support us. To enrich us. And we took the riches of their toil and the fruits of their hard work as jizya. As is right and proper! We took their riches and we took their women! Because Muslims dominate and rule! The Dominators don't work! So why learn? Rulers don't toil! So why toil? Masters don't labor! So why labor? Per the Sword Verses we take from the Conquered Harbi as Ghazi. Or from the Dhimmis as Jizya. And their females and children as Devshirme.

Whatever they right hand possesses do with as you will!' And we did! And our Slaves and Our conquered Dhimmis work and toil for us. To enrich us! Per the Verses. That is what you said! That is what you told us! The Dhimmis no less than the Slaves and the Harbi exist to enrich us as the Best of Peoples. 'Whatever thy right hand possesses do with as you will!' 'The spoils of War has been made halal for me!' Take the moral high ground. That is what you said! Claim your historic rights and privileges as the Ummah. As the Best of Peoples. As the Masters. As the Dominators. As the Rulers. Wage Ghazi Jihad. Pillage. Rape. Burn. Terrorize. Cull. Harvest. Take it! Take it all! It is yours for the taking! So we took! We culled! We harvested! We confiscated! We enriched ourselves off the inferiors we conquered and dominated and ruled! And the vilest of creatures we conquered slaved away like White Slaves to maintain us as the Best of Peoples! As The Prophet, peace be upon him, commanded!"

Another Hell Wagon roared ...... past them. The morality policeman screamed in rage and then whimpered as the spectacle of death oozed relentlessly toward his dirty flip flops. All as the gory reds and purples and putrid greens of the technicolor sunset filled the cold sky as if a lurid commentary on the grisly death scene playing out before him as the bodies of the Best of Peoples oozed Najis before his horrified eyes.

Up on the roof the human rat chuckled with glee. "When I am become rich! Says the Bells of Shorditch..."

"We are creatures of the warm sun and the sunny surface of the Earth" the morality policeman whimpered at the imam as a cold damp wind blew across the mound of dead and dying. "Though all of today the cold sun, what there is of it, has made my skin crawl!" he added as he gestured with those unraveling gloved hands which contrasted so oddly with his dirty bare feet in flip flops and decaying uniform.

He itched uncontrollably. "We are the fiery Sutr of the Southern Hemisphere. We are ardent! Passionate! Intemperate! Violent! We are bred and trained only for War and Jihad! Conquest for Allah! Terrorism and the Divine Slavery! To conquer and dominate and rule! That is all we know! That is all we need to know! Oh why won't they hurry up and die! Die! Die! Die! Stop whimpering and die damn it! So the Hell Wagon will come and deal with this!" he screamed as he clawed at his open sores with those oddly unraveling, gloved hands. As if the decaying gloves concealed something he wanted to keep hidden as long as possible. "Die! Hurry up and Die!"

Up on the roof the human rat gloated. "When will that be? Says the Bells of Stephey...."

"Do something your damn fool!" the imam shouted to the morality policeman. "Do your job!"

"Only the Najis filthy creatures of the foul depths know such Kufr and Shirk and BID'a and Jahiliyyah things!" the morality policeman shouted as he clawed at his face. Breaking more dirty skin open. More blood oozed. More open sores seeped pus. But he seemed obvious to what his gloved hands were doing to his flesh. And there was an odd stench coming from those decaying gloves. "For only the loathsome unbelievers and infidels know what to do being the twisted and perverted byproducts of this cold, damp, dire, grey, and icy island. Pallid monsters of the cold and damp darkness. Wan and bloodless creatures of the rain and fog and ice. Sub human and depraved. Being raised from birth in such things. Subterranean or else cloistered in sterile places where the sun never shines and the warm air never blows! Ice water flows in their veins. And their brains are as icy as their hearts. Their foul history and depraved culture conditions them for such things. It is still so cold! So cold! Even now! Please Allah! Please! Not another year without summer!"

"The Thames has melted to shimmering ice" the imam retorted. "Isn't that good enough for you?"

"The Thames was never suppose to freeze at all! Damn this icy island! And damn these hell bound scion of damnable Crusaders who willfully defied the conquest of the Northern Hemisphere by the Divine Slavery time and again. Damn these creatures of the snow and ice! These Children of Odin! These nestlings of Hel the goddess of Frozen Hell! Damn their cold fields and frozen mountains and icy rivers and snowy hills! Time and again defying conquest by the Surtr of the Southern Hemisphere. Defying us! Defying Allah! Defying us!" he screamed as he waged a gloved finger at the imam. "Then daring to invade us and rule us. The ultimate in haram depravity. Because we dominate and rule! We cannot be dominated and ruled! Much less by the vilest of creatures. The Children of the North. The Children of Odin. That is why we, the Sutr, had to march out of the warm and sunny South to invade the dark and cold North! To wage the final war to punish them and to destroy them and to eradicate them and to erase them off the face of the earth! The sub human monsters damned by Allah! Where is a damn Hell Wagon to deal with this! I can't deal with this!"

Up on the roof the human rat grinned as he watched the horror unfolding through his spy glass. "I don't know! Says the Bells of Bow!..."

".....And only the Children of Odin are reared and educated and trained in such things to be able to deal with this!" the morality policeman shouted to the imam. "Being cold creatures obsessed with such things. Being godless and depraved creatures. Passionless as ice. Warped creatures. Their brains operating at dangerously high levels. Therefore insane. Of no morality or intelligence. Warped and perverted. Fikr brains the lot of them. Hideous. Pasty faced and pale eyed and pale haired. Bred out creatures carved out of ice who cannot endure the bright hot sun the way we can. Though for some reason the cold sun, what there has been of the cold sun, has made my skin break out!" He clawed at open sores which now oozed pus as well as blood. He whimpered in growing panic and agitation but then overcompensated by swaggering.

"Monsters! Vile Najis filthy monsters! Bred out creatures who talk of law and order to excuse their cowardice. Pasty faced cowards. Never raising their voices. Much less their hands against us. Never shouting. Always so self controlled. Still. Cold. Icy. Obsessed with cold bloodless reason and logic and facts and statistics and discipline. Unlike we passionate Surtr! Incapable of understanding loss of face. Like us! Incapable of fighting. Like us! Incapable of conquering. Like us! Incapable of beating the shit out of us as we beat the shit out of them.

Talking endlessly about the need for due process of law and order as we waged Ghazi against them. Talking about the need for self control as we pillaged and raped them. Talking about the need for guilt and regret and atonement as we brutalized them. Scolding us as we conquered them. Perplexed as we trashed their pathetic world or less burned down everything they built or invested in. Baffled as we took everything from them. Incredulous why we were behaving this way. Incapable of understanding honor! Valor! Heroism! Ghazi! Jihad!" the morality policeman screamed as spittle sprayed out of his stinking mouth. Or was it his rotting teeth? Then he threw up again.

Up on the roof the human rat laughed. "Here comes a candle to light you to bed...."

"Are you sick?" the imam asked worried. "You did not drink of this contaminated water did you?"

"There are so many diseases killing us I can scarcely keep track of the ways a member of the Ummah can die nowadays!" the morality policeman screamed as his suspiciously gloved hands clawed at his flesh. He screamed as he rubbed his gloved hands together compulsively. The smelly and oddly decayed gloves unraveling as he clawed at his dirty skin, breaking more open sores open. Pus oozed from a livid sore on his mouth. The pus a noxious green. Then a cyst exploded as nervy gloved fingers unconsciously scratched it. The exploding cyst vomiting out a repulsive muck.

"Unbelievers! Infidels! Najis filthy Kafirs! Creatures without shame or honor incapable of bashing a skull in!" he shouted. "Incapable of standing up for themselves and fighting back against our onslaught! Incapable of understanding that our definition of 'peace' is submission to the Divine Slavery! Incapable of understanding that we were waging war upon them as we marched into their damp and dank and dark land! Conquerors without need of weapons! So stupid they actually thought our invasion was a humanitarian crisis!

Hah! Just standing there incredulous as we assaulted them! Robbing them! Raping them! Killing them! Asking incredulous why we were behaving like this in those irritatingly soft, damp voices! Asking incredulous why we were repaying their magnanimity of taking us into their homes and their country by brutalizing them. Asking incredulous why we were repaying their gracious hospitality with criminality and contempt and war. Asking incredulous why we were repaying their gesture of selfless humanity with ingratitude. Ingratitude! The arseholes! We were marching into this damp land to conquer them! The morons! They would just stand there passionlessly and incredulously and ask us why we were waging war! Smashing everything! Breaking everything! Burning everything! Destroying everything!" he crackled manically as more spittle oozed from his mouth. His lips blistering and cracking open revealing rotting teeth.

"Cold blooded creatures of pasty face and maddening self control!" he shouted as he clawed at his flesh with those oddly gloved hands. The gloves decayed. Smelly. Smelling of something rotten. Nervy gloved fingers tearing his dirty flesh open. And the more he scratched at the open sores the more the open sores oozed not only blood but pus. "Always so exasperating in their obsession with painstaking precision. Fussbudgets! Obsessive compulsive about time and about everything having to be precisely in its place. Neat! Tidy! Clean! Allah! The lice and fleas are devouring me! As if bugs are under my skin! Devouring me! Devouring me! And the sun, what there has been of the sun, has make my skin uncontrollably itchy! Damn this itch! It feels as if bugs are under my skin!"

Up on the roof the human rat laughed a he watched the scene through his spy glass. "Here comes a copper to chop off your head...."

"....How those pathetic pasty faced creatures cowered before us!" the morality policeman snared. His blistered lips snarling, revealing profoundly rotting teeth. "How they freaked out if we defecated on one of their damn sterile streets. Fussing over a damn tree or flower or some stupid Jahiliyyah national treasure whenever we vandalized it. Wagging a finger at us if we chopped down a stupid oak tree to burn for a fire or else urinating in one of their damn fountains" he shouted as he waged a gloved finger at the imam. The gloves broken open at the seams. Scarcely concealing the fingers within. Something very wrong with the fingers contained within the stained and smelly gloves.

"Talking about environmental implications of every damn thing" the morality policeman snarled. "Or financial implications. Or legal implications. Or genteel implications. Or cultural implications. Or social cohesion. Or sanitation. Or leaving a smaller carbon footprint. Hysterical if we built a shanty camp on their sterile streets or else freaked out in that cold prissy way if we burned down a migrant center out of boredom or else threw our garbage and shit out of the windows for them to clean up!" he shouted manically. The imam pulled away nervously. Very nervously.

Up on the roof the human rat chuckled. "Chip! Chop! Chip Chop! The last man is about to become very, very dead!"

"So obsessive about cleaning up after us!" the morality policeman shouted as he clawed at his flesh. "Frantically cleaning up as we trashed everything. Wagging a finger prissily when we threw their water bottles or red cross food boxes back at them. Wagging a finger prissily if we shop lifted while asking us why we did not attempt to work. Wagging a finger prissily if we refused to pay our Tube fare. Wagging a finger prissily at us as we tore their cities to pieces with our criminality. Wagging a finger prissily at us as we waged a reign of terror upon them" he shouted as he wagged a gloved finger maniacally at the imam. "Asking us why we were displaying no work ethic as we lounged and played with our stolen cell phones. Or else illegally downloading Wifi. Hysterical that we were illegally downloading Wifi to watch movies as we lounged.

But impotent as cowards as we waged war in the streets against them! Crying after every act of terrorism and leaving altars of flowers and clutching each other and weeping! Unable to under to understand what was happening! What was happening was jihad! What was happening was war! What was happening was conquest! Prissy sissy boys! Dyke girls! And Faggots!" he snarled as putrid spittle oozed down his face. His eyes blood shot. Pus oozing down his cheeks as if tears. The erupted cyst oozing something foul. Foul pus turning from putrid green to black. More nervy fingers poorly concealed by those oddly decaying gloves scratched furiously. Those nervy gloved fingers carving wounds in his flesh. Each wound oozing not just blood but pus. The pus turning from green to black.

"You drank from this water didn't you?" the imam asked terrified.

"Bloodless creatures who would not multiply if that compromised their preciously clean industrial environment and urbanized, airless, closed off, and sterile subterranean world. Creatures as lifelike as bloodless robots. Biological androids! Who deliberately kept their population contained within their damp, dank, dire, and icy environment in order to keep their Advanced World wealth and prosperity and lifestyle in the face of Global Warming! So where is the global warming? It is so damp and dank and cold! Where is the warm sun? The warm sun of Pakistan?"

The shadow in the shadows chuckled as overhead the human rat on the roof laughed. Then the shadow in the shadows cranked up his strange gerry-rigged contraption and whispered into the wireless device. "Keep racheting up the screws.... And send some Whist Hell Hounds to that imam's mosque. The one nearest to Green Park Migrant Camp. Where once Hard Rock Café used to be. Let the Najis taboo Black Dogs play as they will .... Oh! Yes! Pipe in some of the Devil's music. Rock & Roll. That always freaks out the Wahhabists. But distort it through a synthesizer so it sounds as if ghosts of the past recycling as if degenerate Knockers." The shadow in the shadows chuckled. "Host them on their own superstitious petard! They were so proud of 'burying music' and taking over that symbol of Kafir decadence. Well! Let them enjoy it now...."

"....Which is a myth! Global Warming! It is a myth! That is what you said! That is what you told us!" the morality policeman screamed hysterically at the imam. "For this has been the third year without summer! Since that volcano erupted there has been no warm summers at all! Only damp dark dankness and dirty rain! Cutting ice! And sometimes even snow! Snow! I can't cope with snow! Though all of this day the pallid sun has pained my skin!" His eyes were so red rimmed and so blood shot they appeared to be red. One red eye weeping tears of pus.

Up on the roof the human rat surveyed the scene through his spy glass. "Oh hurry up and die! Make my day! Chip chop! Chip chop! Chip chop!"

"Allah commanded us and blessed us to multiply to conquer and we are conquering through our overwhelming over population!" the morality policeman shouted hysterically. "We are billions now! The Ummah is billions now! And our billions of Jihadists are conquering every Northern Hemisphere! We are conquering every Western Land! And soon we will conquer every Asian Land! We are the Surtr!" he screamed in triumph. "And we are marching out of the hot South to conquer every nation of the damp and freezing north. East and west! Everything the damn Najis built up over a thousand or two thousand years we are taking. We are taking everything from them. And smashing everything we don't want. Bulldozing our way across the Northern Hemisphere from the West to the East. And soon we will conquer the world. That is what you said!" the morality policeman screamed as the thousands of starving and dirty migrants stared at him in fear. Many pulling away nervously as if recognizing symptoms of something dreadful.

"And Allah will bless us with victory! Victory!" The morality policeman screamed as he gestured with his decayed gloved hands to the decayed and dying city formally known as London. "Allah is blessing our billions! Our sheer over population is overwhelming and conquering the world!" he screamed maniac. "The Children of Odin cannot withstand us. We dominate and rule here now. And soon we will dominate and rule the world! Soon even the squinty eyed Chinks and Japs will cower before us! Stop whimpering and die!" the morality policeman screamed at the few whimpering dying in the mass of the dead. "As the Ummah you will go to Paradise! Everything denied you in this life will be there! We love death more than the Kafirs and Shirks love life so we will win! We are winning! Winning! Winning! Isn't this winning!" he screamed at the last dying victims of the Typhoid outbreak.

On the roof the human rat chuckled. "Chip chop! Chip chop! Someone chop off your head..."

"Shut up! You are panicking the damn migrants!" the imam hissed. "These damn African 'revert' niggers will turn on us if they are no longer afraid of us. Arabic slavers and smugglers promised them the moon. So the morons paid everything. They sold their children. They sold their wives. All for tickets for paradise on earth. Rich England! Not realizing...... shut up moron! Or else these savages will turn on us!"

"Allah! Why isn't a Hell Wagon stopping?" the morality policeman screamed as his gloved hands clawed at his bleeding flesh. The seams of the gloves unraveling, revealing things foul and black within. "I can't deal with this! This is not my job!" the morality policeman screamed hysterically as the blood and vomit and bloody defecation of the dead and dying oozed toward his dirty flip flops.

"Do something you retard!" the imam shouted as he surveyed the mob which was both terrified and also increasingly angry. "Stop writhing your hands together and do something! We are losing face! We are losing control!"

The shadow in the shadows listened to his strange device. "Excellent! And I think the fat imam here is expecting a rich meal back at his digs behind his mosque! You really need to offer our glorious masters something meaty ....."

"What can I do?" the morality policeman screamed at the fat imam as his nervy gloved hands writhed as if they had a life of their own. "Why is it us dying? So many diseases. We are dying of so many diseases!" Then he waged one gloved hand at the imam. The holes in the glove stinking of something rotten. "But not the Children of Odin? Why? Why?" he screamed as his blistered lips pulled back to reveal rotting teeth loose in black gums. More foul spittle oozed down a corner of his mouth. More foul black pus exploded from that crater of a cyst. "Those Najis filthy Children of Odin! These albino-like creatures who are obsessed with depravity. Kufr and depravity? BID'a and depravity! Why aren't they dying? Apart from London and part of Kent this damn island is nothing but one frozen block of ice and snow! So why aren't they dying? Why is it us dying? Why isn't it the Morlocks who are dying?

Why isn't it the Morlocks who are dying? After all! They labor and toil in the distant, remote, snow covered hinterlands. They labor and toil in desolate snow besieged farms among the Najis. They labor and toil at every sort of haram thing in their foul subterranean depths and dark basements or else secreted away in filthy factories and deadly labs or polluted industrial bastions or blasphemous universities or else lurking at heretic research and development bastions. The hot breath of life never touching their pallid and corpse-like faces. Never venturing outside in the warm sun. What happened to the warm sun?

Never emerging from their sterile electric lairs. Only the clock instead of a god overseeing them. Surrounded by BID'a and boko haram. A thousand years of conditioning to toil and to slave away in airless secret places among test tubes or else surrounded by computers or lurking inside industries or weaving in and out of machines in factories. A thousand years of being machine minions of industrial production" he shouted. Then he suddenly vomited again. The terrified crowd pulled away er his vomit strike them. He wiped the foul vomit away with one gloved hand. Then he nervously fussed with his dirty, smelly, unraveling gloves. Frantically he scratched under one glove with the other gloved hand compulsively. "It is the lice and fleas! It is as if my skin is crawling!

Slaves to industry instead of Slaves to Allah. Worshiping the clock instead of obeying Sharia. Waging productivity quotas instead of waging Jihad" he ranted as he clawed at his flesh with his gloved hands. "Humanoid ants obsessing themselves with BID'a discoveries. Human cockroaches scurrying around scientific instruments. Human rats before their flickering computer screens. Humanoid monsters besmirched by Kufr willfully denying Allah's will to tamper with nature and change what Allah created to defy what Allah ordained...."

"..... And make sure the Rock and Roll is Ozzy Osborne. Stage theater satanic. You know...."

"......Denying Divine Predestination with their nonstop BID'a invention and innovation. Boasting of their BID'a! Obsessed with BID'a! Thinking of nothing but BID'a! BID'a and patents! BID'a and copyrights! New & Improved BID'a! Last year's BID'a! This year's BID'a! Next year's BID'a! A nonstop deluge of BID'a!" the morality policeman shouted maniac as if BID'a bugs were devouring his flesh. "BID! BID! BID! BID! BID! BID! Falsely and willfully asserting their illegal free will to change the world to conform to them instead of accepting Fate while bowing passively to the Will of Allah! Instead of saying Inshallah! As Allah Wills!

The Najis filthy fiends boast of imposing their rational Fikr will on the world. Calling Zikr blind faith nothing more than a blind man in a dark room trying to find a black cat ---- and finding it. Rebelling against the Divine Slavery. Scorning and ridiculing our Manifest Destiny and Divine Mission to conquer and dominate and rule the world. Ignoring The Prophet's role in saving humanity from hell bound damnation. As if that is not the most important thing in the world. Challenging Allah's authority. Creatures of the haram Renaissance and damnable Enlightenment which unleashed their depravity upon the entire world. Fomenters of the printing press to bombard the world with boko haram. Byproducts of the Industrial Revolution which has morally destroyed the world. Hell bound deviants unraveling Islam's manifest destiny to triumph and dominate and rule. Preventing Islam from triumphing or us from dominating and ruling. The incarnation of Kufr. The minions of Satan. Turning us from The Dominators to ...... merely..... a species of Third World failed state failures. Failures! Failures! Why would Allah make his Faithful, the Best of Peoples, failures while letting the Najis filthy vilest of creatures succeed at everything?" he cried.

On the roof the human rat groaned bored. "Oh hurry up and die! Chip chop! Chip chop! Off with your head! I wonder if I can drone him? Hack off his head with my drone? Steel wire. They might not realize what is hitting them. Might see it as a genii or black magic. Their collective IQ is 80 at best and 70 at worst and 85 is the benchmark of retardation...."

"....Is that a wail of a Hell Wagon down the street! Someone stop it! Force it to come to.....Hell! It is driving away from us! Why won't a Hell Wagon come here! Damn it! Damn it! Stop whimpering! Just die! Die! Die!" the morality policeman screamed at the dying among the typhoid dead.

"Die! Die! Die!" the human rat on the roof groaned.

"Do you have typus? Typhoid? Keep away from me! Stop wagging your dirty gloved fingers at me! Get control of yourself man!" the imam hissed. "You are panicking the mob. The mob will turn on us next." The fat imam stared at the crowd of starving Africans. "The crowd is getting antsy! And you know the niggers are retards!You deal with them! With this! If the Hell Wagon won't come back I need to go back to my mosque! You can wait here for the Hell Wagon!"

"If I am stuck here with this carnage you bloody will stay here too! Don't you leave me alone with this carnage! You bastard!" the morality policeman screamed. The imam cringed as the unraveling man in his unraveling gloves blocked his escape.

"We never befouled ourselves with their evil" the unraveling man screamed. "Allah! My skin is crawling with bugs! Ahhhh!" He ripped at his dirty flesh."

"I need to get back to my mosque!" the fat imam said pompously to cover up his fear. "I am busy...... you can....."

"I have been eating Halal R for a week now!" the unraveling man shouted. "While your sorts are still enjoying genuine food!"

"Are you accusing ....."

".....Oh hurry up and kill each other!" the human rat on the roof retorted. "Chip chop! Chip chop!...."

"...Excellent! A fitting meal for our fat imam to enjoy back at his mosque..."

".....Where did all of the food go?" the maniacal morality police shouted at the fat imam as he willfully blocked his escape. "There use to be such foods! Overflowing foods! We used to throw the foods back in the faces of the Kafirs cowering before our wrath!"

"I need to leave! You can...."

"No! If I am trapped here then you are trapped here!" the morality policeman shouted as he furiously clawed at his bloody face with his exceedingly smelly gloved hands. That cyst exploding more oozing pus of vile greenness tinged with blackness. "Always scurrying around changing things like rats! Like cockroaches!" he shouted. "Those Najis filthy Kafirs. Rats! Pigs! Dogs! Never leaving things as Allah intended! Changing everything! Never satisfied! Changing everything!" he shouted as if a maniac. "Changing foodstuffs .Continuously change foodstuffs" he shouted as if his brain was as itchy as his hands and short circuiting. "Those Najis filthy Kafirs were always scurrying around like rats! Rats! Or cockroaches! Scurrying everywhere! All over the world! Here! There! Everywhere! Transplanting foods around the world. What sort of busy body explores the world for every novel new thing and then laboriously transports it someplace else instead of accepting Allah's design? Allah knows best!" he screamed. "You don't change what Allah wills!....."

On the roof the human rat fussed with his tiny drone. "It is sunset so the light is quirky. Who will be able to even see it? If I can use this loose wire here like a rotor hedge trimmer I could direct it to whirl over the maniac and chop off his head like a weed...."

".....You don't change what Allah has ordained!" the morality police screamed at the fat imam as he all but stalked him. "But those damn Najis filthy Kafirs did just that! Moving tea from China to India. The potato and tomato and maize and chocolate from the Americas to the world. Vanilla to Madagascar. Coffee from Ethiopia to Java and South America. Cotton to Dixie. Tobacco to India and Egypt. Silk and porcelain to Europe. Rice from Asia to America. Spices from everywhere to everywhere else. Freeze drying them! Canning them! Preserving them! Petrifying them! MREing them! There used to be so much food they used to give it away by the ton! They used to be so much corn they used to burn it as fuel!

Moving everything from one place to another place! Or else digging up things! Or carving things like the Suez Canal! The Panama Canal! Never leaving things alone! Always changing things! If Allah wanted potatoes all over the world he would have placed potatoes all over the world! Allah! Where is all of the food the world used to boast of when the Kafirs ruled? There used to be so much food! Where is all of the food the Kafirs used to create? I am so hungry my belly is hollow! I have had nought to eat by Halal R for a week now!"

"What is wrong with you? Keep you wits man!" the imam shouted to restore his authority over the unraveling man in his unraveling gloves. "You are panicking the damn migrants! Some are Africans! They will slash the throats of anyone! As homicidal as a Feral!"

"Don't use that word!" the morality policeman screamed.

"The sun is setting you damn fool! The Ferals will be erupting from their hell holes within an hour of twilight! Their rotting skin and rotting eyes unable to endure the sunlight! So when the sun sets the Ferals come out! We have to be gone by the time the sun sets!"

"Scurrying around like rats! Like cockroaches!" the morality policeman screamed as one gloved hand clawed at his head as if his brains were malfunctioning. "Always changing things! Never leaving things alone! Always tampering with things! Moving things! Discovering! Exploring! Mapping! Inventing! Innovating! It is BID'a! It is BID! BID! BID! BID! BID! That which Allah hates!" morality policeman shouted as he held his gloved hands over his skull as if it was about to explode.

"It works!" the human rat giggled as he admired his improvised widget. "A rotary hedge beheader! Chip chop! Chip chop!..."

".... Scurrying around like rats! Like cockroaches! Moving things! Changing things! Developing commodities. Improving commodities. Moving commodities. Developing technologies. Improving technologies. Moving technologies. Developing products. Improving products. Moving products. Every year a new product! Why not just let things be as Allah intended them?" the morality policeman screamed as he held his gloved hands to his head as if it was about to explode.

The fat imam tried to sneak around him but the crazed man lunged to block his escape. "Cockroaches! Bugs! Creepy crawly human cockroaches! Rats! Rats! Crawling everywhere! Scurrying everywhere! Inventing! Reinventing! New and Improving! Dabbling in everything! Mass producing everything! Changing! Changing! Changing! Changing everything! Never content to trust to the will of Allah! We were above such things! We let our White Slaves and Muhtadi and 'D's do such things! But only what is needful! Like when we banned the printing press for two hundred years and then rationed it! We don't need all of this constant change! It only agitates the mind!" he shouted manically as he held his gloved hands to his head. "It only agitates people to not be satisfied with the way things have always been!" he screamed, obviously agitated.

"....You are not really planning to use that drone to snuff that maniac are you?" the Gargoyle Gay asked the human rat. The Jewish tinkerer jumped.

"Oh! You are back! I was just...."

"No one is suppose to alert the enemy before the Chimes toll at Midnight!" the Gay hissed he stood over the small Jewish tinkerer guiltily holding his new and improved rotary hedge beheader drone. The tall and skinny Gargoyle Gay stood over the small man in his rat rubber mask and then bend over to peer at the guilty tinkerer from an upside down perspective. "Tell me you weren't really going to give away the Big Show just to piss off a gibbering Mo!"

"Well......"

".....So where is it? Where is it?" the morality policeman screamed, oblivious to the new and improved rotary hedge beheading drone.

"Where is what?" the imam shouted terrified.

"Where is our victory!" the morality policeman screamed as foam erupted from his mouth.

Another Hell Wagon drove up, its mechanical hand cranked siren wailing as if a dying machine. The driver's window slowly rolled down to reveal another death's head. "Tenacious. I will come back in ...."

"No! No! They are dead! They are all dead! Do your job!" the imam shouted. "I need to get back to my mosque! This morality policeman here will assist you! I need to get back to my....

"....I hope it is not the Green Park mosque what used to be the Hard Rock Café..."

"Why?"

"Oh..." the death's face whispered as if something very bad was happening there.

"Handle this carnage you Najis filthy 'D'!" the imam screamed. "I need to get away from .... back to ..... I .....need to .... get away!"

"Oh what a rare and lovely sunset. But alas! I still hear weak whimpering. No can do until everyone is ......dead. The window slowly rolled up. Then the Hell Wagon slowly drove off as the imam cursed impotently.

The imam cursed in fury as the crowd stared at him. Some with fear of his holiness. Some with fury at his fatness. All as the morality policeman moaned with his gloved hands clutching his skull as if it was about to explode. The fat imam tried to creep away but the morality policeman lunged at the imam. "Don't you dare leave me alone to deal with this carnage! You bastard! Then unraveling man screamed as he clawed at his skull. Yanking off clumps of hair. That cyst vomiting out more foul black pus. Foamy drool as if rabies oozing out of his mouth as he screamed. "We have conquered the Kafirs at last! We have enslaved the scion of the Crusaders! We dominate! We rule! As the Holy Warriors of the hot and bright Deserts!" he flinched as the mere words of 'hot' and 'bright' hurt him. "We are the Sutr! We are the Dominators! We dominate and rule! We command! They obey! We snap our fingers!" He tried to snap his fingers but one finger in one unraveling glove apparently snapped. Broke.Then it dangled crazily in the stained and smelly glove as if some grotesque thing.

"So where is our victory?" the morality policeman cried. "This can't be it? This nightmare! This freezing city of the dead!" he screamed. His ulcerous lips pulled back to reveal jagged, rotting teeth as if fangs. He looked around the urban devastation and the mound of corpses. Then he screamed hysterically as he pulled out his gun. The fat imam ducked. Then the morality policeman shot into the mound of typhoid corpses among which the last dying victims still weakly whimpered. Manically the morality policeman shot the mass of bodies "Die! Die! Die!"

"This is not helping! You maniac! I need to get back to my mosque before sunset! Before the Ferals come out!" the fat imam cried. "Please .... please....."

"If I have to stay then you have to stay!" the morality police shouted as he waved his gun at the imam. "What else can I do?" the morality policeman screamed. "Only the Morlocks and the Donkeys laden with books, the filthy Jews, know how to read being versed in Kufr Kafir Sciences and forbidden Shirk and dangerous BID'a and taboo Invention and tabooer Innovation!" he screamed before whimpering as if doubting his religious superiority. Doubting his faith. Doubting his god. Doubting his prophet. One gloved hand waved the gun about wildly as the other gloved hand clawed at his forehead as if it was about to explode. That grotesquely broken finger dangling weirdly. Then he suddenly yanked out a handful of dirty hair, ripping up a huge swatch of scalp. Blood and pus exploded out. The mob backed away fearfully behind the madman. The fat imam scurried about hopelessly. But the maniac blocked his every escape route.

"Risking their souls with literacy and boko and blue prints and instruction manuals and manufacturing specs and computer print outs and chemistry charts and electronic diagrams and medicine calculations and technology patents and engineering grids and every sort of taboo haram thing!" the morality policeman screamed as muck exploded out of his scalp as if his brains were exploding. "Being creatures of no morality or intelligence! The minions of The Devil! Wallowing in that which Allah hates! That is what you said!" He shouted as he waved his gun at the imam.

"So only the Morlocks have the haram Knowledge how to read and write in order to read the boko haram in order to run the machines! That is what you said! To run everything! To do everything! To work and to toil! To manufacture and to maintain! To build and to fix! To administer and to manage! Everything! Even doing math! Because no one can read now! Not even math! Except the Najis filthy Kafirs! The Morlocks! Because you told us not to learn it!" he screamed hysterically. One gloved hand waved the gun wildly as the other gloved hand furiously yanked out more handful of clumps of dirty hair leaving gapping wounds in his scalp as if his brains were exploding.

"Please calm down!" the imam cried to the unraveling morality police to try to reclaim control. "We have to stop this carnage from panicking the migrants! Most are fresh off the boats! Most are African niggers! Retards! They turn on anyone! They attack anyone! Arabic smugglers and slavers promised them they would find free money here! Free everything! Bottomless riches! Free cell phones! Free blond whores! Now they are stuck here! A one way ticket to ......." The fat imam grimaced as he surveyed the dirty, starving mob. Some were screaming in terror. Some were screaming in hunger. Some were screaming in growing rage. "We have to appear to be in control! Doing something! Appearing to be doing something to fix this!"

"What can I do? You told us we would never have to work!" the morality policeman screamed as one foully gloved hand waved the gun wildly as the other unraveling gloved hand clawed at the oozing wounds he was unconsciously inflicting on himself. Each clawed wound manifesting vile pus as well as blood. All as that exploded cyst oozed nauseating muck as if a volcano. "You told us there would be bottomless riches here! You told us there would be free cell phones and free blond whores here! And you told us it never snowed here!" he screamed at the imam. "Don't you dare try to leave me holding the bag for this carnage you bastard! You told us we would live as if kings if not caliphs! As is right and proper! On the jizya! As is right and proper! Being the Best of Peoples!

And if we wished to toil at all, as waqf managers, we expected to administer, not toil, administer! To command and to administer! Because per Sharia only Muslims can dominate and rule! Only Muslims can command and administer! And per Sharia non Muslims cannot dominate or rule or command or administer their superiors! Muslims! Us! And we would command and administer by waving one hand airily while commanding and administering our White Minions and White Slaves and White Dhimmnis! With a wave of one hand!" he waved one decayed gloved hand airily. Alas, the dangling finger gave that gesture a decidedly grotesque touch.

"'Let it be so!'" the unraveling man screamed. "From warm shiny glass towers high up over the surface as the humanoid ants toiled far below! Far from the grimy depths of industry and machinery! As the elite! Eloi commanding Morlocks! As the Best of Peoples! In warm sunny glass palaces kept spotlessly clean by White Slaves! For perhaps some four or five hours a day! Four days a week! With six weeks off each summer! And Ramadan off! As is right and proper! From cell phones! Cell phones with apps and imojis! With a wave of our hands! 'Let it be so!'" He waved one decayed gloved hand airily. But the effect was grotesque rather than airy as that dangling finger suddenly dropped to the ground where it lay repulsively decayed as if bone and rot instead of flesh and blood.

"Shut up! Idiot! You are panicking the migrants!" the imam shouted. Clearly panicked. Obviously terrified. But also trapped. "And the sun is setting! You know what comes out when the sun sets! If the ..... Ferals .... eat this pile of corpses they will spread the disease everywhere! Then typhoid won't need polluted water to kill the Faithful! Every Feral will spread the typhoid with their carnage! And every rat which eats the carnage will spread the carnage! Every rat which ....."

"Halal R? Eh? Eh?" the unraveling man in his unraveling gloves crackled. His visage a nightmare of oozing horror. His stench gagging. "The Ferals are killing us anyway!" the morality policeman screamed hysterically as he slightly staggered as if his muscles were not working normally. His skin peeling off as if rot. Muck as if liquified brains oozing out of the gapping holes in his skull. His dirty hair falling out in clumps. His lips bloody, cracking apart, exposing rotting teeth as if fangs. Foamy spittle and disgusting pus oozing out of his mouth. Pus dripping from one red eye as if a grotesque tear. Disgusting pus and blood oozing down his face. That cyst exploding out something ghastly. "Halal R! Halal R! I have been eating Halal R for a month now!"

"The sun is setting! The sun is setting! You know what that means!" the fat imam cried, terrified. Desperate to escape.

"What can I do?" the morality policeman screamed as he waved his gun wildly in those decayed gloved hands. The holes in the unraveling gloves exposing something black and noxious. "The Hell Wagons won't stop! Why aren't the Hell Wagons stopping to handle this? The Najis Handlers of Death are refusing to help us! They are refusing to handle this!" he screamed as one gloved hand yanked out huge clumps of beard from his now hideous face. Great swatches of skin pulling away revealing foul decay underneath. "What can I do? And now our White Slaves have run away!" the morality policeman screamed as he reloaded his gun to blast away indiscriminately at the carnage. The decayed gloved fingers fumbling with the bullets.

"Don't even try to escape you holier than thou bastard! Don't even try to abscond and leave me with this mess! And our Black Slaves are dying! And the 'Collars' have vanished! And the White Van Blokes have absconded! And the Industrial Welder Helmets have disappeared! And the godless Geeks and Nerds and Pagan Shirks have melted away! Those damn Jews and Freemasons scurried away like rats! Even the damnable squinty eyed Asian Shirk doctors and nurses have vanished! And only the Anarchists linger to torment us on the airways! And the Cockney Cockroaches lurk in the shadows and in the sewers to defy us! And our dirty 'D's have been crushed into starvation so the jizya is no more! And the dole has evaporated! And the NHS is bankrupt! And government has melted away! And there is no more money! There is no more food! There is no more anything!" he screamed as he waved his gun wildly. "Why won't the Hell Wagons stop?"

".....You see! That morality policeman is going to snuff the imam all by himself! So no rotary hedge beheader drone!" the Gargoyle Gay told the Jewish tinkerer in his grotesque rat rubber mask.

"But it is so small and the sunset light is so quirky no one would have...."

"No! No! No!"

The small Jewish tinkerer hunched over with his killer drone in his lap. Then he sighed. "It would have been so much...."

"....Or I will cut off your head!" the human gargoyle told the human rat. "We are celestial observers! Not combatants! At least until Midnight!...."

".....Don't wave your gun at me!" the imam shouted. "What is wrong with you man?" The fat imam shuddered as he suspected what was really wrong. So he lied to stall off the wrath of the unraveling man. "Are you drunk? I think you are drunk! You are drunk! I will report you to your commander! Now! Right now!" the imam gestured to march proudly past but the wildly waving gun in that decayed gloved hand stopped his pompous escape.

"Why not? And starving! Why not? And drugs too! Why not? Anything to endue this place you promised us would be paradise on earth! That is what you told us!" the morality policeman screamed as he waved his gun at the imam. "You told us this would be victory over the Infidel and Unbeliever at last! The West defeated at last! The unfinished business of conquest achieved at last! The scion of the Crusaders crushed at last! Then Allah would smile on us! That is what you said! Then this would be an Islamic utopia! That is what you said! But all of the bottomless riches of the Kafir have been taken! And the endless feast has dried up! And the domes and edifices are falling down! And the shiny glass towers are either smashed or else poisoned by Pancras Plague miasma! And the whole city has been plowed up into festering migrant camps! And starving migrants cover every square inch of the city! The whole city has become nought but one gigantic and stinking migrant camp and Third World squalid shanty town except on a gigantic and unimaginable scale of unspeakable horror! And the Thames frozen again! And there was snow! Snow! Even here! Snow! Do you know what snow does to millions of migrants huddled together in open air camps or huddled together on open sidewalks? Do you know what it is like to have to use snow shovels to bash frozen corpses apart to haul them away? This year the bulldozers no longer worked to haul the mountain of corpses away!"

The morality policeman waved his gun wildly at the imam. "And everything is befouled! Befouled and polluted! Diseased! Icy! Frozen! Black and disgusting! The icy Thames and every water source is tainted by sewage and diseases! And mounds of garbage are everywhere! And mounds of corpses! And no Najis picks up our Najis or cleans up after our Najis! And the crops are failing and there is famine and the sun is dying and how can there be no more sunny summers? Only damp and dank and dire and grimy winters all year long? And summers so damp and so cold! As if an open grave! Where is the sun?" he cried as he waved his gloved hands helplessly. Then he aimed the gun at the imam with a maniac gesture. His red eyes glittering manically as they oozed vile pus. As if rolling loose in his eye sockets.

"Where is the sun?" the crazed man hissed as teeth fell out of his festering mouth. "Where is the sun? This island is so damp and dank and dire and dead! Yet all of today the cold sun, what there has been of the cold sun, has made my skin crawl as if with bugs! Lice and fleas and bugs! I am so damp and cold!" he whimpered. "It is all so damp and clammy and dank and dire and cold! As if I suddenly want the darkness to wrap itself around me! The darkness of a wonderfully small earthen hole! As if I am a corpse looking for my own cosy grave! And it feels ....... suddenly ...... wonderful! All that is missing is something to eat!

I thought this was suppose to be Global Warming?" the morality policeman whimpered as everyone nervously pulled away from him as he made strange animalistic sounds. Even the imam backing away nervously. His religious arrogance gone. "And the industrial fogs are returning. Damp and dank and dire and black as if the very air is noxious! And fairy snow! When the air is so cold the snow floats on the air! There are no more sunny days! Though suddenly tonight I am looking forward to the darkness for some reason! Or food! Food! Food!" he snarled as he aimed his gun at the imam. That gun shaking in that hand encased in that unraveling, decayed, rotten glove. "Where is the sun? Where is the food! We are down to Halal R! Do you know what that means? I have been reduced to eating Halal R for a week now!

And our pleasure domes are crumbling! And everything is breaking down! And there is nothing left for us to take or cull or confiscate or loot! And we are running out of pre-Caliphate goods! And there is no more foodstuffs or medicines! Or electricity! Or anything! And the winters are longer and longer! And last year there was not a summer! Nor the year before! And I don't think there will be a summer again this year! There is no more food! There is no more food! Much less anything else you promised us! Especially food! And the Morlocks don't obey us anymore! So where is the victory? You promised us victory! Where is the promised victory? Where is the promised utopia that Eurabia was suppose to be?" The morality policeman screamed manically as he waved his gun wildly at the imam with one foully gloved hand. That cyst exploding more vile contents out as if a miniature volcano of nauseating pus. A miniature volcano steadily becoming bigger and bigger. As liquified brains oozed out of his exploding scalp.

"Pull yourself together man!" the imam shouted with fear as he backed away. "What is wrong with you?" the man asked. Yet his fat face said he did not want to know the answer. But the maniac blocked his escape.

"I am hungry! That is what is wrong with me!" the morality policeman screamed. "Unlike you! You are fat! While I am hungry! Where is our glorious victory you promised us? Where are our riches? Where is our money? Where is our food? Our White Slaves? Our pretty Devshirme sex concubines? Pretty, tasty young sex slaves? Or food? And there are no minions to snap our fingers at! Or to sample. Or nibble. And the machines are breaking down! And nothing works anymore! And there is no one to manufacture anything or fix anything or repair anything or maintain anything! And nothing works anymore! And there is no one to toil for us! Or feed us! Or house us! Or clothe us! Or wait upon us! Or feed us! Or give us their riches as they slave for us! No one is willing to enrich us! And they are suppose to exist to enrich us! Or feed us! The Morlocks were suppose to exist to toil for us and enrich us! And feed us! The Prophet, peace be upon him, said the Najis filthy 'D's are suppose to toil for us and to enrich us! And feed us! But they refuse to toil for us or enrich us! Or feed us!

We have taken everything! And there is nothing left to take! Where did all of the riches go? Where did all of the money go? Where did all of the food go! I am starving! Where is the food? Where is the food? I thought this island was suppose to be a bottomless cornucopia of riches and money and food for us to wallow in forever! But now there are no more riches! Where is the money? There is no more money! Or food! And everything is falling down! And everything is broken!" the morality policeman screamed at the imam as he waved his gun wildly. "But you are nice and fat!"

"Shut up! You are panicking the damn niggers!" the imam shouted panicked. "Wait! Wait! There comes another....." But the Hell Wagon drove right past them.

The morality policeman screamed helplessly as he aimed his gun at the imam. His ulcerous lips pulled back, cracking, breaking apart, to expose rotting teeth like fangs in black gums receding drastically which only made the dwindling rotting teeth ever more like fangs in a stinking mouth as foul as an open grave. "And now there is nothing left but broken things! Everything is busted! And everything is falling down! And mounds of garbage are everywhere! Electricity is failing! TV is flickering! Cell phones are dying! Nothing new is being manufactured anymore! We are running out of everything! Even shoes! Soap! And especially food! And the sewers are backing up! The water is polluted! The air is polluted! The shops are all gutted! Everything is burned or else is burning! Everyone is crammed into foul rockeries and fouler slums! And the migrant camps are festering hell holes of Najis and starvation! Where is the food? Where is the food? Where is the food? Where is the food?" he screamed as foul spittle sprayed out of his mouth. His eyes red and rolling in their eye sockets. More vile pus like tears oozed down one decayed cheek.

"Please let me go" the imam whispered. "I will say prayers especially for you tonight!" But the maniac blocked his escape with that shaking gun in one shaking, stench spewing hand incased in one decaying glove. The unraveling holes of that decaying glove exposing more and more of something unrecognizable where fingers used to be.

"And every week another five thousand or ten thousand starving migrants come and there is no place to put them!" the maniac hissed. "And nothing to feed them! Every week there is another five to ten thousand damn migrants and no place to put them! Much less feed them! Where is the food? Where is the food? Where is the food? Where is the food? Everything has been looted and scavenged! And now there is nothing left but wastage and debris! And miracles can't replace Doctors and Nurses! And the hospitals have become warehouses for the sick go to die! And uncontrollable diseases and plagues are everywhere! And we don't even have bleach or soap! Much less vaccines! And there probably won't be summer again this year! Or food! Where is the food? Where is the food? Where is the food? And the 'D's are dying or else hiding!

And the White Slaves have joined the Harbi Rebels! The Crusaders! The Crusaders are back! You did not say the Crusaders would come back to fight us just like before! Like the ice and snow! You did not say the ice and snow would be like this! And the Cockney Cockroaches are plotting against us! They are lurking everywhere in the freezing subterranean depths as they plot against us! And Jews and Freemasons scurry about like human rats! And the Enemy have us by our collective balls! And everyone is freezing! And everyone is starving! We are reduced to Halal R! And the Anarchists torment us each night during the Nightly Fatwa! Including your televised Sermons held in your mosques!" The unraveling fanatic pointed his gun at the imam. "So you don't control anything any more do you? You fat man!"

"Remember who I am!" the terrified imam shouted as he tried to escape. "Remember I represent the Prophet! Peace be upon him! I receive the five percent Prophet's share so I ...."

"So you have more food than we do now!" the morality policeman snarled as if possessed. Foul spittle erupting from his rotting mouth. His rotting teeth like fangs. The horrible cyst exploding out more vile pus. Brains oozing down the side of his head. One ear dangling. Unconsciously the crazed man ripped off the rotting ear and tossed it aside as a dead bug. "And where do you get it? Eh? The food! Eh? Eh?" The morality policeman aimed his gun at the imam. "You have the only food! You and yours have the only food left! We smell it every night coming out of the back of your damn digs behind the mosque! We are reduced to Halal R but you have food! Real food!" the morality policeman screamed. His red eyes suddenly crazed. Then one loose eye dropped right out of its eye socket and dropped to the ground. His face was now so hideous he scarcely looked human. "Where are you getting the food you fat and greedy fat bastard?" he screamed. His black and rotting lips entirely pulled back revealing rotting fangs as if ravenous.

"If you shoot me you will never go to Paradise!" the terrified fat imam whispered. "You are ....sick! You should go to hospital! Yes! Yes! That is the place you need to be! Hospital! They can help you! They have ..... food ..... at the hospital!" He gestured to tip toe past the maniac. But that gun was pointed right at his fat face.

"No they don't!" the morality policeman snarled feral. "They don't have food at the hospital! the hospital is a gigantic Medina Trench where people with diseases go to die! Two winters ago when the bulldozer worked I bulldozed the dead and dying into a gigantic mountain at the dump! I want to eat something! I want to eat .....someone!" Everyone pulled away from the crazed man with terror. "But I can't eat these corpses can I? Eh! Eh! But you are so fresh and juicy and quivering with all of that fat!"

"No! No! Stay away!" the imam shouted as he backed away from the crazed man. "Remember Paradise! Every jihadist need only show his scars and...." The fat man cringed as that horribly mangled visage snared at him. "Please.... please let me .....go...."

"But is there a Paradise? Because everything you told me has proven to be a lie!" the madman screamed as he waved his gun at the imam. "Where is the victory? It is all going wrong! It is becoming a nightmare! This is not what you said was going to happen! Eurabia was suppose to be an Islamic Utopia! But it is hell on earth! And I need to feed off someone! Now!" The crazed man used his rotting teeth to rip off one glove revealing a rotting hand as greenish and blackish as the hands of a six week old corpse. The bones showing amidst the putrid oozing flesh which was all but dripping as if liquified rot. Only the exposed tendons keeping the bones intact ---- kinda.

Then he switched the gun to the rotting hand to used his fangs to rip off the other glove exposing a twin horror ----sans one missing finger. At the same moment his serrated scalp totally ripped apart to expose most of his decaying brains as they dripped down one side of his head. And oozing brains also leaked out of the hole where an ear used to be. All as that cyst exploded out vile greenish pus as half of his face exploded. More pus 'tears' oozed down one eye ball which rolled suspiciously loose in one eye socket. Black muck oozed out of the other empty eye socket. "Such quivering fat you have!...."

The imam screamed as the morality policeman waved his gun wildly at him. "No! No! You.... have .....been.... infected by ...... No! No! Allah!" the imam screamed in paralyzing as he quivered in fear. "You have been infected by ......No! No! Allah! Save me! Allah! Save me! You are a ...... Feral!...."

"You can't cramp half a billion people into on tiny and freezing island!" the maniac screamed. The crazed man dropped the gun to gesture insanely. Then the fat man tried to make a run for it. But then the maniac lunged at the imam with both rotting hands and plunged his rotting fangs right into his jugular as the starving mob screamed in horror. Many running away in terror. Others frozen in terror. Unable to move. The Feral plunged his hideous face right into the exploding blood of the holy man to drunk ravenously.

At that moment another Hell Wagon drove up. The window slowly rolled down to reveal a sinister face at the wheel. But now it paled in comparison with the real thing. "All dead now are we? Except for one last one I see! Sort of. Alive I mean. Is anything still somewhat alive ..... and remotely sentient ..... inside that diseased brain to understand what is happening to you?" a cold, hard English voice asked the diseased madman dispassionately.

In reply the diseased man staggered even as he still clung to the dead fat man as if a rag doll. Then the morality policeman whimpered as he dropped the bloody corpse of the imam. He wiped the blood off his face. Then he stared in horror at his bloody hands and bloody clothes. Then he gestured with those rotting, bloody hands as everyone backed away. Running away. Screaming in terror. Screaming at him. Running away from him. Then the Feral staggered toward the Hell Wagon. Gesturing with those rotting, bloody hands helplessly. "Allah! Help me! I am turning into..."

"Wrong tense. You already are a Feral" the mock death's head inside the Hell Wagon said as he slowly rolled up the bullet proof window to shield himself. "Whatever crumbs of humanity are left inside that diseased brain of yours will vanish by the time you finish consuming that fresh and juicy corpse there. First dragged off to some freshly dug hole in a dark place in the urban wasteland to feed upon as the quivering fat decays into something juicy for your decaying digestion to absorb. Your last meal as a specimen formally known as human. Your first meal as a specimen known as something else entirely. You won't see another dawn again. But terrified humanity will see your increasingly decayed form every single night as if a nightmare. But the disease takes a while for death to entirely immobilize..... molting limbs and things ........ but the brains always goes first......" The window slowly rolled up, sealing the driver inside the massive bullet proof hearse. The gory sunset reflected off the massive glass in which a monster saw his reflection for the very first time in his new incarnation.

The morality policeman staggered in horror. He dragged the corpse of the brutally murdered imam over to the gun as if incapable of parting with it yet horrified by it. Then he picked up the gun as he dragged the bloody carcass behind him as if a gory rag doll. Part of the Feral wanted to drag the bloody carcass off to feed off it for a month in some dark hole. Its first meal as a Feral. Part of the Feral had just enough crumbs of sanity left to realize what he was rapidly turning into. The diseased man staggered as he dragged the bloody corpse behind him as if a rag doll. The other hand waving the gun weakly. Then the morality policeman wept as he put his gun into his mouth and blew out his diseased brains.

The massive window slowly rolled down. The gaunt face and hollow eyes at the wheel of the Hell Wagon surveyed the horror without emotion. "Inshallah!" he said. "If Allah wills it! Allah willing! Allah willing!" There was a silence. "Inshallah! If Allah wills it!" he said in a sinister, louder voice of authority. As if he dominated and ruled here despite being a loathsome 'D' and a Najis filthy handler of Najis death.

"The terrified crowd by habit replied "Inshallah! If Allah wills it! Allah u Akbar! Allah u Akbar!" by rote. Helpless. Hopeless. Doomed.

*** ***

The sentient robot in its lavish rustling silks paused as its face, covered by an exquisite Noh mask of mysterious beauty, pondered the computer screen. The screen revealed a nightmare attack of thousands of diseased and starving people hurling themselves at the automated coastal defenses. Then the robot fluttered one billowing silk sleeve and ignited the counter defense sequence. Automated machine guns and massive artillery commenced the counter attack as a hail of mechanical death mowed down the latest wave of child jihadists attacking the Citadel. Then the sentient robot plucked a scented bough of cherry blossom and inhaled its exquisite scent.

*** ***

The digital face appeared haggard on the computer screen. "Today I proudly announce the latest triumph of our glorious war to end all wars! The peace of submission is almost upon us!...."

The hackers paused from their computers in the improvised war room deep underground. "Our leader of the Brussels Junta appears to be hitting the bottle even more than usual" one Anarchist said as he paused in his computer hacking. "For such a revert he is one hell of a drunkard!"

"Now! Now! Is that a nice thing to say about our favorite Judas?" another Anarchist replied.

"You mean our favorite Loki Insider Traitor" another Anarchist added. "Oh fuck! Cycling! Cycling!" He gestured to his computer screen as the intel slowed as if molasses.

"Oh great Minister of Propaganda!" another computer hack shouted. "Will you tell the Cockney Cockroaches to feed us more power?"

"They are doing what they can" the senior Anarchist replied. 'Senior' being an ironic title. The Minister of Propaganda was only twenty three years old.

"Why did we get suck with these old digs?" another computer hacker asked.

"These are Churchill's War Rooms I will have you know!"

"So?"

"Be awed!"

" I am not! They suck! Silicon Valley this is not!"

"Silicon Valley does not exist anymore. The expensive sea front condos now overlook a frozen surf which shimmers on a white playground except the white playground is frozen snow and ice dunes. The only thing California has is the Central Valley but they have a volunteer army to protect its food crops. Food is the new California gold. And these digs are to specs to WW II as in bomb proof and attack proof. The front door is welded shut behind five blast proof doors. The power sources are prioritized. Oxygen can shut down and diverted to canisters. We have monitors to warn of gas attacks. Water is routed from the ex Canadian Embassy."

"What?" another hack bellowed.

"In the basement of the old Canadian Embassy is an ancient medieval miracle spring. Fresh water. Better than tapped. Or bottled. Miracle water no less! Be awed! Most of the decaying water sources are poisoning the Eloi. But we Morlocks enjoy medieval miracle water. Or else private aqueducts. And the sewers still work for us. And the bathrooms work. A bath once a week. With delousing soap. And there is disinfectant and bleach. And vaccine boosters. And vitamins against scurvy. Who else still has intact teeth? Who else enjoys that nowadays? And the digs have spartan bedrooms and command rooms and every sort of telecommunication circa 1945 which enemy hacks cannot hack. What is old is new again. As well as every WW II luxury Churchill desired. Remember how some Millennials used to wax nostalgic about WW II? Digging bomb shelters in their parent's gardens and playing dress up? Well now we are all waxing nostalgic about the Last Good War. Eh? The Last Good War has become the New Good War. WW II has become WW III! Now stop complaining! Who wants to draw straws for the privilege to hack into The Drunkard's speech and ....."

At that moment the drunken the leader of the Brussels' Junta face morphed as if by digital magic into the face of a sheeple baaahing. "I have already done it! Everyone be awed!" another Anarchist laughed. The room full of Anarchists dutifully applauded.

"V is for Vendetta!' The Drunkard's Sheeple baaahed as his transmission circulated around the New Caliphate. Every Anarchist dutifully made Churchill's iconic sign of defiance.

*** ***

The donkey man ducked in the darkness. His boiler suit as if something out of Pete Townshend. His Doc Martens black and oversized. His huge but very well trained German Shepard by his side. Silent. Alert. Trained to kill. Then the donkey man checked his gun. He secured it in a special pocket. Then the donkey man piled the last haram in the basket of his bicycle and fugitively commenced his deliveries in and out of hidden dilapidations and obscure portals and seemingly abandoned warehouses and desolate ruins. Checking the 1960s style array of rear mirrors stuck crazily on his handlebars to he could monitor being followed. His German Shepard trotting by his side.

*** ***

"What is going on?" the fire captain asked as the fire engine drove up. "This can't be right. We don't burn mosques! We burn haram. Boko haram. Kufr. Shirk. Jahiliyyah. BID'a."

"Listen. Don't you hear it?" a terrified cleric cried. The mosque has been possessed by ghosts of the degenerate dead!" So the fireman walked up to the mosque converted from the previous incarnation as the Hard Rock Café of Green Park. The fanatic's hard eyes saw the telltale scorch marks of the Whist Hell Hounds clawed and scratched on the front doors. The scratches forming obscure symbols as if the Devil's haram writing. He eased the front door open with one black boot. Then he heard it. The distorted sounds of grotesque haram. Music. Twisted. Metallic. Echoing. But banned music. "We buried music" the cleric cried. "We seized this trophy from the decadent Kafirs to show our triumph over them. Banning the Devil's music. Dancing. Liquor. Pig. And mixed sex orgies. And now it is seeping back" the cleric cried. "Where is our imam to do an exorcism?"

"Oh. Dead. Quite dead" the fire captain said without emotion. "His jugular was ripped out by a Feral. As Allah wills. He should not have feasted quite so indiscriminately as people starved" the fanatic Wahhabist said as he gestured for his aide de camp to go investigate something.

"What?" the cleric cried as he staggered back. "Allah is abandoning us! You have to exorcize the devils inside! Hear them! Hear them! It is an orgy inside!" the cleric cried in horror.

The Wahhabist nodded. "If you can't exorcize Satan then the only solution is fire." The fire captain gestured to the fire engine. Unfurl the kerosene hoses. We are burning this haram place. The Devil is partying inside. The Whist Hounds have left their marks here. And the Devil has followed his Black Dogs of Damnation here. And now the Devil is partying inside. But the question that must be asked Brother of the Faith is what drew the Black Dogs of Damnation here to begin with?"

"The Devil's music! Rock and Roll!" the cleric cried.

"After the Black Dogs of Damnation scratched their marks here. As every good Muslim knows. The prayers of the Faithful cannot raise up to Allah if uttered in the presence of Najis such a ..... female besmirched by Najis ..... or else a pig or donkey or black dog. Especially a black dog. What brought a black dog to your door oh Brother of the Faith to bring the Devil to your door to bring the Devil's Music to your door to bring the Devil's orgy to your door? A holy mosque my Brother of the Faith should not have drawn the Black Dog of Hell. Much less the Devil and his devilish music."

"I don't know" the cleric whispered as the fireman pulled out his gun. The aide de camp came back with a cooking pot. It smelled delicious. "Our ....the imam's .... dinner...."

"Really?" the fanatic Wahhabist said. "Your imam was a plump man during these hard times." He gestured. His aide de camp lifted the cooking pot's lid to reveal the contents bubbling away. "Well. Well. Well. This explains the miracle of the fish and loafs" the Wahhabist told the cleric. "Where you and your boss found meat in these hard times. Other than ...... Halal R and government rations which nowadays is suppose to only go to us as the most essential of government workers. Look!" The aide de camp throw out the contents of the cooking pot. A pig's head fell to the dirty sidewalk. Everyone grasped in horror and disgust as the sight of the taboo Najis.

"No! No! That is not....someone put that here! We were cooking black market beef. Not pig! No! No! Someone framed us" he cried. "We .... I mean .... the imam. .... stole the charity box to buy black market meat. But not this! Not this! I swear!"

"I think .....not" the fire captain replied as he pointed his gun at the terrified man. "Go inside Brother of the Faith. Burn!" At the same time the firemen used their hoses to pump out kerosene all over the front of the building. Then they smashed windows to pump kerosene inside. "Go back inside Brother of the Faith and burn in Hell. As is right and proper!"

"No! No! Please! I can't burn alive. At least shoot me. Please!"

"Inside and burn or else I will have shove your traitorous face into that pig shit there. Either way you are damned."

"No! No!" the cleric cried as he retreated inside. "Don't burn me alive! I beg you!"

Kerosene splashed him. He cried as he retreated inside, whimpering. The fire captain pulled out his lighter. "Don't try to run out of the back. Just burn. Burn in Hell." Then the fire captain flipped back his lighter and a small flamed flickered. In the depths of the mosque the cleric whimpered. Then the hardened fanatic knelt down and held the small flame to the trail of kerosene. The sinuous flame danced along the kerosene trail and danced as it slithered into the mosque. Then the whole building exploded into a fire. The fire captain gestured for his men to wind up their hoses. Then he watched the fire burn the mosque ---- and the cleric. "Times are hard my Brother of the Faith" he told his aide de camp. "Hunger is even corrupting our holy men now. But we must not waver from our goal. These hard times are a test of our faith my Brother. We must not be found wanting." The screams of a man burning alive filled the air.

*** ***

"This is a very haunted city" the wireless explained to the teenaged boss of the Knockers.

The teenager tapped back "I know that. And we exploit that reputation to scare the Eloi. The Eloi are by nature superstitious and consumed by paranoia. Paralytic by their addiction to conspiracy theories. Their nerves shredded by urban myths. Unraveled by fears we nurture. Which we artfully cultivate to discombobulate them. But this ghost message Sir?"

Then the wireless telegraph tapped back "I will send someone to debrief you personally. It might be an unexpectedly savvy spy from The Tower Fortress. Or it might be mis-communication. Or it might be a genuine ghost message. As I have explained to you. London is a very haunted city. For instance some of the old Victorian gas pipes are haunted. Where the original gas light fixtures still exist they flare up as ghost lights from time to time. There is a Whitehall Conference Room still fitted and its gas fixtures occasionally turn on as if for a banquet of ghosts. So we have even taken down the blackout and shutters to entertain the superstitious. Ghost gaslight turning on and off. But I will send an agent today. He can squeeze you in between rendezvous. A newswriter."

"You mean a spy master?" the teenager tapped back.

"Sorry. Old verbiage from the Great Game days. Yes. Spy master. Stay calm and carry on. Over and out." The teenaged boss of the Knockers sighed and yanked off his WW II headphones which he used to monitor for WW III communications. Then he picked up a lollipop from a bowl and sucked it thoughtfully.

*** ***

A howling black dog furiously scratched a door and then ran away into the growing sunset, a slightly glowing black silhouette against the bloody sky. A mullah opened the door to his mosque trembling. Then he screamed as he saw sinister scratch marks on his door. As if the signature of The Devil himself. All week he had been tormented by this vision. This was the final straw. The Mark of The Devil was damning him. Everyone would think he was damned because of this. The Whist Hound of Damnation. He slammed the door and then ran straight out of the rear door only to see the gigantic, glowing, black Whist Hound rearing up. Glowing greenish. Howling. Spraying Najis ectodysplasin into the air. Then the superstitious mullah in his black religious garb ran away screaming.

Then a silent dog whistle delivered its apparently soundless cue. The terrifying black mastiff hound suddenly stopped howling and stood at attention. Then its dark master slithered up and petted the huge dog. Phosphorus rubbed off on his gloved hand. He opened the mouth of the dog and checked the foamy special effect. Then he gave his dog a doggy treat. Then the dark shadow gestured. More dark shadows appeared. Grotesque dog men in Victorian couture silently marched into the mosque to ritually defile it with a macabre array of doggie adornments arranged with an odd combination of sick humor and cunning perversity in mind games and psychological torments to twist the fear of Najis in the stomachs of the faithful as they prepared to come to mosque for evening prayers. Dogs as taboo to Muslims as pigs. Then the shadowy man thoughtfully played a tape recording of the call to prayers to lure the faithful in to scream on cue as the sight of artfully arranged toy doggies including a stuffed dog in the sacred seat of the now vanished mullah as if ready to deliver the evening's fatwa.

At the same moment the Hellwaine morgue hearse arrived at the scene of another water main pestilence of steroid typhoid. The mechanical wail pierced the fetid air. Then it died. Terrified people stood at a safe distance while debating which was worse. The carnage or the Hell Wagon with its crude skull and cross bones symbol of Death scratched into its side over the original commercial logo of a genteel mortuary. The sight of a now rare morgue hearse did not inspire confidence that the authorities were dealing with the horrifying carnage. There was a skin crawling vibration as if a sound too high pitched for the human ear to hear but which the body still instinctively reacted with cringing.

Then the rear door of the sinister morgue hearse suddenly opened. There was a deadly silence. The skin crawling vibration again filled the air. The terrified onlookers cringed. Many even holding their hands over their ears despite the lack of sound as if something was shrieking at a pitch too high for ears to hear and recognize. Then dead corpses in moldering black couture stinking of formaldehyde mutely climbed out and erected terrifying signs of skulls and crossbones adored with the ultimate taboo: written writing: 'Hellwaine Hearse Decontamination Containment Site'. Then the dead corpses just as mutely climbed back into the morgue hearse and the ghostly haunted vehicle vanished as the terrified populace ran away screaming, their nerves shredded to tatters. Only the thousands of rats stayed to scurry around the carnage to devour the diseased dead.

*** ***

A gaunt man stared out of the barricaded window at the towering concrete barriers and razor wire and observation towers and machine gun nests set in a center of urban wreckage. Then he turned away and walked down a fabulously over the top imperial residence known as the Buckingham Fortress. Body guards followed his every move. Then he arrived at his private secret room. He gestured and the body guards stood at attention. Then the gaunt man took out a key and unlocked the door and entered his secret room. Then he closed the door as another hand turned on the electric light powered by his private power generator. Then he sighed at the sight of his most needful thing. One hand held over his pounding heart.

Then the gaunt man slowly marched down one wall of his private art gallery containing the ultimate haram art collection. He savored each unbelievably famous painting. His hands nervously gesturing as he savored each exquisite woman. Gesturing as if to fondle each oil face or lacquered breast. Then he marched down the other side of his private gallery of needful things until he reached the end of the room. There was a gapping spot on the velvet wall. A small brass plate announced 'Madame X by John Singer Sargent'. Then the gaunt man cursed as one fist pounded the empty space. "I must have you. You goddamn bitch of a Harbi Whore. The ultimate goddamn bitch of a Harbi Whore. The most beautiful goddamn bitch of a Harbi Whore in the whole world. The ultimate European Harbi Whore. Not a courtesan. Not a trophy bride. Not a goddess. The most arrogant and unapproachable aristocrat of the Fin de Siecle. Unconquered. Defiant. Arrogantly turning your marble white profile away from the viewer in a gesture of the upmost haughtiness. Utter disdain. Complete contempt. Beyond reach of any mehram master. Never owned. Never conquered. I must own you. I must conquer you. And I must be you mehram master. How can I dominate and rule if I don't have you in my hand to crush or else caress?" There was a discreet knock. The man cursed. Then the gaunt man stormed out of the secret gallery of stolen art of Europe to confront his procurer. "I must have Madame X!"

"Caliph. The leader of the Brussels' Junta said the enemy is mining under the Brussels NATO headquarters. To try to paralyze the missiles. By cutting off their power source. He wants assurances that you have the situation here firmly in hand."

"Of course I do. To hell with The Dunkard. I want Madame X. The room is not perfect until I am her mehram master."

"Sir. Is that the right priority?"

"Besides keeping the helicopter on 24/7 alert that is the only priority!"

"There are rumors again about that old Vision of Ragnarok Doomsday Prophecy."

"Urban Myth Whisperers use that boondoggle to scare the witless" the Caliph scoffed. "Keep the helicopter on 24/7 alert. Do you hear. And unless you get me Madame X you will meet the same fate as your predecessor." Then the procurer marched off in one direction as the Caliph of London marched off with his bodyguards in the other direction.

# Chapter Three

A man crept along the icy shadows and then expertly slipped into another decayed bastion of one time greatness crumbling away into ruination. He ignored the skull and crossbones warning of Pancras Plague and its telltale scent of death in the faint miasma of green gas oozing up into the polluted air. He also ignored the human skulls glazed in ice set into windows as ghostly flickering lights. Instead of running away in fear he slipped professionally through the rusty razor wire as if an expert. Then the spelunker slipped inside the shadowy, abandoned bastion formally known as the Banqueting House. He ignored the carcasses of pigs badly preserved and outfitted in macabre fancy dress arranged around the banqueting table, tarnished silverware still wired to their hoofs, apparently dining on severed human heads, now badly decayed, of dead insiders, collaborators, reverts, oligarches, hoity-toity holy imams and hate preachers, Quislings, henchmen, parties in treason, informants, Judases, turncoats, traitors, as well as samples of the reputed Best of People. All garnished with decaying apples shoved into their decaying mouths.

He ignored the artistic arrangements of bones of donkeys and monkeys encircling a moldering stuffed ape playing haram chess with a molting stuffed bear. Ditto the skeleton badly dressed as King Charles minus his head flying a haram kite which was suspended from the upper story as a store mannequin dressed as a page boy held his severed head on a silver platter. He also ignored the badly done cardboard cut out of Mohammad with a bomb in his turban holding a doggie carrier boasting a stuffed King Charles spaniel toy festooned with pink bows. Likewise he ignored the strobe lighting and special effects of ghostly shadows and screams and fake blood.

He also ignored moldering specimens of badly preserved dogs mounted by badly stuffed cats outfitted as Arabic jockeys. Cats being the preferred pets of Mohammad who pathologically hated dogs no less than pigs or donkeys or monkeys or apes. Apparently the interior decorator had a decidedly grotesque sense of humor. "Home at last. We can deliver that parcel to Mr Mole tomorr....." But then the spelunker saw a symbol which terrified him. "The Morlocks have staked out this too. Damn them! Damn them! They are taking every abandoned bastion I have always spelunkered in. Where can I ride out the night now?"

Another voice whispered softly "We can still make the rendezvous if we don't try to deliver the parcel to Mr. Mole from Lledrith. Why did you detour to that haunted house to fetch that mysterious thing Lledrith wants delivered to the Knockers through Mr. Mole?"

"Lledrith was insistent" the harsher voice replied. "Lledrith is always insistent."

"Is Lledrith one of us now?" as childish voice whispered. "Lledrith scares me Davy. I am scared Davy. Where is my Sock Monkey? I need my Sock Monkey."

"Shut up!" the harsh voice snarled. "Let me think. Let me think."

"It was a mistake to leave the haunted hotel" the soft voice whispered.

"We had to leave!"

"You had to leave because you wanted to drop off that post card of Madame X to the Morlock post office drop" the soft voice replied.

"Do you want Madame X to burn?" the harsher voice retorted. "You who love pretty things so very much!"

"We could still make the rendezvous" the softer voice whispered. "He was insistent Davy. You have missed the last two rendezvouses."

"And I might have to miss this rendezvous. It is an extra rendezvous and across town. Not our normal rendezvous at the Isle of Dogs. And if I miss him I will be stuck in the middle of the worst part of London when the Ferals come out" the harsher voice replied. "The Green Park Jungle. Why is it important to rendezvous other than the normal time at the Isle of haram Dogs?"

"He was insistent Davy" the softer voice said. "You missed the last two rendezvouses."

"Missing one was your fault!" the harsher voice snarled. "You all but freaked out when the Fire Captain grilled us!"

"He suspects you Davy!"

"And because of you he now suspects us! Fortunately Ahmad burst into such a convincing cascade of tears he saves all of us! Which is not saying much! Hell! We can't deliver the parcel to Mr. Mole which Lledrith wants delivered if we hope to make the rendezvous with our handler. It is either or!" the harsher voice said. "What is so special about tonight that we are being given ultimatums? Unless we clone ourselves we can't do both."

"Is there something special happening tonight Davy?" the softer voice whispered. "We should have stayed at the haunted hotel. Wolfey might have come there."

"Only another night in this charming City of the Dead. And why the hell would Wolfey come to our haunted hotel? And I need to deliver the post card to the Morlock post office drop at Piccadilly" the harsher voice said. "But We can't be caught too late after sunset anywhere near Green Park Migrant camp. That is hell on earth!" the harsher voice added. "I dawdled too long at the Haunted Hotel!"

"We should have stayed there" the soft voice cried. "We would have stayed there. Except for .....them. The Morlocks!"

"I am scared Davy!" the childish voice cried. "The Ferals are more and more all of the time. It is not like the good old days when we could just walk about until dawn. I am scared Davy!"

"You are always scared. There was no such thing as the good old days" the harsher voice said.

"Why couldn't we have stayed with Wolfey Davy?" the softer voice said.

"Because you fucked it up for us. Remember? That is why!" the harsher voice retorted.

"Could we ask Mr. Mole if we could stay with him tonight?" the soft voice asked timidly.

"Davy is mean to us" the childish voice cried. "I don't like you Davy! Even Lledrith is nicer than you are. Wolfey was nice. We should have stayed with Wolfey!"

"No! We cannot. Mr. Mole has never let us inside his hideout. Morlocks are not sociable monsters. They eat Eloi like you Mohammad. And you too Ahmad. So let me think! Be still and let me think! I will save us! I have always saved us! Haven't I?" The shadow went to the stairs and stared down into the depths of the massive basement. Then he heard sounds coming from below. Then a curiously sinister tap tap tap. The shadow flinched. "Morlocks are setting up wireless communications here. They will kill us if we stay. We might as well try to get to the rendezvous. If we move fast and don't get delayed we can drop off Lledrith's parcel with Mr. Mole and drop off the post card at the 'post office drop' and still make the rendezvous. Our .....handler..... might be trying to extract us."

"Is something happening tonight Davy?" the softer voice said. "Maybe we should go straight to the rendezvous. Wolfey always said being late for rendezvouses would be the death of us one day."

But then I won't be able to deliver Lledrith's parcel to the Knockers via Mr. Mole. I don't know what to do."

"I am scared Davy! I need my Sock Monkey" the small child's voice cried softly.

"Lledrith will be mad at us if we don't do what Lledrith wants" the softer voice said. "You know how Lledrith gets. Lledrith was insistent that mysterious parcel be delivered tonight Davy. But Mr. Marlowe was just as insistent too. We could die tonight if you make a fatal mistake. Like living the haunted hotel. I think it was a fatal mistake Davy."

"Are you satisfied at last Lledrith!" the harsher voice snarled. "Because of you I must pick either delivering your damn mystery parcel to the Knockers via Mr. Mole or else make the rendezvous with Marlowe. He was very insistent. Everyone is so bloody insistent. I can't split myself in two. Someday my always being late for rendezvouses will be the death of us. If I had a penny I would flip head or tails. Oh hell!"

"I hear footsteps below Davy" the childish voice whispered. "The Morlocks have heard us."

"We have to flee! Now!" Then the shadow fled the abandoned Banqueting House.

*** ***

Two fleeing shadows ran down the brick sidewalk inset into the massive round tunnel which formed the Victorian sewer toward the massive interception of the hidden River Fleet. Their electric torches dancing off the curved walls. Then they climbed down a Victorian iron ladder into the interception. Their feet landed on a grated platform. The massive Victorian brickwork towered over their small figures as if an industrial cathedral created deep underground. Before them the River Fleet poured out as if a glorious waterfall. The cascade fed a retrofitted power turbine. The sounds of pouring waters harmonizing with the metallic hum of ingenious machinery. The cams and gears as if a gigantic clock turning in a complex interface of wonderful ingenuity. The duet of Nature's and Man's music echoing in the towering man made cavern before the thundering waters rushed off toward the hidden Thames. "How spick and span this cathedral is" one shadowy figure declared.

"That is because we have blocked up the surface sewers and diverted the only safe aqueducts so the noxious filth and foul garbage stays on the contaminated surface while we live pristine underneath" the other shadowy figure replied. "And the Cockney Cockroaches have retrofitted running platforms so we don't have to wade through what little slush our population generates."

"Well. We may be Najis but we don't live in Najis. Unlike the proud 'Best of Peoples'. Thank you very much" the softer female voice replied.

"And Cockney Cockroach farmers grow biofuel in the Najis. Algae."

"Well I hope the sealed Thames Floodgates can hold back the deluge of the winter storms. So we can burrow ever deeper in the hard clay depths to create our new megalopolis. Underground London."

"We are already retrofitting the sewage floodgates. But the Thames Floodgates upgrade can't be started until after this damn war is over. But my project is New Regent Park. It is slated to be retrofitted next year. It will take a decade to cleanse the surface before we can inhabit it once more."

Then the two figures raced along the retrofitted grate platform through another huge sewer toward a twisting staircase. Here mysterious symbols served as highway signs. They studied the mysterious symbols. Then they climbed upward into another interception. A cascade of light poured down from a solar panel set into a manhole cover. Great mirrors set into the massive curved brick walls of the tunnel reflected the spotlight into a fading brilliance of artificial daylight now tinged with reds and golds. Incredulously, a tree grew. A chestnut. Feeding off the reflected light. The two shadowy figures looked down the massive tunnel to see an apparently endless line of repeating solar spotlights magnified by mirrors at urban block intervals. Each nursing a chestnut. "We have transplanted the last surviving Hyde Park Chestnuts" one shadowy figure told the other. "This is New Hyde Park."

"Are there no trees on the surface?"

"Oh no! The enemy has chopped them all down. There is nought but sewage and garbage and decay on the surface. Noxious filth. Filth and rats. Nature only lives underground now. The aqua bio-sludge fertilizes the trees. The trees act as lungs to purify our oxygen. I am part of the Forestry Department. We are planting twenty five trees a month now. From the last relics of our parks. This is New Hyde Park. I am planting New Green Park now. Soon New Regent Park will bloom. That is my special project. New Regent Park. See that mass of greenery on one curved wall beside one of the reflecting mirrors? Vertical landscaping. Flowers. Hyde Park's flowers will bloom again."

"I have never been above the surface to see what the enemy has done to our city" the other smaller shadow said pensively. "Not since the night I took the Midnight Express from Dover's WWII Tunnel Complex into London. Via Waterloo Fortress."

"Don't" the other shadow said softly. "Not for ten years Sweetheart. You don't want to see what the Eloi have done to our city."

"But London will raise up again won't it? Someday we can once again walk on the surface and feel the sun on our faces? After this war? And after the ice age?"

"Oh yes. First the ice. Then the fire. Nature will devour and decompose and finally cleanse London. Then we can once again inhabit it. Now Ragnarok is gnawing us but there will be a rebirth Sweetheart. Ragnarokkr. The Rebirth of the World."

"I hope and pray so. My new assignment will be Waterloo Fortress" the smaller shadow said. "Soon to be The New Waterloo Hub."

"While Nature devours and decomposes and finally cleanses London we will reclaim the designated portals into Underground London. First are the transportation hubs. The great Victorian edifices. Victorians built to last. And we have exorcized the Eloi from our domed edifices. Our great ancestor The Patriarch Brunel created towering glass domes and glass sheathed edifices. The Father Of Morlocks built well and we are reclaiming our Patriarch's creations. We are the Children of Brunel. And we are reclaiming all of the buildings which encircle the massive wrought iron and glass sheathed railroad terminal hubs. Our Portals to Underground London. And of course the sacred heart of London."

"Westminster."

"Westminster."

"I hope Brigadier General Narcissi can hold it until dawn."

"He is a great war hero. Though not born of this tragic island he knows he is the shieldwall protecting our most sacred place."

"The enemy was so ignorant they mistook the Parliament building for our sacred heart."

"Ignorant fools. The Parliament building was where our democracy was betrayed. Our ancient sacred heart was and is and will always be Westminster where democracy was born. The Martyrs died to save it."

"God bless our Westminster Martyrs!"

"God bless our Westminster Martyrs!"

"And God bless the Warriors of Thor who fight every day to restore our democracy"

"And the Sons of Odin. And the Knights of Freyr. The Valkyries. The Amazons."

"And in our own small way we are fighting too. For the future."

"For the Restoration of Great Britain."

Then the two small shadows raced down a maze of connecting tunnels and bisecting tube service tunnels before finally ending at a massive iron door covered by strange graffiti and papered advertizing of the Victorian Age. WW I. The Twenties. The Thirties. WW II. 'Kilroy was here.' was scribbled with chalk next to a faded poster of the Sixties. 'The Who'. Pete Townshend in his punk Union Jack jacket assuming his iconic 'stork' poise as if a grotesque humanoid bird. The two shadowy figures knocked out a Morse Code on the massive industrial door.

Then a grated peephole opened in the massive iron door. Two eyes glared suspiciously. "'I hope I die before I get old'" one of the fleeing figures recited.

"Oui. Pete The Prick was beheaded when he was an old geezer. 'e should have taken 'is own advice" the mysterious Cockney behind the grate replied.

"Well let us in you old prick. You know who we are" the other figure, a girl, retorted. "You Cockney Cockroaches think you own the whole of Underground London." Both young Millennials showed the mysterious symbols on arm badges which they wore on their improvised armor of industrial relics as if some new form of industrial knights. Then they gestured to their employment badges. One badge was a tree. The Forestry department. One badge was the square and lever. The Rebuilding department. Their heads and faces were concealed by improvised motorcycle helmets covered by steel with steel wire over the oversized visors. Then they unbuckled their gas masks and throw back their visors revealing their faces. The girl was Anglo Chinese. The boy was a bearded Sikh. The Sikh flashed his trademark silver bracelet. The girl grinned as she sang another line of the old 60s song of punk rebellion.

"I am not awed. Roger Daltrey you are not" the grumpy Cockney guard replied. "And for your uppity information missy we do rule London. We always 'ave. We always will. We are the London's own. We built it for the Romans we did. Then we rebuilt it after the Great Fire. We built it for Brunel. And again after the Blitz we rebuilt it. And we will rebuild it again" the Cockney gestured to the Rebuilding badge. "Good for you. May Brunel bless you deary" he replied as he opened a door set inside the massive industrial sliding door. "London is our town it is. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. We are the People!"

"We are the People!" the two young Millennials chanted as they slipped inside. Then the massive door inside a door slammed closed.

*** ***

The sentient robot paused and rustled its billowing silk sleeves at another more somberly dressed robot. The recherché colors contrasting with the stark black. The more somberly dressed robot returned the look with an ironic tilt of its naked metallic face. Then both robots paused and assumed respectful positions as another robot propelled a throne-like wheel chair down the metal hallway toward a mysterious source of natural light. Then both robots bowed politely to a shrunken biological creature in the throne-like wheel chair. The shrunken creature still asleep. Its body rendered shapeless by age. Its face a mask of wrinkles. Then the biological creature stirred. She opened her eyes and smiled curiously as a child at the robots as they fussed respectfully over her. One with desperate neediness. One with ironical bemusement. "Is the Garden Between Two Worlds awake yet?" the aged thing whispered. The robots nodded as they fussed over her. As if she was their most precious pet or else trophy or else master or else child. Then the ancient eyes closed. The Organic slipped back into gentle sleep again.

*** ***

The fireman marched with determination through the more derelict part of town. Since the Whitehall Riots the icy road was a barricaded maze of wreaked cars and burned out buses piled into towering barricades topped by rusting razor wire and a litter of bones of corpses from the battle. The corpses were knee deep as if the Whitehall version of the Medina Trench. But the moldering bones were routinely garnished by rotting carcasses of pigs by someone with a grudge against a particular religion.

The sinister black garbed fireman worked his way through the maze of the urban battlefield with odd familiarity, moving in the shadows to elude the increasingly broken surveillance cameras and microphones. Suddenly he paused. Then he pressed his body against a wall blackened by fire. A bizarre sound radiated out of the urban battlefield of wreckage. A machine toting helicopter. The sinister helicopter wheeled overhead but then flew away. Then the fireman carefully crept up to a partly burned out automobile. Through the smashed window he beheld two burned to a crisp corpses. Incredulously, the radio still playing. The station once devoted to Jazz. Now mysterious codes filled the air. The fireman grimaced as if he understood the dots and dashes though no honest member of the Faithful should know such Harbi Jahiliyyah. Then he turned to run. At that moment the mysterious codes stopped and a voice whispered 'We know who you are.' Then the mysterious ciphers resumed their bizarre message across the AM airways. The fireman ran back into the shadows.

*** ***

"Are you sure?" the morality police commander asked their snitch. Then the commander tossed the starved child a decayed package of freeze dried treats. The starving child ran away with the rare food, unaware that the package said 'Doggie Treats'. So it was hardly halal. But then the child could not read. Neither could the morality police. In fact the recently found but very moldy old cardboard box was being raided by the Tower Morality Police for everything it contained. Eager hands tearing into the dirty packages to devour something other than Halal R. Greedy gluttons devouring 'Doggie Treats' avariciously with starving relish. The senior officer grabbed his share of the loot.

Then a morality policeman ran up to him. "Sir. The Pancras Plague level is raising to the ground level. It is almost up the steps of the last under croft. It is almost at street level. The plague is raising. The plague is raising."

"Lock the door and stuff rags around it so the miasma of the plague won't seep out."

"But the plague is raising all of the time Sir. How long can we keep control of The Tower Fortress when the foul plague keeps oozing up from the freezing depths. The mold black and toxic. The slime greenish black and noxious. Oozing diseased ectoplasm. All gleaming with the gilt of ice. And the Thames Water Gate is allowing the cholera and typhoid of the river to flow right in. The river ice breaking against the massive gate but the tainted waters flowing straight through. Our hospital is overflowing with sickness now. Sir. And prayers don't save us anymore. And there are no more miracles."

"I am busy. Go away!"

The commander glared so fiercely the minion ran away. Then the commander marched into his decayed office to devour the looted food more privately while he pondered the latest message from his superiors via a runner with good memory for reciting orders: 'The Prisoner in the Tower must be killed if any other attempts are made to rescue him. Remember. He is the treasure beyond compare.'

The commander of The Tower grimaced. The doggy treats suddenly tasted rancid. Because during the recent mysterious assault on The Tower by the Harbi Rebels this old man had been snatched instead of all of the heavy gold plate. At the time it seemed a stupid mistake to make. But the stupid mistake proved to be his. The commander ordered the morality police to hastily rush to protect the treasure beyond compare: the heavy gold plate and silver plate. The leftovers of the Crown Jewels after the Caliph of Buckingham Palace took his cut and then the top imams and clerics took their 5% Prophet's Share. That left only the heavy, cumbersome, state plate of gold and silver. To the morality police this loot appeared to be spectacularly a treasure beyond compare. It did not occur to the commander that the 'treasure beyond compare' could be a broken old man.

So now the commander of the morality policeman grimaced. How could Prisoner X be more valuable than treasure? The senior morality policeman bit one dirty finger. "Why would the Morlocks want a broken old man? Maybe I should not tell the Caliph that Prisoner X is gone. Why should I lose my head over some confusion over the words 'treasure beyond compare'?" The Morality Police officer pulled out a tin of decayed old bandages. He rolled up one sleeve and unwrapped his wound. Then he carefully wrapped a 'fresh' circa 1963 bandage of dubious sterileness over the ever growing spots of putrid rot set in a sea of pox on his arm. "Inshallah. If Allah wills it.

But why would Allah allow one of his faithful to die so slowly of this......" the senior morality policeman whispered as he grimaced. 'But how much longer can I conceal the evidence of the fearsome disease? A miracle Allah. I pray. A miracle. It is far from my brain..... yet. This crater of Najis rot. And I am sure the pox is from gonorrhea and not from syphilis." He stared at the oozing rot and gangrenous lesions growing alarmingly along injection sites. All accented by pox sores. Then he carefully pulled down his black sleeve to conceal the growing horror.

"Our imam said the war booty prisoners were not infected. He should know. Surely. We have a right to rape the war booty. 'The booty of war has been made halal for me.' So declared the Prophet! Peace be upon him! 'Whatever thy right hand possesses do with as you will.' So declared the Prophet! 'If you do not wish to be molested you must veil.' So declared the Prophet! The Koran is clear. The prisoners are halal. Before execution by stoning or crucifying or burning as war booty they are halal. And it is halal to degrade the enemies of Allah. So says the imams and clerics of every madrassa and Islamic university. It is halal to degrade the conquered from among the Kafirs. It is in the Koran. It is in the Hadith and Sira. It is halal. Prof Saud Saleh of the holy Al-Azhar University of Cairo affirmed the 'right hand' verses and no one disputed her. It is halal to humiliate the Kafirs with rape and make them sex slaves and enjoy them. It is in the Koran for a good Muslim to enjoy sex with his four wives and unlimited sex slaves taken from the Kafirs. It is halal! It is blessed!

I remember when the Muslim Council of Wales backed Imam Ali Hammuda that the Koran and Islam permits the enjoyment of Devshirme of sex slaves taken from the Kafir in 2016. And the cowering Kafirs allowed the fatwa to stand! Rotherdam was thereby rendered halal! Cologne was rendered halal! Malo was rendered halal! Rape was rendered halal! 'It is He who has sent His Messenger with guidance and the Religion of Truth and will make us dominate over all other religions! The Koran! And there being so few females to vent our sexual needs upon. The 400 to 1 sexual ratio requires rationing. But the holy man surely can tell if the war booty is infected. This is just the clap. Not the pox. A miracle Allah. A miracle for one of your Faithful. I pray five times a day for a miracle. But the foul rot keeps growing and the pox won't go away."

Then the senior morality policeman hastily tugged the sleeve of the sinister black uniform back over the growing horror. "The flesh eating rot started at the injection sites. Or else it is growing at the injection sites." Then he pulled out an illegal black market vial of mercury and swallowed it. He grimaced as if to vomit. Then he locked the evidence of his criminality in a secret drawer among a litter of broken vials and dirty syringes and boxes of empty black tar Afghan heroin. "The Morlocks are devouring us" he whispered. "How did I know the great treasure beyond compare was a broken old man in a deep prison cell? We have so many prisoners. And that was the price the black market demanded for the mercury. And it is not even stopping the pox. Or the flesh eating germs of the medicine I need to keep my faith until the miracle happens. Afghan black tar. Allah! A miracle! I pray five times a day for a miracle Allah!

Why do you let the Morlocks feed off us..... or these terrible diseases to devour us? Why? Why? Why? Why aren't you blessing us anymore Allah? What have we done to offend you? And why have you allowed the sun to dim and warmth to vanish and the Thames to freeze and summers to vanish? Why? Why? Why? Why aren't you blessing us anymore Allah? I promise I will become twice as fanatic. Ten times as fanatic. I will torture ten times more prisoners to prove my faith. The imam has recited a list of tortures from the Koran for me to memorize. To chop up and burn and crucify and behead and kill in every diverse way the Unbelievers and the Infidels and the Kafirs and the Shirks and the rebellious 'D's and the Harbi Rebels as well as the Apostates as the Faithful start to lose faith. Why have you denied me your mercy Allah? Why are you allowing me to die by inches. Please Allah! You know how terrible Feralism is. Please! Please show mercy! The Koran says a good Muslim must show infinite harshness toward the Unbelievers and Infidels and Kafirs and Harbi fighting back against the Triumph of Islam but infinite mercy toward their fellow Muslims. And a good Muslim need only show his battle scars of jihad at the Gates of Paradise to be allowed in. Show mercy! Please!

I will torture the Harbi and chop off their fingertips. I will behead the Harbi. I will crucify the Harbi. I will burn the Harbi alive. I will show infinite cruelty toward the Harbi. The Harbi and the Unbelievers and the Infidels and every Kafir and Shirk. Every Apostate. Every religious criminal. Every blasphemer and heretic. I will rape their women and enslave their children. I will throw their rotting corpses into open trenches in the dry moat to rot as the Najis they are. And rats will feed off them." The commander flinched. "And we will feed off the rats because we are running out of Pre-Caliphate foodstuffs. Please show mercy Allah toward your Faithful. Please! Please! Please show mercy! Mercy and a miracle!....." The man cringed. Then he frantically opened the drawer and grabbed the foul drug and a dirty syringe to inject himself with more 'medicine' to calm his fear. "Why is it all going wrong?" he wept as he waited for the 'medicine' to numb his fear. "Why is it all going wrong?"

*** ***

A pack of feral children ran through the ice sleek ruins. Then they paused perplexed as they stared at an amazing sight of a decayed Rolls. It was stranded in a desolate part of an ice slicked road. One tire busted. Another tire blown. The Rolls had skidded across the ice and careened into barb wire. The driver was struggling to fix it. The occupant nervously held a gun as he guarded the automobile. "Allah. This could not have occurred in a worse place. This is no man's land. And it is sunset. You know that is when the Ferals come out to feed. Did you hear that? Sounds! Over there!"

"Sir. The Ferals come after dark" the driver said as he struggled to fix the tire.

"It could be the Scavenge Rats. The Druggies. The Wild Children. Lets keep driving. On the rims" the nervy man said.

"Two rims. Impossible!"

"You know the Scavenge Rats attack anyone with money. Even boots. Anything they can scavenge to barter for food. Down to a deadman's gold teeth" the nervy man all but shouted. "And the Wild Children are almost as bad!"

"Keep the gun pointed Sir. To scare off the Rats at least."

The Scavenge Rats are worse than the Dire Wolf Fenrir. That Najis Monster devours whole. But the Rats gnaw slowly. And rumors say they eat their victims alive. And the Wild Children are almost as bad."

"That is the Ferals Sir. Keep pointing the gun."

Unbeknownst to the oligarch the feral pack of Wild Children were encircling them. Then the wild children rushed at the stranded Rolls with their sticks and chains and sling shots. The violence of the pack assault quickly overwhelmed the ludicrously dressed chauffeur and the ex-migrant turned robber baron. His gun shooting too wildly as the feral children rushed him too savagely. Quickly the dirty, starving, raggedly, diseased creatures tore into the two screaming men. Tearing off their clothes. Their shoes. Their watches. Their guns. Anything of value. Then the starving pack ripped out their eyes to blind them. Now helpless, the filthy little savages used their sticks to rip the flesh open. Then them commenced devouring the men ----- alive. The shopping list of priceless art blew away as blood spattered the ground.

*** ***

The fire captain of the Elephant & Castle fire department received a snitch from the morality police. He then studied the map. "So you think you found an illegal Kafir treasure house at last? Half up front. Half later." The fire captain then pulled out an decayed military ration circa 1966. Then one finger tapped the map. "After dark. We will hit the place after dark. Two burnings in one night....."

*** ***

In the still undamaged wing of Somerset House another oligarch was frantically packing his ill-gotten gains in suitcases. "Hurry! Hurry!" he cried to his trophy mistress.

"But how can you be sure?" she cried.

"Be a good little trophy whore and grab the diamonds. The automobile is ready. The chauffeur has all of the guns in the front seat. The boot has the only national treasure which can fit inside. Grab the diamonds you bitch! Come on!"

Then the trophy mistress picked up the diamonds and then pulled out a gun and shot the oligarch dead. "This is the last time you will beat and rape me you bastard. Plow your field [vagina] however you will in hell. I won't be raped on the back of a horse or on top of a hot stove ever again. I am not your meat. Do be scourged at the first sign of rebellion." Then the bitter woman picked up the Koran and spat on it. She throw it over the corpse and stomped on the dead man's face with one high heel. One high heel piercing one dead eye as if a grape. Then she grabbed the diamonds, the furs, and the suitcase of portable loot and rushed out to the massive armored automobile. She jumped in and locked the door. "I picked the furs over the burka. Do you mind dear?"

The chauffeur turned around and winked. "No baby. We are running for our lives. Here is another gun. We will need it. Rumors are flying everywhere that something bad is about to go down. We have to drive as if the Najis dogs of hell are on our heels."

"But what about the petrol?" she cried as she masterfully checked the gun for ammo.

"I retrofitted this damn thing to be bullet proof. With extra gas tanks. Reinforced tires able to cope with ice. Chains if we hit snow. We are making for Dover via Southampton. Now!" Then the massive retrofitted automobile roared off.

Meanwhile, shadows crept into the now abandoned wing of Somerset House. Then the Monuments Men surveyed the corpse. One by one they spat on the corpse of the dead Sudanese migrant turned robber baron. Then one by one they spat on the Koran. Then they expertly secured the perimeters. Other experts, aged, greying men and women, started to go through piles of loot. Oil paintings. Sculptures. Antique furniture. Valuable books. All of it Jahiliyyah and haram. As each priceless treasure was identified the ex-curator of the National Gallery checked it off on his ledger. "Reynolds. Stubbs. Rembrandt......"

"Any sign of the Vermeer 'Woman With The Pearl Earring'?"

"Not yet. But here are five Gainsboroughs Sir."

"And we have found the Rommeys Sir."

"Any signs of the Blakes yet? Wyrd David said he saw Blakes here and the Vermeer."

"No Sir. The Vermeer is small so they might have taken that to barter at Southampton Sir. The Southampton Black Market."

"But here are the Turners. All five of them. Wyrd David was spot on about them."

"Constables. As Wyrd David said."

"Too bad Wyrd David could not memorized modern art as he strolled through the back rooms while pretending to barter for the black market."

"His photographic memory could not respond to modern art."

"But he could tell Turners apart? A lot of people admit if you see one Turner seascape you have seen them all."

"Now is that a nice thing to say about the British prequel to French Impressionism?"

"We have found some Picassos!"

"They will be a mystery for us to discover. Good news or not. Wyrd David having not the eye for what might be here which is modern."

"Warhol."

"Yes!"

"Vandalized."

"Damned!"

Other Monuments Men and Women marveled at the riches. The heavily armed bodyguards, all ex sports hooligans, said "We have secured a treasure house indeed. We will guard it until all of your Monuments personnel can secure the treasures. Our national treasures."

"At least some of them. So many were burned. The bastards. Call these beautiful things Jahiliyyah pollution and burning them."

"Our turncoat in the Fire Department helped us to save some. A lot. The Elephant & Castle apostate with the eye for 'pretty things' as he used to call priceless art. But what worries me are the rumors of an unidentified treasure house which is not under our control" the ex-curator replied.

"But can any treasure house rival this Sir. We have over seventy five oils from the National alone. And there are relics of the British Museum too. And the Tate. Even the V&A"

"Any sign of the 'Madame X' yet?"

"No Sir."

"And I don't see the De Vinci. ....."

*** ***

A shadow in the shadows of a ruined mansion nervously peered out from behind a dusty curtain to watch the bloody sun cast long shadows toward her barricaded bastion. The long purple shadows creeping toward her from across the derelict garden glittering with ice and frost as the sun sank into the far horizon. A mass of dangerously decayed and half burned Victorian townhouses near to falling down formed a sinister shieldwall around her shadowy citadel. Debris was piled up helter-skelter in the withered grass. Some debris so massive that snow clung to the north side of the mound of debris. Stubbornly refusing to melt. Dying trees cast forlorn shadows as if bony hands reaching up toward the bloody sky. Dead ivy covered by ice crystals fluttered against the dirty window with is diamond like surface of ice. Nervously she peered through wooden boards nailed crudely over the frosty window pane. Then she rubbed her aged hands together nervously as she sighed before turning away. "Why do I think I am going to die tonight...."

*** ***

The Hunter from the morality police stared at the great epicenter of darkness which once was the Docklands. He stared at the dark glass towers hemmed in by towering razor wire and signs painted with skulls and crossbones. The whole fantastical futuristic city was perfectly silent. Still. Deserted. Sparkling with ice as if diamonds. The ice accenting the still pristine steel and glass towers. He used his binoculars and carefully surveyed the icy sleek streets. They were littered by burned out automobiles and great mounds of bones of carcasses of the unburied dead. "The epicenter of the Pancras plague" he marveled. "A plague so terrible the dead were abandoned where they fell." Then he carefully surveyed the entrances. The mounds of death covered them as if a barricade. "So no dead have moved. And here and there I see not only ice but frost and even snow on the north of the mound of corpses. Will we have another year without a summer then? The snow which covered this besmirched city is still so stubborn it refused to melt until two weeks ago. And even now some snow clings to the north shadows as if loathed to depart! And the Thames is still so cold the ice is barely breaking up! The ice grinding against the few remaining bridges in dangerous heaps! Last spring the river ice brought down one of the last bridges! And at night you can hear the ice grinding against the Embankment as if with claws of ice! But then the Morlocks do not travel by day. Nor do they creep along the surface. At least not until sunset when the shadows lengthen for them to creep about. And they appear immune to the dire weather. Be it the cold damp or the colder ice or the coldest snow." Then he carefully moved his binoculars up one shimmery skyscraper inch by inch.

"The windows are all black. I don't remember the windows being all black. Every single window is black." The Hunter of the morality police stared at the abandoned futuristic city. "The Docklands was built on top of the Underground. Like an iceberg. Each tower as deep down as they scrap the sky. Plunged deep underground like a molar tooth. Like the Machine Building. But wouldn't that mean that the Morlocks...." The morality policeman grimaced. "Why are the windows black? Shiny. Dirty shiny. It is not black paint on the outside. The blackness is inside. I don't remember the blackness inside. The Docklands used to be shiny. Shimmering. Glowing with light. Light flowing through it. Each skyscraper transparent. Translucent. Now the whole city is black... But not the blackness of the rest of the city which is plunged into darkness when the sun sets and the only light comes from arson fires. Why is the Docklands ..... blacked ..... out .....?"

*** ***

In another oligarch bastion a woman wept as she held the dead body of her child. The small body horribly mangled by a horrible disease which once was thought to be extinct. "You will get the smallpox too. "The other scared woman cried as she stood at the far end of the room clutching her black abaya and niqaab and hijab. The blackness all but concealing her.

"I don't care. My boy is dead!"

"Where is Omar?" the other younger wife cried as she clutched her black veils about her. "He should be back by now. What if he abandons us? If he doesn't get back the servants will attack us. Seeing us as weak. Vulnerable. War booty for them to do with as they will."

"Well those damn black veils won't protect you. No one is awed anymore by that crap. The Drug Gangs will just savor you all the more for possibly being uncontaminated from the pox and the clap. And veils don't protect you from rape or disease. Get your gun and jewels and run for it! If you have time paint smallpox marks on your face to try to fool rapists. Everyone fears the smallpox. Try to get to the garage and get the other automobile which still works and try to get to Dover. Through Harbi Southampton. Don't stop for anything! The roads are controlled by outlaws. Ghazi robbers. Calais Animals. And Ferals!"

"But what about you?"

"If my son is dead then what is the use of leaving?" the woman cried as she loaded her pistol with one bullet. "And don't eat any Halal R! I know we have run out of safe rations but don't eat the Halal R!" Then the grieving woman waved her gun with the other hand at the younger wife. So the other trophy wife grabbed her furs and jewels and fled after fully covering herself in layers of black veils as the sound of one bullet accented the air. She did not even bother to paint small pox marks on her face to scare anyone seeing her heavily veiled visage. Piled in the inner rooms of the mostly empty mansion were almost one hundred priceless paintings by Picasso, Monet, Manet, Gauguin, Dali, Degas, and Renoir, Constable, Hunt, Millais, Rossetti, Burne- Jones along with priceless Japanese scrolls and laquer and Chinese porcelain and exquisite Dresden Rococo. But now the younger trophy wife of a dead robber baron ran away with only her furs and personal jewels, pistol, and her religiously mandated veils concealing her body and face and hair.

Meanwhile, one of the servants slipped into hidden room and cranked an old ham radio. Then he called out a mysterious code. Then he hung up and pulled out four guns. He shoved two into his waist belt. He then brandished the other two. Then he marched with murderous determination into the inner sanctum where some of the surviving national treasures of the Tate and the Victoria & Albert Museum were stack precariously. Then he positioned himself in front of the relics. "I will shoot anyone who tries to take these or else destroy them!" he announced. "I will shoot to kill! The Morlocks are coming! I advise you to run for it! Or else die!" The suddenly unemployed servants decided to take the lunatic at his word. So they looted the more personal riches of the bedroom of their late employer before fleeing. That loot was more portable anyway. Who cares about some old haram jahiliyyah pollution?

In the underground bastion of the British Museum a radio receiver announced 'Treasure House Number Three is unguarded. The rats are fleeing. The rats are fleeing. Rush Monuments Men there asap!"

Meanwhile another radio receiver received incoming intel. "Sir. Somerset House does not have the Di Vinci. Vermeer. Or 'Madame X'."

"That means we have an unidentified treasure house!" the senior Monument Man shouted.

"Perhaps our Buckingham Fortress list of stolen loot is not complete Sir?"

"No. Damn it! There is a great big black hole in the middle of our national treasures list. We have attacked the country treasure houses confiscated by the oligarches and secured them. Our lists are current of the tragic survivors of the Jahiliyyah bonfires. We are definitely missing a treasure house full of lost national heritage treasures. Damn it! Where is it? We have to get there first before the firemen. Has our insider in the fire department dropped a clue? No? Damn! And with the rats abandoning the sinking ship we have to scramble to secure every national treasure we can before the Countdown. The Chimes toll at Midnight. In the anarchy of the battle who knows what will happen?"

"Our last intel about the 'Mona Lisa' was that it was slashed Sir. We have probably lost it. The Vermeer is so small the Chauffeur and Trophy wife of the dead robber baron might have taken it as barter at Southampton.

"I fear so. Telegraph Southampton. With so many satellites haywire because of the magnetic gyrations the secret telegraphic network is our last secure telecommunications. What is old is new again. The old reliables! Fortunately when it appeared to be rendered obsolete by the internet the Preppers and Steampunk anarchists took the abandoned world wide telegraphic network over for their games and paranoia. That and the old radio channels. Damn it! Damn it! Where is that lost treasure house? Where is Madame X?"

*** ***

The aged woman prowled her empty mansion. The mansion was empty of life but not empty of objects. "What a mad hoarder!" the aged woman crackled, half mad. "I can barely make my way through the piles heaped everywhere! Glorified junk covering every wall and table and shelf and floor!" She gestured to the shadows of heaps of things piled up crazily everywhere in the dim library as the light started to fade. Then she muffled a cry of lonely desperation. "I am going mad! Mad from loneliness! Which is worse? Dying alone or dying with my enemy arriving to burn me? I am so afraid of dying by fire! And I am so afraid of being discovered! And I am so afraid that all of my lonely years as the caretaker of this horde will end in smoke and ash! But most of all I am afraid that it will all be for nought! I have sacrificed everything! Everything! Including my sanity I think! For you! For you! My most unsympathetic of roommates!"

Then the aged madwoman cried as she hurled her accusations to the woman ignoring her: to an oil painting suspended on a wall covered in dusty French silk wallpaper. Suspended over the withered crone as if a towering demi-goddess stood a proud French aristocrat in all of her glorious Fin de Siecle elegance. Her black velvet gown sensuously hugging the hourglass silhouette in voluptuous folds. Two jeweled straps barely holding the heavy couture of ravishing Nineteenth Century power dressing in place on slim white shoulders. One naked arm holding the overflowing train of luxurious blackness in one slim, pale hand. The other naked arm turned painfully at an angle as the arrogant French damsel turned her face away from the aged madwoman to strike a profile of utter contemptuousness to her surroundings and to the decayed woman screaming at her as she unraveled. A demi-goddess obvious to her loneliness. Obvious to her fear. Obvious to her morality. Obvious to her approaching death. The aged woman as undone by the cruelty of time as the French woman was gloriously timeless. The aged woman in pain of extreme old age without the balm of caring doctors. The other woman eternally young and beautiful. Or at least as eternally young and beautiful as her caretaker's toil to keep the lost treasure house secret could aid and abet.

"I am dying! Do you know that? Do you care? I am dying! Do you understand what that means? I am dying! What will happen after I die? Alone! My corpse moldering among the treasures or else at you feet! Then what will happen? Do you understand the implications of that? When I die here? Alone! Unburied? To decay among the bric-a-brac! Leaving this damn place undefended! Say something you bitch!" the aged woman screamed at the oil painting as she held her shaking hands to her withered face. "You bitch! You bitch! I have sacrificed my life to care for you! I was once as young as you! Beautiful! Rich! And admired! Now look at me! I am dying! A withered old crone driven had mad with loneliness! Neglect! This retrofitted survivalist bastion against a dangerous outside world turned into a grotesque nightmare! Because of you! You bitch! Say something damn it! If only to curse me as your decayed caretaker!

God! My father was a billionaire! A military industrial complex tycoon turned Anglophile! So in love with this damn, dank, dark, country he stayed and built this mansion to hold his treasures! And ..... you! I was suppose to be your master you bitch! And instead, step by step I have become your caretaker! Your servant! And you have become the mistress of this place! Not me! Father was so besotted with your arrogant profile he drafted his will to require me to babysit his riches after he died and ..... share this damn private museum with ..... you! You! So jealous of possessing you he turned this monstrosity of a place into a private museum because he could not share you with the outside world! A secret treasure house turned into a barricaded stronghold because of how he acquired you!

The moment Father saw you he was so besotted with love he visited you in your gallery every day! He became obsessed with you! Obsessed with possessing you! Driven half mad with his obsession to have you! So he paid a forger to produce the perfect forgery! But not even that was good enough! No! So finally he paid a professional thief to steal you! And then he locked himself into this damn place to worship you forever! While fortifying it against attack! And I was reduced to being an accessory to a crime after the fact as well as Father's only link with the outside world! The only person he dared to allow to come into this damn place beside his fellow conspirator: his valet! Because of you! And his guilt and neediness and madness consumed me as you consumed him! God! You are not even alive and my father died uttering your name! Not my name! Your name! And I have been chained to you ever since! To all of this! This mass of inanimate objects! This debris of civilization! This junk yard of beauty! This forgotten dumping ground of fragile detritus and dust! With you! Madame.....X....."

*** ***

The Hunter of the morality police used his binoculars to survey the 'Machine Building' which was the supposedly burned out Lloyds Edifice. Again he carefully surveyed the abandoned bastion. Another rusty razor fence surrounded it. More crude signs of skulls and cross bones warned the people away. More mounds of bones warned of the Pancras plague. "Everyone says the authorities erected the razor wire and signs to warn everyone of the Pancras plague. But I can't find anyone who remembers giving the order. Every time the Pancras Plague hits suddenly there are mounds of the dead and visions of the Hellwaine Hearse and walking corpses from the morgue when there is no more morgue and then bang! Razor wire. And electrified fences. But who gives the order? And who has the funds and supplies to either put up the razor wire or else restore the razor wire? And with electricity only flickering for some two hours a night now, for the Nightly Fatwa, who has the power to feed the electrified fences? I can't find any figure of authority who has verbally signed off on it. Or who has authorized it. Everyone thinks someone else has authorized it. But I can't find the soul who knows what the hell is happening. It is some spontaneous group think. Or it is the Morlocks?"

Yet again the morality policeman noted that the 'Machine Building' was curiously 'black' as if black inside. The ruddy light of abnormal sunset did not pierce it's dirty shiny glass and metal exterior glittering with ice. "I don't even see where the bomb damage was. Or the arson damage. As if the Machine Building has repaired itself. As if it lives and has reconstructed itself. And the windows are the same curious blackness. As if the blackness is within." The man grimaced. Then the Hunter knelt down and felt the ground. There was a very slight vibration as if something underground was humming. In the ruddy haze of the heavily polluted yet frigid atmosphere which abnormally prolonged and intensified the sunset he noted that a strange greenish and gaseous vapor surrounded the Machine Building as if the thing was alive and inhaled and exhaled noxious vapors. The coldness making the green vapors sparkle surreally. "Let's check the terminal where all of this started. The Pancras Terminal."

*** ***

The Wild Children ran toward one of their hide outs. The Waterloo Cave. That is what they called the towering, blackened, darkened, sinister edifice. It was normally very safe. The odd noises coming from the depths scared off the Ferals. And the Morlocks killed any Druggies and Drug Gangs and Scavenger Rats who trespassed on their domains. But normally they ignored the Wild Children as if a mere infestation of petty wild animals. The gerry rigged electric fence fried the unknowing. The carcasses of rotting pigs and mounds of bones of thousands of dead migrants scared off the morality police no less than the homeless, indigent, starving migrants. And the booty traps killed the other Rat packs. So it was a precarious niche in the urban jungle of a devouring city. And there was a small foul hole which they had fortified as their secret lair. But now the secret hole to their little fortress was sealed.

So the diseased, feral children in their rags and dirt scurried as if small animals toward another small hole. Part of broken sewer. It was blocked up so the sewerage flooded outwards. They swan through the stinking underground sewage lake and then crawled inside. But as they scurried toward their secret lair they beheld the massive boarded entrance which led to the lower depths. They stared. Because the boards and gates and bard wire was now down. So the feral children crept toward the now open entrance. A great dark portal. The air blowing cold. They peered down into the sinister lower depths. The setting sun was dim here. The cold shadows were intense. And the sounds coming up from the depths were mysterious.

Then the feral children clutched their pathetic weapons and crept down the great dark portal toward the train terminal tracks under the massive wrought iron and glass canopy. Much of the glass smashed and covered by wood. Other glass sprayed black. But other glass obviously repaired. As if the ghostly abandoned building was reconstructing itself. In fact inside the great hollow core of the bastion the interior was now refurbished. There were now new signs. And that sinister propaganda was now everywhere. The floor was swept. Dim electric lights glowed very faintly as if set on a dimmer switch. The wires glowing so very faintly as if amber. There was a hum about the place as if it was suddenly alive after being dormant for so long. And there was a ghostly glow in the massive shadows of the mysterious 'cave'.

The oldest wild child who was the leader of the feral pack, who was twelve years old, struggled to identify the mysterious lights. It was not the moon. Or the stars. It was not the setting sun. Then the feral girl remembered something from long ago. Her oldest memory. Besides the memories of beatings and the rape which drove her into the wildness of course. Then she whispered "It is electricity." They crept downward as the hum grew louder. Then to their amazement they beheld a gigantic steaming monster slowly approaching toward the magical ghost light from the outer sunset. The streaming monster was entering its cave lair.

Fierce steam vented out of the sides of the dark and monstrous thing as if inhaling and exhaling while snarling. The glowing red spotlight forming a livid red cyclops eye. It was rolling into the dark 'cave' on a dozen wheels as if a gigantic caterpillar. Then the cyclops monster shrieked. The stream whistle shrieking as single piercing metallic scream. One blood thirsty shriek. The feral children dropped their puny weapons and covered their ears. Never had they seen or heard or felt such a monster! Now they ran away. Not even their sticks and chains and sling shots could slay such a terrible beast!

As they fled shadows poured out of the dark train. Hundreds of armed soldiers. Quickly but silently they redeployed to secure the perimeters. Other soldiers emerged from the lower depths of the underground to also secure the perimeters. Quietly securing Waterloo Fortress. Everyone silent. Everything rehearsed with military precision. Then from one dark carriage a man and woman dismounted. The grizzled man in camouflage and a beret over his greying red hair. A tiny leek was pinned to his camouflage. The woman in industrial armor and a goggles attached to a deliberately antiquated helmet as if a Roman goddess.

Then the soldiers quietly stood at attention. Their camouflage and industrial armor incredulously adored with small leeks. Then a great flag of a red dragon was unfurled beside an outlawed flag of such taboos and harams even the feral children would have shuddered in fear of its long banned Najis. The Union Jack of Great Britain and the Red Dragon of Wales once again waved. Then thousands of Harbi Rebels saluted as the mysterious red haired officer and Britannia marched toward the front of the platform to lead the central wing of the British Army into battle on this, Saint David's Day. The Battle for London was about to commence.

*** ***

"Sir" the Hunter of the morality police told the commander of the body guards of the Caliph as the two men made their way through the massive bard wire barricades which surrounded Buckingham Fortress. "Rumors are circulating that one or more of the abandoned, Najis defiled, and booby trapped transportation terminals are inhabited.

"There are no trains" the head of the body guards replied. "Not underground. Not above ground."

"From the..... more machine guns are being installed I see..... from the Piccadilly underground Sir."

"A standard upgrade of security. As for the Underground. The Underground was abandoned after part of it was blown up by saboteurs among the Harbi Anarchists and the rest was booby trapped by Jews and Freemasons. And the corpses of the dead contaminated the edifices and the depths with the noxious haram of death. They are plague pits of Najis."

"And the Pancras train shed terminal Sir" the Hunter said. He was not to be deterred.

"There is nothing there since the Pancras plague erupted there" the head of the body guards of the Caliph insisted. "The Pancras plague drove off the hundreds of thousands of migrants roosting there. Thousands died of the plague. The bodies were piled up everywhere. The streets heaped with the dead as if a Medina Trench. So contagious was the dreadful plague the victims were left as an open plague pit. After that no one has dared to enter it. It was the first of many plagues which have tormented us. And from it the plague got its name: Pancras Plague. And since then there has been so many plagues. As if the Seven Plagues of Egypt when Moses cursed the Shirk Pharaohs! I do not know which has killed more? The plagues? The cold? Or the starvation? But is there anything more frightening than the plagues?

Tuberculosis. Typhoid. Typus. Cholera. AIDS. Ebola. Smallpox. Out of control Syphilis. The Black Plague. Then the Poison Mutton Plague. Mad Cow Plague. The rotten food Plagues from old tins of food going bad. Toxic mold. Poisoned algae contaminated foodstuffs. Contaminated water sources. Toxic ectoplasm vomit of the Walking Dead. The poisonous ectodysplasin drool of the black Whist Hell Hounds. The Scratches of Satan's Dogs of Damnation. The flesh eating germs of the black tar heroin from Afghanistan. Feralism. And the Hospital germs. The flesh eating germs that ravish our few existing hospitals. Or is it the flesh eating parasites? Is there a difference between a flesh eating germ and parasite? Whatever. No one dares to go to hospital except to die. And don't tell me the Hospital plague is spread from nurses not adequately sterilizing! Or else started in the flesh eating germs, or is it parasites, or is it both, brought from migrants from Syria and the Rival Caliphate of ISIS."

"It is both Sir. The flesh eating parasite came from Syria. The flesh eating germ was created by abuse of antibiotics when antibiotics used to be too plentiful and then misguided attempts to 'ration' dwindling supplies of antibiotics resulting in germs becoming immune to any magic bullets. The same which happened when Syphilis brought into this country by Third World migrants. They refused to complete their drug treatments so the partial treatments simply made the highly aggressive disease totally immune to any dwindling supplies of antibiotics. So the effect is the same. Diseases which are out of control vying with the deadly growing coldness and starvation.

We assumed the bounty of the cornucopia of bottomless riches of the West would buoyant us for the Islamic World has never grown enough food to feed the faithful. Not even the Nile Valley. Every Islamic country relied on the West to feed it. Mostly with charity foodstuffs which we called tribute to save face. And we possessed no genuine industries or manufacturing or telecommunications or transportation or pharmacals or modern hospitals or top ranked universities or research and development or entrepreneur enterprises or media which could rival the West. Or the East. Other than Western built oil infrastructure which we assumed there would always be a world market for. Muslims always relied on Western genius and productivity. Muslims always 'bought off the shelf' of Western genius and productivity. And Eastern genius and productivity. And Indian genius and productivity. Even our Nukes were originally bought from North Korea.

To save face we called the busy bees out producing us our White Slaves and Yellow Slaves and Brown Slaves and Black Slaves. To save face. The Ottoman Empire used to be called the 'sick man of Europe. Now the Islamic World is the 'sick man of the World. Even Malaydonesia could not keep up. The Oil Kingdoms could not keep up. Not even with South Korea which had absolutely no natural resources except busy bees. Over achievers. The Korean people. And Malaydonesia mostly relied on its busy bees: the hard working and enterprising Chinese and Indian Dhimmis to keep it going. And we used to rely on our hard working and enterprising Christian and Jewish Dhimmis to produce everything which we taxed and confiscated ---- until we exterminated every last D outside of Outlaw Israel.

We could not keep up with any other part of the world which leapt ahead of us. Be it the European Great Divergence or the Japanese Great Divergence or the British Colonial Great Divergence or the post war Korean Great Convergence or the Chinese Great Convergence or the Asian Great Convergence. Everyone else turning into economic supernovas ahead of us. As we fell further and further behind. Until the weather turned dire even parts of non Muslim Africa was leaping ahead of us. Even South Korea and Singapore and Hong Kong were so far ahead of us it was ..... inexplicable. Inexplicable and humiliating. Which left us not only bitterly envious and jealous but wracked with inferiority because Allah promised us that we would always triumph and dominate the world. Instead we were being dominated by the world. And the excuses were wearing thin.

We were depended on the West. The East. The Kafirs and Shirks. The Unbelievers and Infidels. The Christians and Jews. The Hindus. The Jain. The Sikhs. The Buddhists. We depended on everyone else to keep us afloat. And we assumed we could always count on this because the warm balmy days meant the West especially was running surpluses which they showered down on us out of Christian guilt which we interpreted as abject D servitude. Tribute from the conquered to their conquerors. Us. Despite the reality of our parasitic dependency on the West for almost everything. And we envied and lusted for the riches of the West. And we marched into the West as if an invincible army of the entitled to take it all!

Instead, we discovered that the riches of the West proved to be unraveling because the West was staggering under the impact of the dire change of temperature even as we destabilized it in order to conquer it. All as the weather turned freezing and summers vanished and the bottomless bounty evaporated. All as the magnetic fields of the erratic poles wreaked havoc with telecommunications and freezing winters wreaked havoc with transportation as well as agriculture while expensive electricity and green schemes cut the West off at its knees. And Gore's de-industrialization scheme outsourced so many of the West's industries and factories while closing so many mines and foundries and power plants that the West proved to be ..... And our conquest proved to be destructive ..... And our management of our new Caliphate proved to be less than......"

"Regardless! The Faithful cannot use sterilizer which has alcohol. And now there is no other sterilizer or pain killer except alcohol and alcohol is haram.. I don't know why the old vaccines do not work any more and the plagues and flesh eating germs and flesh eating parasites are spreading and devouring us. And anyway! There are no more vaccines. And anyway! The Faithful are suppose to be immune to plagues Allah sends to kill the Kafir and the Shirk"

"So why are we dying instead Sir?" the Hunter asked.

"It is a fiendish plot such as killed our Prophet. Peace be upon him. Poisoned mutton. By a Jewess. It is a fiendish plot to kill the Faithful exactly how a fiendish Jewess killed our beloved Prophet. A foul and lingering poison. Rotting out the body. The organs shutting down one by one. Gangrene. Slow and excruciating death! Spread by the devious Jews and satanic Freemasons. The fiends. To kill us the way their killed our beloved Prophet. Who died of poisoned mutton by a Jewess!"

"But Pancras Plague kills differently Sir. Rumors are percolating that strange sounds of coming from there Sir" the Hunter said. " Pancras. And also Piccadilly. Vibrations. And sounds. As if trains."

"There are no such beasts left. No trains. Not underground or above ground. The electricity is all but dead. Rationed for only two hours to allow the Holy Propaganda to be ladled out each night to the Faithful. Petrol is tightly rationed...."

"....By the Southampton Black Market....

"..... And diesel is not to be had. The Scottish Oil Rigs have been attacked or blown up by radical Greens or else highjacked by the black market. As you say. Southampton. The BP refineries have been blown up by radial Greens or else highjacked by the black market hunkered down behind their massive defenses of Southampton. Coal mines were closed and fossil fuel was declared illegal — until the solar panels failed in the snows and the wind turbines tumbled down during the blizzards. Now fuel is all but worth its weight in gold so mass transportation is shut down. Power plants have been blown up by radical Greens....

"Or ..... highjacked by the Harbi ...."

".......Even priority helicopters and military helicopters are rationed now. So nothing moves. Not by land or sea. The Thames is now blocked by the closed Thames Flood Barrier which we have no electricity to reopen. And we can't reopen them anyway because only the Thames Flood Barrier is keeping the Somali pirates out of the city. They have attacked and sunk every boat until the river is blocked entirely by their carnage. And the freezing ice is not helping. Railroads are blocked no less than roads by snow and outlaws. The Calais Animals being only the most notorious. Planes are grounded by lack of electricity, fuel, and reliable compasses because of the magnetic pole gyrations. Telecommunications is rarely working now. Magnetic gyrations and attacks by radical Greens and Harbi. Harbors are frozen in and also cut off. So Manchester and Birmingham are ...."

"....Cut off...."

While boats jammed with migrants still launch from every port of the Caliphate they are sinking now before they even reach Anglstan. And if they can arrive they leave their human cargo marooned at the coastlines which are free range anarchy. No Go Zones. We are suppose to be providing shuttles to transport the migrants here but we have not the fuel or resources to either transport them or house them or feed them. So that is that. They survive or not where they are jettisoned in No Man's Land. The last flights of migrants are still stranded at the Heathrow No Go Zone. So transportation is stopped. Except for valuable slaves of course. And so is anything inside the gigantic Pancras station.

It is a plague pit. All of the great transportation bastions are plague pits. And the underground is booby trapped as well as poisoned. Corpses adore the razor wire portals as if crucified on the wire. And rotting pigs and diseased cows spread the Najis. And everyone knows that the Najis originated in Mad Cow and flesh eating germs. Flesh eating Parasites. Whatever! So no one goes near. For no one is immune. We are afflicted by the Seven Plagues. By endless plagues. And chaos with the magnetic fields and cosmic currents and this ice age which was not suppose to even happen. With volcanos. With terrible storms and blizzards and hailstones and sleet and floods. With red rain as if blood. With birds dropping out of the skies stone cold dead. With plagues and famines. It is as if the Four Headed Serpent Jormungandr is afflicting us with every sort of poison, disease, famine, war, and death while generating storms and towering winter floods and crushing ice and paralyzing snow which threaten to breach the Thames Floodgates! And we are helpless! Inshallah! As Allah wills! All we can do is pray!....."

The scientists peered over their instruments. "Are the telecommunications down to telegraphs and ham radios again?" the human rubber ball shouted.

"Scrolling! Scrolling!" the red face Santa Claus scientist said as his computer stalled.

"I am getting readouts on the latest volcanic eruptions" the grey faced man said. "Sulfur aerosols at still generating cloud creation which the weakened solar winds cannot disrupt. Eruptions are still above 100 plus. Disrupting heterogeneous chemistry."

"Damn!" the human rubber ball replied as the rotund little Canadian rubbed one hand over his bald head.

"Stratosphere Troposphere disruptions still occurring. Nucleation of clouds still occurring. Ozone drop. Particle growth still occurring. Reduced tropic monsoons still predicted. Increased rain still predicted. Hail. Sleet. Snow. Storm intensity still being generated. That will feed the albedo" the grey faced man said. His sad eyes still more sorrowful. His voice weary. His thin shoulders sagged.

"Argo monitors confirm active underwater volcanic activity on the raise" the jovial red faced scientific imitation of Santa Claus said with gusto. His passion for the excitement of weather outweighing its dire impact on humanity. "Who said weather was so boring no one would watch my weather channel! I wish it was still up!"

Jet stream still impacted! Oceanic oscillations still impacted" the nervy scientist said as his hands waved so frantically they accidentally knocked off his thick spectacles. "Look! Look! More Carbon 14! Even more Carbon 14! And look at that Coronal Hole indicator! Every indicator that the sun is plunging deeper into hibernation!"

"Well at least Gore's ocean front condo is safe!" the human rubber ball declared as his bald head gleamed in the bright lab lights. "Ocean levels are still dropping as ice grows! Which of course is effecting the oceanic oscillations! Where the hell is the Gulf Stream? All of that hysterical ado over a less than an inch a year raise which was bound to drop when the solar cycle went cold!"

"Not to mention, but I will, the hysteria over a 0.05% temperature raise which dropped to 0.01% and now is negative and dropping like a stone!" the red faced Santa Claus scientist chimed in as his computer resumed its slow streaming of intel. "Damn it! Still dropping!"

It always came down to data versus dogma" the silver haired human whippet replied as he cleaned his steel rimmed glasses with precise gestures. "NASA was discredited ..... too late ..... for politicalizing its mission statement. Lying to the American people about the decline of global warming as the planet slipped into an ice age was criminal. Truly! Criminal! All just to cover up political incompetence. The squandering of taxpayer monies. Over 1.75 trillion a year on top of three trillion a year in green energy contraptions which did not achieve a damn thing. 300% increase in energy costs. Devouring between 12 and 14% of the nation's GDP. While fueling a cap and trade carbon tax speculation bubble which blew up Wall Street and triggered a massive depression.

No one was prepared for the ice when it came. No one was prepared for the Grand Solar Minimum. Everyone believed the balmy Grand Solar Maximum would last forever. Supposedly dreadful but actually warming the earth delightfully. Contrary to hysteria, storms were fewer and less destructive. The earth was greening. Plants were rebounding. Agriculture was booming. The earth was greening so spectacularly space station photographs confirmed it. Humanity no less than botany thrives in warmth. Not coldness." The ex-NASA genius sighed and put his steel rimmed glasses over his cold eyes again. His silver hair gleaming under the bright lab lights. "We warned. The Left refused to listen. And alas! The Left was the EU. The UN. And the American government. The only ones were listened were the people out of power. The powerless people. The ordinary American people."

"It is ironic that the R Left embraced the global warming myth and the myth of multi-culturalism and the myth of diversity is our strength and the myth of tolerance and gracious open mindedness and cultural relativism and the myth of a bottomless cornucopia of unsustainable socialistic bounty to support both the aging 68ers and millions and millions of dole abusing gimmegrants and the myth that nations could spend trillions forever and never pay it back and de-industrialize and prosper and the lifestyles of grossly nihilistic decadence including the embrace of cultural and biological and religious and economic suicide and the myth that the EU and UN were our kind masters when they were plotting against us and the myth of open borders allowing millions and millions and millions of migrants, mostly from every violent Islamic Third World failed state, and never add up the insanity and make a cost analysis and connect the suicidal dots and realize it was all one gigantic self indulgent R delusion which the balmy Grand Solar Maximum made possible. They were suicidal luxuries only such a warm age could indulge" the scientist said with scorn. "The Grand Solar Minimum has made such touchy feely self indulgent R luxuries impossible now. Now it is everyone for themselves! Tribalism! Survival of the fittest! And the Darwinian instinct to survive at any cost! Which only K genetics will survive!"

"R genetics got us into this mess! And only K genetics can save us! We should allow every R to perish in the ice and snow!" another scientist retorted bitterly. "Starting with every touchy feely Cultural Marxist, EU and UN bureaucrat, and self indulgent R leftie!"

"I hear to ration electricity Soros ordered the life support keeping Big Sis the Human Vegetable alive shut off" the human rubber ball said. The Canadian grimaced. "Too late!"

"It is all too late...."

"Why not investigate the role of the Birkeland currents generating out of Orion?" the nervy scientist asked as his thin hands jumbled his wild hair into a wilder mess of grey curls. "The sun is a plasma sun! We know it now! Just as we know it is a sun which is cyclic!"

"Why not?" the other scientists said as they rushed over to study his computer. "Why not?"

"......But shouldn't anyone investigate Sir?" the Hunter asked.

"No. Anyone who investigates will die of Pancras Plague. Or bring the plague back to infect others. Don't let the damn Urban Myth Whisperers unman you with their wild rumors. There are no trains. And nothing can survive in that plague pit. Pancras. Any of those plague pits. If we are tormented by sewage flooding the surface of this city then just imagine what sort of hell lurks underground? The Najis must be unspeakable underground for the Najis is unspeakable above the ground. It is as if London has become one gigantic Najis cesspool."

"One half billion migrants might account for that Sir" the Hunter added dryly.

"That is tonight's announcement by the Caliph so please don't jump the gun on that ..... glorious ...... achievement."

"But I have been wondering Sir. I mean..... the plague ...... the worse plague ..... the Pancras plague ...... was convenient was it not? The plague which erupted there. At Pancras. Which then spread to all of the other terminals which were serving as improvised migrant camps. But not at the Hampstead Heath and Green Park or Hyde Part or Regent Park migrant camps. Not the open air camps Sir. But weren't they just as foul? Hundreds of thousands of unwashed and starving migrants huddled together in those dreadful open air migrant camps? Every tree cut down? Everything chopped down that could burn as fires? Everything vandalized and looted which could be vandalized or looted? The electricity going first as wiring was looted. The grass turning to mud? The crude attempts to build camps accidentally plowing up the lethal ancient plague pits? The water of the park lakes used for drinking and bathing turning into sewage?

No attempt made to keep drinking water separate from urine and feces spread by rains and mud? The knee deep mud reeking of sewage? The mounds of garbage everywhere? Shanties sinking into the mud? The nonstop rain befouling everything? Fires to keep warm turning into accidental or deliberate arson? Pools of sewage turning into lakes of sewage? Too many people minus vaccinations shoved together cheek to jowl? Erupting into every sort of Third World plague and disease. As hundreds of thousands of migrants lunged for each other's throat? Law and order breaking down? Everyone fighting over dwindling food supplies and vanishing medicines? The 1000 to 1 sexual imbalance leading to everyone raping and robbing and murdering everyone else? Like the Calais Jungle except a hundred times worse? A thousand times worse? Everything devolving down to survival of the fittest thug? The infamous Green Park camp being the worst of all? Mad Max Mayhem at its very worst?

But the most horrifying new plague started at the Pancras migrant camp. Not the open air migrant camps. At the Pancras terminal. Then it spread to all of the massive old Underground and Railroad terminals. And was it just chance those epicenters of the new plague were also the massive portals into the lower depths? To the Underground. It scared everyone away so conveniently did it not? From the monumental portals into the lower depths. From Underground London. And it kills still. But differently from the Third World diseases brought by the migrants and the flesh eating germs spawn from decaying hospitals overwhelmed by too many migrants and flesh eating parasites brought from Syria by migrants. It kills differently from the Poisoned Mutton plague which mimics the death of The Prophet, peace be upon him, down to every single symptom as if someone dissected the death of Mohammad to imitate it. It kills differently from the Mad Cow plague which has been very well documented and therefore easy for the Harbi to reproduce.

The Pancras Plague seems more a cocktail of previous plagues mixed together to create the ultimate plague does it not? As does Feralism does it not? Both are escalating exercises in lethal killing are they not? As if a blending of new and improved plagues by perverted fiends famous for their obsession for new and improving whatever they set their warped minds to. And the timing Sir. It occurred after the Poisoned Mutton Plague and the Mad Cow Outbreak which occurred after the massive Smallpox outbreak? The new and improved Smallpox which is apparently immune to the Kafir Jenner vaccine. Not that we have any Kafir vaccines anymore. Remember?

After every single NHS Kafir or Shirk doctor still working in the city were hung for concocting the plagues. Or at least for claiming there was no cure or vaccine to save the Faithful. Nothing to help stop the plagues. Nothing but to warehouse the dying until they died. And then the Poisoned Mutton Plague and the Mad Cow Outbreak stopped ---- for a time ---- if not the new and improved Smallpox. Or the other Third World diseases and the flesh eating germs and flesh eating parasites brought from Syria. There was a lull after we killed every single Kafir or Shirk doctor who did not run away ---- howbeit that turned the hospitals into warehouses for the dying.

So many migrants and their Third World diseases packed into the hospitals the NHS was overwhelmed and collapsed. And equipment vanished and vaccines vanished and medicines vanished. Then hospitals became Medina Trenches for the Faithful because of course by then the NHS was rationed so the 'D's were not allowed at all — which made our dying all the more terrible. But then the Pancras plague struck. A brand new plague as if a new and improved way of killing us. And Feralism appeared. And then the Afghan Black Tar Heroin flooding this country and every refugee camp by established Muslim criminal drug gangs started to feature flesh eating germs as if the flesh eating germs were being used to process the drugs to turn the drugs into new and improved killers."

"Are you implying we are not in control? Or that the Caliph is incompetent? Or that we are not doing our job?"

"No Sir but...." the Hunter stammered.

"The Pancras Plague was spawn from the medieval plague pits which were accidentally opened when the parks of London were converted into migrant camps. We cannot control the evil of this evil island. What is happening is beyond our control because it is EVIL. Contagious EVIL!"

"But then why didn't the Pancras Plague start in the parks which were ancient black plague pits?" the Hunter asked. He was not to be deterred. "And the Pancras Plague does not resemble the Black Plague Sir. And while the Hampstead Heath and Green Park and Hyde Park and Regent Park migrant camps kill with tuberculosis and typhoid and cholera and typus and flesh eating parasites from Syria and new and improved Smallpox. All because of the lakes of sewerage and mountains of garbage from hundreds of thousands of migrants who have never been immunized who were shoved into every conceivable open place and also Third World diseases like Ebola and AIDs and mutated drug resistant Syphilis which is now immune to magic bullets except for old fashion mercury and also black tar heroin which is contaminated by flesh eating germs the point I am trying to make is that the Pancras plague kills differently. And where did Feralism come from? Both Pancras and Feralism appears to be cocktail plagues no less than the Poisoned Mutton Plague which deliberately mimics the poison which killed Mo......"

".....Pancras started when the black plagues pits were accidentally opened! Everyone knows the parks of London are medieval plague pits!"

"Pancras started in one of the grossly over crowded migrant camps set up in the Pancras Terminal among the great masses of unwashed migrants huddled in their urine and feces and garbage. Yes! Yes! And then the Pancras plague spread from the terminal to the Underground. From there it was carried to each underground and transportation bastion in turn by panicked migrants. Carried along the Underground."

"Of course! That machine gun. Over there! Put it over there!"

"But Sir! The Pancras Plague thus conveniently scared everyone away from the Underground as well as the Portals to the Underground. So convenient! While shutting down transportation to trap us in the cities. To isolate each city we controlled. To prevent us from controlling the countryside which was rumored to be engaging in insurrections where we were outnumbered."

"We Muslims always stay in the cities. Never the countryside. Put the machine gun over there! The countryside is damp, dark, cold, isolated, and dangerous. The countryside is poor. Except for the annual jizya and kharaj and devshirme culling for sex slaves during the taking of 50% of the harvests with the tax officials taking their cut there is no reason to endure it. Or the Najis filth who lives there.

And the dole jizya is here. Dole entitlements are here to befit us in the lifestyle we require and deserve as the Best of Peoples. Riches are here to be culled by heroic Ghazi jihadists from the loathsome Najis filthy Harbi Kafirs who refuse to surrender to the domination of Islam as well as from the loathsome Najis filthy 'D's who are suspected of insurrection by conspiring to keep more than they are entitled under the Protocols of Omar as a conquered and groveling people. Per the Koran the conquered Kafir are only allowed to exist as a subjugated third class species of inferiors as long as they ENRICH THE BEST OF PEOPLES. Million pound council houses are here to be confiscated. Jahiliyyah alien barbaric pollution is here to be confiscated and purged and used to benefit migrants. Stores and businesses run by Kafirs are here to be taxed to benefit us as the Best of Peoples. The glory of the ex-capital city of the world's most notorious Kafir colonizer are here to be seized as if a cornucopia as retribution and reparations for the triumph of Islam. None of that is in the rural wastelands."

"'Kufr and Islam are opposed to each other. The progress of one is possible only at the expense of the other and co-existence between these two contrary faiths is unthinkable.... The Honor of Islam lies in insulting Kufr and Kafirs. One who respects Kafirs dishonors the Muslims..... The real purpose in levying jizya on them is to humiliate them so such an extent that, on account of fear of jizya, they may not be able to dress well and to live in grandeur. They should constantly remain terrified and trembling. It is intended to hold them under contempt and to uphold the honor and might of Islam.' The Great Sirhindi. One of the founders of the Army of Darkness we march as members of. And of course that translates into Ghazi Razzia. Culling the riches of the Kafir while destroy their Jahiliyyah while eradicating their Kufr. So the riches of any city are more logical to focus on. But that left the countryside under enforced except for 'reverts' among the Kafirs. And the isolated villages quietly murdered Muslims sent there to disburse the migrant camps. And since then they have been quietly engaging in quiet insurrection. And I don't think Dhimmi Dave's drive to disarm the population ever succeeded in the countryside where guns have always been seen as a human right."

"No Muslims ever wanted to stay in the rural wildernesses. It was not a question of weakness. It was a question of not desiring to endure the Najis filthy countrysi....No! No! Not there! Over there! Put the machine gun over there!"

"It is always easier to control a city. But Sir! The Pancras Plague was also carried to each national heritage jahiliyyah site as they were hastily and crudely converted to migrant camps because the notorious London rain and fog and increasing ice and sleet and then murderous hailstones made the open air camps hell on earth. Again so very convenient."

"Why? They were overcrowded and not built to house hundreds of thousand of migrants" the head of the Caliph's private army retorted.

"But the open air migrant camps did not see outbreaks of Pancras Plague Sir. The Morlocks were taking back their national heritage sites Sir. To them they were not symbols of disgusting Jahiliyyah alien barbaric pollution or loathsome Kufr but rather their pride as Britishers. Their identity as Britishers. If they could keep their pride and identity then they hoped someday to raise up and drive us out. Kill us all.

'Kufr and Islam are opposed to each other. The progress of one is possible only at the expense of the other and co-existence between these two contrary faiths is unthinkable.' Like the great Sirhindi some of the bloodied conquered realized the fundamental oppositeness which exists between Islam and the Unbelievers and Infidels. The polarity of untenable opposites. The world is not big enough for Islam and any other religions. The world is not big enough for the Best of Peoples blessed by Allah to dominate and rule the world and those who refuse to be dominated and ruled by Islam. Ultimately it must end with not only jihad and world war but genocide. One of the other. Don't you see Sir?

And while we tricked the cowardly Quislings among their leaders and especially their spineless religious leaders to cower and grovel in hope of surviving as loathsome 'D's the people, especially outside of the big cities controlled by useful idiots and manipulated Luvvies and Quislings and Loki Insider Traitors, the rank and file true blue British People realized the Great Betrayal and rebelled. And as long as they could keep some haram relics of their past and their identity they could hold on until they could rebel. Like the famous Victorian creations of Brunel and others which symbolized their damn Empire. And the Pancras Plague happened there first. Not generic steel skyscrapers. Not 'brutal post war architecture. Victorian and other historic symbols of their past. Their identity. Their empire. What it meant to once be British instead of simply loathsome 'Ds' cowering cravenly before their masters. Us."

"The trashed Jahiliyyah were plague pits. Open graves. Put the machine gun over there! And put that second machine gun over there. No! No! Over there!"

"Which the Morlocks refused to give up precisely because they were precious to them even if they there Jahiliyyah alien barbaric pollution to us Sir. If you move that machine gun over there Sir that could create a better cross fire. But the Pancras Plague kills differently does it not? And if it was a byproduct of the opening of the medieval black plague sites then why didn't the Pancras Plague start in the open air camps? Instead of the grand old Victorian portals to the Underground which the Morlocks wanted and needed to protect their Underground world.... and their identity..... their pride...... their hopes to re...."

"....Move that second machine gun over there! Look! The Morlocks are stupid Najis filthy creatures. Morlocks are just another form of Najis Monster. And the Harbi Rebels did not exist then. No Kafir or Shirk doctor would have broken his medical oath. They were too scrupulous. Unlike us! And no Harbi Kafir or Shirk has the ability to defy Allah. Certainly not some disgusting Morlock Najis Monster! Only Satan has the ability to defy Allah. Only Evil can defy the triumph of Islam to conquer and dominate and rule the world. This is EVIL! We are facing a holy war with EVIL!" The head of the Caliph's bodyguards shouted, exasperated at the Hunter.

"Pancras Plague started because we hastily crammed every single useless old Kafir building with migrants" the head of the Caliph's bodyguards retorted. "The open air camps were overflowing. Hundreds of thousands of migrants were pouring into this island. The EU quotas for migrants required by each EU country were being racketed up. We had to improvise camps everywhere. We were being overwhelmed. While the migrants were an all conquering army, an army without need for weapons, an army using the Kafir stupidity for charity and tolerance and humanness against them, they were also overwhelming us as well as the island. And the migrants were bringing every Third World disease and plague with them. And commingling diseases and plagues with every other camp so we could not establish quarantines. And the hundreds of thousands of migrants pouring into London every month and the millions pouring into London every year overwhelmed the sewers and befouled the places with their urine and feces and garbage and Third World diseases and plagues until they became contagious pools of contagion. A cocktail of death as you said. A miasma of death. The vapors accumulated in the foul stench in the inclosed places and turned noxious! Toxic! Viral!...."

"....We know the Birkeland Currents are filaments of magnetic plasma pulsating throughout the Universe as if neurons in a brain" the nervy scientific genius told the other geniuses as everyone clustered around his computer. "Neurons powered by Nebula like the Orion Nebula which is the closest and therefore the most powerful Nebula to our sun and solar system. The Birkeland Currents radiate across the Universe in a complex network of throbbing pulses of primal, celestial magnetism. Intertwined pulsating filaments of pure energy. Throbbing in complex 'bulge' or 'pinch' patterns of positives and negatives. Radiating filaments of cascading energy flowing across the Cosmos. The Orion Nebula is a distinctive red.

And throughout history Mankind has watched and drawn the Orion Nebula and with intuitive genius linked the Orion to the sun. As if a god or divine serpent empowering our sun." He brought up other screens of images of ancient and Renaissance artists conception of the Orion Nebula and its radiating filaments of cascading plasmas of Birkeland Current neurons ebbing across the sky and around the sun and around the earth.

"It is amazing how Renaissance artists especially started to draw the Birkeland Currents radiating out of the Orion Nebula in their quant pictures of the Bible. Look at that one there. It is an almost perfect match with the genuine article."

"Astronomers were staring to study the sky with telescopes so the images were literally coming into focus."

"Look at that wood print image there. A dead ringer for the Birkeland Currents radiating out of the Orion Nebula toward the earth."

"And that Tibet mosaic. It nails the Birkeland Current!"

"Amazing!"

"I did not realize how primitive scientists were laying the foundation for us!"

"And the Birkeland Currents have a celestial electric component" the nervy genius told the other geniuses. "They are a primal form of celestial power. The breath of God awakening life. 'As above. So below'."

"Every primitive scientist interpreted the cosmos in mythic and religious terms. But their intuition got it."

"And their intuition linked the Orion Nebula to our sun via the Birkeland Currents."

"Their intuition saying the sun was a plasma generator empowered by the all seeing eye of the Orion Nebula."

"Our sun is a plasma sun. One of our first research satellites sent out to explore the solar system in the 1970s proved that to everyone's amazement."

"Exactly!" the nervy genius said. "The Birkeland Currents are the most awesome power conceivable. It is almost beyond comprehension. It is as close to Godhood as a scientist can conceive. During solar eclipses of the sun we see Birkeland Currents pulsing outward from the sun. We see the visual manifestation of Birkeland Currents in the Auroras Borealis and Auroras Australis. We have only partially mapped the Birkeland Currents as they radiate out of the Cosmos and the Sun and as they radiate out of the geomagnetic fields of the Earth. The magnetosphere to the ionosphere." The geniuses clustered around the computer to study the complex images. "And scientists has theorized, and the 1970s satellite discoveries have confirmed, that the Sun is not a self generating ball of pure energy. Rather, the sun, like most of the suns of the Cosmos, are plasmatic generators powered by the Birkeland Currents neurons throbbing out of the pulsating Nebulas. So the Orion Nebula some theorized is the actual power source to our sun. That would explain the curious and terrifying coronal black holes on the surface of the sun as well as the ...."

".....11 / 22 year solar cycles of the sun which the 'butterfly' pattern of sun spots manifest."

"Which tell us when the sun is 'hibernating'."

"Which causes the cyclical weather patterns on earth known as climate."

"The Grand Solar Maximums and the Grand Solar Minimums."

"And all of the solar cycles with the sun. The 11/22 cycle. The 65 year cycle. The 200 De Vries cycle. Your 206 year cycle my dear John. The 350 year cycle. The Zharkova 407 Maunder to Maunder cycle."

"Also the Wheeler theories of cycles of 100, 170, 515, 1030 cycles"

"Or the hundred of thousands of years of the Milankovitch cycle from one massive ice age to another massive ice age. The cycles do not play out on a blank stage."

"Jupiter's gigantic northern polar magnetic vortex which is also effecting us certainly is being effected by the Birkeland Currents no less than our own volatile north polar magnetic vortex. Auroras occur along the North and South polar magnetic fields for a reason. Not like light pillars which are localized weather events indicating shocking freezing."

"So if the Birkeland Currents are empowering our sun and therefore causing the various complex cycles, then if we study the present Birkeland Currents ensnaring the gyrating magnetic poles of our planet we might be able to ascertain when the next Birkeland Current cycle might be generated to ascertain what sort of grand cycle our sun is in" the nervy genius told the other geniuses.

"Well the magnetic South Pole is somewhat settling down but the magnetic North Pole is gyrating manically as it wanders across the map. So the poles are definitely preparing to flip. The question is when. So the magnetic component of the Birkeland Currents are coiling about the wildly gyrating North Pole geomagnetic field." The geniuses studied the computer image of the computer interpreted whirls of magnetic fields radiating out of the migrating magnetic North Pole. The complex image of whirling and cascading patterns of magnetism seemingly too complex for mind or machine to interpret. "And with the sun in a Grand Solar Minimum its cosmic winds are subdued. So the full impact of solar and cosmic radiations are impaling the planet now that the planet's own magnetic 'shield' is also down. The Birkeland Currents are impacting us at full strength no less than the sun."

"And we know 'pinch' patterns of Birkeland Current plasma filaments behave differently from 'bulge' patterns."

"And we know 'pinch' is usually seen during warm cycles while 'bulge' patterns usually are seen during chaotic cycles....."

"......A disease? A convergence of diseases? A mutation of diseases commingling? I thought Darwin's theory of genetic mutation was haram?" the hunter asked. "The NHS overwhelmed by too many migrants with too many Third World diseases? A breakdown of sanitation? Too many migrants pouring into the cities from an open border policy of unlimited migration from the entire Islamic - African Southern Hemisphere..."

".....In order to deliberately import millions of heroic — if expendable — Surtr Jihadists to overwhelm the Great Satan! The Kafir West! To spread chaos and anarchy in the Kafir Dar ul Harb Abode of War. Unraveling social cohesion. Unleashing fear. Creating panic through destabilizing criminality as well as terrorism. Overwhelming law and order. Breaking down governmental control. Sabotaging central authority. Overloading the nation's infrastructure. Absorbing the nation's entire accumulated wealth amassed over a thousand years to force the country into cannibalizing its own assets to maintain an never ending deluge of migrants from a crisis without end. Bankrupting the nation. Economically devouring itself as it is devoured by millions and millions and millions and millions of migrants. As if wolves taking down a stag. As if hyenas taking down a lion.

Undermining the indigenous culture and values. Subverting the nation's identity. Deconstructing sanity. Gaslighting any grasp on reality. Spreading fear. Destroying the education system to destroy the children. Molesting and raping the children to abort the future of the enemy. Raping the women to procreate our spawn by force. All to weaken the prey as if a disease weakening the body's immunity system. Alienating and demoralizing the indigenous peoples. Crushing their will to fight. Crushing their will to survive. All in order to conquer the Christian Crusader's stronghold here in the Northern Hemisphere through unorthodox weapons the sophisticated and heavily militarized Kafirs possessed no defense against or ability to fight!

By using sheer over population as a weapon of war and conquest masquerading as a humanitarian crisis! That and the deliberate importation of Third World diseases which the evil Kafirs had no immunity against. Biological weapons of war. It was brilliant! The Migrant Crisis was the ultimate Trojan Horse! We breached the Kafir's defenses utterly and then waged the perfect war of anarchy and terror from within! Put that third machine gun over there! No! No! Over there!"

"...... Which the Caliph and Dhimmi Dave maintained after conquest for diverse reasons?" the hunter asked confused. " Kickbacks from people smugglers and slavers? Not EVIL then? Therefore we .... you .... the Caliph .... the authorities could have .... should have ....."

"We cannot fight EVIL! Only Allah can protect his Faithful from EVIL! The Pancras Plague is a symptom of EVIL! The Pancras plague was suckled by the vapors of the foul stench of oppressive darkness of the massive old bastions built over the foul depths. Highly virulent and highly contagious. Spawn from EVIL! Engendered from the essence of the sludge of Kufr! Noxious miasma generated from the Najis filthy depths! Poisonous fumes seeping up from the contaminated depths of the industrial Underground which we pure offspring of the cleansing deserts could not cope with! Oozing up from the fetid bowels of the Jahiliyyah pollution of the city which has accumulated over the centuries!

And we the Pure Faithful of the Ummah blessed by Allah possessed no impunity to such deadly filth! Such evil! Evil which the Kafirs could endue without symptoms which prove the contagion was EVIL! Kafir EVIL! Kufr! Najis! Jahiliyyah! Satanic! Seeping up from the depths of Hell itself! This ancient city's roots plunge down through the clay strata all the way to Hell! The portals of London are the portals to Hell and they are contagious with damnation! Put that machine gun over there!"

"Ok..." the hunter said. "But couldn't we have ..."

".....And as the few surviving migrants tried to flee the plague spawn from the depths of Hell they carried the Pancras plague with them! From migrant camp to migrant camp until they overwhelmed each indoor migrant camp in the Najis filthy portals to the noxious Underground and the Jahiliyyah polluted national heritage buildings and Kufr saturated national monuments. Leaving only the open places safe. Because the miasma which carries the plague cannot survive in the open air. And the hundreds of thousands of migrants who hurdle in lobbies and store fronts and stairwells on the surface of the city have more access to fresher air than the noxious depths because all of the windows are smashed to provide ventilation. Only the surface is safe because only the surface has ventilation. It is immaterial anyway! We are the creatures of warm sunlight! We are the masters of the surface! We dominate what matters! We rule what is worthy! Let monsters lurk in the befouled depths! Let EVIL fester and stew in the dark depths! That is where EVIL dwells! And only the vilest of creatures can endue such EVIL! Just as the sunny surface is where we dwell as the Best of Peoples!...."

"...... So what are you studying?" the eccentric lord said as he put away the shotgun and strolled over to survey the computer screen.

"We have decided to study the possibility of ascertaining the ice age cycle we are facing by studying the Milankovitch Cycles and the ..."

"... The Birkeland Currents" the lord said. "Birkeland Cloud formations. Auroras Borealis and Australis. I did a novel research with cigarette smoke" he added casually. The shock from the scientists was deafening. So the lord went to his computer and opened a file of high definition films recording the smoke waving up from a cigarette. "High definition. Special high speed recording which was then slowed down for computer analysis" the said as the scientists studied the surreal images of smoke coiling bizarrely at special speeds. "See the distinctive double helix energy flow with the downward negative counter clockwise coil and the upward positive clockwise coil? The coiling filaments twisting around each other? Emerging from the distinctive halo? Energy attracting matter? The clear plasma current patterns? The rotation pattern as the energy attracts matter and rotates it?"

"Amazing!"

"Look at the double helix! That nails the Birkeland!"

"Did you reproduce the aurora?"

"No. Nor the budge or pinch. But everything else with simple smoke and high definition high speed camera recordings which were then slowed down for the human eye to see. High energy clearly is present in the very air of earth. Not just in the magnetic atmosphere of the magnetic poles."

"Amazing!"

"We are trying to study the possibility that the Birkeland Currents originating from the Orion Nebula could contain explanations about the solar cycles in order to narrow down which cycle the sun is manifesting" one scientist said.

"And we should dissect the Milankovitch Cycles. Too" another scientist said as the lord opened a computer file on the Milankovitch cycles to show a cunning computer model of the complex sequence of cycles. "Eccentricity. The planet's ecliptic orbit as it morphs from almost interglacier circular to a extreme glacier ecliptic. It should not be happening. It is out of sync with the other Milankovitch cycles." The computer simulation showed a slow move of the planet earth from a benign interglacier nearly circular obit into the glacier ecliptic while the planet's tilt and wobble slowly moved into the 24.5 degree glacier position as the Northern Hemisphere moved the farthest away from the sun and the North Star and Vega switched. "The full convergence of all three Milankovitch cycles into a full blown glacier period is not due for thousands of years yet. But the rare gas giants planetary convergence is artificially creating obit glacier eccentricity and acute seasonal precession. The other cycles are moving into position. So artificially, all three Milankovitch Cycles are moving into convergence. The glacier convergence. We know the Milankovitch Cycles are the pacemaker of the ice age cycle. The ice age occurs when all of the Milankovitch cycles reach their nadir at the same time...."

"......But do the Eloi rule? Or do the Morlocks merely allow Eloi to pretend to rule?"

"Put the machine gun over there! Over there! Look! When we conquered this accurst Dar ul Harb abode of War we realized we would have to confront two thousand years of concentrated Najis Filth and Jahiliyyah alien barbaric pollution and unspeakably evil Kufr malevolence and Pagan Shirk Depravity spawn from centuries of historic evil which saturate this evil island of evil Kafirs and contaminates the depths of the city! Until our heroic firemen an burn the EVIL away and Allah blesses our conquest we are bound to be afflicted! All aided and abetted by evil plots by the depraved Jews and degenerate Freemasons and ...."

"..... So if it is EVIL we are helpless to stop it" the Hunter replied. "Only Allah can stop it. So why isn't Allah stopping the triumph of EVIL as we are overwhelmed as once we overwhelmed?"

"Are you a heretic Brother of the One True Faith? No! You there! That machine gun needs to be mounted in that tower over there! To create a crossfire if the Harbi.... I don't have time to debate with you! Don't you see I am busy?"

That normally was a kiss of death but the Hunter was not to be deterred. "If Pancras was man made by our very human Harbi enemies we can fight it Sir. If Pancras is a weapon of war being used against us we can predict how the Morlocks are waging war with it. Then it is simply an unorthodox weapon of war the same way we used gross over population and Third World diseases and criminality and chaos and anarchy and terrorism as unorthodox weapons of war masquerading as a humanitarian crisis. This could be an unorthodox weapon of war masquerading as a plague. A plague weapon of war being used on the battlefield. The battlefield of London. Used to get the high ground which any battle requires. Or in this case the Underground. Underground London.

First the Underground. The plague hit there first. And London has great underground depths. A virtual city under a city. Then the portals to Underground London as the Pancras Plague spread so conveniently as if possessing a military mind. Then to the crucial pieces of real estate. The plague being amazingly selective. Then to the strategic high ground. To be exact the best places to mount soldiers to shoot down. All while shutting down transportation to trap us in the city. All while seizing the best infrastructure which is always in the depths. All while building up a bastion we cannot assault. All while driving the Ummah out of defensible places into the open where we can be shot at. Eloi without even a pleasure dome to cower inside when the shooting starts. Unlike Buckingham Fortress. You are doubling your defenses I see. Here and The Tower Fortress. But the rest of the surface of London has no such surface defenses or bastions for the Faithful Sir!..."

"I suggest we split into two research groups" the eccentric lord told the scientists. "One group to study possible cycles of the Birkeland Currents. One group to study Milankovitch Cycle...."

"...... Right!" the Sikh tank commander told his civilian soldiers. "Deploy around Bath as I have marked on your maps. "The Chimes will toll at Midnight! Tonight we are taking back out nation!...."

"... Right!" the middle aged Anarchist said to his second in command. "The haunted hotel is over there. That is the rendezvous I picked."

"Oh Wolfey the Magnificent!" the Gay retorted as he rolled his eyes. "A haunted hotel?"

"Oh it is haunted! Really! Davy showed it to me long ago! He even introduced me to some of the ghosts! Well! Whisperings of ghosts!"

"And you decided a haunted hotel would be an ideal rendezvous for your brigade of Anarchists?" the Gay laughed.

"The best rendezvous!" Wolfe replied. "On account that it is haunted! So the Eloi are terrified of it!" he added as he gestured to the towering, abandoned, block long edifice. "Davy told me he had an agreement with the ghosts. He got the Lobby and Bar. They got the subterranean bowels and the ballroom! Don't laugh! I will have you know Davy was an expert in the paranormal!"

"Well then! Lead on oh Great and Terrible Wolfey!" the Gay said as they crept through the deepening shadows toward the massive abandoned hotel behind rusty razor wire and Pancras Plague signs of skulls and crossbones.

"Please use my military title when others are present!" Wolfe protested. "Respect the uniform if not the man!"

"You don't have an uniform and I not only respect you! I adore you!" the Gay laughed as Wolfe grimaced. The solid, middle aged man was uncomfortable with the openly Gay second in command. "For an Anarchist you are such a middle class icon of respectability my poor dear old Wolfey!"

"I am not old! Yet! Middle age has ambushed me! I admit! I became an Anarchist when my middle class family betrayed me" he retorted as they slipped through the rusty wire. "I planned to become a veterinary."

"A veterinary!"

"Don't scoff!" Wolfe insisted." I happen to love dogs! Cats! Birds! Bunny Rabbits! Wounded and vulnerable wild things which cannot defend themselves and are hurt by abusive humans! I dreamed of being a heroic veterinary since the age of five!"

"I cannot see you as an heroic veterinary oh Great and Terrible Wolfey!"

"We all dreamed dreams of normalcy which the Great Betrayal aborted" Wolfe said. "Like Sundays in the park laying on the grass listening to records of old operas! The sun warm. The grass lush. The soprano exquisite. The baritone lyric. 'Pelleas Et Melisande'" The two soldiers slipped into the empty hotel. The lobby golden with reflected sunset lights shimmering through the broken revolving door. The Art Deco decor momentarily glowing.

"You act as if you expected someone to be here or Great and Terrible Wolfey!"

The middle aged Anarchist smiled a sad smile. "'I have never seen such hair as yours! See! See!" he half sang. "'Though it comes from so high it floods over me as if to the heart! And it is so sweet! So sweet! As though it fell from Heaven! I can no longer see the sky through your locks! My hands can no longer hold it all! Your locks are like love birds in my hands and they love me more than you love me! Even if you do not love me your hair loves me! Do you hear my kisses? I am kissing your hair...'"

"Whose hair?" the Gay whispered softly.

"His hair...."

".....And we can't fight back if we deny what is happening Sir? We can't fight back if we don't realize the counter attack has already started. We can't fight back if we refuse to recognize unorthodox weapons of guerrilla war. We can't fight back if we can't recognize that what is happening are symptoms of resistence. Not diseases. Resistence. Armed resistence. The Resistance about to mount the long anticipated counter attack. A weapon crafted and used by the Harbi Resistence. A weapon predicting the long anticipated counter attack. That machine gun should go over there to create a cross fire for that end of the fortress Sir."

"I don't have time for your nonsense!" the head of the Caliph's bodyguard retorted.

"Sir!" the Hunter protested. "We conquered the West by making it impossible for the Westerners to understand not only how we were waging war against them. But that we even were waging war against them. That prevented them from fighting back. It allowed us to win. The Loki Insider Traitors, our secret Reverts, as well as their stooges and useful idiots and Quislings all deliberately prevented all rational discussion of the perfectly obvious war we were waging. Politically correct Group Think denied the reality of war we were waging. And our propagandists the Four Ps masqueraded the war we were waging as a humanitarian crisis. Our Quislings painted us as victims instead of Jihadists. Our Loki Insider Traitors tricked the West into opening their borders to us. A Trojan Horse invasion. Marching in by the millions. Men of War Age with a few fig leafs of females and children. Our useful idiots prevented all discussion of the possibility of Islamic conquest by labeling all rational warnings of our invasion as 'racism' and 'bigotry' and 'Islamophobia. We used the West's own idealism and naivete and guilt against them. We paralyzed our enemies. That allowed us to not only wage war with full immunity but win the war. We conquered the Western Northern Hemisphere almost without firing a shot!

But what if the Harbi has taken a leaf from our own manual of unorthodox warfare and is using it against us? If this is the long anticipated counter attack then they will shroud it in the same paralyzing deceit we used to shroud our war. They will use deceit the same way we used deceit. They will use psychology the same way we used psychology. Using our pathological weaknesses and phobias and insecurities and fears against us the same way we used the weaknesses of the West against them...."

The eccentric Irishman slung the rifle over one shoulder and picked up his traditional Irish club. His green beret with a feather was pulled low over his greying hair. The snow frosting his untrimmed beard. "Right boyos!" he told the scared English farmers. "I am here to lead you boyos in the battle of Fern Glen!"

"Why is an Irishman here to lead us?" a gaunt farmer asked the extraordinary old Irishman in his heavy fur trimmed cap and kilt as if a vision out of the Dark Ages. "And that damn kilt means you are crazy!"

"Aye but that means I will help you wage crazy war on the enemy who won't be expecting crazy war!" the Irishman said as he brandished his club. "And I am wearing long johns under my kilt! And boots! What was good enough for my ancestors in their wars against the Vikings is good enough for the inbred Jihadists holed up in that strategic outpost we have to take tonight!" The gaunt English farmers stared at him incredulous. "I came over here from Ireland with a crazy bugger called Piers Corbyn! Out of hiding! Me helping him reach a rendezvous in a middle of a blizzard with Jihadi Hunters on our trail! Him with a price on his head! Death for heresy! To help the crazy old weatherman rendezvous with a mad bugger called Viscount Lord Monckton who has been known to wear a kilt to two himself in his heyday!

And what I story that was! A crazy old weatherman! A crazy old Irishman! A crazy old lord! A crazy young anarchist named Wolfe! And a crazy young renegade Mo named David! A fireman of all things! Oh what a grand crazy adventure that was! And after we take them damn Mos there I will share my hip flask of illegal Irish whiskey with you and regale you with the tale! But now I am leading you into battle! You have to trust me! We are going to win because we are waging none conventional warfare! Non linear warfare! We are deconstructing sanity and playing with their minds!"

"How?"

"With magic!" the fey old Irishman replied as he tapped the side of his nose with one finger. "Aye! Aye!

They used trash magic against us! Performance art as I call it! Through their Luvvies and useful idiots! To fuck with our minds! To undermine our grasp on reality! On sanity! To hypnotize us with their antics! Like that there Lady Gaga with her meat couture and fascist Nazi togs when helping Big Sis the biggest Nazi since Merkel the Stasti! They bedazzled us and gaslighted us! Until we could not tell fantasy from reality! Then they lunged for our jugulars! But tonight boyos we will turn the tables on them and bedazzle them into chaos and madness! With real magic! Druid magic! The real occult! Not the trash Podesta and Gaga engaged in with their spirit cooking and theater black magic! The real magic! Ancient magic! And then boyos we will lung for their jugulars ...."

".....This shroud of deceit is that the Pancras Plague is an incarnation of that which paralyzes us Sir! Our pathological fear of ritual Untouchable Najis Filth and the evil of Kufr and Jahiliyyah alien barbaric pollution and Pagan Shirk depravity. And also our passive fatalism when faced with religious or even practical crises. Saying 'Allah willing' while waiting for miracles. If it is simply religious EVIL we are paralyzed. We cannot fight back against religious EVIL. We are helpless. Reduced to saying Allah willing. Reduced to praying. Reduced to waiting for a miracle as war is being waged upon us."

"I don't have time for this! Erect that machine gun tower over there to buttress the entrance!"

"Sir. We were on the cusp of victory in our first Conquest of the West. Remember Sir? 732. Tours. Waged on the centennial of the declaration of war by The Prophet, Peace be upon him, upon the Christians and Zoroastrians of the Levant and Europe in 632. We were on the cusp of victory Sir. The whole of the South East Levant having totally surrendered to us. The Mediterranean our battlefield to assault the Late Hellene Classical World and bring the Kafirs to their knees. Spain and Italy and South Europe buckling under crippling assaults. The Unbelievers and Infidels bleeding and dying by the millions. We were on the cusp of victory in 732. And then the accurst Harbi rose up from their bleeding knees and cut us down. Battle by battle. They fought back until they drove Islam out of Europe and purged the Northern West Levant of all Muslims all the way to Turkish Istanbul. Then they assault every Barbary Jihadist in the Mediterranean until they brought us to our knees.

Remember Sir? First the barbaric European Harbi Kafirs retreated. They retrenched. They regrouped. They plotted their resistence. Then they fought back. And they drove us out. They used the Crusades in the heart of our conquest of the South East Levant to stall our blitzing assault upon them to buy time to regroup and counter our attacks. They used our ruthlessness in war against us. They became as ruthless as us. They navigated around our strongholds and circumnavigated around our perimeters and highjacked the riches of the Silk Road and Monsoon Trade to bankrupt us. They invented endless weapons against us. And they triumphed over us. This could be our version of Tours. This could be our Tours 9/11!...."

The Jihadists shivered as they huddled together in the improvised military outpost on the crucial bridge over the crucial river. The fire was impotent to ward off the snow flurries alternating with a sinister technicolor sunset. A putrid smear of abnormal green covered the sky between ragged tears of oppressive clouds."It is so cold! It is so cold! One Jihadi whimpered. "I have never known such cold!"

"The river is still frozen! Or all but frozen! The ice grinding together! The wind howling! The naked trees thrashing as if the bony talons of demons! And wild things are rustling in the undergrowth!"

"I don't like being here! Outside of the city! Outside of our strongholds! We are outnumbered here!"

"Our machine guns outnumber any starving Harbi!"

"Why were we drafted to guard this desolate spot? I never knew snow like this in Somalia!"

"We will freeze to death! It never snowed like this in Nigeria!"

"Wolves! Howling! Did you hear it? Did you hear it? Howling! I never knew wolves in Morocco!"

"I hear them! Did you hear them! I heard them! Wolves! Wolves!"

"Just foxes!"

"Well foxes are just as bad! They will tear your guts out!"

"And peck out your eyes!"

"Those are ravens! Ravens can't kill a man! Only eat his carcass!"

"I knew evil had come when I saw a freak snow storm powder the Jahiliyyah Sphinx with snow! And when the Faithful tried to blow it up because it was cursing the Faithful the Jahiliyyah refused to die. So I sold my females into slavery to flee here! Everyone said this place was paved in gold! Riches for everyone to take! But all I found was starvation and such coldness! Either nonstop rain or nonstop sleet or nonstop ice or nonstop hail or nonstop snow! Why did I come here? Why did I come here?"

"We are UN Blue Helmets!" the commanding officer told his fifteen heavily armed men. "We go where we are paid to go and we kill who we are paid to kill!"

"But our ammo is being rationed now! What good is a machine gun when you are forced to ration your ammo!"

"What good is this stone building? It can't keep us warm!"

"It was a toll house. We have to control this bridge over the river! There are rumors of a counter attack! We can't allow them to cross the river! Then the road to Manchester is open!"

"There is no Manchester left!"

"Manchester has fallen!"

"Manchester is just off line!"

"Manchester is dead! Frozen! And we will be frozen too!"

"We just need to keep the fire going!"

"We are running out of wood!"

"We will freeze to death!"

"What is that? What is that?"

"Do you hear that? Do you hear that?"

"Wild animals! Wolves!"

"Wolves! Wolves! I see their red eyes staring down the bridge at us!"

"I see them too! I see them too! Glowing red eyes!"

"Howling! Howling! Howling for our blood!"

"There are no wild animals! There are no wolves! We have to hold this bridge!"

"There are wild animals! Don't you hear them! Rustling in the undergrowth! All around us! Don't you hear them! There! There! Over there! Its red eyes glaring at us! See it slinking across the snow! Over there! A wolf! A wolf! See it! See it! Allah! And over there! Over there! Things creeping in the growing shadows! Slinking in the undergrowth! Over there! Over there! And there! And there! The wild animals are encircling us! To devour us!"

"There are no wild animals! This medieval toll house is solid stone! The bridge is solid stone! We have to hold the bridge! We have the machine guns! No one can attack us when we have the machine guns!...."

".....This is not 9/11! It is not 9/11. Put that machine gun over there! It is March something or other."

"The Ides of March. To be exact Saint David's Day Sir. Which is worrisome. The symbolism I mean."

"Put that machine gun over there! I don't have time for this! Put the machine gun over there!"

"But the spread of the Pancras plague Sir! Wasn't it odd? If it is something other than a calculated weapon of war why was it so strategic?" the Hunter insisted. He was not to be deterred. "Or even if it was paranormal it was deployed as if an unconventional weapon of war. Why did it spread only among closed places? Victorian and Edwardian bastions which control the Underground or strategic locations of the surface? Famous historical buildings of Kafir heritage and nationalism? Imperial governmental buildings of Kafir pride and authority? Symbols of Kafir triumph, domination, and rule? Buildings of Kafir national or cultural identity? Strategic buildings...."

"........We can't stay here!" Jihadists shouted to their mercenary commander.

"This is a stout medieval toll house! It is safer here than to be caught in the open as light fades and twilight plays tricks with your mind!"

"But look at the walls of this old place! There! There! See the carvings! Staring down at us! Haram carvings! Of demons!"

"Angels! They are guardian angels!"

"No! No! All carvings are haram! Forbidden! And anything carved by the Kafir is Jahiliyyah alien barbaric pollution! This is a haram place! An evil place!"

"It is Kufr! It is Kufr!"

"It is just some old Kafir toll house! But one the Kafirs need to cross the river! We have to stop them crossing the river! We have to protect the road to Manchester!"

"There is no Manchester! Not any more! No one has hear a pip out of Manchester for nearly a month now! Manchester is as silent as the grave!"

"Over there! Over there! See it! Allah! A wolf! Its red eyes glowing! See it! A wolf! Allah! Standing brazenly on the other end of the bridge! Staring at us!"

"It is a shadow! A trick of the sunset!"

"It is there! It is there! At the far end of the stone bridge! In a golden pool of light! The sunset reflecting off its fur frosted with ice! Its foul breath steaming in the cold air!"

"Allah save us!"

"If we stay here we are safe! We just have to prevent anyone crossing this bridge!"

"But the toll house is haunted!"

"So is the bridge! See the evil haram!"

"It is the ancient medieval writing of the toll charges to be exacted by the toll master!"

"Boko haram! Boko haram!"

"See that wolf! It's not moving! It is brazen! Fearless! It is just staring at us! With glowing red eyes!"

"Bathed in the golden sunset as if a halo!"

"Its eyes blood red!"

"The steam of its foul breath filling the air!"

"Its fur frosted with ice!"

"It is just some wild najis filthy dog!"

"It is a wolf! It is a wolf!"

"See its glowing red eyes!"

"We have to hold this medieval toll house! The enemy needs it! We have to hold it! The enemy needs it to defeat us..."

"..... Why did Pancras Plague only ooze out of ancient Kafir buildings the Kafirs needed to reconquer London?" the Hunter insisted. "Ancient Kafir buildings the Kafirs needed to cling to in order to preserve their identity. To reaffirm their determination. To use like magic against us. For magic is illusive! Sometimes an ancient symbol can become magical if it becomes an icon of resistence. And sometimes a symbol can become a shield wall behind which the enemy can amass. A symbol the enemy can use to buttress their counter attack!...."

"......The hated Normans built this toll bridge to rule the conquered Saxons. To impose their will on the subjugated! It is stout! Invincible! If we stay here no one can budge us! It would be suicide for the enemy to try to charge down that narrow stone bridge toward us! This is a symbol of conquest! Of will! Of domination!"

"It is evil! It is cursed! See the evil carvings there! There! Over there!"

"Medieval jahilyyah barbaric pollution! Just carvings!"

"And letters! See! See! Letters!"

"So bored Norman soldiers carved their names!"

"It is boko haram!"

"It is graffiti!"

"The wolf is just standing there at the far end of the bridge! Staring at us with its red glowing eyes!"

"Then take a pot shot at it!"

The terrified Somali opened the stout wooden door and stood in the doorjamb as he pulled up his machine gun. He let off a fierce rat-tat-tat. And the wolf ...... simply ...... snarled. Immune! The terrified Somali dropped the machine gun in terror. At that very moment he fell down stone cold dead!...

".....Ancient Kafir buildings needed for the Kafir Restoration. Don't you see Sir? The Pancras Plague only oozed out of building the Kafirs loved so very much. Buildings the Morlocks loved so much. Particular buildings. Very particular buildings. Not 1950s 'brutal architecture monstrosities or historically insignificant hunks or even edifices like the Shard. Though it burned very mysteriously to deprive us of the chance to triumph over the Kafirs and glory in their debasement. Massive terminals and bastions of historic significance or national identity or industrial needfulness or future needfulness else buildings built over portals to the Underground or with deep subterranean roots in the Underground. As if the ..... Morlocks. ..... were very deliberately selecting the epicenters of the lethal new plague!...."

".....Allah! Have mercy!" the Jihadists screamed as they backed away from the dead man fallen backward to the ground. His eyes still wide open. Staring. Stone cold dead. Then the terrified Jihadists shoved the corpse out and slammed and barricaded the door. Then they backed away to the far wall..... as the setting sun glittered off the sinister carvings and graffiti which adored the old medieval walls.....

"....The miserable 'D's have not the capacity to fight back!" the commander of the Caliph's bodyguards retorted. "The Four Ps have completely surrendered to us! The useful idiots are cowering before us! The Quislings have handing everything over to us as if on silver platters! Kowtowing as they do so! Groveling! Kissing our dirty trainers on their hands and knees! Feeling the shame of conquest as all filthy Dhimmis must be made to feel! To feel subdued and conquered and degraded and humiliated! As is right and proper! The Loki Insider Traitors have the English by their balls! Dhimmi Dave castrated all resistence! No one is capable of withstanding our conquest! The Great Displacement is effortlessly moving into the second phase of the Great Replacement which is now effortlessly moving into the third phase of the Great Erasure! There is no more Great Britain! There is only Dar ul Islamic Anglestan! And Dar ul Islamic Eurobia!..."

"We are trapped in this jahiliyyah barbaric pollution!"

"The demons on the walls are staring down on us!"

"To hex us!"

"To curse us!"

"We are trapped in this haram! Haram! Haram!"

"Those letters carved into the walls could be hexes! Curses! Blasphemies!"

"The light is turning blood red in here!"

"As if blood!"

"Allah has forsaken us!"

The commanding officer of the UN Blue Helmet mercenaries peered out of the barred window. I did not hear a shot! But something felled the moron! Blood is oozing out of his forehead! Air gun? Air gun? The Najis filthy 'D's can't be fighting back! They would not dare! Harbi from Wales! That's it! Harbi from Wales! We have to hold the bridge! We can't let them pass! Why isn't that damn dog moving! It is still just standing here! At the far end of the bridge! Bathed in the golden halo of the sunset! Fearless! As if possessed! As if a hell hound of Satan! I thought the Revert in control of this district ordered all dogs killed no less than pigs! Why isn't it afraid of us? Stop cowering over there! Why isn't it afraid of us? Why isn't anyone afraid of us?...."

"......And now we are erasing and eradicating all Najis Filth and Kufr depravity and Pagan Shirk and Jahiliyyah alien barbaric pollution as well as everything which identifies and defines and celebrates and glorifies the Najis filthy Kafirs" the commander of the Caliph's bodyguards told the Hunter. "We are disarming their magic the way we disarmed their weapons! They have no magic to fight back! Nor the will! We have won! We are liquidating the last vestiges of the Najis filthy Kafirs. We are eradicating their history. Their culture. Their churches. Their monuments. Their graves. Their tombs. Their arts and humanities. Their achievements. Their language. Their laws. Their values. Their ideals. Everything which gave them identity. Without identity, national identity, cultural identity, religious identity, biological identity, no tribe or species can survive! Which is why our Loki Insider Traitors along the Four Ps attacked identity first. As if acid. To dissolve all sense of identity.

All while implanting self loathing and irrational, suicidal guilt, so the Kafirs would not only passively allow themselves to be liquidated, they would embrace their genocide. They would enthusiastically dig their own Medina Trench and jump in and kill themselves to save us the trouble of doing anything other than ordering the few remaining sexual slaves to shove the dirt over their corpses. Reenacting the Medina Massacre! The few remaining sexual slaves being the delusional so-called 'Feminists' who aided and abetted their own sexual rape and degradation and enslavement at the brown hands of the Muslim Males of War Age they so shamelessly adored even at the cost of their own destruction! We have won! They can't mount a counter attack! We have won! What part of winning don't you understand?"

"Maybe the enemy doesn't know that we have won and they have lost" the Hunter retorted. "Maybe no one told them they were utterly defeated. Maybe they are the scion of the Crusaders who kicked our collective arse back when. Unlike the groveling 'D's we conquered in the East and South Levant. Remember? After 400 years of relentless brutalizing conquest by us the Kafirs of the North and West Levant and Europe rose up and fought back! Even here! When our slave ships assaulted Kent in the Dark Ages! They refused to admit defeat! They fought back!...."

"....Why aren't they afraid of us anymore?" the commander of the UN Blue Helmets whispered. Stop cowering over there!"

"Allah! The carvings of the demons are moving! See! See! Over there! And over there! The stone demons are moving!"

"The demons are moving! The demons are moving!"

"It is the creeping shadows of the twilight moving across the stone wall!"

"The walls are blood red!"

"It is the sunset you damn fools!"

"There is something on the roof! Hear them! Hear them! Demons are scampering across the roof! Allah!"

"Hear the sounds! Hear the sounds! They are all around us!"

"They couldn't have crossed the stone bridge without us seeing them!"

"They have us surrounded!"

We are trapped in here!"

"We are safe in here!"

"Here the sounds! Here the sounds! Above us! Around us!"

"Blood! Blood! Blood!"

"The fire is going out! The fire is going out!"

"We will be trapped here in the darkness!"

"The Wolf is howling! The Wolves are howling!...."

"..... It is not possible!" the commander of the Caliph's guards told the Hunter. "We have crushed them utterly! How wise the Identitarians were to say this clash of civilizations would be between Ideology versus Identity. The Loki Insider Traitors used warped and suicidal Regressive Left Ideology to destroy Western Identity while turning 'Whiteness' and 'Britishness' and 'Christianity' and 'Nationalism' into the ultimate loathing. The ultimate incarnation of evil. The ultimate manifestation of the evil of Kufr. The ultimate monstrosity requiring genocide. Voluntary genocide. And now the genocide of the British and especially the White British people is almost complete! Now we are erasing and eradicating everything 'English' and 'Scottish' and 'Welsh' and 'British' out of Dar ul Islamic Anglestan. Anglestan is being totally Islamized!" the head of the body guards all but shouted back exasperated at the denseness of the Hunter. "The Kafirs are defeated! They can't fight back! We have conquered them! Displaced them! Replaced them! And we are erasing them! Put the machine gun over there! Where are the shoulder missile launchers?"

"But Sir! The Pancras Plague couldn't have been so sentient!"

"Once we exterminate the Najis and liquidate the Shirk and burn the Jahiliyyah and sterilize the Kufr the symptoms of EVIL, Pancras Plague, will vanished and Allah will bless us! And Anglestan will be a paradise! It will be warm again! The ice and snow will retreat! There will be food and riches again! And Allah will bless us! Where are the shoulder missile launchers?..."

"....We have to make a break for it!" the hysterical Jihadists screamed at their commander.

"Don't be fools! We are safe here! Out there you would be sitting ducks! They can't get us in here!"

"They are on the roof! They have us surrounded!"

"Look! Look! The demons carved into the wall! Their eyes! Their eyes are glowing golden! Their eyes have opened! The stone demons are alive!"

"No! No! Stop screaming! Let me think!"

"Let us go! We have to make a run for it!"

"I will shoot any deserter!"

"The eyes! The eyes! The eyes!...."

"....But Sir! Sir! Miasma has been debunked as far as being able to carry typhoid and cholera and Yellow Fever so how can it carry Pancras Plague?" the Hunter insisted. He was not to be deterred. "There has to be a reasonable explanation for the Pancras Plague! A logical...."

".....Three million corpses are enough to scare anyone away! Move the missile launcher over there! The Pancras is the Plague of EVIL! EVIL! You can't fight evil! You can't reason EVIL away!....."

"...Get out of our way! We are making a break for it!"

"Over my dead body! Deserters!"

The terrified Jihadists lunged for their commander and hacked him to pieces. Then they throw open the stout door and jumped over the corpse of their compatriot to run down the stone bridge. But the Wolf was unmoving at the far end of the stone bridge. And it growled feral at them as it slowly marched toward them. The setting sun reflecting off its ice frosted fur. Its red eyes glowing. And as the monstrous thing marched toward them the jihadists ran back only to find the stout door to the toll house slammed shut! So the terrified African Muslims jumped up on the stone walls of the narrow bridge.

"We can jump down to the ice!"

"No we can't!"

"It is the only way to escape!"

"Jumping? Onto the ice?"

"If the loathsome 'D's used to ice skate on the ice we can jump down on the ice!"

"But what if it breaks?"

"The wolf! The wolf! It is about to lung for us!"

"Jump! Jump! Jump!"

So the Jihadists desperately jumped down onto the ice as it grinded against the old stone bridge. And as they jumped the ice cracked beneath them. And they fell into the icy water roaring under the ice. The wolf jumped up on the stone wall and stared down as the screaming Jihadists clawed at the ice as they were sucked under the ice by the freezing current of the river. The sun reflecting off its golden eyes.....

"....EVIL is spawn from the dark and noxious depths!. A miasma of death! Pancras Plague is the very breath of Satan! Invisible! But deadly! Clammy in its EVIL! It kills! And it kills still! Because it is spawn from EVIL! And corpses always festoon the portals to the depths. Just breathing the vapors of the depths kills. And anyone who dares to go near, much less explore, the dark depths or else breathe the foul vapors oozing up from the concealed dark places infested by centuries of Kufr and Shirk and Najis and Jahiliyyah dies of the plague. Of the Pancras plague. Or else is found devoured!...."

"We did it! The damn fools jumped to their deaths!" The gaunt English ran up the stone bridge as the fey Irishman stood on the wall. The golden sun dancing off his ice frosted beard and ruffling the fur of his cape. As if casting a golden halo over his strangely alien, medieval silhouette. On the roof of the medieval toll house the bold little boys applauded. Other boys opened the stout door and laughed at their role in the trick played on the invaders. The descendants of Saxons defeating their new conquerors the same way they defeated their Norman conquerors. With rural cunning. The gaunt English leaned over the stone bridge and watched the ice close over the icy tomb of their enemies.

One farmer checked his air rifle and then walked over to his victim. "Perfect shot to his forehead!"

"Non Linear warfare" the Irishman said nonchalantly as he jumped down from the wall of the old stone bridge. "I timed it to stand in the reflection of the sun as if a fey mirage of some medieval ghost. The sun reflecting off my eyes as if a demon come to fell them! And as I discombobulated them while you chaps howled like wolves your plucky children climbed under the stone bridge and then climbed up the back of the toll bridge to make demonic noises on the roof!"

"Like we told you! We are the scion of the Saxons who defied the occupying Normans" other English farmer said. "As we told you. Our ancient enemy built this damn bridge to torment us. But our ancestors figured out how to scamper underneath it. Using toeholds in the crude stones. Everyone one of us, as children, use to play the old game!"

"Aye! And in the grand old days as children we would play siege! And to make the game better we placed glass in the eyes of the old cravings to reflect the sun at sunset. And the best prize went to the boldest to climb up on the roof and stomp and howl and pour water down the chimney to put out the fire! It was a fun game! But it had to be timed just right!"

"Aye! At Hallowe'en we used to play siege with the Devil! Throwing pumpkins at the opposing side trying to take the bridge! Everyone throwing pumpkins or eggs at each other!"

"Aye but where is your dog Mister?" the boys said as they climbed down the roof of the old toll house to come up to the fey Irishman.

"What dog?" the gaunt farmer with the air rifle said. "We were making wolf howls but we saw no dog. Only the terror of the Mos as we played on their superstitions with our Hallowe'en traditions. As you say Sheridan. Magic. Of a sort."

"But from the roof we saw a dog" the boys said. "A great dog. Where the Irishman was standing in the reflection of the setting sun. A dog as if a wolf."

A boy came up to the Irishman and reached up and ruffled the wild fur on his cape. "A wolf with fur like that skin you wear."

The Irishman chuckled as he pulled out his hip flask and drank from it. "Wolfbane" he said casually. "Wolfbane whiskey. Does anyone want a sip?" But for some reason the English declined.....

".....Great parts of their corpses were found eaten!" the commander of the Caliph's bodyguards told the Hunter. "Eaten! As if Najis Monsters were ..... are ..... feeding off us! As if the Dire Wolf Fenrir is devouring us! And the Dogs of War of Garmr are feasting off us! Najis filthy, Shirk infested, Jahiliyyah polluted, Kufr besmirched Monsters of the Depths creeping out of the foul depths to consume us! Having nothing else to devour the Monsters of the Depths are devouring us! Monstrous mutants spawn from the foul subterranean depths tainted with industrial pollution and warped and mutated by exposure to Najis and Kufr and Shirk and Jahiliyyah and every form of Evil and Hell bound damnation! Monsters of the depths who have mutated into the vilest of creatures! Like foul human rats or disgusting cockroaches! Loathsome vermin! Subhuman! Worse than Najis filthy pigs and dogs! Worse than gibbering monkeys or apes! The worse Najis of all! Demon dogs! Slithering up from the foul depths! Scurrying up from the hidden dark places! Creeping around in the shadows after sunset! Monsters spawn in EVIL! And the Monsters of the Depths are devouring us!....."

".....So let me regale you with my extraordinary tale as we wait for the Welsh Guards to come to take control of this here ancient bridge" the Irishman said as he drank his whiskey. The snow flurries dusting the wolf skin of his cape. The ice frosting his wild beard. The setting sun reflecting off his strange grey eyes. Turning them golden with a glean of red.

"So are you a real genuine Druid Mr Sheridan Sir?" the boys asked as everyone made themselves at home in the stout toll house. One boy feeding the fire. The other boys clustering around the wild Irishman as the adults stood more warily to one side.

"Are you a Berserker?"

"Or a hypnotist?"

"You scared that one Somali shitless! He was shaking so badly he could not have hit the side of a barn door!"

"You have to be Druid!"

"Aye!" the wild Irishman laughed. "As close to a genuine Druid as if possible today..."

"......Or else the bones of the victims of the Monsters of the Depths are found stacked up" the head of the guards told the Hunter. "Arranged in grisly taboo ways. Or else arranged as haram warnings. Warnings of death for anyone who dares explore the depths or abandoned places infested by evil. By them! The Najis Monsters!"

"You mean the Morlocks Sir? For everyone knows the Morlocks lurk in the darkness and the depths no less than the Najis Monsters. But unlike Najis Monsters the Morlocks are sentient. Evil. Sure. Hell bound deviant. Sure. Hideous. Sure. But sentient. Cunning. Plotting. Waging covert war against us. To undermine our triumph. To foil our victory. It is hard to believe the Morlocks and the 'D's are one and the same."

"They aren't the same! No loathsome 'D' has the fearless evil to be a Morlock!"

"But..."

"They are Najis mutants! They are Najis monsters! Spawn of Najis. Born in Najis! Living in Najis! Mutated from Najis! Only capable of living in Najis! Toxic Najis! Poisoned by Shirk! Seeped in Jahiliyyah! And besmirched by Kufr! Hell bound deviants! Pure evil! Allergic to Purity! Abhorrent to Allah! Creatures of no morality or intelligence! Scurrying around underground! Creeping and slithering in the darkness! Scurrying in the shadows! Unable to endure the bright light of day! Foul creatures of the Night and the Depths! Warped! Degenerate and depraved! Bestial! No longer human! Unlike us! The Best of Peoples!"

"Well! Certainly evolved to thrive in this cold damp island Sir. And byproducts of industrialization Sir. And genetically different from us Surtr. A different species entirely from us Surtr. A different genetics entirely Sir."

"And the monsters creep out of the Najis depths befouled by the noxious concentration of toxic Kufr and stinking Shirk and disgusting Jahiliyyah pollution and also industrial pollution in the closeted and fetid depths and darkness to feed at twilight" the head of the Caliph's bodyguards told the Hunter. "Creeping out in the shadows to feed. First the Morlocks of Twilight and then the Ferals of Night. And as they devour they breathe out the miasma of death. And they spread it. Because they are highly contagious Najis. Not just the Najis of urine and feces and rot and decay and corpses and pigs and dogs and fetid blood. But of Kufr! Of Shirk! Of Jahiliyyah! Of EVIL!

EVIL has been absorbed into the very marrow of their warped and deformed bones as well as their warped and deformed brains and warped and deformed souls. Pallid. Twisted. Misshapen. They are the incarnation of EVIL! And their diseased Najis ectodysplasin drooling is as highly contagious as rabies. And so is their Najis vomit and Najis sweat which is contagious ectoplasm. Contagious and deadly. The worse sort of Untouchable! The vilest of creatures! The worse beasts on earth! Because while the Najis Monsters are just things which live in sewers the Morlocks are monsters who once were human!

Born Muslim. For all of Humanity is born Muslim. But all of humanity are expected to revert and restore their souls by submitting to the Divine Slavery. Embracing the salvation offered by the Prophet. Peace be upon him! And only the evil and the depraved refuse to revert to the one true religion on the face of the planet. Islam! Denying the truth! Covering up the truth! Ridiculing the truth! Disputing the truth! Rejecting the truth! Spitefully refusing to revert to Islam! Damning their souls to hell! Rejecting the bright golden light of Allah! Embracing the darkness of their damnation! Until they become warped and depraved from denying Islam! Warped into something monstrous by their rejection of Islam! By their rejection of the one true Prophet! Peace be upon him! And made monstrous by their rebellion against Allah! Satanic! Hell bound deviant and pure EVIL! And they breed among the Najis Monsters in the Najis subterranean depths to devour us! And Satan commands them!"

"In historic buildings? Strategic bastions? Terminals with portals underground?" the Hunter asked.

"It is all spawn from Najis Filth! It is all spawn from Jahiliyyah alien barbaric Pollution!" the head of the body guards shouted vexed. "From Kufr! From Shirk! From Depravity! From Evil! And it spawns in subterranean depths and utter darkness were Evil always lurks! Evil and Monsters!"

"But why does this Pancras version of a Jahiliyyah Plague kill differently Sir?" the Hunter insisted. He was not to be deterred. "It is like a gas. A greenish gas. Greenish to scare us. And sometimes it is tinged with tear gas or else the acid smoke as if burning paint or burning plastics. Noxious. Certainly. Monoxide. Certainly. But ....."

"....Eight thousand died in one week from it" the leader of the Caliph's bodyguards shouted. "Just at the Pancras Train Station alone! Dying horribly! From something invisible! Invisible! Striking them down! Whatever it is, the Pancras Plague kills! And it kills still! The city is littered with the bones of the unburied! London has become the City of the Dead!"

"But what if the Pancras which killed the initial eight thousand was simply a form of germ warfare and the gaudy miasma we associate with the deaths is just that. A gaudy charade to scare us away from the subterranean depths? The Underground ? And old underground WW II bastions? Sewers? Power tunnels? Electric service tunnels? Ways in and out of the city? Below the snow? Unhindered by the ice and blight? The gargantuan terminals? Massive subterranean telecommunications installations? Key portals to crucial government buildings? High security infrastructure? National heritage buildings? High priority government buildings? Cheaper than germ warfare to fabricate once the fear was embedded into us as if a bell to Pavlov's dogs?"

"Don't be rude! Comparing us to Najis dogs! Look! How hard is this to understand? The Pancras Plague is spawn from noxious miasma vapors oozing out of the depths of the industrial underground. It oozes out of the bricks and mortar and pores and spores of Kufr and Shirk and Najis and Jahiliyyah tainted depths and places. Liked ancient places. Heritage places. Or portals to the depths. Or industrial places. Dark and closed up places. Places secreted away from the warm and airy surface. All highly contagious evil! Some are contaminated by one thousand or two thousand years of evil. This is a city saturated by evil. Ancient evil. The very clay under this evil city is saturated with evil. The worse evil. Pagan Roman and Celt and Druid evil. Pagan Shirk. That is the worst evil of all! Even worse than Najis and Jahiliyyah Christian evil! It entire city is built on top of the very worst Kufr of all!

And the oldest buildings are the most saturated with evil. And anything with a basement will ooze out such evil. The deeper the depths the more contaminated will be the evil. And the subterranean depths will be the most saturated with the evil of the ancient Pagan Shirk embedded in the clay depths. For this city was built on ancient Pagan Shirk! For before it was a Najis filthy Christian city it was a far more evil Pagan Shirk city! And by chance such plague smitten places are also the heritage bastions. Many heritage bastions having deep roots in unspeakably foul Pagan Shirk! Like the Guildhall for instance!

The Guildhall's deepest depths sit on top of excavations of foul Pagan Shirk Roman and Pre Roman evil! Including rumors of a ....." The devoted Muslim shuddered. "A ..... Roman temple to....... a pagan .... goddess!" the Muslim shuddered. "Festering Shirk and Kufr lurking deep under the Guildhall! Partly dug up! Partly exposed! And partly still shrouded by the festering clay depths! Its subterranean malignancy oozing up in an invisible festering miasma of noxiousness! Our noble Mayor Khan perished because of the invisible evil which oozed up from the foul depths to suffocate him and all who attended that last feast of victory which turned into unspeakable carnage! Pancras Plague oozing up to slay every victorious Muslim celebrating the triumph of Islam over the conquered 'D's! What should have been our greatest moment of triumph! Rendered into unspeakable horror! Felled by the invisible hand of EVIL!"

"I am investigating that" the Hunter said. "Do you know the one waiter who survived that carnage claimed he saw a .....fireman .....leading Mayor Khan into the lower depths just before the gas filled the historic building?"

"Evil slew our noble Mayor Khan! Evil! Only Evil could have created such carnage! A banquet of the greatest elite of the Best of Peoples of the Ummah celebrating the ultimate triumph of Islam struck down by Satan himself! The screams heard outside by the staggering guards by those dying within! Unspeakable! Then they too collapsed screaming! Vomiting blood from every pour! Then the loathsome green miasma of death oozed out of that ancient building in a great cloud of foul evil! Dank! Damp! Dire! And deadly! Slaying everyone within ten blocks of the epicenter of evil! The wind carrying the carnage for twenty more blocks! The Caliph ordered me to bring out the newly purchased hurricane fans used by old movie studios to create special effects to blow the evil away!"

"But...."

"And by chance the massive terminals and industrial sites afflicted by the foul breath of EVIL almost always cover the portals into the dark and subterranean depths. And that is why the Monsters of the Depths have been nicknamed Morlocks. Even EVIL must have a name. So the EVIL is called for lack of a better name Morlocks. Unlike the Harbi Rebels who fight on the surface in distant wilderness places of this damp and cold island. But they are far away! And they would never dare to attempt to retake this city! London is ours! Even if London is the City of the Dead! We must hold it! It is our mission as Jihadists to hold it! We must hold the City of the Dead to deny the Kafirs any dream of victory over Islam!

And even if the subterranean depths of this evil city are defiled by Najis from the sewers as well as the Shirk of the Pagan Clay depths we must hold it! And even if the layers of Ancient Shirk and concentrated Kafir and two thousand years of Kufr is embedded in the depths we must hold it! And even if it is saturated by spiritual pollution we must hold it!. And even if it is morally toxic we must hold it! And even if it secretes unspeakable Jahiliyyah we must hold it! And even if any building inhabited for centuries by Najis filthy Kafirs are defiled we must hold it! And even if any place which is historical or cultural and therefore curst we must hold it! And no matter now deadly it is, we must hold this city! Though its history is Najis! Though its essence is Jahiliyyah! Though its soul be damned! History and Heritage if it is Kafir or Pagan Shirk is poisonous! Deadly poisonous! And that is why this city is the City of the Dead! And that is why victory is illusive and Allah does not bless us! Because the City of the Dead is cursing us!"

"Or else fighting back" the Hunter replied. He was not to be deterred.

"And industrial pollution taints the depths and hidden places as well. The Industrial Revolution started here after all. It is all toxic and noxious and poisonous and polluted where Najis Monsters and Morlock mutants lurk. Monsters spawn from the pollution and filth and darkness of evil. It breathes out evil. It secretes out evil. As miasma. As sweat and vomit and drooling and as polluted blood. As spores. As mold. As pollution. As filth. As blocked up sewers. As tainted aquifers. As vermin. As plague!"

"But... but...."

"But the newer buildings naturally won't be so saturated with the evil. And the surface and anything exposed to sunlight and the open air will be safe from such evil. Because evil always lurks in the darkness of the subterranean depths though Underground portals. So as long as we control the surface we rule London! That is the point! We dominate and rule the surface! That is all that is needful! We deprive the Kafirs of hope and dreams of victory! What else is needful? Anyone who dies while occupying this City of the Dead will die a martyr!"

"Yet we have turned Westminster Abbey and Saint Paul into mosques and none of this is..."

"....And such evil cannot be exorcized! Or sterilized! Those are the exceptions to the rule. We have always confiscated the trophies of the Kafir and Shirk as mosques and Allah has always blessed us for doing so. But they are the Holy Exceptions. You should know that! Ancient and historic places drenched in EVIL are unclean. And highly contagious. They can only be burned. But not even fire can totally eradicate such concentrated EVIL. But for us to triumph we must occupy the sacred places of our enemies! If we burn them we also deny ourselves triumph! But Allah has spared us the Sacred Symbols!"

"And Buckingham Palace of course."

"Are you aware the great Al Ghazali banned Casualty as haram! And said 'Throw Reason to the Najis filthy dogs'!Why are you asking such questions? What is is! Evil is! Evil is there! Evil kills! Shirk kills! Kufr kills! Jahiliyyah kills! And Najis kills! As the Best of Peoples we have kept ourselves pure by isolating ourselves from the Kufr and Shirk and Najis and Jahiliyyah. But our weakness is that we are too pure. Therefore we have not built up the immunity from prolonged exposure to EVIL."

"So why isn't Buckingham...."

"....The Kafirs and Shirks had been exposed to EVIL for so long they now consider EVIL to be normal. Part of their evil culture and evil values and evil ideas and evil society. They have absorbed EVIL into the very pores of their contaminated souls. They cannot live outside of EVIL. They are so impure they find our purity agonizing. That is why they are creatures of no morality or intelligence. Because to them EVIL is Good. And our Goodness is EVIL to them. Satan is their God. And to them Allah is EVIL. And their degenerate prophets and depraved religions are Good. And they see Islam, the only perfect religion on the face of the earth, as EVIL. But they are damned in their delusions and having rejected Allah and Islam they will burn in fires of hell in the next life and burn in the fires of the firemen in this life! Allah will save his Faithful with his miracles! Pray! Inshallah! If Allah wills it! Walaa wa al Baraa! Hate what Allah hates! And now go aw...."

"....But Sir! How did the corpses end up piled outside? During the first eruption of the Pancras plague? I saw treads in the blood and gore of tractors Sir. Earth movers Sir. In the blood and gore. As if earth movers hauled or shoved the moldering corpses out to form a massive barricade of terror. So naturally no one dares to investigate now. The Pancras plague pit. Or any other plague pit. But the bodies are not inside. They are outside. To terrify us. And I can't find who ordered the razor wire and Pancras warning symbols to go up. But I have stared at some of the bastions tonight Sir. Supposed plague pits. And I think the blackout is well..... a blackout."

"What is a blackout?" the exasperated head of the body guards shouted.

"If the windows are covered by blackness Sir. Covered inside by blackness. Black shades. So it forms a massive black shadow in the night Sir. But once or twice I saw slivers of light from some of the blackout shades Sir. And there are strange noises Sir. And vibrations. I think something is about to happen Sir."

"Don't let Urban Myth Whisperers scare you into silliness. The Najis Monsters and Morlocks are stupid creatures of filth and pollution. As stupid as the Ferals. Dangerous. But stupid. And the 'D's are broken. Starving. Impotent. Defeated. And the Harbi Rebellion is far away in Wales" the gruff Jihadist replied. "I am busy! Too busy! Go away!" But after the Hunter left the Jihadist marched into the inner sanctum of the Caliph. "Sir. I think the Morlocks are on the move. I think London is being invaded.... and we are about to be attacked."

"The gaunt Caliph stopped fondling a sculpture of a naked woman. "Keep the helicopter on high alert! I have no intention of dying a martyr!...."

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The sentient robot received the computer message via antiquated technology. Then it paused. Its metallic hands fluttered back one billowing sleeve. Then it tore off the mysterious fax message and surveyed its encrypted message. Another robot silently walked up with utterly noiseless tread toward it. Both fluttered their antiquated sleeves as if programed by mysterious algorithms which mimicked ancient patterns of arcane behavior. "The Night Watchman Warns. MIMIR says prepare for the Red Rooster to crow."

*** ***

The fireman made his way through the urban maze of Whitehall. He wove in and out of rusty razor wire and moldering bones and between barricades of burned buses set sideways. Then he turned and surveyed the sky to guestimate the time. He swore as the sun turned the western sky ever more bloody as the fire ball started to set into the jagged ruins of the far horizon. The sky such a gory smear of lurid colors it appeared to be the portal into hell. Then he hurried toward his rendezvous. For some reason the Pancras plague had no effect on him whatsoever.

*** ***

The two sinister shadows converged on the platform of the underground tube station which had been abandoned and sealed off since WW II. A ghostly light flickered in the man made cavern through which dark tube tunnels emerged and then exited. Faded commercial advertising circa 1944 papered the sooty walls as if a snake molting its skin. Then there was a sinister echo of footsteps. The two shadows moved deeper into the shadows. Then a third shadow appeared in the supposedly abandoned pedestrian tunnel. The dim overhead light throw his grotesque shadow against the curved tile wall as if a spidery monster. A soft whisper echoed. 'I know who you are. Come out. Come out. Wherever you are.'

The two fugitive shadows hidden deeper in the dim shadows suddenly chuckled. Then the three shadows converged in the shadows of the spooky abandoned tube platform. "V is for Victory!" one shadow whispered as his shadowy fingers made the iconic Churchill gesture.

"I thought V was for Vendetta?" another shadow whispered. Then the three Urban Myth Whisperers whispered covertly. "I think I am going to loose one of my agents tonight."

"The one who is always late for rendezvous?....."

The man made subterranean cavern distorted their soft whispers into sinister echoes. Suddenly they heard a distant sound. So they pressed themselves deeper in the shadows of the disused tube train station platform. There was a most curious click click click of metal wheels on metal rails from inside one dark tube tunnel. Click. Click. Click. Click. Then a small and most curiously retrofitted railroad car contraption emerged from the dark tunnel. A man in dirty engineering overalls powered the hand cranked contraption up and down as he propelled himself across the tracks. Then he paused as his back pricked suspiciously. The strange contraption slowed to stop. Then he suddenly turned around in the dim darkness to reveal a hideous visage of a hybrid man-pig. The grotesque pink pig face sweaty, oozing foul grease and drool. The eyes small and glittery. As the hybrid man-pig moved toward the dim light the reflective glitter was revealed to be small spectacles perched over his pig snout. Then one industrial gloved hand brandished a revolver. "'ow did you boyos get down 'ere?" the Cockney voice snarled suspiciously.

"Oh my dear chap" one of the Urban Myth Whisperers whispered in an old voice of clarion beauty graced by a toff Oxford accent. "You know us. We are the displaced ex-elite who once pretended to be your betters."

"Yes. You Cockney Cockroaches are so suspicious" another Urban Myth Whisperer whispered in a suave if aged voice of distant Kent. The English accent soft as honey. "Your vulgar gun has the better of us."

"Oui! Its your lot!" the hybrid man-pig grunted. "What a sorry chorus your lot is. 'ow your lot whispers in the shadows. It gives me the willies it does!" The Cockney Cockroach slipped his revolver back into a roomy pocket of his greasy industrial overalls. "See no evil! 'ear no evil! But speak plenty of evil! Whispering in the shadows are we. Creepy crawly voices like spiders you are."

"Well that is our nature after all old chap" one sinister shadow whispered in melodious tones. "No less than slimy industrial grease is the nature of you after all."

"Oui! Who is accusing whom of being slithery slippery as an eel? Eh. And speaking of pickled eels. Where is me payment such as you promised for saving your miserable 'ides' a while back."

"From that fireman? We did not need saving" the Oxford Urban Myth Whisperer whispered in the shadows. "That fellow is one of ours. He just does not act as if he knows it yet. We have long ago turned him to the dark side."

"Oui! Then I shouldn't 'ave bothered. To 'ell with the lot of you." The Cockney Cockroach throw an obscene gesture and then pulled out a Victorian pocket watch to check the time. His rubber mask crinkling as he surveyed his antique time place.

"Oh my dear fellow. Are we not all on the same hell bound side after all?" the honey toned Kent shadow whispered. Then the mysterious shadow held out a preserves jar filled with pickled eels. The thin hand shook the ironical trophy. Eagerly the greasy industrial man-pig jumped off the contraption and seized the prize. Then he scurried back into his gerry-rigged contraption and slipped the delicacy into his dirty backpack. Then he mockingly gestured as if to tug a lock of hair. An echo of the olden days of feudal classes. But the ancient gesture of subserviency ended with an ironic middle finger salute.

"You Cockneys never did know your place" The third Urban Myth Whisperer whispered in the iconic BBC trained voice. Old but still lushly baritone. Public [private] school. But at the same time with a patina of India overlaying the elitist pearly tones. "Why do we bother my dear chaps? You Untermensch no longer recognizes we Ubermensch of yore."

"Nay. Its rather because you are no longer the Ubermensch of yore!" the man-pig grunted. "You is as Najis as me. Public or Grammar. We are all demoted to the vilest of creatures now! The Zoo of the damned of the Subterranean Depths" The hybrid man-pig pulled out a piece of chalk and scribbled a mysterious symbol on the dirty platform.

"Nay my dear chap" one dark shadow whispered as his shadow in the shadows gestured with a spidery hand. "For the Countdown has begin!"

The greasy man-pig laughed. Then he crossed out the symbol and drew another symbol in chalk on the dirty platform. "We have been 'anging the clankers for a month now. Each one named and autographed. So when next I see your lot we will all be above the ground. Condemned to the shadowy depths no longer. And we can drop our disguises and reclaim our 'eritage what that the 68ers denied us and which our enemy disenfranchised us. We 'ave become disinherited strangers in our own country. But not for much longer. Soon. Soon. We Morlocks will again reclaim our 'istoric perks and privileges which once we used to enjoy as citizens. And then we will feast on the carcasses of our enemies!"

"Metaphorically I hope!" the Kent Urban Myth Whisperer whispered. "Considering the rotten state of the carcasses."

"Oui!" the grotesque man-pig grunted. Then he pulled out a strangely sinister contraption from a box and brandished it. Then he turned on the switches and shot out a volley of liquid fire across the tracks. It burned part of the antiquated advertising. "What a beautiful night of revenge is upon us!" the Cockney Cockroach roared. "For what the Warriors of Thor do not devour with fire we will devour with bullets! Or stun guns set to fry! Or butcher knives! Or axes! Or pitchforks! Or crossbows! Or even clubs!" he picked up a club festooned with massive spikes and oinked viciously.

"You are prepared to feast indeed" the BBC Urban Myth Whisperer whispered. His deep voice lush and touched with the exotic. "The Eloi should be afraid. Very afraid. But being Eloi they are too delusional being self absorbed narcissists."

"Such as your lot used to be eh" the man-pig oinked in malicious glee. "Your public school toffs have been dethroned no less than us. You are the Eloi no more. So the enemy of my enemy is my new temporary best friend. Eh?"

"So much for the obsolete class system!" the Oxford Urban Myth Whisperer replied dryly.

"The Morlocks are raising!" the Kent Urban Myth Whisperer whispered.

"The Morlocks are raising......"

*** ***

The massively retrofitted automobile with its extra fuel tanks maneuvered across the devastated urban landscape. "We need to keep to the back roads because the Scavenger Rats attack any automobile now and so do the Drug Gangs" the chauffeur told the trophy widow. "And they pale against the feral savagery of the Calais Animals."

"And so do the Ferals!" the trophy widow replied as she arranged her furs on the back seat before pulling out a revolver and checking its magazine of bullets. "And driving without lights does not make things any easier."

"The sunset is bright in its bloodstained colors of livid fire. We have over a hour of Satan's Atmospheric Sideshow. Who needs the Northern Lights? Though throughout this freezing winter we have seen them as far south as the Salisbury Plain. Ghostly shimmers of ethereal lights dancing above the mounds of snow and ice. We just need to get across the Urban Wasteland and then cut across the Paddington Tracks. By darkness we will be over the worse. Once we can get to the abandoned express highway we can made a run for it. In the countryside the enemies are fewer. At least until we near Southampton. The migrants all cling to the decaying core of London. As if they think the honey pot still has honey. And the open spaces have always scared them the way the empty places of the deserts and the dark jungle once scared us."

"But the Mad Max Ghazi Razzia Robbers? The Calais Animals?"

"We will bulldoze our way through them! Wire reinforced windows are bullet proof. Fenders are salvage iron that can ram anything or anybody. I am not even stopping to give a lift to The Mahdi!"

"Wait! Over there!" the trophy widow cried. "Toward the bombed out Paddington Terminal!"

"Jesus!" the chauffeur gasped. In the growing darkness of the bloody sunset a dark thing streaked across the landscape. "Jesus H Christ! I swear! That is ....was.... it can't be.... a ....."

"....Train!" the trophy widow replied shocked. "And now I know you are a secret Christian."

"Is our love affair off then?" the chauffeur asked as they watched the dark streak hurl across the far horizon.

"Your secret is safe with me baby!" the trophy widow replied. "I am a revert who really am a Catholic!"

"Your dead Pope was a fool then!"

"Yeah. Unlike the Lama who dared to speak the truth. 'Germany should stay Germany' the Lama said. And Britain had every right to stay Britain. But the Pope's replacement had balls even if he only lasted one half hour. He died better than the damn fool he replaced. 'It is an Arabic invasion' the old fool said! But we are still morally compelled by our Christian values to open our borders ---- to the Arabic invasion. What a Quisling thing to say! He expected to flee with his Vatican riches to South America to rule the Latins. So he prepared to abandon Italy and Europe to the Mos. Little did he know that the volcanos of South America and Mexico would bury his old home in ash and cinder and turn the myth of Global Warming into a nuclear Winter. What are you baby?"

"Low."

"Welcome to hell baby" the trophy widow laughed grimly. "We can alternate between High and Low Chapel when we escape this poxy hell hole."

"If paradise is where all of those bastards like that swine you cohabited with go then I would rather go to hell" the chauffeur said.

"The Mo paradise is a divine brothel for the Slaves of Allah. So Hell is up. So Heaven must be down. The train. What does it mean?" the trophy wife gasped.

"Something bad is about to go down!" the chauffeur replied as he drove professionally across the devastated urban landscape. The ice slowly melting into polluted muck. But here and there shimmers of stubborn snow still clinging to the north sides of abandoned buildings. The livid colors of the paranormal sunset reflected off the foul ice and ragged mounds of melting snow.

"So let's get the hell out of London baby! The sooner we can get to Black Market Southampton to refuel the better. And maybe we can even score a miracle with our petit national treasure locked into the boot. That lady with pearl erring must fetch a pretty price. Airplane tickets to Paradise. Switzerland. And everyone loves diamonds!" the trophy widow added. So the retrofitted automobile made its way across the urban devastation toward the bloody sunset as it filled the western sky with supererogatory colors of gold and red and purple accents with smears of green as if the sun had gone mad.

*** ***

In another bastion deep underground the old Victorian escalators soared up and descended down in a rhythmic hum. The old advertizing was garnished by strange symbols of diverse complexity. The All Seeing Eye. V for Vendetta. The Identitian Logo. The Sikh Symbol of Vigilance. The Hindu symbol of Shiva The Destroyer. Chinese kanji symbols for the Resistance. Here and there lavish posters were papered over the older advertising. Generation Identity. Europa. The Sons of Odin. The Warriors of Thor. The Amazons. The Valkyries. The Shield of Tyr The Protector Of the Homeland. The Sword and Shield of the Knights of Freyr. The Boar of Sparta. The Wolf of Rome. The Double Headed Eagle. Britannia. People rushed back and forth. Piles of guns filled the central interception. Drones were being prepared. A senior commander held her final briefing. She was thirty four years old. "The Countdown has commenced!"

"Britannia will raise!" some of her painfully young soldiers shouted.

"We are the People!" other added. The youngest soldier was only twelve. The spectacle seemed almost tragic in its desperate valor.

Then a famous soldier passed by. Every desperately young soldier stood at attention and saluted Brigadier General Narcissi. The middled aged misplaced Swede returned the salutes. Then he shook the hand of the desperately young 'senior commander'. "Good luck everyone!" he said.

"Save Westminster!" the young soldiers cried.

"I will! Tonight the Chimes will toll at Midnight. Rejoice at the sound. And then embrace you fate. We fight for Freedom! We fight for Identity! We fight for Meritocracy! And we fight for Democracy! We fight for Britannia!" Then the famous war hero marched toward the escalators as the painfully young soldiers sighed with awe.

"Right. To resume my briefing. Pancras plague gas as well as tear gas will be vented into the ground level Piccadilly station first to clear the lobby. So everyone needs to test their gas masks. Then the Fire Flies will use their flame throwers to clear the way for us to burst out. Our target is to secure Piccadilly Circus. The machine guns are posted on the upper stories of the gutted ruins overlooking the old traffic circle. The bomb drones are being set up on their roof launching pads. It should be a pig shoot. We have been handing out Feral candy for a month now." Then the distant roar of a subterranean train ushered in a load of professional soldiers of Imperial Army In Exile. They were heavily armed. The odds immediately increased.

"But Colonel" a fifteen year old boy asked. "The targets are still moving. Or at least squirming. The Feral candy does not appear to be working."

"It is working" the battle maiden replied. "Not everyone is taking it. But everyone is starving. It is in the Halal R. And everyone is all but reduced to Halal R. Only the few last stubborn enemies in Fire Department and Morality Police and the Buckingham Fortress might not yet be exposed. But once exposed, the victim only has a month to live. If that. If already sick the Feral candy rushes straight to the end game. And the flesh eating germs of the black tar heroin are working too. And there is always the Pancras plague gas. Now check your meds. The Feral is the most dangerous. If you are attacked by a Feral you need to take a booster shot to reinforce your vaccine. Is everyone current on their vaccines?...."

*** ***

In another part of the city another old man hunkered down in the ruins of a destroyed theater. He sighed as he stared at the vandalized ruins. Then he eased his way back to his aging compatriots. The old Baby Boomers were armed with old clunkers. Old guns. The old men were struggling to oil and clean them and then reassemble the relics back into shooting order. "I never thought I would be doing this" one old man said. "It reminds me of Vietnam."

"But this is different. But we are fighting for our country" another old man said.

"I never thought we would be reduced to fighting for our own country" another old man said. "What a sad old sight this once majestic theater is! A great gapping ruin now!"

"We are the People! And we are going to take back our country!" Another old man replied. "This place is so destroyed I can't remember what musicals used to play here!"

"I remember coming here to see 'Les Mes' another old man said. "I remember how warm it was! When the show was over! I actually strolled home along the Embankment! It used to be so warm!"

"I am too old to fight" another old man wailed.

"I am too angry not to fight" another old man declared.

"But what about the Ferals?" another old man whispered.

"We have been vaccinated. We have our boosters."

"Sam. You are still wearing the damn badge of shame."

"Oh. Sorry" the old man realized embarrassed that he was wearing his 'D' badge. He tore it off and spat on it. Then he threw it to the ground and stomped on it with old shoes which were more holes than soles. "I hope I can kill at least one before I am killed."

"We are going to kill a hell of a lot more than that Sam...."

*** ***

The black clad fireman expertly moved through the maze of decay of another ruin. This time it was a decayed ruin of a Whitehall governmental bastion. Now the once majestic Edwardian edifice was derelict, its dirty exterior vandalized by crude religious graffiti and visual obscenities of pigs and dogs along with large spray painted 'N's and 'D's further debased by red paint manually applied. But the obscene graffiti was fading. Apparently the derelict ruin was now not even worth vandalizing.

The massive bastion of lost greatness was towering, as if defiant still, even if its windows either smashed or else boarded over. The ruins of the one time Whitehall Office which once ruled a quarter of the globe was massively fenced off by rusty razor wire and mounds of reeking garbage. The razor wire was adored with electrified corpses in various stages of decay, courtesy of the Pancras plague. But the bones were just bones for all of the superstitious horror those bones represented. And the spelunker was too expert in his unorthodox skill. He maneuvered through the decay to a side gate. He checked. A dirty red rag fluttered. So he picked up a bone and tossed it. No electricity sparked. So he eased the small gate open and marched into a dark tunnel which opened into an once time coroneted courtyard of decayed splendor ---- garnished by rotting pigs and dogs and hidden booby traps. He gingerly but expertly eased himself around the putrid debris and booby traps to a side door. Then he opened his cheap black plastic backpack and dumped a pile of books and papers and also a long parcel at the step of a closed door. Beside the door was a small package.

Then the sinister black clad fireman picked up the small package. Then he looked around fugitively and cried out 'I am not doing this anymore! Do you hear me? I am not doing this anymore! The Captain of my fire engine suspects me. I can't keep risking myself like this. Are you here? Do you hear me? Allah! I have never even seen you goddamn face! You are all shadows tormenting me. Why do I even risk my life to pilfer stuff I should be burning. Damn you! I can't even ..... guestimate ..... what I am even pilfering from the fires. For all I know I am risking my life for nought. Damn you! I am not coming again! I am not doing this anymore! First it was one job a the British Museum and then it was one gig at Ten Downing and suddenly it was illegal ham radios and illegal telegraphs and spyware flash sticks to contaminate computers and then it was the Wallace and suddenly I am in bed with the Monuments Mens!

I am not your Deep Mole. I am not your Insider Deep Throat. Slippery step by slippery step into treason. Wolfe warned me! He said you would suck me into the mire of treason. He said you were playing on my guilt. My need to atone. Because of ..... her! Do you hear me? Are you listening? Damn you to hell!" Then the fireman rolled up his cheap plastic backpack and shoved it inside a pocket of his sinister black leather uniform. Then he paused. Then he shoved the small package inside one pocket before turning to go. But then he turned back to the locked door.

"The long parcel is from Lledrith of the Dead Letter Drop Department. Or to be more exact from his haunted house. You need to deliver the parcel to the Churchill War Rooms to win the war. Except the ghost keeps forgetting which war. WW III? Or WW II? Or is it WW I? That is the trouble with ghosts. Time spirals and echoes or else stands still. Never mind. I am not going to risk my life anymore. I only did this to appease that damn ghost who haunts my shadow!" Then he hurried away as if a fugitive through the dim tunnel. His boots crushing malingering ice.

Once his footsteps receded the door opened. Then a shadow in the darkness bent down and quickly hauled the loot inside with aged hands. Then he put on his thick spectacles. "Oh my darling boy. Look what our darling boy got us Precious! A genuine manuscript of an edition of of the 'Lord Of The Rings Book Two. Precious! And a telephone directory circa 1999. Historical reading of a sort. Oh. Oh. And a cook book. The novelty of foodstuffs which existed back in 2010. And look my Precious! A newspaper. Daily Mail. Before it was burned down. Look at the headlines. 'Will The EU Close The Borders?' Alas ..... they didn't. Did they Precious?"

Then a small dog sniffed at the pilfered loot as his aged master scooped it up in withered arms and hurried back inside the supposedly abandoned building, nimbly scurrying around a tangle of cables careening everywhere through the bowels of the apparently abandoned Whitehall bastion. "So much to read Precious! I hope MIMIR is quiet tonight. Though I doubt it. Considering events. Please don't let the Sooty Rooster crow! Please! And our darling boy will come with fresh loot. Yes he will Precious! If he survives Midnight. We have turned him to the Dark Side we have...." The door shut. The sound of chains and locks clicked and raddled. Then shuttered silence again reclaimed the ruined courtyard. 

# Chapter Four

The Hunter of the morality police pondered the mystery of the blackout. Then he pondered the mystery of the Elephant & Castle Fire Department traitor. "Well. I can't solve the mystery of the blackout but I do need to identify the traitor. He smells like a double agent. A traitor to Allah turned to the Dark Side by Kufr. The most seductive part of Kufr: Jahiliyyah. Such as only a strange sort of Apostate could be seduced by. An Apostate afflicted by a very perverse soul if he was seduced by haram beauty such as no good Muslim should be tempted by. For I have confirmed my suspect was not seduced by greed. No! Though he pretends he is as corrupt as damn near every fireman now. But no! He was seduced to the Dark Side by ....... Jahiliyyah beauty. And from there he as slipped down the chute of infamy from boko haram to hell and treason!"

The Hunter marched toward the mystery. "The official epicenter of the eruption known as the Pancras plague. A foul plague caused not by some Third World contagion such as we brought here or else some designer germ warfare or else gas such as I suspect but rather officially from some paranormal plague spawn from fatal exposure to Kufr and Shirk which besmirches The West. Or at least that is the official truth I have been ordered to believe in. The twin bane of the Kufr Kafir West: Jahiliyyah alien barbaric pollution and forbidden BID'a. The Gates of Ijtihad Inquiry not only not bared. But flung wide open. The mind and soul and heart not only not chained. But unleashed and unfettered to roam free to dabble in every forbidden thing while asking every forbidden question!

Not only not Slaves to Allah. But heretics daring to fly as if up to Paradise like Daedalus and Icarus on the wings of invention and innovation. Daring to use not only forbidden Causality and Reason but haram Rational Inquiry into the divine mysteries to challenge the very Will Of the Divine by assorting their own free will and self will as if demigods. As if Prometheus seizing fire in defiance of Shirk Zeus. To headstrong assert control over their unruly lives as if Faustus. God redundant. Religion optional. Unchained and unbounded. As if defiant Lucifer. No less than the Spawn of Satan himself. The Army of the Devil who has foiled and frustrated our Holy War for over 1400 years. Defying the Will of Allah. Defying the Divine Mission of The Prophet. Peace be upon him! Defying the Manifest Destiny of Islam to conquer and subjugate and dominate and rule the world!

We thought we could conquer and then reap the wealth of the Kafirs and displace them and replace them and erase them. We thought we had won. Fiat accomplice to use a haram Latin term. But we did not factor in the noxious poison of their festering depravity. Even after we drove them underground or into the wilderness of the far places their malingering malevolency still poisons us. Their besmirching foulness cannot be erased or eradicated or exorcized it seems. And no religiosity can sterilize their malodorousness off the face of our conquest. This entire city reeks of it. The foul subterranean filth of depravity beneath the shining surface of our triumph. And it is so seductive in its damnation it seduces the souls of the Faithful. Like my suspected Elephant & Castle Fire Department Apostate. So behold the 'official' epicenter of the Pancras Plague. And certainly the epicenter of that which seduced the soul of my traitor. For surely it was here where my apostate damned himself!"

Then the Hunter stared at the ruins of the British Museum. It was a towering block long hunk. The facade blackened. The windows sealed and black. Surrounded by an old wrought iron fence festooned with razor wire adored with skulls and crossbones warning everyone of Pancras plague. The official epicenter of the notorious plague — at least according to urban myths. The Hunter stared at the block long fenced site, massive, dark, brooding, hunkering, and sinister in the gory sunset. A handkerchief over his nose and mouth. In the bloody light of the setting sun the brooding ruin still very slightly smoldered. The faint smoke acid. It stung his eyes. And commingled in the acid smoke there oozed a faint cloud of greenish fumes as if the brooding black building was exhaling something unspeakably foul as if breathing out evil.

Great masses of stinking black mold covered the fire damaged Greek columns. Foul as decay. Spidery rot some two or even three inches thick oozing into loathsome slime. As if the massive stone hunk was somehow organic and was putrefying. Moldering into something unspeakably foul and disgusting which no one in their right mind would what to go near. As if haunted more than contaminated. Haunted by something evil. Almost paranormal in its disgusting foulness. And in some places stinking muck as if paranormal vomit accented the loathsomeness. And some sort of repugnant greenish black secretion oozed out as if a pus or infection. Pools of the noxious pus puddled the decaying courtyard veneered with a thin covering of befouled ice. Covering bones of corpses as if quivering slime. Some oozed to the very fence. The Hunter used his thick boot to poke at the foul ooze. It stank horribly.

"Supernatural ectodysplasim spittle as viral as rabies. Paranormal ectoplasm vomit. Spiritually toxic mold and slime as noxious as satanic pus. And the acid smoke- like tear gas aside I cannot dispute the reality of this evil. The foul byproducts of noxious, poisonous Jahiliyyah pollution are clearly secreting from the foul collections of thousands of years of relics of black magic. Pagan Shirk. Barbaric monstrosities. Savage totems. Godless black fetishes. Demonic idols. Every sort of haram. The befouling remains of the vessels of decomposing genii. The talismans of the fallen angels. The treasures of the damned. Celebrations of every foul and demonic religion and heinous culture and monstrously godless civilization except Islam. Such a concentration of Pagan Shirk as would even make The Prophet, peace be upon him, shudder in horror. All wrapped around the core of pure evil! Boko haram! The heart of the British Museum: the British library!

The British Library! The eye of the storm of this damnation of Kufr and Shirk and Jahiliyyah! The glorification of boko haram and the printing press which spread the boko haram as if a plague across the world! Every book a foul heresy or blasphemy. Only a warped people would deliberately search out the world for every sample of evil. And bring it back to their very capital city. And then build a shrine to it. EVIL! EVIL in every haram form! Damnation in every seductive shape! Only the Western Kafirs could be so unspeakably evil as to deliberately place the barbaric monstrosities from every dark corner of the earth here in one contaminated spot. The British Museum. 'Museum'. What sort of satanic muse would any moral person even want to come to commune with such foul muses in such a foul place?"

Around the fence were scattered dead corpses poisoned by exposure to the oozing Pancras pus of supernatural infection from the pollution known as Jahiliyyah. The foul greenish black muck oozed as if purulence from a suppurating supernatural wound. "Window dressing?" the Hunter mused as he kept his handkerchief to his nose and mouth to ward off the faint greenish gas with its acid taste and teary sting. "Nowadays the Najis Untouchables of Death and their Hellwaine Morgue Hell Wagons harvests the night's corpses here and there to cart away. Desperately trying to keep up with the deluge of death and dying. And failing. Increasingly only appearing when spectacular outbreaks of death occur. And then only to put up signs. The Hellwaine Morgue wagons never bother to really attempt to pick up all of the corpses which fall during the night. Why? Why bother? Too many are starving. Too many are diseased. Too many are killing each other as they are dying. No morgue can keep up. And the corpses that perish in the night feed the rats. Halal R. Which feeds us. So why are the Hellwaine Morgue Hell Wagons still in business? Who has money to pay them? Or the fuel to allow them to run? No one is paying the Najis Untouchables of Death so why are they still pretending to work?

I think they do work. But not for us. I think they work for the Morlocks! I think they harvest corpses in the night to dress up taboo spots so no one dares to investigate. Like the window dressing green gas and monoxide and the acid smoke and the tear gas. It prevents us from daring to investigate the extent of the takeover of Underground London and Surface London by the Morlocks. It keeps their portals to their subterranean bastions impregnable. It buttresses their infiltration of the surface. it protects that which they perversely love more than Allah and treasure more than The Prophet. Peace be upon him! It makes it impossible for us to attack them as they prepare to attack us. And I must admit it is like 'Russian Roulette'. Enough genuine Pancras Plague gas is unleashed along with tear gas and green miasma fumes and fatal monoxide to kill enough of us to prevent us from wanting to dare to investigate. And this foul window dressing of mold and slime and pus and vomit is genuinely toxic. It might not be paranormal but it is genuinely toxic. I do not dispute the fatalness of this place. I only dispute if this fatalness is paranormal or else man made. Morlock made."

The Hunter grimaced as he held his handkerchief to his nose and mouth. "Sure. We ordered the Najis 'D's to do the loathsome job. Clean up our Najis. Including our Najis corpses. Handlers of Death have always been the ultimate Najis. The ultimate Untouchable. But the Hellwaine Morgue Hell Wagons have taken on a life of their own. A duty of their own. And they do not serve us. We are not their masters. And their showy death's faces and stench of death is gaudy window dressing to terrify us. We pretend to be their masters but they have mastered us. And they play with us as if a cat playing with its food.

These somewhat fresher corpses have not died of any Pancras plague. Starvation by the looks of this corpse. And this corpse is a dead druggie. Killed by the flesh eating germs in the black tar heroin he injected. And this tiny corpse was raped to death. But no victims of the Ferals. Or Ferals. Or samples of the Typhoid outbreaks or Cholera outbreaks. That might be too contagious — to the Morlocks. This is window dressing! To make us think the Pancras plague is still oozing out and killing people. Pancras kills. But these corpses were not killed by Pancras. Some vile greenish black slime was dumped on them. But the cockroaches are devouring merrily. And so are the rats." The Hunter's thick boot squashed a cockroach. Then he stared at the towering hunk looming up as if black monstrosity in the gory sunset.

"The epicenter of the mystery. And still smoldering. What still smolders after almost a decade? And there are the corpses of my guinea pigs. Still where they fell. Kafir prisoners from The Tower Fortress which I shoved into the ruins of the foyer over the course of a month as the smoldering fire in the depths not only refused to go out but even ever more resolutely spewed out Pancras in its smoke. So we could not enter the damnable place. Not after the initial fire which repelled even the most heroic of our firemen. As if the evil building was and still is putting up a fight. Fighting us. The fire departments said Inshallah. If Allah wills it. A fire is a fire. A fire will consume the Jahiliyyah. So why investigate? The spontaneous fire which broke out was fate. Allah willing. Why inquire? Why question the Will of Allah?

Here they are. My guinea pigs. Prisoners of The Tower Fortress I shoved inside. A teacher of the London School of Economics. That Muslim loving bastion to radical Islam. A donkey to the end. Now bones. A bit of rag. And there is the Labor Party minion and newspaper propagandist who begged me to spare him on account that he was such a loyal stooge. The Labor Party. Which sold its soul to Muslims and helped to open the borders to millions of Muslim migrants. And there are the bones of the stupid Labor cow who once said that if everyone could just drank tea with their enemies they could achieve a lasting peace. Touchy feely until I shoved her into the foul stench of Pancras death. Interesting. Silk nylons don't decompose as fast as the flesh they contain. And there is the corpse of the 'D' who once served as Dhimmi Dave's lap bitch. Supposedly working with the police to guard the borders. While waving everyone in. Hah! And the curator. His bones are on the entry portal. Each one stumbling out gagging. Their skin flamed. Blood bursting out of every orifice. Vomiting. Gagging. Choking. Unable to speak. Dying very spectacularly of something very vile very fast. There are their bones. Befouled by oozing pus. Slimed over. Mold slowly covering their rotting remains. Except for the nylons. Apparently nylon repels. Nevertheless. Omitting the nylons encasing decomposing flesh. It is the very incarnation of the epicenter of the Pancras Plague.

Except that contrary to urban myths the Pancras Plague erupted at the Pancras Train Station first. Yes. I know. The Museum was 'closed up' so its deadly evil was concealed so apparently the plague erupted at Pancras Terminal first by rats scurrying out of the British Museum to the Pancras Terminal to spread the plague to human migrants. Supposedly. But the Pancras Terminal outbreak did not display any of these spectacularly gross symptoms. Or killed so spectacularly fast. Well. Not like this. And only after this did the Pancras plague get so dramatic. As if the plague evolved in its killing ability. Evolving to not only kill in highly unique places, highly strategic places, but kill dramatically. Theatrically. This is what the public has come to believe is the incarnation of the Pancras Plague.

The British Museum! The epicenter of the terrifying blight afflicting us! Spawn by EVIL! This EVIL! Foiling our triumph. Fouling our victory. Rendering pyrrhic our conquest. And besmirching the Divine Slavery's ability to dominate and rule. By now our victory should be complete. And it is anything but. By now our control should be absolute. And instead it is unraveling. And instead of dying, the 'D's have grown a spine and mutated into monsters which torment our nights. The Morlocks. And in hindsight this is when the tide turned against us. And this is when the Morlocks started to fight back. And this is where my Apostate sold his soul for haram Jahiliyyah beauty."

The Hunter stared at the horrible sight of loathsomeness and obvious evil. "Would the gutless eunuchs really kill people to protect this place? The gutless cretins could not even protect their own borders. They let the enemy march right in. Without even weapons. To overwhelm them. Displace them. Replace them. And debase them. Gutless eunuchs. Would such gutless eunuchs expose my human sacrifices to a horrible something and then shove them out for me to watch die so fast and so horribly? To apparently prove that this place was the epicenter of the Pancras plague? The ultimate plague pit? Could cowards morph into ruthless monsters so quickly?

What about Westminster? No! No! No! Different situation entirely. No gutless eunuch of a multi-cultural touchy feely donkey would be so ruthless. If everyone could just sit down and share a cup of tea with an ISIS supporter then peace would blossom. Yeah! Useful idiots to the end. Cowardly useful idiots! Dhimmi Dave waving a copy of The Dictator of Berlin's notorious Turkey treaty and saying peace in our time. The migrant crisis is over. No need for Brexit. Nah! They were so gutless they rolled over as we marched into London. Without even a gun being fired. Rolling over. Kowtowing. Kissing our arses. Dhimmis before we even imposed Sharia. 'D's and cowards who could not even put up a fight for their country as it was being obviously invaded. Nah! But would a Morlock be so ruthless? That is the question of the approaching midnight hour!

I admit the first guinea pigs I shoved inside would expendable. Even those museum eunuchs would have killed them with glee. The Four Ps. The incarnation of the gutless traitors and appeasing cowards and cowering sycophants which brought about the conquest of Great Britain. But the curator I shoved inside? What about him? He was one of them. Would they kill one of their own? Would the Morlocks kill one of their own? I wonder? He stared at me for a moment. As he staggered out. After about twenty minutes. My watch still worked then. I was timing it. It was near to twenty minutes. Twice as long as the others. And for a moment he stared straight at me before he vomited out such a hemorrhaging of befouling vomit in a gusher of blood. The others were hysterical in their dying. But that last one. He stared at me with such a look! Almost determination! As if he wanted to make sure I would be made so afraid by his dying. And he died the most horribly of all. As if a man voluntarily dying to save what he treasured most.

But the symptoms which killed my guinea pigs were not those which killed the first thousands of migrants at the Pancras Train Station. Sure. Sure. This might be the more horrific because the Jahiliyyah is the most concentrated here. The evil is the most distilled here. But the symptoms were different. All different. Especially the last one. Cyanide poisoning? Giving his life to protect what was inside? Would a coward take cyanide knowingly? No! Would a curator take cyanide knowingly that his horrible death would save what he loved most in the world? Yes! And the next day when I came back with a WW II gasmask to dare to go inside I found such a spewing out of Pancras miasma people were being asphyxiated for blocks around. Asphyxiation not being a normal symptom of Pancras.

Miasma? Gas? Who first told us that Pancras was a miasma instead of a gas? A miasma cannot be stopped. A gas can be stopped. A miasma is something we are powerless to stop. A gas, whatever the gas, is nevertheless manmade and therefore something we could find a way to stop. Who first said Pancras miasma was like monoxide? Invisible and deadly? Its plague-like symptoms only occurring after the initial exposure to the invisible evil in the air? Who first said Pancras miasma not only could kill but erupt into spontaneous combustion? Like methane erupting into fire? That is what I want to know. That paralyzed our ability to stop this Pancras from the get go. It certainly stopped me here. Which was fortunate. I later found that the WW II gasmask was defective. When I tried to enter the similarly compromised V&A fire site. I damn near died.

And the best clue I have is the fact only three firemen dared to enter the Pancras plague site of the British Museum that first night to haul out the Jahiliyyah pollution to be burned. Or at least that is how the final official version was told. A very garbled official version. Told after the fact. An all but incoherent account. By two firemen. The third mysteriously dying inside. Supposedly of Pancras miasma which he accidentally ignited into a fiery combustion while he was trying to shoot someone. One of the curators trying to wrestle a painting away from him.

His corpse certainly garnished the epicenter of the fire. Which has so conveniently smoldered ever since. Escalating despite the attempts to put out the fire. Unable to be doused. Billowing out the building. And since then oozing out of the building. Blocking the lower depths where the ultra modern wing of the British Museum had been built deep below ground. So conveniently. And I am still blocked by that smoldering fire which still burns so relentlessly no matter how much water the firemen poured on it. As if Greek Fire. That building smoldered for over a month after the fiery eruption. It smolders still! And the fire was and apparently still is noxious. Lethal. As if burning chemicals. An arsonist could have done all of this. A very good arsonist. And don't a lot of arsonists volunteer to become firemen? When firemen turned from putting out fires to starting fires a resume of arson all but guaranteed a job. Like my suspect. Before he volunteered to become a fireman he was an juvenile school drop out and arsonist.

Yes. Yes. Everyone speculated that the Jahiliyyah of the foul things inside that foul place seeped out as a concentrated miasma just like the recent Pancras plague sites. A concentration which built up because the building was sealed. No ventilation at all. The centuries of Najis and Jahiliyyah seeping. Seeping. Seeping. Building up as if monoxide. As if methane. Invisible. But lethal. And ready to explode. And apparently spontaneously fiery if concentrated. Like the Shard. Except that is bullshit! But so said the official report by people who were not even at the scene. Only the aftermath. And by the time I arrived to investigate no one could get inside. Not even me. And only two survivors lived to tell. So everyone believed what they told everyone. And one of the firemen who survived to tell was my suspect! And so the myth was spawn which paralyzes us to this day.

And one of the two survivors was confused and injured and could not remember anything other than the fact the great hero of the Elephant & Castle Fire Department heroically saved his life. The great hero ----- my suspect! Heroically dragging him out of the spontaneous fire as the building erupted into fire after the first fireman died as a gun went off supposedly igniting the miasma. A fire that could not be doused for over a month. And a fire which to this day smolders with noxious fumes of Pancras miasma while secreting pools of oozing, noxious mold and slime and vomit and pus as well as a noxious green miasma gas and acidity smoke. Ectodysplasim and Ectoplasm the religious experts called it. Supernatural vomit and paranormal pus. Loathsome decay. Spiritually toxic and foul as Najis filth and Jahiliyyah pollution.

For as it was explained by the Divine Leaders as their made up excuse to save face, the place was so sodden with Najis filth and evil Kufr and Pagan Shirk and Jahiliyyah pollution and every sort of EVIL it was as it was haunted by EVIL. Saturated with EVIL. Soddened with EVIL. Drenched with EVIL. Oozing with EVIL. And exhaling EVIL as if monoxide. And foul ghosts and loathsome genii and fallen angels and malevolent demons lurking in the evil idols and satanic talismans and fiendish devices blight it as a haunted place. Spewing out foul and disgusting mold and decay as if vomit. Ectodysplasim. And seeping out noxious pus- like slime called Ectoplasm. Except the holy idiots can't even tell the difference between so-called Ectodysplasim and Ectoplasm. And they use it interchangeably. So much for Metaphysics!

So to this day no one has been able to get down into the lower depths where most of the Jahiliyyah treasures were being hurriedly stowed in a rear guard defensive action by Morlocks who had the guts to fight back the way eunuchs never could. So convenient! The spontaneous eruption of the Najis and Kufr and Shirk and Jahiliyyah into lethal Pancras miasma gas was so convenient! And I use the word 'gas' deliberately. Miasma? Or gas. One is natural or supernatural. One is manmade. And while it is assumed everyone and everything trapped in the lower depths burned or else was suffocated by the noxious eruption, the depths now a Pancras plague pit, yet it was all so convenient. And it is still all so very convenient! And in hindsight this is when our glorious victory stopped in its tracks and the Resistence commenced. And a symbol of Jahiliyyah we planned to incinerate to show our triumph turned into the symbol of the Resistence."

The Hunter stared at the sinister hunk in the gory sunset. The greenish miasma oozing out. The visual loathsomeness unspeakable. The stench all but unendurable. "Up to this event our conquest appeared unstoppable. The Surtr Junta celebrating before the conquest was even complete. The Loki Insider Traitors reveling before the invasion was accomplished. Our Beloved Leader measuring for his crown before the Caliphate's subjugation of Harbi Europa was consummated. But then the unanticipated occurred. The Northern Alliance of Odin fought back. The Harbi Resistance coming out of nowhere. The Warriors of Thor. The Sons of Freyr. The Amazons. The Valkyries of Odin. They appeared out of nowhere. The Shieldwall of Tyr. The Night-watchmen of Heimdall. The Round Table of the Last Royal House of Europa. The New Spartans. The Wolves of Rome. The Double Headed Eagle. The Freemasons and the Jews. They never bothered to change their names. And the Sports Hooligans who also never bothered to upgrade their names. Where the hell did the eunuchs get their balls back?

And now everyone is whispering that instead of the long predicted Triumph of Islam we have a stalemate. The momentum of Global Jihad is sputtering. Our invasions are foiled at every front. Our jihadists are thwarted at every battle. By the skin of their Harbi teeth perhaps but by now we have no teeth to gash as victory eludes us. Our Plunder Machine is sucking fumes as famines and plagues and ecological collapse ravishing our homelands devour us instead of the Harbi enemy. Our glorious armies are unable to keep ahead of the famines and diseases and chaos our wars have unleashed. The Dogs of War of Garmr are tearing the Caliphate apart. The New Caliphate and the Rival Caliphate and the Saudi Caliphate are at each others' throats. The Dire Wolf Fenrir is devouring us down to the bones of the carcass!

All as our enemies surge. Surge! Regroup and surge! Fighting back. And no one has heard from Manchester. Silence. Off line. How can Manchester be off line? How can Birmingham be silent? And there are even rumors of a Big Push. Maybe even Ragnarok. The Death of Worlds. But whose world? That is the question of this approaching midnight hour. Whose world is about to die? The Islamic Caliphate of Dar ul Islam? Or Europa of Dar ul Harb? Will the Clash of Civilizations which has become WW III end with our victory or our destruction? Their victory or their destruction? Or simply Ragnarok: the End of the World?"

The Hunter stared at the sinister dark hunk in the growing sunset. "I have been listening to the Urban Myth Whisperers again. They are Tokyo Rose. They are bogeymen filling our minds with faceless terrors to demoralize us. The Harbi are just playing with our minds. The timing made the malarkey credible of course. At least to the superstitious. The Pancras plague had just started to spread from the original and genuine epicenter at the Pancras train station with its massive train sheds crowded with hundreds of thousands of migrants shoved in cheek to jowl to other train stations which were also hastily set up as migrant camps. Everyone said fleeing migrants from the Pancras contagion spread the plague. It was credible. And the deaths were horrific. And it was a fact the migrants pouring into London were horribly diseased to be begin with. And sanitation was nonexistent. And the NHS was imploding because of the millions of migrants pouring into Britain — none of which were paying. All on top of millions of migrants already in Britain — non of which were paying.

And at first everyone thought Pancras Plague was just another Third World disease brought here by the diseased migrants. But the symptoms were odd. Strange. It was a new way to die. And it occurred right after the poison mutton plague designed to mimic the poison which slew our Prophet. Peace be upon him. And then the Mad Cow outbreak. Our food supply fatally compromised. No pig so died! Just meat we devoured. Especially halal meat we devoured while ordering the starving 'D's not to devour it because rations were failing to keep up with famine. So conveniently! Halal meat intended to feed us as the priority people being the Ubermensch Ummah became infected with Mad Cow! The pig we ordered the 'D's to devour as the Najis they were never was so infected! And it stayed abundant until we ordered all pigs and dogs killed! Hell! It is abundant still on the black market! And pig is so taboo the Faithful would rather eat Halal R than pig to this day!

The first two plagues were blamed on Kafir doctors so they were beheaded. But the Pancras was so...... enigmatic. It just could not have been caused by the gutless 'D's. A few rogue doctors is one thing. But not such a horrific thing which erupted at Pancras Train Station. So theories for the Pancras plague started. But all sort of plagues and contagious diseases were starting. Migrants by the hundreds of thousands arriving every month were bring every sort of highly contagious Third World plague and germ and virus and disease into the country. Few of the indigenous population were vaccinated or inoculated. No one from the Third World was. The Kafirs depended on the theory of 'herd immunity' to save them. It never occurred to the virtue signaling damn fools that importing millions of migrants from every diseased riddled Third World country would import Third World diseases as well. Not to mention buckling the infrastructure and health care and housing and food supply as well as breaking down law and order and social cohesion while bankrupting the nation. But of course that was the goal wasn't it? It was an effortlessly way to conquer the West! Unfortunately it also destroyed the prize we were conquering! Like raping the most beautiful Kafir girl in the world and then slashing her face and dousing her with acid before realizing you also infected her with incurable syphilis. The trophy ceases to be a trophy.

Of course Dhimmi Dave very carefully suppressed all reports so no one realized the danger they faced or the ultimate impact which must come about. Then suddenly tuberculosis was exploding out of control. As if unanticipated. When it should have been very much anticipated. No one was prepared. Then migrants and their Third World infections infected London with hemorrhagic fevers. Measles. Meningitis. Mumps. Polio. Tetanus. Scabies. Typhus. Whooping caught. Scarlet fever. Then Hepatitis. Malaria. Diphtheria. Then Typhoid appeared. Cholera. African AIDS. Then Ebola. Then vaccine resistant Gonorrhea and Syphilis. A deluge of plagues as if the plagues of Ancient Egypt as Moses bellowed. Striking everyone. Except Dhimmi Dave of course. Lucky bastard.

No one was vaccinated. No one was immune. Everyone was caught flat footed. Unprepared. Then Smallpox and the Black Plague appeared. And the Syrian flesh eating parasites. Then hospital flesh eating germs as Third World plagues commingled as vaccines ran out as the NHS imploded from too many sick migrants and not enough money as the migrant crisis sucked every bit of money away from everything else toward it as if a bottomless money pit. And finally in 2016 everything exploded.

Everyone became hysterical. The rural countryside set up roadblocks. Cities imposed quarantines. That started the cascade of road closures. People were shot if they were suspected of fleeing London. Cities becoming isolated. Transportation broke down ---- partly deliberately. Airports were shut by quarantines and then never reopened as magnetic compasses went berserk and snow and power outages crashed the technology. The Chunnal shut down. France accusing Great Britain. Great Britain accusing France. Everyone accusing the migrants. And all of which the authorities shockingly covered up until it was too late. Deliberately too late. If Rotherham's 1400 rapes could be covered up for twenty years as a demented gesture of political correctness then London's plagues could be covered up for a year as a demented gesture of political correctness. After that of course it was too late to stop the out of control contagions. But it was a terrifically cheap way to conquer a country ---- until the out of control diseases started to kill us. Despite our supposed 'immunity' from exposure back home the diseases started to mutate ---- and kill us too. Of course lives are expendable when jihad is being waged for Allah and the theory was the vulnerable 'D's would all die off. But after the Pancras Plague hit the majority of people dying were not the 'D's but us. Genetically Modified Disease? I wonder? The Golden Rice of plagues? Why not?

But despite the corpses filling the morgue wagons which soon were nicknamed Hellwaine Hell Wagons, the hundreds of thousands of migrants from every disease riddled Third World country kept coming. No one could or would enforce the quarantine. I mean. Even at the start of the crisis Dhimmi Dave first lied about the appearance of tuberculosis and then Typhoid and Cholera and Smallpox and the Black Plague. Syria flesh eating parasites. Measles. Then Smallpox. While lying about the extent of the Tuberculosis. Even as hundreds and then thousands of school kids were being infected. A proven fact ---- which was deliberately concealed until TB spread everywhere being highly infectious. And knowing how highly contagious TB is the fact the authorities in every Western country deliberately allowed TB to spread among the vulnerable indigenous population screams something terrible!

And the newspapers refused to report the initial spread of highly contagious TB and other Third World diseases which the migrants were deliberately not tested for before being allowed entry. So politically correct. The biological germ warfare version of drinking Jim Jones Cool-aid. By 2015 the diseases were already in London. But no one even started to realize it because of the news blackout until the big contagions started in 2016. By then it was already too late. But even into 2017 the authorities in every single Western country refused to acknowledge the danger or tell the vulnerable indigenous population about the danger. Dhimmi Dave and the Four Ps deliberately kept the indigenous people in the dark about the lethal dangers spreading. Invisible germs spreading everywhere. Even as hundreds of thousands of migrants poured into London. Then half a million. Then a million. Then five million. Then countless millions. And the infections were out of control. And the much smaller and much less resistant indigenous population, having the least immunity to Third World diseases, were slaughtered.

But then the Pancras hit. And the funny thing was it was not a familiar Third World disease. It was a new mutation. And it only seemed to effect us. Even as vaccines were running out. And the magic bullets were used up. As the NHS went belly up. All as yet more millions of migrants poured into the country. Into the cities. Concentrating in cities as the migrants forced to domicile in the miserable countryside migrated back to the cities which was their comfort zone. All the freebies they expected only existed in the cities. But now the cities were infection zones. Countless diseases in general and Pancras in particular suddenly overwhelming everyone and everything. The infrastructure breaking down. Health care breaking down. Everything breaking down. As the big cities turned into gigantic open air migrant camps. Like the Calais Jungle except 100 times the size!

The few Kafir doctors left who had not been beheaded claimed they had nothing to fight this new disease with. All vaccines were exhausted. All magic bullets were used up. There were no more supplies. Or food. Or anything. The city was buckling under the humanitarian disaster. And the government was cannibalizing itself down to the bone. As if the Dire Wolf devouring the carcass of London down to the bone. Millions of migrants were pouring into London and the other big cities to devour the cities down to the bone of the carcass. Every migrant with their hands held out for freebies. So the few Kafir doctors left just surrendered to the hopelessness of the humanitarian disaster. And just before they could be arrested and beheaded they vanished. Into the sewers. Leaving the hospitals empty. Stripped. And the people of London facing these plagues alone. And Pancras to an amazing degree only killed ...... us. Well..... the trouble with germ warfare is that like chemical warfare the killing never stays on the intended target does it? What goes around will sooner or later come around!

No one could believe the surviving doctors would abandon people they hated. Us. So what if they were being threatened by violent migrants! So what if they were being stabbed and assaulted by diseased migrants! So what if they were being beheaded by the new Morality Police when they protested the insanity as the situation spiraled out of control! So what if Dhimmi Dave betrayed them! So what if reckless political gutlessness had bankrupted the NHS by deliberately allowing hundreds of thousands and then half a million and then a million and then two million and then three million and then five million and then ever more millions of diseased migrants to pour onto the NHS until it buckled! So what if Dhimmi Dave and the Four Ps ordered the doctors to say nothing about the horrifying Third World diseases being brought into London to infect the indigenous population as if germ warfare! So what if the first doctors were beheaded were scapegoats! So what if the situation was out of control and what the doctors faced was absolutely impossible! No one could believe the gutless bastards would actually abandon their posts. Hell! Taking everything which still worked and decamping. Vanishing underground.

There was a remote possibility the doctors really did not know who in MI5 unleashed the germ warfare of poisoned mutton designed to counterfeit what killed The Prophet, peace be upon him, and then Mad Cow. And there was a remote possibility that the doctors sincerely did not know how to treat what MI 5 was unleashing. And they probably did not want to help us after we deliberately unleashed every Third World disease and germ on the uninoculated indigenous population. What goes around comes around. If we could wage germ warfare then so could the Morlocks. And it was right after the doctors vanished underground that the Morlocks unleashed the New & Improved Pancras Plague ----- after something very bad went down here at the British Museum. Now known as the British Museum Horror!

The Pancras Station was probably the initial test which proved so wildly successful the prototype contagion spread out of control in less than a week via the Underground. But MI 5 needed a psychological element to really make the final version of the super deluxe genetically modified plague really lethal — to us. So paralyzing horrific we would never be able to cope with it. So paralyzing terrifying we would helplessly resign to our doom as if our Medina Trench. Fatalistic. MI5 masterfully exploiting our psychology. Our Achilles Heel. Our penchant for fatalistic superstition and then impotent resignation. Inshallah. As Allah wills.

So the new and improved plague got a spectacular debut here during the British Museum Horror along with bells and whistles of a dog and pony show of special effects. If only I had been here that day! What role did our fireman play? Eh? In that spectacular show of horror? Like something out of a Hollywood movie? Special effects along with another dog whistle of smelly green gas and tear gas so in the future the expensive GMO could be rationed and cheaper green gas and tear gas could be used. We would be conditioned to cower in abject terror at just the first whiff of smelly green gas or the first burning of tear gas in the eye to run away in abject terror. Hence the debut of Black Magic. Pagan Shirk Idols. Grotesque Christian relics. Evil Medieval crosses. Genii totems. Demons. Monsters. Najis and Jahiliyyah in every superstitious form. Every incarnation of EVIL such as we fear. This place the perfect place to stage it like a Hollywood horror movie set. And as no devout Muslim would ever have visited this bastion of Jahiliyyah the lack of facts would further magnify the horror of the British Museum Horror. The imagination of every devout Muslim triggered to run amok. And how can we fight pure EVIL? Pray five times a day for a miracle? A miracle has not occurred yet. Nor will it! Because Pancras is manufactured! Just like the whole British Museum Horror was manufactured! And my suspect fireman is right smack in the middle of it!

But the exodus of the best NHS doctors and nurses who were still alive with every bit of equipment still functioning left only a handful of Muslim trained doctors and nurses to deal with the new and improved Pancras Plague. And those skills soon proved to be horrifically unprofessional. The reality has always been that the Muslim world has always produced the least doctors and nurses and scientists and investigators and researchers. Asian - Indian doctors and nurses! Sure! And they absconded first like the Shirks they were! So when the long suffering Christian doctors and nurses finally fled we were left with ..... well.... just us. And the Jewish Hospital which the 'D's were relegated to.

Then that vanished. Overnight. The next day low and behold! An empty building! Just before it could be confiscated. Nationalized. And every tiny Harley Street clinic still struggling to operate then closed down before it could be nationalized and the 'D's could be drafted and forced to work for free as medical slaves. And thus vanished the bankrupted and collapsing NHS before it could be turned into a slave force to serve us. The apparently bottomlessly rich cornucopia of Advanced World Western Medicine vanished as if dew. So we were totally unable to cope with the escalating horror. What goes around comes around. We exploited them as we betrayed them. They exploited our weakness after they betrayed their medical and Christian oaths to toil as our slaves. We used germ warfare by way of Third World diseased migrants to help us conquer. The same way we used gross over population and a so-called humanitarian crisis as a Trojan Horse to launch our conquest. Now the Morlocks did the same to us.

And while we bellowed that we did not want the Najis 'D's to serve us and certainly not any female 'D's the embarrassing fact was soon revealed that Muslim trained doctors and nurses were shockingly incompetent. Too few. And too fanatical to be useful. Only pretending to be qualified because they were hired as quotas to begin with. Window dressing to prove the NHS was not racist. But meritocracy and qualifications and competency don't operate based on quota entitlements. Nor does graduating from a Wahhabi or Army of Darkness Deobandi madrassa qualify one to be a competent doctor or nurse. And praying for miracles and issuing fatwas don't work either. Not against a GMO plague or Third World diseases or the total breakdown in sanitation. So our plan was to kill off most of the 'D's with germ warfare and then reopen the NHS to exclusively serve us as our luxury state of the art White Slaves failed. Now we had nothing at all ----except our Third World diseases and plagues and germs ---- and no sanitation whatsoever and a GMO Pancras Plague.

Patents piled in. Filling every room. Filling every hallway. Filling the lobbies. Filling the sidewalks outside. The NHS became warehouses for the dying. Diseases commingled along with vomit and feces and urine. Syria flesh eating parasites arrived. The NHS became an incubator for distilling death. The last vaccines and drugs were desperately rationed which only made the germs immune. Then mutating flesh eating germs erupted out of the overcrowded, debased, and bankrupted hospitals as sanitation collapsed. And the flesh eating germs were further spread by the collapsing sterilization along with the refusal to use modern alcohol based sterilizers. That and the fact the fanatic Greens had previously banned chorine bleach. The flesh eating germs were further spread by Muslim nurses in dirty burkas and long sleeves and billowing veils not using dwindling modern alcohol based sterilizers spreading diseases when the incompetent Muslim doctors were not spreading diseases. Then the flesh eating germs jumped into the Afghan black tar heroin. All as the flesh eating Syria parasites invaded the whole of London which was heaped with millions of carcasses filling every street. And then the first cases of Feralism occurred. A nasty plague that looked like a distilling of Mad Cow and Smallpox garnished by Syphilis and Flesh Eating Germs. Another GMO cocktail of death courtesy of MI5!

No one could believe the gutless Christian eunuchs of the betrayed NHS would bail out. Defect. Desert. And abandon ship. Actually displaying backbone and point blank refusing to become White Slaves to serve us! Their Masters! And so appeared the Morlocks! A novel species as lethal as GMO Pancras and GMO Feralism! Gutless 'D's morphing into lethal Morlocks as we morphed into ....well...... various stages of dying climaxing with ..... Feralism. Who would have thought them so capable of raising up off the floor where we had kicked them. Actually fighting back. Covertly of course! One stop ahead of us! Vanishing. With white vans hauling away everything not nailed down. Into the sewers. White vans vanishing into the sewers. Or else Wales. Or White Boar York. Or Smuggler Devon or Cornwall. Into the hidden places. Into the wilderness. Or Blackmarket Southampton and Dover. Away from our control. Away from our exploitation. Away from our cities. Away. Away.

Though I admit it did not help when migrants started to loot private Harley Street 'D' clinics of everything not nailed down while knifing 'D' medical doctors and raping 'D' medical nurses and the doctors' families while looting the pharmacies to the bone. All while expecting to loot the NHS forever. Turning doctors and nurses into our White Slaves. Biting the hand that not only fed us and housed us but healed us. Exploiting gullible Christian Charity and Mercy with brutal Jihadi zeal! That kinda backfired. I guess that is when the gutless eunuchs among the 'D's mutated into Morlocks. Monsters ruthless enough to turn the tables of germ warfare against us.

I suppose you could say we too cleverly played the duplicitous two faced Loki Insider Traitors with our taqiyyah and our politically correct stooges and naive useful idiots and thus we murdered Baldr. We murdered naive Western idealism no less than the naive idealism of the British people we were covertly invading and infecting and undermining and betraying and exterminating. And once the idealism and naivete was poisoned into disillusionment and bitterness and cynicism and rage then at least some of our victims were bound to turn murderous. What is good for the goose is good for the gander. If we could use any means to achieve our ends then so could our victims. If we could wage Total War then so could our victims.

And around this same time at least some of the indigenous population started to build up resistance to the Third World diseases. Or at least they stopped dying by the thousands. The all but abandoned and bankrupted NHS hospitals soon became so crowded with dying migrants they became warehouses of death. No more money for anything except hauling away the corpses which increasingly were simply dumped into open mass graves. Medina Trenches everywhere. And we were running out of lime to dump on the decomposing and disease riddled corpses. Every water supply was soon contaminated. All as the sewers backed up. London became a cesspool as well as one gigantic open air migrant camp. Imagine the Calais Jungle times 500 plus.

Everyone accused the deserting doctors of stealing away the secretly rationed vaccines to save the indigenous population ---- other than Labor Party Quislings and the rich who could pay the Black Market. After all! How could the morgue hearses appear to be immune. Even if the drivers and handlers of the Hellwaine Hell Wagons started to look infected. Then like dead men walking. The most feared of Najis Untouchables. Who then realized how afraid we were of them. Which meant that despite being the most loathsome of Najis they now had us by our balls.

Then the new and improved Pancras plague hit in earnest. As Feralism hit in earnest. And we started to die by the hundreds of thousands instead of the indigenous population. Then hundreds of hundreds of thousands. Then ..... millions. Great masses of corpses. So many they filled the streets where they were simply left to rot. Forming great walls of corpses around the epicenters. As if shieldwalls. As if walls of corpses. To decay and rot into walls of bones. Great barriers of bones. And it hit in such novel places. As if a disease with a strategy. And London became the City of the Dead. But a city we could not let go of. A decaying trophy turned into a skull and crossbones but one we simply could not let go of. No matter how rotting and loathsome and disgusting, London was our unraveling trophy. Our symbol of tattered triumph over the Infidels and Unbelievers and Kafirs who once triumphed over us. No matter how much we lost control of the countryside as long as we could boast we held London we were winning. But is this winning? Or is this simply the final battle in a very long war which we have waged since 632 ------ which we are ---- losing yet again.

It sounded like a good idea at the time to divert attention away from the escalating horror. The collapse of the NHS and the horror of the Pancras Train Station plague outbreak. Plagues and diseases breaking out everywhere. Rationing turning to outright famine. Everything breaking down. Falling down. As new stars filled our sky and the weather started to freeze. As the Faithful panicked into mass hysteria as the Northern Lights danced across the freezing skies of Manchester. Announcing that the Jahiliyyah inside the defiled walls of the Haram British Museum would be hauled out and burned in great bonfires of the vanities to appease Allah. An extravaganza. To placate Allah. Along with Friday Prayers. To pray for a miracle against the Pancras plague. All of the plagues. TV shows were slated for everyone to watch the bonfires of the Jahiliyyah Vanities. Timed for Friday prayers at the mosques. TV crews planning to come. The Caliph. The Divine Leaders. A big show. Of course the predictable also happened.

The Caliph and his cronies wanted to walk through the British Museum before the Fire Department commenced its extravaganza in order to cream off the cream. But rumors of what caused Pancras plague were already swirling around London. So some voices worried if the British Museum could be contaminated or else could be the cause of the evil. All of the evil afflicting the Faithful. Thousands of years of contagious Kufr and Shirk and Jahiliyyah were inside. With the NHS now completely vanished and health care now all but extinct except for the black market everyone became afraid. And as plagues and diseases spread and then the first Pancras plague hit people started to panic. With healthcare now all but nonexistent the fearful among the Faithful were reduced to prayers for miracles and fear. And fear and superstition were gaining the upper hand. And this place incarnated every fear and superstition of the Faithful.

Then the fire department said a gigantic extravaganza was impossible. The museum was too big. The torching had to be done by stages after a complex Prep. So the Divine Leaders planned to do a symbolic outdoor incineration, a Bonfires of the Jahiliyyah Vanities for the Friday Prayers. They needed a show now even if it was a fake show. Kerosene would be splashed around the bonfires and torched at twilight so the TV show would be spectacular. It sounded like a good idea at the time. Then the firemen could slowly prep and burn the rest of the Jahiliyyah professionally.

The pre-bonfire show was suppose to record Jihadists sledge hammering samples of the most famous Shirk and Kufr Jahiliyyah. The Pantheon Marbles. The Ancient Persian Shirk. The Ancient Egyptian Shirk. The fiendish African Shirk. The appalling Hindu Shirk. The loathsome Buddhist Shirk. And the most disgusting of the Medieval Christian Jahiliyyah. But things just kept going more wrong. A lot was missing before the TV cameras could roll. There was confusion where it was. A lot of the most valuable Jahiliyyah. The Caliph and his cronies wanted to creamed the cream for a 'special fate'. And so did the oligarches. And that kept stalling the show. And corruption was already setting in. The Black Market paid an arm and a leg in precious medicines and vaccines to buy national treasures. So the less faithful of the Faithful did not want to destroy something which could be sold to the Black Market for life giving vaccines and medicines. For better rations of things which were vanishing from the shelves. For necessities which were becoming rarities. For commonplace things which were becoming luxuries. The shelves were empty. Even toilet paper was being rationed. And foodstuffs were vanishing so food hoarding was appearing. Especially pre-Caliphate foodstuffs immune to Poisoned Mutton or Mad Cow. So even Divine Leaders were secretly conspiring to pilfer instead of burn the valuables inside. So the pre-show was delayed and delayed again. All as panic seized the city.

More things went wrong. A lot of the Jahiliyyah had apparently already been hauled away into the lower depths which boasted massive security which so far no one could figure out how to breach. No one had counted on that. Up to this point the cowardly 'D's had groveled before us. No one counted on any 'D's growing a spine or a pair. And some of the wilder imams and clerics were raving about the evil genii which haunted the British Museum. Because of the ancient Shirk. Ancient Shirk was even worse than Kufr. It was the worse Jahiliyyah of all. And a lot of Muslims are pathologically terrified of such Shirk Jahiliyyah. And the British Museum had the most concentration of ancient Shirk in one sealed up and boarded up place. And the Urban Whisperers circulated dire rumors. And so much was suddenly missing. As if the ancient Shirk walked away. As if the ancient Shirk were genii who flew away. And so much of the African voodoo were obviously so suspected of being Shirk black magic. And the Ancient Egyptian Shirk was so frightening to the superstitious among the Faithful. So panic spread. Panic and hysteria!

And rumors spread of demons of black magic inside. Evil things prowling. And monsters tearing themselves off the display walls. Mummies breaking out of their glass display cases. Evil fetishes whispering black spells. Shirk statues suddenly opening their eyes. Kufr crosses containing Najis dead things oozing blood. Evil erupting all over the dim and shadowy interior. Paranormal mayhem erupting all over the place as if that movie 'The Exorcist'! The Caliph and his cronies fled. The Imams fled. More panic escalated. Only three firemen volunteered to haul out some of the Jahiliyyah to create the bonfires for the TV cameras outside. No TV camera now wanted to go inside. The show had to be done outside. It was almost Friday and nothing was on schedule. And everything was going wrong.

The three fireman volunteered to work all night but everything just kept going wrong. Then one fireman died so mysteriously. Something very bad going down. Another was badly injured. The third fireman had to drag him out as the miasma percolating out of the concentration of EVIL literally exploded and caught fire. Spontaneous combustion. And the foul smoke billowed out of the bastion of EVIL all over London and everyone downwind started to die. All as the TV show changed from an extravaganza to reassure the Faithful into a nightmare. And suddenly everyone was panicking wildly. Hysterically. As every wild rumor spread all over London. I mean, it was not as if very many of the faithful ever visited the evil place before. That would have made then Takfir Kafirs. Apostates.

So of course wild rumors now spread of Pancras. Of something very bad going down inside a place no good Muslim ever visited. So the imaginations of everyone just went wild about something very evil inside. Of something terrible happening inside. Of firemen dying inside. People said they could smell Pancras oozing out. And people were dropping dead ---- though with so many plagues and diseases it was hard to say who was dying of what. But by then everyone's nerves were shredded by whatever really did happen in the British Museum and because of the hundreds of thousands of migrants dying in the great train terminals and majestic old train hotels which had been crudely converted to house hundreds of thousands of migrants. But naturally everyone now said they were dying of Pancras spawn from the epicenter of the supernatural plague: the British Museum. And by then the British Museum was the incarnation of everyone's nightmares come to life. The Horror of the British Museum. And so it continues to be to this day. The British Museum Horror.

Our haunted museum. Our gigantic bogeyman. Our version of 'The Exorcist'. Our incarnation of Islamic EVIL. And the official face of the Pancras Plague. The official epicenter of the Pancras Plague. The official cause of the Pancras Plague. Spread with zeal by the Urban Myth Whisperers to scare everyone. The official supernatural origin for a paranormal plague for which we have only prayers to fight with. And instead of an extravaganza to reassure the people or an offering of sacrifice to Allah the fiasco became a disaster. And yet no one to this day exactly knows what really went down that night inside that evil place. Other than the fact something very bad went down. That and a fireman of course. My suspect of course.

I was not there that day or the next day after the horrible events transpired. One fireman dead. One fireman in hospital. One fireman struggling to describe incoherent but horrific evil. Something, some things, evil things, vomiting out of every evil nook and cranny and exploding into a miasma of foulness which erupted into spontaneous combustion. He kept fainting as he tried to tell everyone what he saw. The Horror of the British Museum. His fear undeniable. His terror beyond dispute. Only sixteen years old and all but traumatized by it ---- supposedly. The young hero of the Elephant & Castle Fire Department.

I arrived on the third day as the British Museum smoldered. Smoke still pouring out. But no flames. But the smoke was foul and pungent and stank of evil. People were dying downwind. Or was that latter? People unconsciously editing their memories? But people were dying when I arrived. That much was true. Though dying of what could be debated. People were describing the effects. Dire. Sinister. Clammy. Their very skin crawling. Unspeakably fearsome. Their minds shrouded and their souls tainted by the presence of pure EVIL oozing out of that sealed up bastion of ancient Shirk and Kufr. Everyone said they felt as it was pure evil. PURE EVIL. As if someone was walking over their grave. As if some ghost had just tapped them on the shoulder. And people were genuinely dying.

The imams and clerics were all but losing control. The Caliph was hunkered down in his panic room. Unbelievably, the bought old movie fans off the Blackmarket to actually try to vent the invisible miasma of death away from Buckingham Fortress. The Urban Myth Whisperers later whispered that London hovered on the cusp of collapse. But then there was a slowing of the Pancras Plague deaths. So the stampede everyone predicted did not happen. People breathed a sigh of relief. Fear and relief. A month later a second wage of Pancras hit. Worse Pancras. New and Improved Pancras. But by then everyone was fatalistically immune to the horror. You get used to horror. You get used to death. The fear remained. But resignation set in. You get used to seeing mounds of corpses in the streets. Mounds of bones littering the streets. You get used to anything after a while. And the imams and clerics had announced that anyone who died thus died a martyr. Express to Paradise. No matter how many of the Faithful died the city had to be held. The occupation of London proved the triumph of Islam. Anything else would be an acknowledgment of defeat as WW III turned dire.

Meanwhile, I decided to confront the evil when I arrived. I approached the evil place with care. I wore a WW II gasmask. I shoved a Kafir prisoner inside the burned out entry and some ten minutes later he staggered out gassed. He died two minutes later of Pancras. Or something. Something horrific. But up to then no one died that fast of Pancras. Much less that horrifically. He died before I could grill him. Too busy vomiting up blood to speak. But when I walked around the British Museum it was smoldering but not burning. And the roof had not collapsed. And its sealed windows had not exploded. One exploded later. And while I continued to test for gas with prisoners who keeled over dead I could not get inside of it myself.

Each day more of the entry was filled by debris. Except I could not see any roof collapsing. So were any floors really collapsing? And while it is hard to suspect gutless eunuchs, curators, of deliberately killing those prisoners I shoved into the debris to test for Pancras, I could not confirm the extent of any damage inside the building at all. And if this was the epicenter of the Pancras Plague then why at that moment was there a slowing of the deaths by Pancras at the train stations ---- as if the Morlocks were running out of stage dressing or supplies to generate the gas or germs?

And while I still monitor for Pancras every so often, and see fumes of greenish miasma oozing out to this day, and there has relentlessly appeared spectacularly vile Pancras vomit and mold and odious slime and oozing pus which visually proves that Pancras is still secreting out, the fact remains that the original epicenter, Pancras Train Station, never originally oozed Pancras vomit or mold or slime or pus or Ectoplasm or Ectodysplasim at all. Nor did the initial hundreds of thousands of victims die so spectacularly fast. Not until after the British Horror. Then suddenly a month later the New and Improved Pancras Plague started to kill very fast and very spectacularly as if the Pancras Plague had a learning curve — or else new and improved supplies were arriving. The worst dying incredibly fast as blood exploded out of every organ. Their eyes. Their noses. Their ears. Their mouths. Their rectums. Others less exposed dying even worse. Raving. Madness. Gangrene of the extremities. Creepy crawling insanity as the infected clawed their skin off. Uncontrollable tremors and then staggering. Paralysis. Delirium. Coma. Death.

In fact the 'Steroid' Pancras Plague and the Pancras Toxic Mold and Slime and Pancras Pus Infectious Ectoplasm and Ectodysplasim and Pancras Airborne Spores and the greenish Pancras miasma gas all appeared AFTER the British Museum erupted into fire. Not before. And while the sighting of Pancras Toxic Mold and Slime and Pus and Vomit and also the visible or invisible miasma gas all herald the now classic initial symptoms of horrible skin rashes, stinging eyes, headaches, nausea, vomiting, and creepy crawling clammy skin premonitions of death which are now considered the classic early symptoms of Pancras exposure before the onslaught of full blown Pancras plague, they were not the first symptoms. Not the original symptoms. No! They became the first symptoms of Pancras after the British Horror. So the original Pancras either mutated or else what really happened during the British Horror was ---- and is ----- something else entirely. Whatever really occurred inside that evil place is not what that young 'heroic' fireman said. My suspect! My highly imaginative suspect! A movie lover clearly! A lover of horror movies clearly! He should have joined the Urban Myth Whisperers for he has the gift of the gab despite his innocent face and childish mimicking of fear.

And the symptoms which everyone assumes are the first symptoms of exposure to Pancras plague are actually symptoms to exposure to certain paints and chemicals set on fire. And some chemicals and paints if burned do cause chemical reactions which are noxious but not necessarily fatal or else monoxide which can be fatal. And monoxide can generate emotional reactions as if dread or fear. So that makes what happened that night an arson fire. And while everyone now says Pancras miasma kills and also can be cause spontaneous fires, that only occurred after the British Fire. And the Wallace Fire. Which makes that arson as well. Two arsons. Three if you count what happened after the Tate. Four if you also count the V&A fire. And while methane can erupt into spontaneous combustion, monoxide does not. And arson is not spontaneous combustion.

A fire which cannot be doused by water and smolders for damn near ten years is a fire which is simply a fed special effect. And either monoxide or a gas concealed in smoke. Garnished by more special effects. And corpses hauled off the streets elsewhere and used as garnishes around the British Horror. All to deliberately muddy the reality of different forms of fatal Pancras. An artificial plague transmitted in different ways to kill in different ways. Kill us. Invented to kill us. Invented by the Morlocks to kill us. Genetically modified to kill us. Victims dying quite differently depending on not just the exposure but the type of Pancras. GMO Pancras. Cheap Pancras. Toxic effects Pancras. You name it Pancras. Dog whistle Pancras. A green stink Pancras. You name it Pancras. A tattered sign tied to rusting razor wire with a skull and crossbones Pancras. And who ordered the razor wire to surround the site? I can't find who ordered the razor wire to surround the site. Or the V&A site. Or any site of any supposed Pancras plague pits. Much less the signs.

And when I first walked around this damn site in my gas mask, poking at the debris with a stick, I found the three stacks of Jahiliyyah for burning. But one stack had the least oil paintings piled up on it to be burned. Very few in fact. Now maybe the Caliph's Procurer came and creamed the most cream off at that particular pile of oil paintings. But if I can ID the fireman working at that stack and then cross reference him with the Tate bonfires and then the V& A Fire, all of which all occurred right after the Wallace Fire, all supposedly Pancras spontaneously erupting into fire as the firemen were just entering the sites, then I should find one name that keeps appearing. Always one step ahead of the Pancras plague. Our young Elephant & Castle fireman. Our so-called hero. Always heroically offering to risk his life to enter potentially Pancras contaminated sites to haul out Jahiliyyah and then hauling out the least. Diverting it. Or else giving insider warning about the date and time the fire engines are due to arrive to burn the Jahiliyyah. To the Caliph's Procurer? To the Blackmarket? Or to the Monuments Men? Or else setting the counterfeit fires. Throwing chemicals into mock fires to manufacture bogus symptoms. Maybe even helping to spread the bogus visual Pancras toxic mold and slime and vomit and pus ectoplasm that everyone sees with terror and never investigates or questions.

Never infected by the Pancras plague. Or any plague or infection. So resiliently alive despite the plagues and diseases and contagions which kill us more uninoculated mortals. Because not even the Caliph could cream off that much loot. And the Caliph's newest Procurer has told me he has been foiled systematically by someone other than the Monuments Men. Someone working for the Monuments Men in a fire department. A snitch for the Monuments Men. A Deep Throat or else a double agent. And only someone who is inoculated can be so very healthy nowadays. And the only fireman who did not perish at the Wallace Pancras plague site proved to be guess who? Our hero. And six months after the British Museum Horror the second survivor besides our great hero also died when he accidentally got sprayed with kerosene and trapped inside a commercial art gallery Jahiliyyah torching. And guess who was working that shift as well? Our supposed hero... my suspect." The Hunter grimaced. "I feel my suspect as if my alter ego. The inversion of myself. I was once tempted no less than he by forbidden fruit! But while I save my soul my counter part damned his soul. Now I am compelled to hunt him! My doppelganger! And tonight one of us must die!...."

*** ***

As the fireman marched west toward the setting sun he looked around the abandoned ruins and then pulled out the small package revealing a vaccine booster shot in a sterile container. Then he injected himself by habit and tossed the syringe. Then he quick marched toward the rendezvous where he expected to meet someone.

*** ***

The robot in its simple austere black tunic watched the computer screen as the latest attack was repelled. It read the blur of computer code with a naked face of metallic complexity. One metallic hand slipped out of the sash collar of its loose kimono to scratch its metallic face with a contemplative gesture. Then it shrugged both metallic shoulders as both hands slipped out of their billowing silk sleeves to fold across its metallic chest inside the overlapping sash collar of its black samurai kimono. The sleeves left empty to float in the aggressive ventilation as if dangling sails or else flags. The small crests in the center of each black sleeve identifying its algorithm programing. "Is this Ragnarok?" the robot mused with gruff tones. "Does the enemy suspect that the Chimes toll at Midnight?..."

*** ***

"The Hellwaine Hearses are busy tonight" one fireman told another. "Eight water mains have poisoned thousands. I swear the only safe water is inside the Elephant & Castle Fire Department."

"And the only safe food are our rations" another fireman said. "Old military rations."

"But I hear that next week we are out. And we will be forced to eat Halal R."

"Then we will die!" the other fireman whispered.

"Yes..... and whispers say a certain fireman on his tri-night walkabout is suspect. So suspect the Captain deliberately arranged for him to draw the short straw of the night out in the cold."

"Why?"

"Because rumors say the Captain has a lead to a secret treasure house."

"And you- know- who is a snitch?"

"And you- know- who is a snitch....."

Meanwhile the Caliph's Procurer was inside the office of the Captain of the Elephant & Castle Fire Department. "The Caliph has heard that you have a lead to a secret treasure house."

"Which will burn tonight. We will have a Jahiliyyah bon fire such as not brightened the dark sky in many a moon."

"The Caliph wants to...."

"We will do our duty come hell or highwater. The Jahiliyyah will burn"

"The Caliph wants...."

"The Caliph can go to hell!"

*** ***

"Oui. The Morlocks are raising. But what weapon will your lot use to feast on the Eloi?" the man -pig asked the Urban Myth Whisperers in the lower depths of the underground.

"Paranoia" the Kent voice whispered with silky tones.

"The terrors of the human mind turned against itself. the BBC voice added in velvety tones.

"And the torture of the psyche" the Oxford voice added softly, in silvery tones. The voices trained to be seductive. Their shadowy deceit just as trained.

"A translation of this mumbo jumbo for this 'umble Najis if you may?" the man-pig retorted. "What with being a vile creature of no intelligence or morality and all."

" Psychology!" the Oxford Urban Whisperer translated with a soft chuckle. "We are exploiting the Achilles Heel of our enemy. For the New Eloi which have debased us after displacing us have always displayed a proven penchant for even the most absurd of Urban Myths and Conspiracy Theories. From the 'Protocols of Zion' to the 9/11 CIA toss & piffle to the Friday The Thirteenth Freemason Conspiracy buncombe. The fantastical is believed blindly and the BIG LIE is trusted over embarrassing facts and inconvenient truths without question. Indoctrinated from birth to swallow whole lies the size of elephants and deceits the size of rhinoceros. Suckled from birth on doublespeak and balderdash. Swallowing whole such poison pills as miracles and flying horses. Incredulity is so embraced the truth has become fiction even as fiction as become the truth. All courtesy of a mind set the Faithful call Zikr..."

"It is always everyone else's fault. Except it ain't!" the Cockney Cockroach mimicked in an imitation of a whinny child.

"Well that is a byproduct of the Zikr mind after all. Infantile!" the BBC voice replied in melodious scorn. "Incapable of growing up. Or taking responsibility. Or practicing self control. Or impulse control. And such embarrassingly bad pathological liars. Such distressingly juvenile mind sets which anyone else would call superstitious and irrational" the BBC voice purred. "Infantization at its most puerile. Without the charms of naivete. Boasting of the superior morality of the feral baby ...."

"....Sheeple" the man-pig interjected. "But SheeNle who boast of being the New Barbarians. 'We must rule ourselves and we must rule others.' Oui. Drunk on self importance as well as violence. Oink. Oink. 'Dominate' is the only verb they know. That and 'submission'. As in who nominated them to rule the bloody world? Eh? As far as I am concerned I only kowtow to Queen Victoria's manifest destiny on account that only we ever ruled the world efficiently. And 'onestly. And industriously."

"So the ex-Empire of Britannia is reduced to making sure the trains ran on time?" the Oxford voice asked ironically as he gestured to the amazing contraption.

"On account that we built the bloody railroads" the industrial man-pig retorted. "And the roads. And the bridges. And the viaducts and the tunnels. And the gaslight and electric lights and the telegraph and the telephone and everything else. We built everything. We laid the underwater cables for the International Intelligence Interface we did. And for the telephones. And for the internet. That is why we knew 'ow to cut them. We built the superstructures. We built the skyscrapers. We ain't no 'service industry'. We made things. With our 'ands and with our machines we did. We mass produced such riches and such wonders such as the world never saw before or since. Not even that there China rivaled what once we used to do. Our industries transformed the world. Our machines powered the world. And our factories made everything that could be dreamed of. See this here pocket watch. My grandfather made it. And it won't never break like them plastic things. And who has fancy batteries now? But this runs spot on. Just like when it was made back when.

And your 'oity-toity bastions filled the world with modern wonders no less than our navvies and our industry. With medicine and every sort of 'igh tech gizmo. At least we used to. Until the traitors betrayed us and sold us down the river. And Parliament betrayed their oath and betrayed their nation and betrayed us. But I don't wear no badge of shame and I never will" The angry man-pig gestured to the small pin of Saint George. "And you toffs need us now don't you? You need us again. You fancy toff prima donnas need us blue collar blokes and us navvies again don't you? Just like before. First we built London above the ground. Then we built London below ground. Haven't we. And now we have rebuilt London below ground haven't we? And admire the goddamn electric lights."

"This ghostly light you mean?" the BBC voice replied ironically.

Enraged, the Cockney Cockroach opened a box on his gerry-rigged contraption and pulled out an retrofitted electric gizmo. Then he pushed a toggle and the ghostly abandoned underground cavern suddenly blazed with blinding electric lights. The Urban Myth Whisperers cowered instinctively as if creatures so long in the shadows they could no longer endure the light. Then the enraged industrial worker turned the electric lights down to a ghostly twilight.

"A subterranean wonder of blue collar majesty of industry and ingenuity my dear fellow!" the Kent voice purred. "And even the trains run on time."

"Oui! But my passenger is late he is. Or else I would not be jawing with you pricks!" the Cockney Cockroach replied as he checked his pocket watch. "The streets are not safe above ground. Not during the day when the authorities pretend to rule. And not at night when the nutters all come out. Oink. Oink. It is almost fun to creep out at dusk along the roofs of the ruins of Piccadilly to watch the olier-than-thou nutters attack each other."

"You sit on the derelict neon sights as if a gargoyle to peruse the devolution of our temporary conquerors?" the silvery voice Oxford don purred. "With Piccadilly Circus a new Colosseum wherein the delusional rabble destroy themselves while we cheer from our subterranean depths."

"Oui! Who says the Piccadilly neon is deader than a dodo? I have personally retrofitted a sign in preparation for King 'arry's return I have. A 'Welcome back to London King 'arry.' neon sign. Yes my sweets. I have. And oui! Oh but you talk toff being toff but whose guest is you below ground? Mine. So talk sweet to me my sweets" the Cockney Cockroach replied. "And provide translation for all of that 'oity-toity you marlay."

"Indeed my dear chap" the honeyed voice of Kent purred. "Our enemy's strength and weakness is his blind obedience of blind faith. The Zifr Mind. And also the Slave Mentality enshrined in the Sword Verses. Crippled by 1400 plus years of being the enslaving slaves of the 'Divine Slavery'. Likewise crippled by 4000 plus years of religiously blessed, supremacy mandated exploitation courtesy of the Islamic version of the Marxist transfer of wealth through Ghazi Razzia Viking Warfare updated by the Extractive Economics of Oil augmented by Slavery and veneered by Dhimmitude Servitude. The enemy have ceased to be able to toil or achieve for himself what he has always assumed the conquered and the enslaved and the indentured and the subservient would achieve for him. Or else buying off the shelf of your industry my dear chap. And buying off the shelf of our genius. The ultimate self absorbed non achievers. And now the self absorbed non achievers think they are so entitled by their religiously blessed 'Best of Peoples' Ubermensch Ummah supremacy that they need not buy. Or beg. They can demand. They can take. The bottomless riches of your hard work and our genius. The legacy of two thousand years of achievements bought by the blood, sweat, and tears of our ancestors. Our heritage. The fruits of our forefathers. Our inheritance for our children's children. Theirs for the confiscation.

Hence the irrational sense of gross entitlement so quintessential of the precious species called The Eloi. The delusional functional illiterate, the school drop out, and felonious thug who fancies himself a Ghazi Razzia Viking. Holding a club in one hand while holding out his other hand to beg. Everything we toiled for and still toil for to feed the Eloi and clothe the Eloi and domicile the Eloi and provide toys to entertain the Eloi. In grand domes of demi paradises. Cowering and kowtowing cravenly as if Untermensch before their Ubermensch greatness. Nought but Morlocks condemned to serve our precious self nominated Ubermensch betters. The New Eloi. Hence the fatalistic passivity combined with a gross sense of narcissist self absorbed sloth conjunct with a total absence of work ethic. The spoiled Infant Terrible. Howling and smashing and breaking and demanding. Functional illiterate, Marxist spoiled, idiots, but not useful idiots, assuming the Regressive Marxist concocted UN Agenda 21 transfer of the wealth of two thousand years of hard work and momentous achievements by the West will be passively handed over on howling demand to overgrown babies who can't even write their names which are all misspellings of the word Mohammad."

"Dhimmi Dave and rest of the Brussels Junta can go to 'ell who ordered us Morlocks to toil on our 'ands and knees to 'and over the sweat of our brow to them greedy Eloi!" the man-pig snarled.

"And our enemy has another fatal flaw. Our enemy scorns the Fikr mind of rationality and analytic thinking which allows us to achieve practical control over our lives which they sneer as a 'donkey laden with books'" the Kent voice whispered with honey smoothness, the voice intoxicating in its malevolent beauty. "So is it to be wondered at that books were declared to be haram? To be burned? And literacy damned? The difference between Christianity and Islam is this: 'render unto Caesar that which is Caesar's' allows secularism while Islam is theocracy incarnate. And Christian miracles are exceptions to the norm of scientific cause and effect while Islam sees miracles as the norm and cause and effect not at all."

"And they never worked a day in their lives while expecting us Morlocks to toil away in our factories to support them like fat prima donnas" the Cockney Cockroach snarled. "Such gross entitlement what that not even your public school toffs 'ave displayed for many a century. And at least you bastards were our toffs. Them Eloi are nought but dirty peasants from flea riddled failed states that are nought but open sewers. Though I speak to you in a sewer. But a Victorian achievement of a sewer. A grand edifice ---- which still works. Ditto our glorious tube underground."

"But not the trains" the BBC voice whispered. At that moment there was a piercing howl. The man-pig pushed his puny contraption into a side rail as the escalating roar of steam pierced the underground. Then with a steam powered shriek of a brass whistle a fantastically retrofitted steam engine underground train roared down the tracks before being swallowed up by the next dark tunnel.

"You blokes were saying?" the man-pig said nonchalantly as he moved his gerry-rigged contraption back onto the main tracks. He pulled out a freshly printed underground time table and offered it to the Urban Myth Whisperers with pride. "Steam is green. Biofuel. From pigshit."

"I stand before you in unspeakable awe!" the Oxford whisperer replied.

"But I am sure your voice will return very quickly!" the Cockney Cockroach added dryly. "Your impulse to gab being uncontrollable."

"The Achilles Heel of our common enemy is their infantile Right Brain. The New Eloi" the BBC voice explained in lush deep tones. "Undomesticated and uncivilized. All but uneducated. Usually functionally illiterate. Now entirely illiterate. With a penchant for unspeakable violence to be sure. Such as initially unmanned us being obsessively law abiding creatures. Unspeakably violent to be sure but also feral. Infantile. Drenched in fear. All imagination and emotionality. Impulsive. Greedy. Frightened. Primal. Brittle. Overcompensating. Unspeakably violent. But uncontrollable violence is also a two edged sword. Unable to connect the dots of Causality and therefore helpless in the face of events beyond control or comprehension. Fatalistic and devoid of a work ethic. And hysteric. The Right Brain of the infant incased in the adult. Struggling to explain the unexplainable by way of fantastical story telling and jejune rummaging.

The child's mind. The mystic's mind too. Unschooled in logic and unacquainted with facts. Marooned in a mire of malarkey larded over with religious dementia. The Right Brain is the residue of the ape brain which the Left Brain, Advanced Brain of the industrial, industrious, rational, literate, and disciplined man, the Civilized man, struggles to control. But the Eloi's Left Brain is stillborn. Shriveled. So much so that the 'Divine Slavery' must act as a totalitarian, authoritarian, Commanding Heights Left Brain substitute. To impose control by force. So if the Commanding Heights 'Divine Slavery' totalitarianism is removed then and the adherents of this nefarious cult of Mohammedan disintegrate into gibbering anarchy."

"That and contagious diseases" the Kent voice softly added. "Such delightfully contagious diseases."

"For which only we have the vaccines" the Oxford voice added in silvery tones. "And we don't even need mercury."

"But the black market sells it to the Eloi to cure the Moonglow Pox" the BBC voice purred.

"Or in short what we more 'umble lot call the brains of the sheeple" the Cockney Cockroach added with impudence. "Only good for brainwashing eh. Or else scaring. Boo. What that goes bump in the night eh? Oui! Oui! How they 'arangue us for being moronic when they believe every crazy rumor such as your lot circulates to discombobulate them. Your whisperers yank their tails and they squeal like piglets they do. Oink! Oink!"

"No less than you my dear chap" the Oxford Urban Myth Whisperer whispered in a silvery ironical voice. "For do you not yank the Eloi's tail with phobias and taboos for which they have an uncontrollable terror?"

"Oui. I am just an artful mirror reflecting back their own 'olier-than-thou arrogance. Them Ubermensch of the Ummah. The 'Best of Peoples'. Unlike yours truly. A Najis creature of unspeakable vileness and loathsome disgustingness" the Cockney Cockroach retorted with lower class scorn as he fussed with his spectacles perched on his repulsively slimy rubber snout as drool oozed out.

"Augmented by Vaseline and shaving foam" the BBC voice purred.

"So we are all psychologists of the terrors of the mind" the man-pig explained. "And each in our big or little ways incarnates the big and little fears of our collective enemy. The Eloi. They torture us above the ground in the ruins of their playground. And we torture them below the ground and inside the darkness of their minds. Like this cavern. All big and dark and spooky and cobwebby with echoes and shadows."

"I declare my dear fellow you are a follower of Freud!" the Oxford voice chuckled in silver tones.

"Did not the Machiavellian Al Ghazali boast of the ingredients of our enemies' victory?" the honey voiced Kent Urban Myth Whisperer whispered. "The secret weapons of the arsenal which ushered our enemies' temporary triumph? 'Terror & Control. Fear & Power'. We have but suborned our enemies' own weapons and now we weld their own weapons against them. The Eloi now experience the full horrors which they have inflicted on us. As their illusions of triumph melt as if dew at dawn. An eye for an eye. And Terror and Fear and unspeakable Violence for Terror and Fear and unspeakable Violence. And with Terror we will again achieve control and with Fear we will again achieve power."

"You lot forgot Violence" the man-pig retorted. "I make that three ingredients of that there arsenal which we have suborned against our enemies. The Eloi."

"The Cockney can count" the richly melodious baritone BBC voice purred.

"Unlike your lot clearly" the man-pig retorted in a harsh tenor.

"So make that Terror & Control. Fear & Power. And Violence & Submission" the Kent voice whispered in honey tones with an edge of rage concealed behind that lush richness.

"Oui but you do talk fancy for all of your rags and whispers. But I reap your meaning. It is time to dine. And the Eloi are going to be sent straight down into 'ell!" the Cockney retorted as he placed his weapons back in their boxes. The he pulled out an antiquate pocket watch and tapped it. He snorted in exasperation .

At that moment, as if on cue, a hybrid man-dog in Victorian couture ran down the pedestrian tunnel to jump onto the mobile contraption while waving his top hat and briefcase. "Forgive me my dear pig. I was held up for throwing the scent of the morality police off my tracks. Then the man-dog casually gestured with a bloody switchblade. "And corpses left as if calling cards at the front gates to the lower depths do discourage the too curious not to be too inquiring!" The man-pig chuckled in reply. Then the man pig resumed hand cranking his amazing contraption. The wheeled car creaked across the rails as he oinked with ironical joy. Then the Cockney Cockroach and the Oxford In Exile Professor of genetically modified contagious diseases vanished into the next dark tube tunnel as the Victorian man-dog shouted "I have distilled the vaccine for the black plague. It is about to be unleashed onto our fair city. The Black Plague I mean. Not the vaccine. That is ours."

"But the Countdown has begun dear dog" the Oxford don shouted back as the contraption vanished into the dark tunnel. "Oh dear! His great achievement comes too late to be unleashed. Pity. I have never seen a soul die of the medieval plague. It would have been amusing to watch."

"Each to his position" the Urban Myth Whisperer from Kent whispered.

"What about the fireman?" the Anglo Indian Urban Myth Whisperer whispered.

"Leave him to me" the third sinister shadow whispered. "For the Chimes toll at Midnight."

"Then why bother to extract him at all?" the Kent aristocrat whispered from the shadows as the three aged Baby Boomers dispersed into the shadows.

"I owe him a ticket to damnation" the Oxford elitist shadow whispered. "Or else a hollow crown." 

# Chapter Five

Meanwhile, an aged, raggedly man watched the sunset spill into the ruins of the burnt out church as if blood oozing across the sky from an open celestial wound. "How did it come to this. Me. Here. Starving. And homeless." The bloody sunset shown through the great gapping holes which once were beautiful stain glass windows. The ruddy light filled the hollow ruin as if great gashes of blood among the deepening shadows of pollution. Then the fugitive cowered deeper in the growing shadows of the horribly desecrated sacred ruin. The shaking fingers of one hand by habit felt the badge of shame pinned to his rags. "With gracious tolerance I embraced my child's destroyer and when inexcusable naivete I opened the doors of my home and my country to my conqueror. And now I am a foreigner in my own land. Disenfranchised and disinherited. Displaced and replaced. And my nemesis feasts in my place. And my bane has become my master."

"The nemesis has long ceased feasting" another voice whispered in the growing shadows as the sun set into distant jagged ruins.

The aged man cried out. "My child! My daughter!"

"I am neither" the younger voice whispered in the cold shadows of the burned out church. "This ruin is all you have bequeathed to me Father. Ruins. Ruins. Ruins. Ruins are all you have left me. Ruins and revenge!"

"My daughter. The aged Baby Boomer wept as he tried to reach out to a bitter shadow in the shadows. "I swear. I did not realize the repercussions of my folly when I embraced Blair's treachery. I had to vote 'In' because it was the safe thing to do. How could I know that Dhimmi Dave was lying to us all. How did I know the EU technocrats were holding back the Pandora's Box of Poisoned Pills of unsavory new laws until after the Brexit referendum. How could I guess what our so-called national leaders, those Loki Insider traitors, were plotting? That they never intended to close the borders. That they always intended to happen what did happen. 'First do no harm'. Wasn't it better to be safe in the EU rather than jump out into the terrifying freedom of independence?

The Victorians were giants. And our paters and maters were titans of Churchill. They bestrode the globe. We were but pygmies. Unable to dominate even in the prime of our lives. Too malleable and too timid because we were too mollycoddled. We never were taught to stand on our own two feet. Or to fight. War was seen in hindsight of Vietnam as too futile. And we were too guilt riddled. To insecure. Too desperate to be politically correct. Too desperate to not appear to be racist or bigoted or entitled because of the supernova of over achievement by our ancestors. Not tempered by the Great Depression or WW II. Too spoiled by too much prosperity which we assumed was bottomless. The norm. Something which would always be there. Advanced World prosperity. Advanced World safety. Advanced World peace and security. The Post Cold War Advanced World of Progressive Left Triumph. The Global New World Order. And I trusted my leaders. The Commanding Heights said they would keep us safe. Wasn't safety better than freedom? Wasn't security better than democracy? And I had my retirement to think of. Wasn't the status quo more wise than ...."

".....Reclaiming our ancient freedoms and rightful laws" the bitter voice in the shadows retorted. "And recovering our rightful legacy to once again seize control of our inalienable destiny. And restoring our once proud national identity while reaffirming our ancient values and ideals. Trusting that our goodly heritage and our glorious history as the scion of the Elizabeths and Victoria and Churchill would be a solid bedrock on which to ride out any crisis. You renounced our heritage and values as if smashing the compass while cutting the cable of our anchor to Queen & Country and the Flag of Saint George & Saint Andrew to let the unmoored ship of state careen into the rocks!

All while forcing the poison of self doubt and self hatred and self suicide down our throats. For isn't that what your vaulted multi-cultural tolerance and much trumpeted diversity translated into? Self doubt. Self hatred. Self denial. Self abolishment. And self suicide. You loved the foreigner over your own. You raised up the migrant over your own lawful citizenry. You displaced Tommy and you displaced me with him. That filthy bastard!"

"No! Please! Please!" the ragged old man cried. "I did not know what would happen!"

"You erased our past and you undermined our self worth. We of the Millennials. Your diversity of multi-cultural relativism destroyed our own culture and our heritage. You denied us even our own right to our self identity. Our self determination. Our own self worth. And our very right to exist. Safe. Safe. Did staying in an insane asylum called the authoritarian EU keep me safe Daddy? Did staying in the chains and bondage of dictatorship keep your only daughter safe?"

"Please!" the aged Baby Boomer wept. "I never thought that...."

"...You opened the gates of the citadel to our enemies Father. You and all of your damn groovy touchy feely 68ers. So gutless. Not even able to protect your own flesh and blood. Much less your country. A touchly feely luvvy dovey multi-cultural Regressive relativist eunuch. You and yours. Even in school you took everything away from me!"

"But I gave you everything. The best clothes. A new car. A new cell phone every year. A fashionable prep school. University."

"And at that damn multi-cultural school of yours took everything away from me which mattered Daddy. Your damn school declared that 'No landmark event in British History has to be taught'. And it wasn't. So I was not allowed to learn about 1066. Or the Hollow Crown. Or the Magna Carta. Or Elizabeth I. Or Elizabeth II. Or Nelson. Or Trafalgar. Or Waterloo. Or Wellington. Or Queen Victoria. Or Churchill. Not WW I or WW II. Not the King James Bible or Shakespeare. Not Dickens or Austen. Not Wilde or James. Not Wells or Eliot. No achievements that I could be proud of. Only failures and humiliations. No knowledge of my nation's glories or its heritage. Only my nation's fiascos and deficiencies. Not its ideals and its values ---- which were negated and debunked and degraded and humiliated. Not what our nation achieved or what it did right. Only when it failed and what it did wrong. Until I felt as if I wanted to slash my own throat in atonement for crimes and misdemeanors. Most of which were lies. Lies! Lies to made me hate my country and hate myself.

Not that we were the first people to outlaw slavery. Oh no! That was not taught. Only that we were for a moment in time the owners of slaves. Not how well we build Canada and New Zealand and Australia and Hong Kong and Singapore. Only that we lost America. Not that we among the first to restore democracy and the first to have Trial by Jury. No! Only that America was greater and our organic laws were inferior to the world. Not about our Profit For Progress where we built our colonies into super states. Spending billions to improve the lives of our subjects. Ruling our colonies better than any other imperial empire ever did while leaving most of our colonies as super states. No! Only that we failed sometimes to live up to our own high standards. Not for outlawing suttee and introducing democracy and due process of common law. No! Only the black marks.

My history was besmirched. My ancestors were libeled. My heroes were ridiculed or else called fools. Fools and racists. My customs were mocked. My traditions were scoffed. My trust in my nation's institutions was poisoned. My past was blacked. My hopes for a future were stolen. Everything I needed for my identity was negated or else damned. Even my religion. Christianity was called effete. Racist. Yet the glorification of Islam was nonstop. Uncritical and biased. Mostly lies. Used like a club to bludgeon me. You and your school shoved the false lies of multi-cultural egalitarian relativism down my throat until I choked. To make me so suicidal I would surrender to the 'Divine Slavery' and agree to the Great Displacement and the Great Replacement. My generation was sacrificed on the alter of political correctness. And my generation, the Millennials, was forfeited for Muslim migrants. Who marched into my country to displace and replace and enslave me. Well Daddy. I hate to disillusion you. But we are not interchangeable units. Not every nation or culture or ideal or religion or people have the same value or worth. Great Britain was great. Great. Until you and yours destroyed it. The West was the best you lying bastard. And at the age of 17 I learned the hardest possible way how a mediaeval religion and culture could reduce me to meat for a barbarian to wipe his sins off on."

"Please! Please! I did not know that would happen. The Labor Party told everyone to open their doors to...."

"And you let our historic foes into the bastion. Hell! You let the bastards into our home. You invited a bastard to stay in the bedroom of my dead brother. Your dead son. You let one of them move right into the bedroom of Tommy who died in Afghanistan. To invade my shrine to my dead brother. You let that bastard move right into the shrine I kept for my dead brother. Whose death broke my mother's heart. You let that bastard sleep in my brother's empty bed and shove all of my brother's most precious childhood treasures into a cardboard box to toss into the ash can. While that bastard confiscated my brother's civilian clothes and his shoes and use his computer while erasing my brother's memory from our house.

Tearing down the Union Jack for which Tommy gave his life. And burning Tommy's Flag of Saint George. 'Oh it was a cross dear. And you know that crosses are considered hate speech dear. You know that flag is now considered racist hate speech. Xenophobic. We don't want to offend our new guest dear. We don't want our new guest to feel disrespected.' You erased Tommy for that doppelganger. That bastard. Displacing and replacing Tommy with that bastard. You did not even try to save Tommy's remains in that sad little cardboard box after I was arrested. An Identitarian had to save Tommy's medal and the few relics of his short life to give to me in my ..... exile."

"A Muslim came for that cardboard box" the starving man replied with fear. "A Muslim and a .... I think he was with an .... Anarchist."

"What?" the bitter woman was confused. "I got that precious cardboard box of Tommy's relics and medal from Afghanistan from an Identitarian."

"Please stop punishing me" The starving man whimpered. "How was I to know what was going to happen that day in Hyde Park. The Labor Party said we should open our doors to the refugees. Our homes. To the refugees. The poor women and children. The poor displaced families. The poor refugees displaced by wars we caused. To atone for our colonial past. For Blair's wars. To atone for our unfair prosperity built on the corpses of the colonized. To atone for Vietnam. To atone for WW II. To atone for colonial ..."

"...So tell me Daddy who moved into my dead brother's bed? And then raped me in my bedroom next door?"

"Please! Please! The Hyde Park Misunderstanding! A gesture of heroism turned into a nightmare! And I went to jail no less than you!" The aged 68er cringed. "The Luvvies made it sound so fashionable. Noble. To open out homes to the displaced. I thought it would be a venerable Syrian family and ..... and ..... not a grown man of war age. Not a Somalian who ......."

".....Did any of the fashionable movie star Luvvies invite any of that scum into their fashionable homes Daddy?" the bitter shadow snarled.

"I did not know! We did not know!" the starving man cried as one shaking hand felt his badge of shame by habit for fear of defying the authorities by daring to bestride the city which once was his without it. "We did not see the implications of our folly. We thought we were being idealistic. Sharing our prosperity. The UN Agenda 21 said we should share our prosperity. Sharing our prosperity with the needy of the Third World. They did not tell us the millions and millions and millions of the entire Third World would rush to our door steps and expect us to ....."

"Sharing my flesh and blood." The shadow in the shadows separated and stood in the halo of the bloody sunset. Her thin body rigid in improvised armor of industrial bits and pieces. Her crossbow in one hand. Then she pulled off her helmet and goggles to reveal a horribly scarred face and hacked off hair. "You handed over your own flesh and blood to be Devshirme to the conqueror to save yourself for a while longer. And see how your flesh and blood was violated.

'Whatever thy right hand possesses do with as you will.' Mohammad's Koranic orders to his conquering horde. 'Whatever thy right hand possesses do with as you will.' And he did! I was raped! And tortured! 'Meat to wipe my sins off on.' That is what the bastard said as he raped and tortured me! 'Inshallah. If Allah wills it' he shouted as he raped me! 'Are you enjoying it whore?' he said as he raped me! 'You Christian whore! You slag! You slut! Uncovered meat! Are you enjoying a real man shoving his manhood up your withered loins?' Then he poured lighter fluid over me and struck a match!" The hideous face snarled at her pater who covered his aged face with both his withered hands in shame.

"Forgive me! Forgive me!" the aged man cried to his estranged child. In reply she slapped her pater across his face in a backhanded gesture of contempt.

"You let that racist, White hating, West hating, Islamic misogynist take my virginity. My innocence. My beauty. My eggs. The bastard had gonorrhea. Leaving me sterile! The doctor told me I was lucky. At least the swine did not have syphilis. You let that bastard take my womanhood. My self worth. My human rights as an liberated woman. My citizenship. My past. My future. My heritage. My ideals. My religion. My nation. My identity. You let him and them take everything away from me except my hate. The Identitarians had to smuggle me away from the hospital before I could be arrested for the Hyde Park Misunderstanding' as you call it!"

"But it all sorta came right in the end didn't it?" the starving man cried. "The Hyde Park man you assaulted did turn out to be a notorious terrorist. So why didn't you come back? The government had to backtrack. About your arrest. Later. And I was released from jail. Later. But you never came back. And they took our home. And your mother's grave was violated."

"Why don't you die you bastard! Die Daddy! Die!" the now nearly middle aged Millennial snarled. Her mutilated face was all the more livid because of her hatred for her father. She gestured to the crudely painted arm band of an outlawed flag."I wear Saint George's Cross and Tommy's metal with pride and you wear the badge of shame with cowardice. And now you cower here in the ruins of a place you never bothered to worship inside of until it was burned down. And you pray so hypocritically to a god you have always denied. And you repeat the words you have always ridiculed. You betrayed Tommy and Mommy and your nation no less than you betrayed me.

Tonight I wage war for my nation. But not for you. Whether or not I will survive to see the dawn I will always live and die hating you!" Then the angry battle maiden marched through the ruins leaving the aging and starving human ruin alone in the ruins of his lost nation now conquered and occupied by an enemy who conquered it without firing a shot because the traitors who opened the gates were the leaders of the people they were betraying. And the people being betrayed were so deluded by their leaders they not only let the betrayal happen, they cheered it and held up welcome posters to their invading conquerors.

*** ***

The mysterious military commander stared at the massive computer screens which dominated his inner sanctum. The bright digital codes and numbers flashed across the oddly retrofitted screen, casting his trim form into silhouette. Then another military officer joined him. "How is your family?" the senior military officer asked his aide de camp.

"Hungry" the thin man replied.

"But you are still scrounging military rations for them?"

The aide de camp flinched. "I am sharing my military rations" he told his boss. My tragedy is all but one of my children have perished. My only hope is that I can still save my wife and last child by sharing my military rations."

"Yes. Well..." the senior military officer replied enigmatically. Both men watched the computers gyrate with intel as their dark forms were outlined by digital numbers flashing across a map of the world. "I am surprised the emergency power generators are still operating. Everything is being sabotaged. Viruses both cyber and biological. And the gyrating magnetism is wreaking havoc with the few remaining satellites. The enemy is clever. I grant you that." Then suddenly another area of that glowing map went dark. "Another" the senior military officer declared with an oddly flat voice. No emotions giving him away.

"Madrid" his aide de camp whispered. "But how do we know for sure?"

"Because up to two minutes ago the delusional propaganda being broadcast was nonstop. And now ..... it has stopped."

"But can we be sure the New Spanish Civil War really has ......"

"Yes. My secret intel has confirmed that the Second Spanish Civil War has achieved it very bloody goal. Every single combatant has been....."

"Every single? How? Millions of North African Migrants have been pouring into Spain. Wasn't New Cordoba suppose to be invincible? All of the Sultans and Caliphs. All of the Divine Leaders. The Beloved Leader. Victory assured? Islam Triumphant? All of Eurabia. The New Caliphate. The Unbelievers brought to their knees at last. Conquest of the Infidel West a fiat accomplish. The triumph over the Christian Crusaders complete. The True Believers finally doing what they always swore they would do. Conquering the Christian World through weapons other than what could be bought off the shelf of Western Genius. The only weapon which Islam could create. The one invincible weapon against which the West could not defend itself. The one thing the West with all of its genius could not find a defense against."

"The Achilles Heel of the West" the senior military man said in a curiously flat voice. "Its own idealism. Its own naivete. Its own do-goody Guilt Culture. Its own Christian impulse to help others. To take the high road. To assume all people were as idealistic as they were. To assume that if you treat others as you would treat yourself they would love you instead of despise you."

"Well that too of course but I was thinking of Islam's twin invincible weapons: Mass Over Population. 'One day millions of men will leave the Southern Hemisphere to go to the Northern Hemisphere. And they will not go there as friends. Because they will go there to conquer it. And they will conquer it with their sons. The wombs of our women will give us victory.' The ability to breed victory. Breeding an unstoppable army. An unstoppable army of walking incubators of diseases which could conquer without even the need for weapons with a blind unquestioning Faith in Islam's Divine Mission and Manifest Destiny to dominate and ....."

".....The latest grand plan to conquer the world always featured a few flies in the ointment" the senior military officer replied dryly. "Fundamental flaws the Fundamentalists failed to see being religiously myopic."

"The Beloved Leader of the New Caliphate is not going to take this well" the aide de camp told his boss. "The Butcher of ..... I mean Caliph of ....Istanbul has always been obsessed with the 'Unfinished Business' of conquering Christian Europe and the Dar ul Harb West. Why else did he cleverly pursue a campaign to join NATO to compromise it from within? While insinuating Turkey into the EU to undermine it from within. Using the antiquated EU protocols to defeat it. Using the naive EU human rights laws against it. Using the EU's crippling bureaucracy and cumbersome Commanding Heights autocracy against it. While infiltrating the UN. Preparing migrant tent camps before the crisis even exploded. As if anticipating what no one else realized. So audacious he launched a coup against himself to rationalize a purge to assume total power. Then organizing human smuggling to export millions of migrants to Europe even as he promised he was trying to stop the human tidal wave.

Sending the worse of the worse while keeping the only educated and skilled workers in Turkey. Paid for every migrant he exported while burying the EU under a tidal wave of migrants. Overwhelming the EU's porous borders in a deluge of suffering humanity. Knowing that unlike Australia the EU would not be able to emotionally do the logical and needful if ruthless thing: turn the untold thousands and thousands and thousands and thousands of boats back. Or even send NATO to shoot the boats out of the waters. Playing the ultimate Loki Insider Traitor. Who then forced the EU to accept Turkey into the EU while allowing millions of Turks into Europe sans visas.

All while also being paid under the table for rubber rafts and useless life jackets stuffed with paper while selling NATO weaponry to ISIS while buying ISIS black market oil. Double dealing everyone. While robbing everyone blind. While building the largest palace in the Islamic Levant in preparation for declaring himself the new Caliph of the Caliphate. Building the Surta Junta. Preparing the Global Jihad. All while cynically offering to stop the unstoppable human deluge if he was paid millions in extortion if Turkey was admitted to the EU. Then flooding Europe with millions of Turks ----- while still allowing millions of migrants to invade Europe ----- as he was paid per head.

Overwhelming the borders. Overwhelming the EU. Overwhelming local and national governments. Overwhelming the indigenous populations. Overwhelming Interpol. Overwhelming the security services. Overwhelming Europe. Canada. America. As if a tidal wave. A flood of suffering humanity ---- of one particular religion with an axe to grind. A flood of refugees willing and able and eager to bite the hand that was literally feeding them. To suborn the enemy from the inside. Like a worm inside a shiny red apple. The modern Trojan Horse. The ultimate 5th Column. The Incarnation of the Loki Insider Traitor. 70% of the migrants being males of war age. Concealed behind a few thousand women and children used as stage props. Concealed in plain sight. Such as only the most naive and gullible could be fooled by. Yet fooled they were.

The naive and gullible Europeans. The naive and gullible Westerners. They let down their guard and they let down their borders and they let millions of migrants, almost all of one particular religion, mostly males of war age, swagger right into their countries and their cities and their homes to rob them blind. Of their riches. Of their honor. Of their human rights. Of their citizenship. Of their countries. Of their lives. Buried in an inundation of purported migrants smiling cynically for the cameras as the multi-cultural liberal media spewed out its propaganda. Smiling cynically and gesturing to make cutesy hearts with their hands. Smiling cynically as they prepared to slaughter the naive do-goody Europeans as if wolves in sheep's clothing devouring the baaing Sheeple. 'One day millions of men will leave the Southern Hemisphere to go to the Northern Hemisphere. And they will not go there as friends. Because they will go there to conquer it. And they will conquer it with their sons. The wombs of our women will give us victory.'

It has always been the divine mission of the Ottoman Empire after all. And every Turk. And every Muslim. Since the beginning. Since the Sword Verses of the Medina Koran officially abrogated the peaceful verses of the Mecca Koran. Since the day the Medina Trench was dug. Since 632 when Mohammad uttered his ultimatum to Christian Rome and Zoroastrian Persia: '....embrace Islam and you will be safe.' Since Tours of 732. Hundreds of battles. Thousands of battles. A million jihads. By Arabs. By Persians. By Pathans. By Moors. By Egyptians. By Barbary Jihadists. By Ottoman Turks. By Ghazi Razzia Holy Jihadists. By Wahhabists. By Terrorists. And yes. By Migrants. Jihadists disguised as refugees. By every strip of every Muslim. Since the day Mecca fell. Since the day Jerusalem fell. Since the day Constantinople fell. Since 1485. Since 1529. Since 1683. Since 1917. Still slaughtering European non Muslims even as the Ottoman Empire was imploding. First massacring Jews and Christians and then climaxing the carnage by massacring Armenians even as the Caliphate was being extinguished. Since The Butcher of Istanbul's declaration of the New Caliphate when he became dictator of Turkey and declared himself both the Beloved Leader of the entire Muslim World and the New Suleiman The Magnificent. To conquer the Infidel West at last and defeat the accurst Christian Crusaders finally and forever."

"Yes. Well. I always thought that boast to be the New Suleiman The Magnificent was rather hyperbole" the senior military officer replied dryly as one hand tugged an ear lobe thoughtfully. "The Butcher of Istanbul was always more in the league of Mustafa Pasha than Suleiman The Magnificent. And Mustafa Pasha ended up strangled by silk cords by his Janissarie Slave Mercenaries after he bungled the 1683 Siege of Vienna. If Suleiman could not defeat Vienna then no third rate copy cat of Mustafa Pasha can. The twin sieges of Vienna of 1529 and 1683 fixed forever in time the triumphant raise of the Western World and the decline and fall of the Islamic World. And please note that Vienna is still 'black'. The latest siege of Vienna by our self proclaimed Suleiman The Magnificent is still holding. After eight years no less. Apparently the Sword of Surtr is less than the hype boasted.

Howbeit the defiance of Austrians and Hungarians and Czechs and Slovaks and Romanians and Bulgarians and Croats and Poles and Ukrainians which form the New Double Headed Eagle Rebels has made the latest Siege of Vienna difficult. Who would have thought the puny V Alliance would have reassembled the butchered Habsburg Empire. Resurrecting a historical corpse. Especially as Bavaria defected to the Double Eagle Rebellion right under the nose of The Dictator of Berlin and the Swiss are the very devils in their determination to never surrender. So I fear that the events since 2015 have only confirmed what I have always suspected."

"Which is?" the aide de camp asked his boss.

"That events have proved this has not been the Renaissance of the Islamic World and Islam Triumphant but rather simply the destruction of the West in general and Western Europe in particular. The Decline and Fall of the Demigods of Europa. The Twilight of the North West Advanced World. Gotterdammerung. The Destruction of the North by the South. Or as Houari Mohammad Boumedienne predicted: the Invasion and Destruction of the Northern Hemisphere by the Southern Hemisphere. The Crisis of Civilizations. Dar ul Harb by Dar ul Isalm. But not delivering victory so much as Armageddon. World War Three. Ragnarok. Mutual Destruction. The End: nihil for everyone.

Eurabia has not exactly lived up to the hype has it? With or without the balmy warmth of nonexistent global warming or the mythic bottomless cornucopia of Western riches for the endless taking. Nor has the hype of the Caliphate. This caliphate. That caliphate. Every sort of caliphate. We have so many rival caliphates it is hard to keep track of the egos of each self proclaimed Beloved Leader and Divine Leader. Much less enabled either the New Caliphate, the Rival Caliphate of ISIS, or the Saudi Caliphate to conquer Israel or Iran or even India, much less Shirk China and Japan and South Korea. Or even renegade Australia. Or even render absolute the subjugation of North America as a tribute client state lackey such as the devastated remains of Mexico and South America capitulated to. Civil war is not victory for us. Civil War is merely another name for Ragnarok. Mutual self destruction. The end game: nihil. Annihilation.

And even Canada's surrender to Islamic Rule has unraveled. Only the cities burned. After Trudeau The Secret Revert was assassinated the insurrection simply moved into the wilds no less than Alaska and the Nordic Rebellion. The uncontrollable Hinterlands. And the indigenous Rebels have proven remarkably able to adopt to a remote and icy rural environment of remote and freezing wildernesses which Muslim migrant invaders have proved biologically unable to acclimatize to. The enemy is using this Grand Solar Minimum as a weapon against us. For the Surtr are genetically bred to fight and die on warm battlefields. Not freezing ice and snow which the enemy is genetically bred to endure. And nowadays underground hydroponic solar farms can replace conventional farming if the farmer is techo savvy and the population is small. And the strength of the rebels is that they are rebuilding their industrial bastions and modernizing their agriculture and adopting their Western civilization to survive, even thrive, in ice and snow. Even glaciers. And the weakness and the strength of the rebels is that nowadays their population is small."

"It was a very unfair rebellion Sir" the aide de camp retorted with prim disapproval. "Cowardly retreat has turned into willful insurrection."

"The Harbi Rebels are lifting the gambits out of the historic book of the original insurrection" the mysterious commander replied. "During the 666 Islamic blitzkrieg Ghazi Razzia Jihadists swept out of Arabia to all but conquer the entire Late Classical Greco Roman Hellene Levant and its benevolent overseer, the Byzantine Empire, aided and abetted by their allies the converted Persians. The bloodied Christians in the North and West part of the Levant retreated from their burning cities and burning ports and burning farms. They retreated inland. Into the remote forests and remote mountains and distant hinterlands to build fortresses and castles and secure bastions. They retreated into semi-barbaric Europe. Please not the word semi before the hyphen! For the Late Classical World had been rebounding when Islam struck it! Western Civilization had been rebounding when Islam rose up to destroy it!

For a while the North West Levant and European retreat did look like a rout. The entire South East of the Levant crumbled into groveling submission so fast the illusion of triumph lulled the Jihadists into assuming all Christians were gutless. Too civilized and decadent to put up a fight. Too groveling to do anything other than submit. Too desperate to survive with some relics of their original wealth to risk fighting back. Groveling and hoping they could appease the bloodthirsty conquerors. Willing to accept brutal subjugation if they were left at least crumbs of their original prosperity. Too conditioned by efficient if brutal Roman law and order to know how to fight back. Too spoiled by responsible Christian Byzantine law and order to comprehend that their new masters would be another more terrible species of imperial conqueror. Sounds familiar?"

"It sounds like our present day conquest" the aide admitted.

"But then, after retreating, the bleeding Infidels in the more barbaric North West regions where prosperity was less and civilization was less and there were not even crumbs left of their original prosperity regrouped and started to fight back" the commander continued. "Having nothing to lose they had everything to gain by risking. And then the apparently invincible Arabs and revert Persians and their converted allies the Moors were ambushed by the fierceness of the counter attack. Counter attack after counter attack. Bloody battle after bloody massacre. No matter how many Christians were beheaded or tortured or burned alive or raped or enslaved or terrorized or brutalized the Harbi Rebels just kept on fighting back.

Visigoth Spain bleed for centuries as the indigenous Spanish relentlessly fought back against increasingly horrifying brutality which was beyond the imagination to conceive. It left a stain on the collective soul of the Spanish and the Portuguese forever. A wound of the psyche which has endured to this day. But the yoke of conquest became too brutal to be endured. To brutal. Too unjust. Too humiliating. To degrading. So the Spanish and Portuguese fought back. And it is striking how fiercely they fought back. If the Islamic occupation of Spain had been so wonderful then why the fierce counter attack?"

"They were better armed Sir" the aide de camp replied. "The way the American Red Rebels were better armed when they rebelled. The Blue Cities fell without a fight because they were gun free zones. The armed will always fight back because they can."

"Soon the rougher, tougher, meaner Late Classical Europeans all started to fight back" the mysterious commander explained. "The British. The Irish. The Northern Italians. The French. The Germanic tribes. The Poles. The Hungarians. The Romanians. The Bulgarians. The Serbs. The Greeks. The Russians. Then the apparently invincible jihad became a war of attrition. Yet despite that war of attrition the North West of the Levant and Europe recovered and roared ahead to become the Great Divergence Advanced World. And while being walloped by four mini ice ages to boot! Despite nonstop Islamic war until 1800. Sporadic Islamic war after that. Despite all but nonstop Islamic war the West not only fought back but became the most spectacularly successful Hemisphere in the entire world up to WW III by every statistic and definition known to man."

"Other than religion Sir."

"Other than religion" the commander said. "Meanwhile, the South East Levant under Islamic rule of Arabic colonizers and Persian colonizers and the Ottoman Imperial Empire experienced a short blip of only two hundred years labeled the mythic 'Golden Age' until the plunder machine sucked the riches of the Late Classical Greco Roman Hellene and Byzantine Levant dry as if locusts. Then nonstop war, corruption, mismanagement, incompetence, the failure to keep control of the Silk Road and Monsoon Spice Trade, the inability to keep up with the North West Hemisphere which was roaring ahead by every statistic and definition except religion. Then the conduct of Muslims and Islam turned the once wealthy and prosperous and advanced South East Levant, originally the most wealthy and advanced part of the Levant, into the poorest and most backward part of the Levant. Muslims and Islam turned the Ancient Advanced World into some of the poorest of all of the Third World failed states. With only Africa failing worse than the Islamic Levant. The one exception: Israel. The Oil Kingdoms only propped up by oil. Mere house of cards pretending to be super states. Only capable of exporting one thing. Oil. Courtesy of the Western infrastructure which created it and the Western Market which desired it and Western workers which produced it."

"And Qatar Sir!"

"Totally depended on the Western Market to survive. Western inventors and designers. Western engineers and architects. Western builders. Western financiers. Western entrepreneurs. Western buyers. Western tourists. And of course non Muslim indentured slaves to build and maintain it."

"Oh...."

"Which is why their designer Western city is a ghost town now...."

"Oh..."

"The moral: brutal blitzkrieg jihad might conquer but it cannot necessarily hold. It is easy to destroy a wealthy and prosperous and well functioning civilization. Be it the Late Classical Age Levant or modern day Europe. But it is not easy to create another wealthy and prosperous and well functioning civilization from scratch. Especially if the first wealthy and prosperous and well functioning civilization is completely destroyed. Utterly eradicated. Then. Or now. 1400 plus years of almost nonstop failure left the Islamic Levant a persistent Third World collection of failed states. The only blips in that almost nonstop Third World failure of malfunctioning failed states occurring during a time of incredible plundering of the accrued wealth and prosperity of the Late Classical Greco Roman Hellene Byzantine Levant after a previous period of incredible plundering of the accrued wealth and prosperity of the Pagan Mecca and Jewish Christian Medina followed by a period of incredible plundering of the accrued wealth and prosperity of the Gandhara Buddhist Empire and the Hindu continent. The plundering of billions squandered while leaving nothing but persistent Third World failure by every statistic and definition other than religion.

A carbon copy of the squandering of billions in oil petrol dollars in the modern day Islamic Levant while leaving nothing but persistent Third World failure by every statistic and definition other than religion. A carbon copy of the plundering of billions being squandered now as the North West Hemisphere is raped. Yet another plundering of yet another once fabulous Advanced World of beau states leaving only carnage and utter destruction behind. Just like before and before and before. Therefore, it must be concluded that Muslims and Islam have not the knack to turn any place into a prosperous place. Or a peaceful place. Or an advanced place. Or a productive place. Only a failed place. Does the part about recklessly plundering and squandering the riches of a previously rich place ending in only devastation and poverty and carnage sound familiar?"

"But! But!"

"Japan could transform itself. South Korea could transform itself. India could transform itself. Singapore could transform itself. China could transform itself. Apparently any previously struggling Third World state or colony can potentially transform itself into Great Convergence Advanced World state ----- except for the Islamic Levant. Islamic Malaydonesia was a pigmy compared to its titan Asian rivals. For that matter Mexico and South America could struggle to transform themselves. But for the volcanic disaster and their flirtation with socialism and dictatorship who knows. But the Islamic Levant and any state ruled by Muslims and Islam has stayed a collection of Third World failed states by every statistic and definition other than religion.

Muslims and Islam can wage nonstop war. It can conquer. It can destroy. It can plunder. It can squander. It can persecute and massacre. But it cannot generate new wealth or prosperity. It cannot achieve any advancements on its own without help from outsiders. It cannot build or maintain infrastructure or agriculture to feed its people without help from outsiders. It cannot educate itself without help from outsiders. It cannot govern responsibly without help from outsiders. It cannot live in peace without help from outsiders. It cannot conduct itself in a constructive and productive way without help from outsiders. It cannot even manufacture without help from outsiders It cannot produce science or technology or any advanced medicine or patents or copyrights without help from outsiders. It cannot even lift itself above illiteracy with or without help from outsiders. It cannot achieve Great Convergence Advanced World levels. Only Third World fail state levels struggling to cling to the coattails of the Advanced World. Even the Oil Kingdoms mere paper tigers. Frauds. Charlatans. Mismanagement. Incompetence. Corruption. Tyranny. Acute poverty. Gross over population. It cannot do anything whatsoever ---- outside of religion ---- without the help of outsiders. Without devouring outsiders. A parasite devouring to sustain itself. Sounds familiar?"

"But! But!"

And after the initial similar South East Asia juggernaut through the too civilized and too passive Gandhara Buddhist Empire the jihad also became a war of attrition in India as well. The Rajputs bloody. Sure. Sure. But the Maratha and Sikhs defiant. The Jain massacred in the Muslim bastions but able to survive in Hindu and Sikh controlled regions. It became a nonstop war of bloody attrition until the whole of India bled into mutual exhaustion amidst a total physical and cultural and economic dissolution as wealth and prosperity dissipated into poverty and anarchy. An ancient advanced world state devouring into a failed state. National bankruptcy by 1702. The Mughal Empire no more. Then the principalities continued the fight religious wars for another century until they too were on the verge of bankruptcy and ruination and exhaustion. The last man standing, the British, were able to quietly walk into Delhi courtesy of the deep pockets of The City In The Mile. India, before Pakistan and Bangladesh commenced their two prong attack to devour it, was emerging as a super power. Pakistan and Bangladesh were failed states reduced to devouring India as if parasites. Once devoured, how will Pakistan and Bangladesh survive? If a nation or people or religion can only survive by devouring then what happens when it devours everything and is reduced to devouring its own tail?

And the same scenario played out in East Asia as well. The Islamic states of South East Asia and South Asia likewise languished behind their non Muslim counterparts. Super states of South Korea and China and Japan rendering every Islamic state east or west into pygmies. Even the Malaydonesia experiment ultimately failed abjectly in comparison to Asian peoples and Shirk religions such as Hinduism, Buddhism, Confucius, or Shinto. So the problem is not just Muslims but Islam!....."

*** ***

Meanwhile, the scientists in the mysterious Ragnarok Survivalist bastion broke into teams to work busily, precisely, with discipline and tenacity, on the problem confronting them. Slide rulers busy, slow computers struggling, electro magnetic gyrations disrupting, yet determined to succeed. "We have to give humanity hope!" the eccentric lord declared.

"And by that slip you reveal your origin in the humanities rather than science" the exile from NASA declared as he cleaned his steel rimmed glasses with dispassionate gestures. "We must simply find the truth. What type of little ice age are we facing? An Oort? A Wolf? A Sporer? A Maunder? A Dalton? Or is it the ...."

"....Whole frozen enchilada!" the bouncing human rubber ball declared. "Another full blown ice age!"

Meanwhile the Rebels holding the medieval bridge watched the Welsh Guards march across. "Welcome to England" the fey Irishman told them. "You have just cut off Manchester. Is there a Manchester to cut off?"

"There is a glacier called Manchester. A perverse thing. Detouring around Carlisle and North Wales and York but burying Mo Manchester under 90 feet of towering ice creeping relentlessly and without mercy across humanity as if a towering and gigantic bulldozer."

"God is on our side" the gaunt English farmers said.

"And magic blesses us Pagans" the Irishman added.

"Along with the new science of glacier sculpting" the commander of the Welsh Guards said dryly. The gaudy setting sun reflecting off his white snow gear.

"So what is the bad news?" the wild Irishman asked.

The officer flinched. "So you do have second sight. The Germans have started their counterattack prematurely. The French Free Army doesn't know whether to attack or hold off for us. And we can't start our attack until midnight. To jump the gun would only blow the whole plan to Hell!...."

*** ***

"....But! But!" the aide de camp cried in the depths of the mysterious bunker.

The mysterious commander shrugged as the computer map of the world blinked and gyrated. "Oh look! Another patch of blackness! So this is an established cycle of initial blitzkrieg, extravagant Ghazi Razzia Plunder Machine Extractive Economics at its most destructive and its most ponzi, manifested in extravagant squandering and reckless destruction, followed by increasingly brutalizing occupation, turning into a slow decline as the 'D's are grinded into a pulp. A decay and decline not helped by either Slavery or the diverse jizya taxes levied with escalating rapacity. The Plunder Machine initially vacuuming up fabulous riches, apparently bottomless riches, followed by a slow decline into stagnation and poverty as the Plunder Machine extracts the last riches leaving behind only carnage and devastation.

Then the occupation amidst the devastation slowly becoming ever more brutal, corrupt, and also incompetent. The Dogs of War of Garmr mutating into the Dire Wolf of Fenrir. Devastation down to the bone of the carcass. The only victors the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. War. Famine. Disease. Death. Ultimately the Plunder Machine must turn on itself and devour even The Faithful. The result: Islamic Assault and Conquest and Occupation ultimately devolves and decays down into diverse feuding failed states. The Islamic colonies and imperial Islamic empires implode after the Plunder Machine destroys everything. That is why the Islamic World is also characterized by its dubious distinction of being the second longest running collection Third World of failed states in history. Second only to Africa ---- much of which is Islamic. Therefore Third World failed states. It always has been. It always will be. Not even oil ultimately changing that fatal historical chemistry of self fulfilling failure. Sounds familiar?"

"But. But. You make us sound like parasites. Incapable of surviving without victims to feed off. Buying off the Kafir or Shirk shelf or hiring Kafir or Shirks or else enslaving Kafirs and Shirks to do what we cannot do. Only capable of looting. Taking. Stealing. Exploiting. Enslaving. Destroying. Islam is saving the soul of the world! Isn't that more important? And it was the fault of ...."

"Not the colonial canard. Please! Let's be honest. If the Indians or Singapore or often colonized and often attacked South Korea could become Advanced World successes and if China could transform itself in only 20 years into an Advanced World powerhouse then why not us? If little South Korea or little Japan or little Israel could do it then why not us? Neither with any natural resources. Titans we can only devour and destroy but not rival. Denmark and Syria started out in the 1950s on par. Ditto South Korea and Egypt. Until WW III how well was that working out for us?"

"But! But! The British and Dutch waged nonstop war. So did the Japanese."

"War can be waged for different reasons. We have waged over 1400 years of religious war to conquer and dominate and rule the world for the Triumph of Islam. The longest running series of wars in history. A series of religious wars mostly of Ghazi Razzia Jihad garnished by Slavery and Dhimmitude. Plunder Machine Extractive Economics at its most destructive. In the areas of Europe occupied the longest by Islam the result as been lingering devastation and poverty lasting to this day. Centuries to recover from Islam's occupation and devastation. The Balkans never entirely recovering. The longer a people or place is occupied by Islam the more devastated it is just as the larger the percentage of people in a place is Muslim the more poor that place is. Backwardness, poverty, Muslims, and Islam all go hand in hand.

The Dutch and British waged war for economic reasons. World trade. He who controls the seas controls trade. He who controls trade controls the world. They transformed themselves into Advanced World super states by 1600 and 1700 respectively. Ditto the French. The Americans. Ditto ex-colonies such as Australia and New Zealand and Canada. Ditto Japan by 1900. Ditto South Korea post 1950s. Ditto Hong Kong. Ditto Singapore. Ditto China. All post 1970s. Compared to such over achievers even the Oil Kingdoms pale. Needing the West to survive. Now without the West devolving. As the West is devoured. Destroyed. Then what? What do we do once we devour and destroy the entire world?"

"But we were colonized in 1917. Egypt was colonized in ...."

"Post Suez but originally Egypt was a colony of the Ottoman Empire. A miserable colony. Ditto The Sudan. A miserable colony and the original colonizers were Arabs and then the Ottomans. Ditto North Africa. Miserable colonies courtesy of the original colonizers who were Arabs and Ottomans. Ditto Arabia. A miserable colony of the Ottomans after gross mismanagement and nonstop war by Arabs. Ditto Palestine. Lebanon. Miserable colonies of the Arabs and then the Ottomans And the Islamic Levant, Ottoman Empire and Persian Empire, was both bankrupt by 1700. By 1800 the entire Islamic Caliphate was a collection of basket cases. National bankruptcy and nonstop religious war forced British takeovers in a few of the basket cases. But only a few. And even there the presence of Kafir colonizers was less than one hundred years and again the British, unlike the Arabs or Ottomans, spent millions to modernize Egypt and The Sudan and then Palestine. France did likewise.

But post 1950s only Lebanon prospered courtesy of the original Christian population until they were killed off. Post 1950s Israel prospered courtesy of its Jews who inherited a mess and turned that mess, originally an Ottoman mess, into a super state. Post 1950s the Islamic Levant countries again devolved once the Westerners left. Or else Westerners propped them up like in the Oil Kingdoms which bought off the shelf and hired off the shelf. And outside of the Oil Kingdoms, every Islamic state relied on millions given to them annually from EU and UN stipends. Parasites. So your argument of victimization and the blame game is entirely unsustainable.

Most of the Islamic Levant was colonized by the West for less than a century. Some were never actually colonized at all. So much for the red herring of the sins of colonization! No! The fact is that the Arabs and then the Ottomans conquered the originally rich and advanced Hellene Late Classical Levant and trashed it! Muslims and Islam broke it but refuse to own up to it! Muslims and Islam turned the South East Levant into Third World failed states pre 1917 and post 1950s. Post 9/11 there were Western wars of reprisal for Islamic terrorism but Syria was a proxy war between the Sunni and Shia. Afghanistan was always a mess. Pakistan was always a mess despite starting off even with India which became a struggling Advanced World state despite its Malthus Population Bomb population problem while Pakistan stayed a mess. Ditto Malthus Population Bomb Bangladesh. A mess. India just shot itself in the foot by wasting decades on socialism which was a failed experiment. Otherwise it was growing into a giant compared to Pakistan and Bangladesh. Before Pakistan and Bangladesh commenced their two prong attack of course.

The richest place on earth in 1500 was Christian Venice courtesy of global trade. Even by 1500 the North West Hemisphere of Europe was leading the world. Not us. By 1700 the Islamic Levant and Mughal India was both bankrupt. No Kafir colonies existed in the Islamic Levant then. The largest imperial empires and colonizers in the Islamic Levant were first the Arabs and then the Persians and mostly it was the Ottomans. And their empire did not collapse until after WW I. Then the majority of Western colonies appeared, ruled by the winners of WW I. The Ottoman Empire was the largest colonizer and occupier in history. The second largest was the Mughals. Both of their empires collapsed, leaving the regions messes. Total messes. Then Western colonies appeared, ruled by the winners. Who were the winners? Nations which waged economic war for global trade co-joined by agricultural and industrial revolutions. The North West Hemisphere. The North East Hemisphere. Christian. Jewish. Hindu. Sikh. Buddhist. Not Muslim. Comparing religious war waged with the Plunder Machine and economic war waged for global trade combined with industrialization, how well did it turn out for us?....."

*** ***

"...... The Jupiter - Saturn obit convergence with the earth supports the theory that the artificially induce Milankovitch Cycles will only last 65 years. That buttresses the theory that this will be not be the whole frozen enchilada" the jovial, red faced scientist told his bouncing ball counterpart. Even when speculating the potential death of human civilization their incurable spirits could not be quashed.

"So this will be an mini ice age of 65 years" the human bouncing ball replied.

"That is my opinion!"

"My analysis of Cycle 25 - 27 of the sun indicates that the crisis should bottom between 2050 and 2060" the nervy scientist said as he jumbled his wild hair with his thin hands.

"That is not what my calculations indicate" the exile from NASA said softly as he gestured to his computer. Everyone ran over to see the screen. And each face blanched....

*** ***

"....But. But" the aide de camp protested to his mysterious commander in the deep bunker.

"War can be the both economic and political. To achieve very specific gains. To achieve very pragmatic goals. Until WW III, this was how the North West Hemisphere and the North East Hemisphere waged war. Even the brutal Japanese war during WW II was for very specific economic and political goals. War can sometimes be waged for ego. Alexander The Great. Napoleon. Kaiser Wilhelm. Hitler. Mussolini. Those wars ended less well. Communism also waged brutal wars. They all ended as genocides because they were messianic. How well has messianic religious war worked out for us?"

"But we are saving the souls of the world! We are waging war for Allah! For Islam! For The Prophet! Peace be upon him! To save the world!"

"That depends on whether everything else is optional because where there is Islam everything else is not only optional but ceases entirely. But back to the Christian West. Then. And now. No matter how many offensive Islamic battles since 666 were turned back amidst unspeakable carnage, the Harbi Rebels kept fighting. Never surrendering. Redeploying. Then attacking again. Rebelling and repelling more and more attacks and Ghazi Razzia pillage assaults and Slavery raids and Piracy raids as they slowly but relentlessly regrouped and retrenched and fought back against our nonstop onslaught.

The Crusades were a mere dozen battles to try to stall the Islamic blitzkrieg northward to buy time to regroup and fight. And despite the fact the belated Crusades were fairly quickly defeated and the South East Levant Christians and Jews and Zoroastrians were then brutally crushed under the heel of Dhimmitude, the Islamic juggernaut was finally stalled. Sure. Sure. The Crusades failed to liberate the South East Levant. The heart of the Christian World became the heart of the Islamic World. Sure. Sure. And today every Christian is exterminated outside of the Rebel Bastion: Israel. But the Crusades did buy the North West Hemisphere time to save itself from us.

The pivotal 732 battle of Tours was suppose to deal the death blow. It was timed to celebrate the 632 declaration of war on the world. '....embrace Islam and you will be safe'. Instead, the pivotal battle delivered a victory for the Christians. And as century followed century the whole of the bloody North West was secured for Christianity. So the Ottomans marched over the bloody carcass of Byzantine Greece to attack the West through the soft under belly: the Balkans. But it took centuries to march to Vienna. Twice. And both times Vienna stood. Barely. But stood.

And the Christians finally fought the Islamic invaders back bloody step by bloody step by bloody step through Hungary, through Romania, through Bulgaria, through the Balkans, all the way to the last bloody toe hold: Istanbul. Crete rebelled and broke away. Greece's long and bloody rebellion finally drove out the invaders who were by then the very hated oppressors. By 1800 the final battle for the Mediterranean commenced. Then the Mediterranean became the Christian Sea and finally the English Lake. Europe freed itself from the 'Divine Slavery' by waging centuries of bloody, bloody wars of liberation...."

*** ***

The Irishman sat on the wall of the medieval stone bridge as the Welsh Guards marched silently over its ancient stones. The boys of the village sat beside him, awed by his patina of magic and mystery. "So are we liberated?" one English boy asked the wild Irishman in his fur trimmed cape. The fur, the whole skin of a wolf, frosted with ice.

"Not yet" the strange Irishman replied. His untrimmed beard frosted with ice. His grey eyes pale in his rugged face. His greying hair slightly curly under his bonnet with its wild feather.

"I want a beret like that!" another English boy said.

"Bonnet my laddie. Tis a bonnet. Only Frogs wear berets. Tis a bonnet my laddie!" he replied.

"Are you really a Druid?" another boy asked with awe.

"Aye! As were all of my kindred and ancestors!" the fey Irishman told the village boys as the Welsh marched past them. "My mater was the Village Mother."

"What was that?" another boy asked.

"The village witch" the Irishman replied with a brooding voice. "The Mos who were trying to intimidate us to occupy us burned her alive. The Mos are terrified of magic. They think all magic is Black. But there are many types of magic. White. Green. My mater wove Green spells. She cast Green. Not Black. But they burned her alive though she be very aged if still clear of wits if milky of eye.

I grew up in her cottage among ancient books and relics. Dried herbs. Potions. Brews. And castings of obscure lore half forgotten even by my mater. The Mos burned her alive in her cottage. The last thing I ever saw of her was the ash and cinder blowing away in a cold dawn wind across the wild moors from the debris of our life together. Ireland had not yet been conquered yet the authorities behaved like the cowardly dhimmis they were and refused to prosecute the Mos who did the hate crime. As with the women and children raped and molested by Mos, it was declared the fault of my mater for offending them! A clash of civilizations I was told." The Irishman flinched.

"So what did you do to avenge your mater" one boy asked in a whisper.

"Well the next full moon it just so happened a wolf or wild dog pursued the migrants terrorizing our village with impunity from their EU migrant center across the wild moors. And it just so happened the wolf or wild dog devoured them. It was ruled death by misadventure." The Irishman brooded as one tear welled out of a pale grey eye and dropped down one grizzled cheek. "I am the last of my kind. I am the scion of olden times when magic walked the land. Sometimes on two feet. Sometimes on four feet."

"Then why didn't you foretell this?" another village boy asked. "This great betrayal?"

"I did augur this but harbingers of doom are never heeded" the mysterious Irishman replied as the cold wind ruffled the wolf pelt on his cape.

"Is that where the word 'turncoat' come from?" another boy asked.

"Aye!" the Irishman laughed ruefully. "To turn one's coat!" he added. "Be it fey or felonious!"

When will we be liberated?" another village boy asked.

"That is the question of the midnight hour" he replied.

*** ***

"....I am surprised the Christians juggernaut stopped at Istanbul" the mysterious commander told his aide de camp. "They should have flattened the Islamic Levant in revenge. In fact they allowed the Islamic Levant to continue under the decaying grip of the Ottoman Imperial Empire until after WW I. And even then by and large the Kafir occupation was a mere forty or fifty years. Less than a hundred years in Egypt and the Sudan who originally were Ottoman colonies. And compared to Islamic occupation, Western occupation was fairly benign. At least they invested in the places they colonized and modernized them. The Arabs and Persians and Ottomans did squat. The most hideous crime that could be hurled against the Christians were their demands to outlaw Slavery and Dhimmitude. Compared to what they suffered during centuries of Islamic conquerors and colonizers that was a mole hill of loss of face compared to a mountain of corpses reaching up to Paradise. Look!" The senior military officer gestured. "Another city has just gone ....black. And look! That red dot. The Battle For Dresden. It is gone black."

"No! No! It is possible!" the aide de camp cried. "The Dresden Siege cannot fail." But the red dot stayed black. "It is a budge. We can counter attack!"

"Or it is the Replay of the Battle of the Budge? Considering the terrible winter and deep snows it would be a replay indeed!" The senior military man picked up a black telephone and dialed. Then he investigated the mystery with the Commander of the Dresden Siege. Then he hung up. "The Dresden Siege has turned into the Dresden Rout. The jihadists on the front lines are committing mass suicide of course. Their blood staining the deep snows ruby red. But because of the dire winter aggravated by the volcanic eruptions, the crop failures, the ecological collapse in the Tropic Zone which used to be the stronghold of the Surtr of the South, mass starvation, deadly plagues, and the lack of industrial, agricultural, medical, technological, and military supplies which the West normally produced and upon which we normally depended, further aggravated by massive corruption, the Islamic Juggernaut's once overwhelming numbers have been reduced to a fraction.

Fanatical suicide is only helping the hidden enemies now. And the draftee Jihadists are running for their lives ----- as drone bombers and attack copters are roaring over them. Reversion is always skin deep — when it is done under the sword. And tanks have emerged from the underground Dresden WWII bunkers. Tanks and drones and attack copters. The Morlocks are emerging from their hidden subterranean lairs." The mysterious commander whined as the antiquated fax machine beeped. He ignored it. "The long anticipated Rebel counter offense has commenced" he said softly. Then the deep bunker lurched as a muted explosion rumbled underneath its massive concrete shell. "The Morlocks are tunneling deep underneath us to undermine us" he said dryly as the deep bunker shook.

"No! No! That is not possible!" the aide de camp cried. "The Surtr Offensive is unstoppable! Islam must triumph! The North West Hemisphere is on its knees! It cannot win!" he cried. "Allah will not allow us to lose! Not now! Not after 1400 years of nonstop war! Not when we were finally on the cusp of victory! It was in our grasp! Victory at last! It was in our grasp! Triumph over the Najis filthy, Jahiliyyah polluted, hell bound deviant, Satanic West!"

The boss looked quizzically at his oddly nervy aide de camp as he all but collapsed. "Dresden always sat on top of the largest German maze of WW II underground fortifications and bomb proof bastions in all of Germany. In the West. And they have controlled the air space over the city since the first year of the Germanic Rebellion against The Dictator of Berlin. Being bastards they decided after rebuilding that damn Dresden Cathedral once they were not going to see it bombed or blown up a second time. Or see it converted into a mosque. The amazingly irrational power of symbols. It might be Jahiliyyah to us but it is precious to them. They built a damn bomb proof dome over the famous dome. They pinned their entire rebellion against the 'Divine Slavery' to it.

That damn domed cathedral is the incarnation of the East Germanic Resistence. "Which is worse? That haram dome or the nonstop haram Chopin which the Poles play to proclaim their defiance? Or the nonstop haram Strauss and Mozart which the Austrians play? Or the Bavarian broadcasts of haram Wagner and Lieder? Haram Scottish bagpipes as if the wailing of gutted cats? 'Hail Britannia! Britannia rules the waves! Never, never, never, never will we be slaves!' 'Waltzing Matilda'? American Rock & Roll? Or the novel Israeli insults in the form of porn of Saudi sex ....."

"No! No! No!"

"Welsh choirs? Christian Gerharer singing on despite being dead?"

"Stop it! Stop it!"

"The later is indeed dispiriting" the commander added. "Dead and still singing. Dead and a Bavarian martyr. Dead and a martyr for every lover of Classical Music in general and Lieder in particular. "The Dictator of Berlin should have known about the 'Streisand Effect' before she ordered his execution to be broadcast live. How the Kafirs cling to their Jahiliyyah music!" he marveled. "Music! Art! Poetry! Ballet! Theater! Books! Who would have thought! They did not fight back when we molested their children at swimming pools and raped their females during taharrushes. They did not fight back as we invaded their countries and brutalized them. Debasing them into degraded 'D's. Yet how they cling to their music! Their art! Their poetry! Their ..... humanities. What makes them human. At least according to them. So what does that make us if Islam bans the Humanities?"

"Your fax is beeping Sir" the aide de camp said shaken.

The commander went over and tore off the fax paper and read it. Then he burned it over a trash can so the ash and cinder could drop down into it. "And Bavaria, which is part of the Double Headed Eagle Rebellion, has been supplying them since the Dresden Siege started. Unlike Cologne. The home of the useful idiots. And haven't those useful idiots bled ever since. Are any still left alive there? But the East Germans were never fooled. Saxony. Such unapologetic pricks. How they were called racists for refusing to surrender their land and their laws and their identity and their liberty to the 'Divine Slavery'. But who lives? The Saxony Germans. The Bavarians. And who has been exterminated? The brainwashed Germans of West Germany.

The useful idiots have been entirely exterminated. So damn guilty for what their grandfathers did that they allowed themselves to embrace the same fate as the Jews. Extermination. Genocide. So desperate to prove how touchy feely tolerant and non racist they were they allowed themselves to be liquidated. Displaced. Replaced. Erased. But the Bavarians were never fooled. They did the unthinkable: they rebelled against the Germanic Commanding Heights authority of the Dictator of Berlin. Then the sullen and defiant Germans who were not useful idiots, unable to democratically challenge the dictatorship of The Dictator of Berlin , went underground ----metaphorically and literally. But now the Rebellion has surfaced at last. The Harbi. The Morlocks. And the Jihadists are being routed. It is a rout turning into a massacre. The snows will bleed as if crimson fields."

"Snow. We can't fight well in snow. We never could. But why didn't the flesh eating plagues ever effect them Sir?" the aide de camp cried as he suddenly rubbed his hands together with oddly intense terror. "Why couldn't The Dictator of Berlin bomb the damn bastards to fiery hell the way the British and Americans could during WW II? Burn Dresden to the ground? Flatten East Germany the way the Russians did? Crush the Bavarian Rebels? Turn that damn opera house where the rebellion started into a gigantic crater?"

"The Bayreuth Theater. Actually the rebellion started the moment Bavaria's national hero, their greatest living lyric baritone, was executed on live TV by firing squad for daring to sing after music was officially banned as haram and symbolically buried. As in burying his corpse. Then burning it so it could not become a shrine. But the riots started at the Bayreuth when it was going to be burned down as haram. The amazing power of symbols? Eh?"

The commander stared at the ashes in the trash can. "Britain and America were Advanced World super states in WW II. Even Communist Russia was somewhat in the big league. Us? Please! And contrary to The Dictator of Berlin boasts, Germany was gutted by the Islamic conquest. The migrant conquerors destroyed Germany. Overwhelming police and law and order. The army ordered to stand aside and let the horror happen. The Ghazi Razzia of seven million Muslim males of war age tore Germany to pieces in only three horrific years. The anarchy was terrifying. The 'family unification plan' delivering another thirteen million invaders in time to glory in the final carnage. Other than the Kurds, the Turks in mass turned against the Germans. They actually thought they could control the inferior Arabs and rule as the masters. The Ottoman Ego Resurrected!

The violence was beyond the pale of horror. It make WW II look like a cake walk because the Germans allowed their invaders to waltz right into Germany without firing a shot. Ghazi Razzia Jihad was unleashed on people castrated by guilt for WW II and too programed to obey authority. Sitting ducks. Unable or unwilling to believe the Dictator of Berlin really wanted them not only conquered but destroyed and dead. Very, very, dead! Germany was torn to pieces! Mostly unarmed civilians. Not just soldiers but women and children. Especially women and children. Particularly women and children. Terrorism is an especially horrific form of warfare is it not? Like a bayonet plunged into the tender guts. A stomach wound. The worse way to die. But it did not work out as The Dictator of Berlin predicted.

She commenced the extermination of the Germanic people prematurely. She unleashed her darling boys of war age. To kill every German boy and rape every German girl. To bred the new elite from the raped loins and bleeding wombs of the brutalized while molesting and killing every German child. To crush every evidence of Germany: German culture, German history, German religion, German art, German literature, German music, German identity, German biology. To exterminate every atom of Germany! To wipe Germany off the map! All while looting the riches of Germany to build her new Dar ul Islamic state. But the plan did not go according to plan."

"Dresden! Could it be a counterattack of all of the Harbi Sir?" the aide de camp cried as he stared at the computerized map as lights flickered. More and more turning black.

That roused the commander. He gestured to the map with a random gesture. At the same moment his fax beeped. He ignored it. "Germany unraveled as warring bastions fought each other" he told the aide de camp. The aide de camp turned away from the computerized map to concentrate all of his attention on his commander. "German Nationalism was raising. German Locality was raising. Unbelievably though it might seem. "Despite every brainwashing and every Stasi repression and intimidation the Dictator of Berlin employed to crush it. "The wave of nationalism and popularism was sweeping Europe. Even Germany. The Saxony Germans were a distinctive Locality Identity which never was entirely absorbed into the German identity. Like the Prussian Locality Identity. Another problem which spiraled out of control. The Bavarians were a nation within a nation from the very beginning when their King Ludwig was murdered. They never believed that bogus suicide for they loved their mad king the way they loved their mad Wagner. So they rebelled first and they rebelled nonstop. And ordinary Germans, at least some, rebelled against their genocide. The Dictator of Berlin over estimated German obedience to authority when faced by genocide. Their genocide.

The army disintegrated along regional lines. Some regiments stood. Obeying authority to the point of massacring Germans by the hundreds of thousands. But other regiments mutinied, refusing to massacre their own flesh and blood. The supposedly 'pacifist' Greens turned into the radical Communistic Terrorists everyone always suspected they were. The notorious Antifia. Rabid goons howling how 'Love Trumps Hate' while bashing people's skulls open with metal bars while pulverizing flesh and blood with hammers when they were not pulverizing windows with hammers. The German authorities had been warning of the increasingly brutal violence of the radical Left to no avail. The howling fanatics screeching about 'Racism' and 'Fascism' and 'White Privilege' and 'Toxic Patriarchy' and 'White Genocide' and 'German Damnation' 'while hurling rocks at police and burning cars and kicking people to the ground and stomping on them escalated to clubs and butcher knives and burning people alive. Then acid. Then someone gave the animals machine guns.

When that failed the EU ordered out NATO units under martial law to crush the German resistence but many of its regiments mutinied or deserted. So the UN ordered out the infamous UN Blue Helmet African mercenaries. But that only enraged the brutalized and bleeding Germans. Nationality and Regionalist Locality reared its ugly head to everyone's surprise. The globalists told the Dictator of Berlin to crush the insurrection before it could spread to the rest of Europe. But the Darwinian instinct to survive overrode the brainwashing. So the Dictator reverted to her Communist roots and that did the job. Stalin would have clapped his hands in joy at the grisly result. The burning corpses formed small mountains. But the Dictator of Berlin's Jihadi triumph was pyrrhic. She got her wish: to destroy Germany. But not her wish to build a new Islamic Communist nightmare state. All she got was pure carnage. Germany marched into WW III already resembling the aftermath of WW II!"

"It was not suppose to play out that way Sir! The Germans were suppose to 'revert' to become the model soldiers of our all conquering army! And so many of the German regiments we sent to occupy Britain and France defected or deserted! It was not suppose to play out that way Sir! They were suppose to be our modern storm troopers! Our invincible automatons! Germans always obeyed authority Sir! The Commanding Heights authority! Why didn't they obey as they were commanded to obey? Your fax is beeping Sir!"

The commander ignored it. "The Dictator of Berlin also underestimated the role which generations play. The Devshirme rapine of the children of the Generation Xers was too vicious for the Xers to tolerate. Unlike the 68ers who crumpled like beef jelly. And unlike the 68ers, the Xers were not brainwashed. The Xers were also extremely self reliant, unlike the Snowflake Generation Yers. So the Generation Xers rebelled. And there is nothing more terrible to have facing you than high IQ German Generation Xers with all of their industrial skills and implacable middle age willfulness when protecting their children. The very incarnation of Morlock! The majority of Millennial Yers were group think creatures so they were destroyed. Or else converted to Islam. The ultimate group think cult which a herd mentality willingly embraces. But a third of the Millennials Yers joined the A of D and also rebelled.

But worse of all the youngest generation of the Millennials, Generation Z, were instinctive Libertarian Indentitarians. Natural Harbi rebels. Born to rebel against the Establishment the way the 68ers rebelled against the 1930s/1940s/1950s generations. Generation Z was implacably defiant even when facing the Regressive Left's penchant for escalating violence and intimidation. Impossible to brainwash. Deaf to every Leftist dog whistle. Immune to Regressive Left name calling. Responding to every social justice warrior threat and intimidation with counter corresponding threats and intimation. Eager to rumble with the Antifa! Impossible to intimidate. Impossible to terrorize. Stiff knee and stiff neck. Determined to die fighting than live on their knees cowering. And raised from birth being bullied by Mos and Greens so they knew who their enemies were. School yards were battle zones for them to learn how to fight. Defiant. Individualistic. Liberty loving. Amazingly devoid of the usual Germanic instinct to blindly obey authority. Contrary and rebellious and just coming of age when WW III started. And they were the great pivot which brought down the Dictator of Berlin. All of us really! Islam's juggernaut crashed against Generation Z!

The Loki Insider Traitors failed to understand that the Millennials were three distinctive sub generations who behaved differently according to Howe's theory of pivotal generational differences throughout modern history. All over the North West Hemisphere the disillusioned Xers and the naturally rebellious Zers joined the rebellious part of the Yers to form the unexpectedly fierce Harbi Rebellion which no Baby Boomer or Snowflake or Quisling anticipated. The historical generation pivot pivoted into total rebellion. The long predicted historical backlash to 100 years of progressive leftist global elitist leadership happened right smack in the middle of the conquest. The result: The German Civil War in the middle of WW III.

And the fracture of the East -West also cleaved Germany in twain. The East recognized totalitarianism even in the disguise of Regressive leftist authoritarianism. They declined to surrender their new liberty from Communism for a fascism disguised by EU platitudes and much hurling of words like 'racist' and 'bigoted' and 'Nazi' and 'Fascist' and 'xenophobia' and 'Islamophobic' when it was painfully obvious that our so-called national leaders, those Loki Insider traitors ,were exploiting the totalitarianism and authoritarianism of the 'Divine Slavery' as well as the Brussels Junta to declare martial law and then a Commanding Heights dictatorship. This time the Germans, conditioned to obey, declined courtesy of the biter memories of the East Germans and the defiant German Localities as well as the generational pivot buttressed by even the cold war 68ers.

So the Dictator of Berlin's enemies, unable to initially stop her legally, and other than Bavaria, unable to defy her declaration of martial law and then dictatorship, covertly plotted to save themselves instead. Germany went underground. Literally. As if Morlocks. Do you remember that old movie. 'The Time Machine'? About the Eloi who partied in the ruins above the ground in a moldering post industrial city crumbling away into ruination as the Morlocks deep underground ran the last machines of industry while pretending to feed and clothe their purported masters? The supposed Ubermensch? The ruddy Eloi? But actually the pallid and disenfranchised and brooding Untermensch, the Morlock scion of the Industrial Revolutions of the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, lurked underground while they prepared their revenge?"

"Stupid movies. What do Kafir stupid movies have to do with the Dresden Rout. What is that? What is that?"

Suddenly the lights dimmed. The computer screens flickered. There was a deep subterranean rumble. Then the harsh lights glowed bright again. And computers hurled a digital cloud of intel across the dark screen. "The Morlocks are mining toward us" the mysterious commander replied dryly. "Tunneling. Tunneling. Tunneling. At least couldn't they give us a ruined Eloi dome and some pre-Caliphate luxury tin goods or else some preserved dried fruits?"

"How can Germany fall Sir? Even if The Dictator of Berlin did..... perish.... and so terribly too. Horribly! Horribly! Allah! I knew the Greeks were degenerate. But Allah! What they did to their tormenter in revenge. Germany can't fall Sir! Not to them Sir! Not to the Rebels! Germany was the jewel in the crown of Islamic conquest Sir!"

"Is it still a jewel in the crown if the jewel is smashed into pieces?" the commander asked rhetorically. The red telephone rang. The senior military commander picked it up. He listened to the rant on the other end of the line. Then he replied "You can of course shoot every retreating soldier as a coward if you wish but it won't change the situation Sir. They are already being machined gun to death. Drone. Helicopter. Tank. The counter assault has commenced." The commander felt the eyes of his nervy aide de camp on his back. He stiffened. Then he continued. "The question Sir is this: is this a random counter assault or else the first act of a combined massive counter assault? What? A combined counter attack is impossible? The enemy is already broken? Displaced and replaced? Eradicated? Exterminated? Europe is dead? Eurabia is invincible? Islamic conquest cannot be undone? The Divine Slavery has triumphed?"

The commander turned around and surveyed the face of his aide de camp as he listened to the voice on the telephone. At that moment the fax beeped. The aide de camp gestured to go to it. The commander shook his head. He gestured to the telephone. Then he replied: "In theory of course Sir but the reality is we lost count of the Harbi Rebels after they went underground Sir. And the reality is the flesh eating .... Sir? Sir?" The military commander hung up the telephone. "The prima donna of the Brussels Junta is being hysterical as usual."

The commander nonchalantly went over to the fax and ripped off the paper. He read it casually and then burned it with his lighter over the trash can as he conversed with his antsy aide de camp. "The Drunkard of Brussels is holed up in a carbon copy of Hitler's old bunker. The ultimate panic room bunker. Supposedly in order to not be infected by the flesh eating plague. He won't contact anyone except by digital. His horde of pre-Caliphate foods and medicines as well as liquors is legendary. He has become the delusional digital dictator of the EU. A living digital ghost." There was another beeping sound. The fax. The mysterious commander went over to the antiquated machine and read the short message. Then he ripped off the paper and set fire to it with a lighter. Then he watched the small fire burn in his trash can. "The question is if this is a random counter attack or else a premature counter offensive attack of a grand counter attack."

"It can't be! It can't be!" the aide de camp cried. "And anyways. If the Harbi Infidels and the Unbelievers had not fought back so fiercely and had simply surrendered to the peace of submission to the 'Divine Slavery' then the entire North West Hemisphere World would have been at peace" the aide de camp cried. "Then. Now. 666. 2018. Islam would not have had to unchain the Dogs of War of Garmr or unleash the Dire Wolf of Genocide to brutally crush and utterly eradicate every mutiny and insurrection and rebellion. The Harbi were waging mutiny and insurrection and rebellion against Allah! If this is Ragnarok then the fault is the ragtag Northern Alliance of Odin for forcing us to use every means to crush them! They forced us to be blood thirsty! They forced us to be butchers!..."

*** ***

The gaunt English farmers came over to the wild Irishman. "So is the Battle of the Fern Glen over?"

"Where is the nearest enemy holed up?" the Irishman asked.

"The next village over are reverts. The mayor. The policeman. It is always the mayor and the policeman. Quislings. Enforcers for the occupiers."

"Right boyos!" the Irishman said as he stood up and placed his club on his fur covered shoulder. "So lets go kill them."

"What if they want to surrender?" the gaunt farmers asked.

"No retreat. No surrender" the Irishman replied. "They showed no mercy conquering us. We cannot show them mercy now. Like vipers they would only attack us when our backs are turned. Was Judas forgiven?"

"Well it is the Great Betrayal" one farmer said. "As great a betrayal as Jesus endured. This is a fight forced upon us. By them. They started it."

"And now we are finishing it!" the Irishman declared. "Once and for all!...."

*** ***

".....If only they had accept their conquest and converted to Islam then we would not have had to wage Ghazi Razzia Jihad and Terrorism and Slavery and yes! Even genocide, upon them!" the nervy aide de camp shouted. "As 'reverts' they would have been safe from the Wrath of Islam. '...embrace Islam and you will be safe.' The Promise of Salvation uttered by The Prophet Mohammad! Peace be upon him! The Promise of Salvation for all who revert to Islam! They forced us to be ruthless! They refused to surrender! To submit! The Harbi Rebels dug their own Medina Trench!"

"And turned it into underground bunkers to wage war against us and survive us. The Ragnarokkr Survivalist Bastions" the mysterious commander replied dryly as he watched that fax burn.

"They don't exist!" the shaky aide de camp cried. "That is an urban myth. The Ragnarokkr Plan to survive us while we perish by the Grand Solar Minimum Little Ice Age swathed in Volcanic Winter and armored by Glaciers is a myth. The Harbi can't be planning to ride out ecological collapse and Nature's mean tricks while letting us perish. Cocooned in snow and ice as if Neanderthals as we warm blooded Surtr perish. Ambushed by Global Cooling when we expected Global Warming we needed to conquer the enemies of Islam in the cold north. Pulling the climate rug out from under our feet. We creatures of the Warm Tropic Zone and the Hot Levant can't cope with ice and snow. We don't have the genetics! Or the cold mentality to endure! We are R genetics! Not K!...."

*** ***

The village boys put on their ice skates and then skated across the frozen river as they brushed the snow aside to peer under the ice. Playing a game of hide and seek. Chasing ghostly forms trapped under the ice. Laughing whenever they caught for a fleeting moment the frozen faces of the dead Africans as the dead bodies were snared on under water branches before being swept further down river by the flow of freezing water under the ice.

*** ***

"....The Cradle of Civilizations was birthed during the first fiery burst of warmth of the Holocene" the commander mused as he watched the fax burn to ash and cinder. "The Oort Dark Age put an end to it. Ice and snow and floods and deadly storms of savage intensity has always been our fatal nemesis. For some perverse reason the species of the North West Hemisphere have always somehow survived the harsh cruelty of the cold ages which devour the warm ages — and us. We creatures of the Warm South Environs. Neanderthal genetics clearly! These Children of Odin. That and K genetics — which are not our Surtr genetics."

"But they are your genetics Sir" the aide de camp corrected his commander.

"But Islam has always treasured its Muhtadi as the best reverts of all" the European military man replied suavely.

"Of course Sir" the Surtr junior officer replied automatically. "The Western Muhtadi are the crown jewels of all Reverts Sir. We Surtr have always relied on Western Muhtadi to bring knowledge and riches and power to the Ummah. To infuse us with success. Like buying off the shelf of Western Genius and Industry, Western Muhtadi bring the cornucopia of the West to us to made us victorious over the West. To enable us to triumph over the West by using the best of the West to defeat the West. You speak with such understanding of us even though you were not born of us. But rather our enemies" the Surtr aide de camp told the European bred and born commander.

"The warmth of the Surtr Homeland has always nurtured extravagantly surplus populations of R genetics which were brilliantly exploited to conquer the West" the mysterious commander mused as he watched the fax burn to ash and cinder. "A hot house birthing countless offspring. A tidal wave of humanity. And like all tidal waves hard to defend against. Abundance breeding surpluses of every type. Including surpluses of humanity. Huge populations. For only huge populations can guarantee survival ---- and cannon fodder to win wars. Large families are ---- or were ---- a blessing for at least some were guaranteed to survive. Somehow. Someway. For some if not all. For has not all of the great imams declared the Islamic ideal to be a large family, poverty, and prayers? The surpluses of humanity making mere individuals expendable for the survival of the common good and the triumph of Islam. The Ummah using its existential quadrupling of population every twenty years to conquer the West. And now challenge the East. The way even today migrant families cast off their youngest to try to reach the promised land of milk and honey to score it riches and send back stipends. No matter how young the offspring. No matter how many offspring perish in the process. All the family needs is one child to succeed in scoring the riches in the land of milk and honey.

And the gullible Kafirs would blindly embrace millions of 'children' marching into their nations as if entitled to the best of Christian charity ---- despite the fact the families of those 'children' deliberately cast them to the winds of chance in the hope a few might survive to score. Child chancers. Child soldiers. Child jihadists. The trouble with K genetics is that they treasure children having so few. So they failed to understand that R genetics do not treasure children at all. The 'children' posing so artfully in the Calais Jungle for the photographers were opportunistic advance scouts for the invasion. Coldness should have made K genetics more ruthless...."

*** ***

The Irishman watched the children of the village skate on the frozen river as they played their murderous game of hide and seek with corpses. The village farmers watched too. "The Surtr and the radical Greens imposed a Pol Pot - Mao Cultural Revolution style enforced de-urbanization and de-industrialization. A suicidal return to 'nature' and 'pastoral agriculture' bullshit. The modern 'Killing Fields'" one English farmer said bitterly. The others nodded.

"We were reduced to farming with our bare hands."

"No fossil fuel to run any tractor or modern machinery."

"And they kept shooting or else stealing our farm animals!"

"We could not even have pigs or dogs! Not even horses!"

"No modern technology whatsoever! The maniacs actually wanted to roll back the Agricultural Revolution!"

"As the weather turned murderous and our desperate attempts to grow crops without power or fuel or modern machinery were destroyed by spring floods and summer blight and autumn frost and hail and winter storms. And most of all killing snow."

"We starved in order to feed our children. The Surtr occupiers deliberately stole our harvests to starve us in order to kill our children for they knew how much we loved them."

"They wanted to kill the future" the fey Irishman replied. "Kill the children and you kill the future. And the best way to kill children is to kill the family. That is why the Cultural Marxists also encouraged the Lefties to embrace abortions. To not breed. Encouraging women to not marry. Not be wives. Not be mothers. To hate bringing forth life. To engage in empty sex without love. To have careers instead of children. To embrace lesbianism as a life style. To embrace pedophilia. Incest. To embrace every sort of warped sexuality and degenerate morality. Even advocating killing all white men. Even advocating killing all boy babies. To kill the future. They wanted you to kill your future. But you saved them" the Irishman said. "The future. The children."

"Not all of them" the gaunt English replied as they watched their children play on the ice. "Not all of our children."

"Once this damn war is over we are going to knit these bleeding islands back together again" the Irishman said. "Once we kill every parasitic Eloi and Quisling and Traitor and every single Surtr! Let them go back where they came from! Away from here! Back to the south! For we are reclaiming our homes and our countries and our freedoms and our future!"

"That is all they ever were! Parasites!" the gaunt English replied bitterly. "Those Surtr! Sucking the teats of the welfare state to bleed us dry! Like vampires! Reducing us to their White Slaves! We were slaves long before we were reduced to 'D's!"

"What about the glaciers marching toward us?" another farmer asked the Irishman.

"Well if we can survive WW III we can survive whatever the damn glaciers can throw at us!" the Irishman replied. "If we had not been carrying these parasites on our backs we could have handled whatever this Little Ice Age threw at us!"

"But what if it is a full blown ice age?" another farmer asked. "The glaciers now cover Scotland!"

"But our experiments at Carlisle and York are promising. And our first experiments at obscure islands along the Highlands have not reverted to ice yet. The White Boars of York are marching south to conquer! Not the glaciers of York!" the Irishman grinned at the gaunt English. "While Manchester is a frozen tomb! And Birmingham is .... well... lets just say the end was not pretty! Eh! The gods of the North smile on us! And gods of our ancestors bless us! This gutless Christian interloper let us down with its Quislings and gutless groveling! A pack of dog collars crawling on their bellies! But the older gods are fighting beside us! We are the Children of Odin and we carry Neanderthal blood in our veins! Oh look! The Red Dragon of Wales is marching toward us now!" The Druid gestured to the red dragon flag snapping in the cold wind. "There is the Commander of this bonny regiment. Did you know the Welsh are the scion of the last Romans of Britain? Aye! That there Red Dragon is the pagan military insignia of the Roman Cavalry! General Arthorous! Isn't it bonny! The setting sun dancing off its lively redness? Everything pagan is bonny!"

"You are a pagan indeed" an English farmer laughed grimly.

"Well that is a better sight than when the Normans marched into this valley" another Englishman said. He gestured. Then his only surviving son unfurled the Flag of Saint George. "Saint George was a warrior too you know! He was a warrior knight! He slew a dragon and he waged war against the Surtr in the Holy Land! Some Christians still have their balls intact!" They held up the long outlawed flag and cheered as the Red Dragon of Wales met the Red Cross of England to fly side by side once again in the golden light of the sunset.

"All we are missing is the Flag of Saint Andrew...."

Meanwhile, a UN Blue Helmet mercenary stared with horror as the desolate snow choked York Road suddenly filled with armored columns of tanks. He dropped his shovel by the side of the beached front wheels of a broken down all terrain vehicle and whimpered helplessly. For riding the lead tank was a notorious escaped outlaw. Princess Anne! And fluttering behind her were two infamous flags. One was a fiendish haram boar. The very sight of the repulsive Najis was so fearsome the African involuntarily gagged. For it was no less than the medieval insignia of King Richard of York! The other flag flying proudly in the cold wind was the haram white cross on a blue field. The flag of Saint Andrew! Hairy 'Ladies from Hell' were riding the tank around the unspeakably evil sight of a dominating female ruler as her satanic bodyguard. Highlander Scots. White hooded throws covered their body armor and kilts. Helmets covered their Scottish caps. Machine guns and shoulder missile launchers were in their burly arms. At that moment a terrible wail filled the air. Jahiliyyah Bagpipes! The savage wail filling the empty countryside!

"No! No! She is dead! She is suppose to be dead! How can that Najis filthy family of hell bound Kafir deviants live so long? What sort of family breeds creatures who live to be one hundred? Spawns of Satan! Creatures of the Devil! Allah! How can she still be alive! They are all suppose to be dead! Jailed and facing a firing squad! How did she escape? How can she still be alive! She and her evil minions? Satan's own red haired devils! The Prophet, peace be upon him, cursed females ruling men as the most depraved of the depraved! The most degenerate of hell bound deviancies! The Prophet said no nation ruled by females could survive! It is against Allah and morality! For an inferior female to rule! Not only unveiled but without a mehram and daring to command! That unveiled meat is leading the tanks! In the turret as if a throne! Brazen! Unveiled! Defiant! As if the commander! She is the commander of the tanks coming to wage war upon us! It can't be! It can't be! Everyone said that evil hag was dead! She is suppose to be dead! But there she is! The spawn of the Devil's Whore! Elizabeth! If she is alive then maybe he is alive too! No! No! No!"

The mercenary ran around the back of his broken down all terrain vehicle stranded in the deep snow drift. Then he frantically tried to ring his commander on the salvaged WW II radio. "Come on! Come on! Pick up! Pick up! The White Boars are coming! Allah! They haven't seen me yet! They think there are no advanced scouts are this far north! They haven't see me yet! Pick up! Pick up! My vehicle is stuck in the snow! I'm trapped! They are about to see me! Pick up! Pick up! Allah! Pick up! Pick up! It means Rebel York is not destroyed! It means we are being invaded!"

*** ***

"....Nevertheless, fatal weakness for children aside, coldness willows out such R genetics while only allowing the most tenacious of K genetics to survive" the mysterious commander told his Surtr aide de camp. " Morlockian clearly! K Carnivores. Creatures birthed outside of warm gardens and hot pleasure domes in caves and subterranean bastions and grim stone lairs designed to ward off the worse of environs. Creatures of prides and packs rather than herds and tribes. Creatures who survive by devouring. Just as the R are creatures of the herd and the tribe who expect to be devoured. Our population only held in check by devouring and war. Otherwise we would swarm the world with our Malthus excesses of population which we recklessly embrace as blessed by Allah. Investing in quantity of population. Not quality of peoples. Trusting Nature and Allah and the Commanding Heights and yes, the K Carnivores, to keep us in check and under control.

We are nurtured in warmth of the unlimited bounty of hot summers and thrive in herds. And isn't the Ummah the ultimate herd? Isn't Big Government the ultimate herd? We are creatures of the Group. Not individuals. We are taken care of. We are commanded. We are disciplined. We submit. We obey. Obedience to authority is ingrained in our R genetics. For we know Mankind is innately evil and can only be whipped. Dominated. Compelled. Controlled. By the Commanding Heights of Allah and The Prophet and the Caliphs and the Sultans and the Beloved Leaders and the Warlords and the Dictators and the Imams and the Clerics and the Generals and the Commanders. Unlike the self reliant and individualistic K Carnivores who see themselves as demigods. Or at least our masters. We survive by being part of the herd. Part of the group. Part of the tribe. Part of the Ummah. The Borg if you will. The Black Bloc as Anarchists call the herd. And we are merely interchangeable clogs in the whole. And it is the whole is what matters. Not the mere clogs. The mere clogs are expendable. What matters is the whole. The group. The herd. The Ummah.

So we are mere interchangeable units. Bits and pieces of the whole. So we are fatalistic. Resigned. We wait to be commanded. We wait to be whipped. We wait to be devoured. We wait to be sacrificed. We wait to die. Meanwhile we conspire to elude authority and rules just long enough to seize the day and whatever the day might offer for who knows what tomorrow will bring. Eluding totalitarian discipline just long enough to live for the moment. Eluding the Commanding Heights just long enough live by impulse. Swept along by emotion. Swept along by chance and momentum. Without command. Powerless. Without foresight or planning or personal responsibility or ambition to aspire. For we cannot aspire. And we cannot have ambition. For we are powerless. Victims if you will. Victims instead of victors. Slaves instead of masters. Slaves of the Divine Slavery. Looking backwards to avoid the whip. Never forward. For forward is simply the future of our sacrifice. We live by squandering. Not planning. Stealing. Not conserving. We are reckless. We are extravagant. We are never careful. Unlike the Ks. For it is our R genetics to never careful. Violent! Yes! But never careful!..."

*** ***

The French commander surveyed the snow choked road leading to the key Eloi occupied city. Then he bit his lower lip. His bearded face was gaunt. Scarred. Prematurely aged. His aquiline nose was badly set from too many breaks in too many battles. His hair was mostly grey. His heavy body armor was improvised. He shifted his bony rump on the tank turret as he surveyed the road to Tours through binoculars.

"We have to take the pivotal Tours Mosque. It has absolutely no military value other than being an ammo depot and fort for jihadists. But it has enormous psychological value. And sometimes it is the symbol which makes or breaks a battle and a war! Tours is in open revolt. The brutalized French are fighting behind barricades in every street. Waving the banned Flag of France and singing the outlawed national anthem. The streets of Tours are running with blood. Their radios are giving us crucial intel just as Charles Martel got crucial intel of the advancing Saracens. And the jihadists and their Quisling collaborators are trapped in barricaded strongholds inside Tours so they are unable to ascertain our strength just as Abdul Rahman Al Ghafiqi was unable to ascertain the strength of the Franks he was blindly marching toward. But as long as that obscenity of a mosque stands the jihadists will fight! I need to break their will and stampede them the way Martel The Hammer broke the will of the Saracens and stampeded them!

In 732 the Saracen Army threw everything it had at our ancestors during the Battle of Tours. And the Saracens lost! And that 'Bulwark of Ice' and that Shieldwall of Franks and that Divine Hammer of Charles Martel saved Christian Europe from the fate of the South and East Levant! Brutal conquest! Object defeat! Rape! Slaughter! Persecution! Devastation! Islamization! And the genocide of Greco Roman Christian values and ideals! And today there is not one Christian or Jew in the Levant outside of Israel. Western Civilization was saved from genocide that day on that forested hilltop! And that obscenity of a grandiose Saudi built mosque was deliberately created and named and staffed by fanatics determined to finish the unfinished business of Tours 732! It was named after that battle! It was declared to be the staging ground for the final battle to compete the unfinished business of the conquest of the Christian World!

And both that obscenity of a mosque and that terrible battle of 732 was deliberately timed to correspond to the declaration of war upon Christian Rome uttered by Mohammad in 632 when he declared that '....embrace Islam and you will be safe' from Islamic extermination. Today we must finish the unfinished business forever! There will be no more Islamic assaults timed for 732 just as there must be no more Islamic battles timed for 9/11. 9/11 referring to the Malta defeat of Islam by the Knights Templar of Christ. 9/11 referring to the expulsion from Reconquesta Spain of the final 5th column turncoat Quisling Muslims after the defeat of the brutal Berber Moors. 9/11 referring to the Battle at the Gates of Vienna by the bloodthirsty Ottomans. 9/11 referring to the final assault on Christian soil of an Ottoman Army by Christians led by the Habsburg Protectors of Christian Rome which resulted in the liberation of Hungary, Romania, and the Balkans. Greece at that point waging its own war of liberation from Islam. All occurring on 9/11. Hence the timing of the Twin Towers of New York City by the Saudi paid terrorists on 9/11. Dates are symbols. And sometimes symbols can make or break battles. Today we must make or break that obscenity of a mosque which stands as a monument to the unfinished business of conquering Christian Europe!"

"But Sir. We are suppose to time the attack with all of the other Harbi assaults" his aide de camp whispered.

"The Germans jumped the gun at Dresden and now I hear that the Bavarians have unleashed their dogs of war of Garmr. The Dire Wolf Fenrir is rampaging across every battlefield of Europe! Including literally as the Bavarians unleash their trained military assault dogs on every Eloi while machine gunning every jihadist and Quisling convert and collaborator. Dogs no less than pigs are a pathological terror for the Mos. Every German Rebel is rising up! They are taking their country back! The Double Headed Alliance is in full attack! While premature, the stampede has commenced. The final battle of WW III has commenced. I am sorry about London. But we have to launch our attacks now in France. And my job is to liberate Tours and blow up that damn obscenity!

Alert the Spanish Rebels. The Italian Rebels. The Nordic Rebels. Alert MIMIR. The Dutch have already blown up the levees to stop the Islamic counter attack there. The battle has started. And our mission is to liberate Tours and blow up that symbol of the unfinished business of the Islamic conquest of the West. Give the signal! We move into the city in ten minutes!" As the aide de camp jumped off the tank the French general commander rubbed his badly set nose. His anything but handsome face rendered still more unhandsome. "This is almost an exact reply of Tours 732 except it is freezing spring instead of freezing October. Charles Martel! Be my mighty hammer! As Thor was Odin's hammer! Help me hammer the invaders raping sacred France!"

The commander looked around as another tank moved up so its officer could talk to the commander. "Sir. You are not going to sit on that turret all the way into Tours are you?"

"What did Patton do during the Battle of the Bulge?" the French commander asked.

"Oh. Legends say he sat on the turret and rode the tank as if horse leading the charge right into the German flank while welding pearly revolvers. But I don't advise that Sir!"

"I don't have pearly revolvers but I am leading the charge right into the enemy!" the French commander told his fellow officer. "Charles Martel adopted stirrups from the invading Arabs who stole the idea from the Byzantine Greeks who got it from the Huns who got it from the Indians who got it from the Chinese. He needed to reinvent Western cavalry to compete with the Saracens. At the same time horses were being reinvented to take advantage of the new Arabian blooded breeds to introduce more speed. And the British revolutionized cavalry with the introduction of tanks and Patten revolutionized battle strategy with tanks.

Today I will channel not only Patton but Martel as I finish what Martel started! The destruction of Islam! Europe will never ever again be forced to experience Islamic assaults and invasions and jihads and nonstop war! War since 632! It stops here! Today we will kill every Mo defiling the sacred soil of Europa! Sacred France! I will end your suffering and your rape! As the descendants of the Franks who founded France we will finish what Mohammad started in 632! You wanted a war! You bastard of a buggering pedophile! You will get war! You wanted extermination! You will get extermination! You wanted to finish the unfinished business of world conquest! You will get what you asked for! Just not the end you imagined when you uttered those infamous words '...embrace Islam and you will be safe' to Christian Rome! Today we are going to exterminate every Mo the way Charles Martel exterminated 37,500 Saracens out of a force of 80,000! Only we won't let one Mo live to run away like cowards! Not anymore! It stops today...."

*** ***

"....So we live only for the moment's gratification" the mysterious commander mused as he watched the fax burn to ash and cinder. Almost mesmerized by the sight of the ashes dropping into the trash can. Almost forgetting who he was talking to. "For the K's seven deadly sins are our seven R virtues. Brittle arrogance as the self proclaimed Best of Peoples ---- despite coming from Third World failed states. Proclaiming our superior intelligence and morality while sneering the West ---- despite the West's vaulting successes and indisputable achievements as the first Great Divergence Advanced World super states. Even claiming a superior record in slavery ---- when we were the largest and longest running slave empire in the history of mankind when it was Great Britain which first campaigned to free slaves all over the world.

Unwarranted pride as the glorious Ubermensch Ummah which justifies our sneering scorn of everyone else as the vilest of peoples. Sub human. Najis filthy. As disgusting as dogs and pigs and urine and feces and loathsome decay and vermin. Without intelligence or morality ----despite the fact most Westerners possess IQs which are much higher than us along with a record of indisputably higher level of science, engineering, technology, medicine, infrastructure, human rights, the humanities, and a higher level of civilization by every measure and statistic ---- other than religion of course! Covetous envy of other's achievements and successes we cannot match. Claiming we 'saved' Western Civilization when we actually destroyed the Late Classical Civilization and turned the rich and prosperous and advanced South East Levant into Third World failed states while the originally poorer North West Levant and Europe exploded into Great Divergence success and prosperity ---- until we destroyed them the way we destroyed the South East Levant. Destruction being our only indisputable achievement — other than religion of course!

Bottomless greed for what others have toiled to achieve which we justify as Ghazi Razzia Holy War for Holy Profit. Blessing stealing and looting as Jihad and dole abuse as jizya. 80% of all Muslims abusing the dole until we bankrupted every Western country. Not just taking every freebie as if entitled by Allah but demanding endless freebies as the Masters of a conquered people. Even as we held out our hands for charity. Sloth such as when we shouted that we had absolutely no intention of working because we were Merkel's guests. Brazenly 'unemployable' accordingly. Displaying a total absence of a work ethic or desire to achieve anything by our own will or effort when we could simply lounge as Eloi while snapping our fingers for our White Slaves to toil and achieve for us. The overwhelming majority of Muslims never working at all. Not the first generation! Not the second generation! Not the third generation! Not even now!

So parasitic we thought buying off the shelf of Western genius and effort when we could not steal Western genius and effort was entirely legitimate because the Ubermensch Ummah never was expected to actually work. The rest of the World is the Untermensch for us to exploit. The way the Eloi always considered the Morlocks to be exploitable. Never questioning the parasitic relationship of gross exploitation as anything other than blessed by Allah. The byproduct of a religiously blessed society based from the beginning of time on slavery and exploitative dhimmitude as well as Ghazi Razzia Holy War for Holy Profit. For did not The Prophet, peace be upon him, tell us the West was ours to exploit to ENRICH US? To be our slaves? The world was ours to exploit to ENRICH US? To be our slaves?

Drunkenness and drug addiction. How the West wondered why our only activity while lounging on the dole was criminality, arson, and organizing drug gangs while still getting drunk. Gluttony. Even smoking. all haram! And we did it all anyway. Especially during Ramadan when we gorge all night long. And shameless fornication, molestation, and taharrush rape. Of children. Of teenagers. Of women. Of old women. Of cripples. Of boys. Of girls. Of men. No one was immune! Even raping nuns! Allah's Best of Peoples destroying our hosts' countries with all of above without guilt or shame or regret or apology! Using Islam to justify it! Blaming our victims instead of ourselves!"

The mysterious commander suddenly started as he realized he was musing out loud. He stood up and smiled his smoothest smile at his aide de camp who was staring at him conflicted. "I hear you need ration cards. As I have no family here are mine. I hear your last child is very ill." The officer held out the precious ration cards to the desperate man. The Surtr paused, his hand hovering over the precious life saving cards. Then the aide de camp took them guiltily.

"Self control is pointless for we are powerless" the officer explained to explain away his prior musings. "And guilt is useless for we are victims. For the Ks are all racists and bigots and deployables and xenophobes as well as Islamophobes and Unbelievers and Infidels and Allah blesses us because they are all hell bound degenerates after all!" the officer smiled smoothly as he brushed the ash off his hands. "And victims are creatures of shame and face. Not guilt or conscience. Unlike the K who are obsessed with guilt and conscience and self control and controlling events and controlling us. Our enemies. What did they expect when the made the mistake of opening their homes and their nations to us? Gratitude? Every single Muslim sees every moment of their lives through one lens: Islam. And Islam is a divine manifesto of war! And Islam defines peace as only one thing: submission to the Divine Slavery!..."

*** ***

".....In 666 the Arabs and their converted Persian allies swept across the Greco Roman Christian Levant toward Europe" the French tank commander mused as his tanks formed the battle line. The modern form of the ancient shieldwall. "Waging brutal religious war combined with pillaging, arson, rapine, and enslavement. Destroying everyone and everything which did not cower before them. Destroying the glory which once was Old Rome and the brilliance of Byzantine New Rome. No wonder Hitler once said he wished Islam had won just so the Germans would have been bloodthirsty Muslims instead of Christians!

The Arabs and their Berber Moors which they saw as expendable inferiors conquered the East Levant and destroyed Christian Jerusalem. Then Christian Egypt. Then Christian North Africa. Then Visigoth Christian Spain. Christian Italy up to the sacking of Rome. Slavers attacking as far north as Kent and Ireland. Jewel after jewel after jewel of the Greco Roman Christian civilized world. The then Advanced World. All smashed and pulverized. Destroying cities. Harbors. Roads. Irrigation systems. Monuments. Palaces. Homes. Farms. Libraries. Art. Music. Everything and everyone who did not submit to conquest and brutalization and Islamization. Condemned to a sub human sub citizenship sans any human rights other than the dubious right of buying 'protection' from death by paying jizya with rites of humiliation to feel conquered and ravished and brutalized. Millions of Christians and Jews dying. Millions of Christians and Jews being raped. Molested. Enslaved. Men. Women. Children. No one was safe! In one hundred years half of all Christians and Jews and almost all of the Zoroastrians perished! Genocide! It was pure Genocide! No wonder Hitler admired Islam..."

*** ***

"It all comes down to fate and genetics" the mysterious commander told his aide de camp. "We are children of the sun. Unlike the Ks, we react with emotion. Not logic. We see through the prism of feelings. Not reason. We cannot cope with the emotional pain. Psychological pain. Unlike the Ks and their red pills. Estrogen drenches our brains. Not testosterone. So we seek out safe places and totalitarian regimes which shelter us and cocoon us from reality we cannot cope with. We are the primal, emotional, feral, right brain creatures. Unlike the left brain dominated Ks. So we are bounded by our genetics. Free will is something only the Ks enjoy. We cannot control ourselves or events. Sometimes we are blessed. Sometimes we are destroyed. Sometimes we thrive. Sometimes we starve. Inshallah. As Allah wills.

Unlike the Ks who are denizens abused by ice and snow. Like rabbits we multiply in warm meadows of lush hot summers under pleasure domes of gardens. Feasting on the plenty of the moment in our lush hot Edens while the Ks are thrust out as if Cain to toil in the wilderness of nonstop cruelty to become K Carnivores. And when the warm summer ends and the lush hot Eden turns to bitter ice and snow the K Carnivores devour us. Inshallah. As Allah wills.

Such denizens of such dire environs as the K Carnivores inhabit must plan ahead and toil relentlessly to survive fierce winters and terrible spring floods and autumn destructions of fragile harvests. Creatures travailing under erratic, unpredictable, and cruel conditions for a bittersweet cornucopia accrued only by hard work and brutal toil. Toiling nonstop. Even in winter. Every moment of every day. For only by toiling and plotting and planning and hoarding can such denizens of such dire environs keep one step ahead of death. Morlockian.

So the K genetics of the pride and pack Carnivore evolved to plot and plan and labor and scheme in anticipation of the worse. Assuming the worst. Forestalling every possible disaster. Mapping out every conceivable scenario to ward off ruination. Conserving. Hoarding. Scheming. Controlling their impulses. Exerting their self will. Taking control. Dominating. Never submitting. Denying themselves..."

*** ***

"....In only one hundred years of occupation the last surviving Christians were all but totally driven out of South and Central Spain to the Northern wilderness of the mountains. Then the Saracens under Abdul Rahman Al Ghafiqi marched forth to exterminate the last holdouts while invading France in a pincer attack. Attacking coastal France and also South West France along the Spanish border. Fighting was nonstop. The Saracens used their tried and true Blitzkrieg of lighting cavalry attacks combined with Ghazi Razzia Holy War for Holy Profit. Arson. Destroying Christian churches. Flattening cities. Pulverizing towns. Burning out villages. Raping. Plundering. Enslaving. Leaving no one alive. Attacking harvests to starve the brutalized. Destroying everything they could not loot and haul away. And enslaving hundreds of thousands. Especially women and children to be sex slaves while ensuring the extermination of Christian Resistence through unspeakably brutal total warfare.. .."

*** ***

".... Yet the Ks declared themselves to be as if demigods. The Children of God — which is Satanic" the commander told his aide de camp. "Our Seven R virtues are their Seven K Deadly Sins — which shows how hell bound deviant they are. Opening the forbidden gates of ijtahad and BID'a in order to invent and explore and question and impose their will as if God in order to seize every angle to survive despite the odds. Industrious. Ambitious. Libertarian to the extreme. Over achieving. Controlling events and controlling themselves and of course controlling us. The only way to survive when Allah is not on their side. That and a small population which nurtures its few children with intense protectiveness. Never releasing the precious offspring until mature and able to survive with the best of odds for the best of results. Conserving to give them whatever they need to prosper. Educating them and expecting the best from them as well as for them. Only the highest of expectations and goals. For us only the lowest of expectations and no goals. Accomplishments for them. Failure for us. For we are self proclaimed victims and victims cannot have expectations or goals or accomplishments. That is the difference between R genetics and K genetics after all. That and different IQs and the Neanderthal genes to survive ice and snow."

*** ***

"....Abdul Rahman Al Ghafiqi marched across South West France toward the rich cities of the Franks. And the richest city was Tours. To loot. Burn. Destroy. Desecrate churches. Rape nuns. Kill priests. Round up every woman and child to become Devshirme sex slaves. Gather up everything of value. Cull every harvest. And destroy everything they could not haul away to starve out and destroy the Christians. They assumed the Franks were uncivilized savages. Sub human. Najis filth. People of no morality or intelligence. Animals. Just animals. Vermin to be exterminated or ravished. They had no idea what they were marching into...."

*** ***

"You speak so perceptively of us Surtr Sir" the aide de camp replied warily. "It is our Surtr genetics to scatter our seeds to the lush winds to thrive or perish as they will. We cavort in the warmth and do not plan ahead. Fatalistic. We assume summer will always nurture us. Resigned. We endure the heat. We see the world as a beautiful garden or else a pleasure dome. A foretaste of paradise. Inshallah. As Allah wills. For it is Allah who decides all! We can only wait for Allah to give or else take away. Bless or curse. Give victory or else defeat. All we can do is kowtow and pray on our hands and knees before the Commanding Heights. And if the Commanding Heights orders us to toil in complex irrigation schemes or grandiose wars we do so with blind trust that the Commanding Heights knows all and does what he does to protect us. His little children. For we are weak. For we are evil. And only a Commanding Heights can save our souls by ruling every moment of our lives. So we trust fatalistic and enjoy the warmth of the moment knowing that as long as we obey blindly our souls will be saved by submission to the Divine Slavery — which is beautiful. The safety of the Divine Slavery is like a cocoon. All we have to do is submit. Unlike the grim Morlocks who trust no one and rely only on themselves — and so damn their souls!..."

*** ***

"....In fact the Franks were very well organized despite the absence of a good king. The Mayors of the booming cities were highly civilized Greco Roman lieges of the Byzantine Greeks who saw themselves, just like the Visigoths, as the New Romans. Greco Roman Christian Civilization was flowering. This was not the Dark Ages. The Dark Ages were what the Muslims and the Vikings inflicted on Europe with their nonstop arson and rapine and pillaging and enslaving and destroying. And the best mayor of all the Franks was Charles Martel of Greco Roman Paris. ..."

*** ***

"....Indeed!" the mysterious commander replied as he wiped the last ash from his hands from the burning of the fax message. "Defiant. Willful. Tenacious. Independent. Enterprising. Hard working. Ambitious. Never submitting and never surrendering. Determined to survive on their terms. Nothing is given to the Morlocks except what they can tear out of the stony earth before the first frost. Defiant of authority. As if Lucifer challenging Allah. Seeing the Divine Slavery as Hell on Earth yet so perverse they would rather embrace Hell than earn Paradise by submitting to the Commanding Heights be it Allah or Islam or the Prophet, peace be upon him, or the Beloved Leader or the caliph or the sultan or the dictator or the warlord or the imam or the cleric or the mullah...."

*** ***

".....Charles Martel had been building an army in preparation for the invasion by Islam. A hardened army augmented by valiant peasants fighting for their wives and children and farms and harvests. Building up a Roman style army. Weak on cavalry. Yes. But disciplined to fight Roman style in squares and shieldwalls. Like the later 'Thin Red Line' square of the British Army. Like the 300 Spartans fighting off the entire Persian Army back in Old Greece. Shield locked into shield. Shield and spear. The New Spartans. The New Romans.

Martel understood that the Muslims were timing this invasion to climax the conquest of Christianity with the 632 proclamation of war upon Christian Rome by Mohammad. This was not a raiding party. This was the coup de grace to exterminate Christianity off the face of the earth forever. When the greedy Catholic Pope and his priests refused to help, Martel confiscated Catholic lands and treasure houses to build his army. Not having a strong cavalry, never a Roman speciality, he designed his army to withstand Saracen cavalry assault. He outmaneuvered the Saracens along the old Roman Roads and picked the battlefield just outside of Tours. A rich target the Ghazi Razzia plunderers lusted to take. He knew Abdul Rahman Al Ghafiqi was dawdling to steal the October harvests to both feed his army and starve the Christians into submission. And he knew the Ghazi Rrazzia Jihadists could not resist plundering Tours even though that meant marching northward as October turned cold. For like now, 732 was occurring during a Grand Solar Minimum. A little ice age.

He also knew the Saracens did not have a good scouting system or spies or Quislings to understand the lay of the land. The nature of the evolving French, the coldness of the climate, so unlike Spain, or the quality of Martel's new army. Most of all Martel knew the Achilles Heel of the Saracens were their greed. They were hauling a tonnage of loot and thousands of women and children to be sex slaves as well as rich harvests yet instead of heading south as the freezing cold descended, they were heading north to plunder the rich cities and especially Tours. Their greed would be the death of them..."

*** ***

"....Yet ironically by their very carnivore natures the ones who usually end up in authority and ruling us are the K Carnivores" the mysterious commander explained. "As imperialists. As colonialists. As Advanced World super states. As the people with the charity foodstuffs and medicines and technologies and dole. That is why we blindly obey K Carnivores yet at the same time we envy and loath and yes, we even want to kill K Carnivores precisely because they represent authority, success, domination, and rule. They accrue. They amass. They hoard. They become the wealthy and well off and successful and powerful. And we are at their mercy. So we both love them and hate them. Admire them and envy them. Obey them and kill them. Like Cologne on New Year's Eve 2016 after Mother Merkel graciously invited us into Germany as her guests. And we replayed that hospitality by assaulting and raping 1200 German girls while beating up their German boyfriends! The uncovered meat was there! Asking to be raped! So why not? Inshallah! As Allah wills! The Germans should not have invited us into their country and their homes! For like a snake, we are compelled to bite the hand feeding us!...."

*** ***

The Highlander delivered a second shot to the skull of the Surtr sprawled on the snow as his blood tinged it red. Other Highlanders checked the old WW II radio. "Did he give the enemy advance warning?" Princess Anne asked.

The other Highlander listened to the old radio. "I can't tell Your Highness. I can't tell...."

*** ***

".....So Martel picked the battleground. A forested hill outside of Tours protected on two sides by rivers. Saracens were poor swimmers, just like today. He kept scouts positioned to monitor the approach of the Saracens who did not bother to scout ahead, so arrogantly confident of themselves and their blessing by Allah. It was 732. One hundred years since the proclamation of world war by Mohammad. Allah was going to deliver them a divine victory over the infidels and unbelievers and people of 'gross error' and hell bound degeneracy. But on October 10th of 732 a different God delivered a different victory...."

*** ***

"....So different environs willow out defective genes and perpetrate the genes of survival" the mysterious commander explained. "Our genetic strength is that we obey blindly and enjoy the moment and procreate in a frenzy in the face of disaster in the hope that a few will survive. Such glorious recklessness! Life is cheap! Seize the moment! The Morlocks' weakness is that they can't breed in the face of disaster because they are obsessed with precarious survival. But their strength is conserving in order to save their few offspring which they nurture, not trusting to nature.

As the world melts down in the face of this ecological disaster and world war we Rs should be the survivors accordingly. Yet I fear despite the odds the K denizens of this freezing purgatory might be the only ones to survive. Despite their small and bloody population they have the genetics to plan for both Ragnarok and Ragnarokkr. Surviving the End of the World. And precisely because their population is now so very small they might actually be able to do it. Survive Ragnarok. The End of the World. Unlike us. Billions of the starving overrunning the freezing earth during the most unkind of times. A Grand Solar Minimum where only the best genes survive...."

*** ***

".....The Saracens finally stumbled onto the sight of an mostly obscured army high up on a hill as the chilled winds of autumn blew through their thin cotton clothes while their hot blooded Arabic stallions whimpered and shivered. Autumn rain turning into frost and mud and ice. But Abdul Rahman Al Ghafiqi was still arrogantly sure Allah was going to deliver the final victory over the Christians so he set up his lavish camp. His tonnage of glittering loot. His riches heaped up in heavy wagons sinking up to their wheel rims in mud. His bags of precious stolen wheat enough to fed ten armies but becoming damp in the rain. His bloody captives already being raped and molested. His imams predicting a divine victory. But the first hint of frost already in the air. But the Surtr from the south did not have the knowledge of weather in the North of Europe away from the warm Levant to read the signs of the dropping leaves and chill of dawn and dusk or the dense clouds that predicted the first snow storms. For during Grand Solar Minimums winter comes fast. Too fast.

His men were cocky. But the partly hidden army on that steep hill obscured by forests refused to be awed. Instead of running away they stood as if 'bulwark of ice'. And the nights were starting to be freezing cold. And his men were completely unprepared for the freezing cold. After six days of indecision the arrogant Arab ordered his hot blooded cavalry to gallop up the muddy hill to exterminate the people of 'gross error'. Those najis filthy kafirs. Those sub human cretins as bestial as pigs and dogs. People of no morality or intelligence who surely would break when faced with the Wrath of Allah. So the brilliant cavalry raced up the muddy hillside into trees on their shining Arabic steeds, their glittery but thin cotton and gaudy turbans and long lances forming a spectacular sight ----- as they struggled in the cold mud up that hill into trees and obscured shadows of interlocking shields. Rather like the cocky Dixie Confederates charging up that hill at Gettysburg into the thin blue line of Yankee Chamberlain and his Maine Boys.

As Abdul Rahman Al Ghafiqi watched in horror, his gaudy soldiers were slaughtered by the hundreds. Stubborn, sure that Allah was blessing him with victory, he ordered charge after charge. And charge after charge crashed into that unmovable 'bulwark of ice'. Horses staggering and foundering in the deep mud. Lighting fast cavalry turning into a slow motion slaughter. Moors falling into deep mud and floundering as hail of arrows from bowmen behind the protecting shieldwall impaled them. Meanwhile, like Chamberlain and his wheeling pivot, Martel sent a wheeling pivot of men around the floundering Saracens. Maneuvering around and behind to attack the gaudy camp. The Franks rescued the raped and brutalized captives and set fire to the camp.

As Abdul Rahman Al Ghafiqi watched with horror, the greedy Moors rushed back toward the camp to save their loot. The Arabs then panicked at the thought of the Moors stealing their loot. So they turned around and galloped back toward the camp as well. The Saracen army melting into chaos as everyone charged back to retrieve their stolen loot. Every Ghazi Razzia Jihadist only thinking of Holy War for Holy Profit. Their stolen loot. The battlefield dissolved into chaos. The Arabic general screamed and cursed as his army dissolved. Then Martel ordered his men to march forward. They attacked the dissolving army from behind. So fast was their counter attack they even encircled and slew Abdul Rahman Al Ghafiqi.

At that point, the day fading, the chaos too great, Martel pulled back his men to a tight square in anticipation of a logical counter attack at sunset. But nothing happened. No. Not at all. Instead, dawn shown down on a destroyed and abandoned camp. The Saracens had fled the field! Running away! Martel pursued them as if a fox hunt! The dogs of war in hot pursuit! He chased them all the way back to conquered Spain. Even as brutal winter descended. The retreating Saracens behaving like Napoleon's Retreat from Moscow. Leaving a trail of corpses and abandoned loot behind. An army of only 30,000 Franks destroying an army of over 80,000 Arabs and Moorish Berbers. Martel lost only a thousand five hundred men. The supposedly victorious Muslim invaders, so sure of their preordained victory, limped back into their bastion a shattered ruin of an army! Allah not only failed to deliver the promised victory of Mohammad, God delivered a mighty blow for Christian Europe!

For the rest of his life Martel pulverized the invaders as the promise of victory melted as if ruby red blood on shiny snow. France was saved. Every invader was driven out. And the other beleaguered Christian bastions were inspired to fight back. Even Rome being delivered from the Muslim horde. Though the craven Pope never did recant his excommunication of Martel. Rather like the cowardly Pope Francis who surrendered Rome and his Catholic flock to the Muslims while trying to flee. His flock fighting back despite him. Not helped. Hindered. The Catholic and Protestant Leaders both betraying their flocks, unable to realize that the very survival of Christianity was at stake! As their cowardly religious leaders ran away! Or else surrendered cravenly! The Christians turning to other leaders, the New Martels, to fight to save Europa!..."

***

The old Mohammedan stared at the strange machine which stood in a desolate field on a desolate island just off the coast of the Lowlands. A seagull screeched in the cold sky as the sun fighting through the dense clouds shown golden. His small grandchild came up to stand by his side. By habit their hands reached out to clasp. The large calloused hand gently holding the smaller hand. "What is this strange machine Grandfather?" she asked.

"I don't know. It is a most strange machine indeed little one" the old man replied as he stared at it. "Each time I study it I cannot comprehend its form or function."

"Should we break it then? This fiendish machine?" the small child asked.

"But this tiny island is glacier free. It is most mysterious for the rest of the coastline is covered by glaciers and the glaciers grind and crack as they calf. Breaking off into the stormy sea. Except for this one tiny island. It is most mysterious."

"Perhaps it is a miracle such as when we found this empty place as our boat was sinking. Everyone else dying. Only we were able to ride the broken beams to this place. The bodies of Mommy and Daddy washing up along with the others as the surf crashed day by day. Allah sparing only us. Inshallah. As Allah wills. And we found an abandoned croft cottage and a field of abandoned vegetables and potatoes and even wild barley. And we have survived. Allah blessing us."

"Yes my child. Allah blessing us. A miracle." The old man stared at the fiendish machine sitting in the field. "No glaciers here. And the snow melts in the summer. But only here. Only here."

"Maybe we should break the fiendish machine" the child asked as she picked up a rock. "To prove to Allah we trust his guidance. After all. Isn't this a fiendish machine created by the Kafirs? So isn't it Kufr? Shouldn't we trust Allah? Not a fiendish machine?" She gestured to throw the stone at the fiendish machine. "As if throwing a stone at the Devil at Mecca" she added.

"Why isn't there terrible snow all year long here. But only here" the old man whispered as he stared at the fiendish machine.

"So should we stone the Devil?" the small child asked as she held the stone.

"I don't know..... I don't know... I don't know ...."

*** ***

"....There is certainly a paradox to the fact the most spectacular Great Divergence Advanced World Super States evolved in the Northern Hemisphere despite of, or because of, the terrible cycles of little ice ages" the mysterious commander told his aide de camp. "It is a genuine paradox that the warm Tropic Zone has become anything but the zone of success. Failed states. Third world failed states. I wonder what the connection is to this most puzzling cause and affect! Like the fact the earliest ice ages ravished Old Egypt and Babylon and then New Egypt and Persia yet the cold ages also birthed the Bronze Age and Iron Age. Intriguing don't you think? And the Oort Dark Age birthed the magnificent blossoming of the High Medieval Age — which passed us by. And the equally dire Wolf Age spawn the Agricultural Revolution and Urbanization and the first spawning of the Technological Revolution and Renaissance — which passed us by. Likewise the Sporer and even the Maunder. Each spawned great leaps of science and technology and medicine and society —which passed us by. Ice ages appear to invigorate these Morlocks! Not crush them! Unlike us...."

*** ***

As the small child gestured to throw the stone at the fiendish machine a dog ran up and barked most merrily. Then the old Mohammedan swept up his grandchild in his arms and knelt down so she could pet the semi-feral dog they found alone and lonely in the abandoned croft cottage. "Pet the dog dear one! See how merry it is? And how well it protects us and keeps us safe and less lonely!" The small child dropped the stone and hugged the dog which was desperate for human contact.

"Though Najis and forbidden yet this dog has helped us to survive. The Kafir family which once lived here was forced to flee the approaching glaciers. But they left their croft and garden and dog. Fruits of their industry in confronting a harsh environment. And that gesture saved us. So not all Kafirs are evil. And this dog has proven to be most kindly and merry and protecting. Not evil at all! I think the Prophet, peace be upon him, was not entirely correct in ordering the death of all Najis filthy dogs and Kafirs. And this strange machine might be protecting us too. Perhaps Allah cast us away here to learn that not all Kafirs are evil. And not all Westerners are evil. And not all of the fruits of the Western World are evil. And the glaciers might not be winning. And we might not be losing. So we won't lose hope."

"But the angry and Dutch cast us away on the sea in that boat Grandfather" the small child said as she petted the dog. "Shouting and screaming at us. Bloody. And screaming at us."

"But only after bad Muslims betrayed their trust like ingrates my child. The Prophet, peace be upon him, told us we were bound to any covenant and oath we made to gracious hosts protecting us. Be it for a night or a lifetime. We are obligated by Islam not to betray people who take us into their homes or their nations. But bad Muslims betrayed their covenant and oath and betrayed their hosts. Bad Muslims betrayed the Dutch people who offered their country as sanctuary to refugees. Bad Muslims behaved like ingrates. They rioted. They assaulted. They looted. They stole. They brutalized. They exploited and betrayed the Dutch. They revolted against the Dutch and rose up to steal their country away from them. They tried to turn the Dutch into nothing more than White Slaves.

So the Dutch were forced to fight for their lives and their religion and their Dutch way of life against people they took in who repaid that kindness with deceit and betrayal. I can't explain why we were ordered cast away on the angry seas in an overcrowded boat or why no place would allow our small boat to land. Every one standing on the shore with guns cursing us and firing on us to force us away. Away. Away. Until were driven onto the rocks here. And only you and I survived. Castaways. You are too young to understand why and I have not the words to explain the why. Someday I will try to explain why evil happened to us. And why those among us did evil. Let us go back to the croft little one. Our little cabin."

The old man picked up the child in his aged arms and walked slowly away. "Why did the Kafirs call us Judases Grandfather? And it was not just angry Kafirs who cursed us. It was angry Muslims too. Malmo. Malmo was burning. No less than Rotherham. Every city and town was burning or bleeding. And everyone was hurting everyone else. And everyone was mad at us and would not let us land. The boat over loaded and swamped and running out of food or water. And why did mean Muslims call us Uncle Toms? Your name is not Tom."

"How can I explain little one? Let's go back to the cabin little one." So the old man and his grandchild returned to Uncle Tom's Cabin....

*** ***

The French tank commander watched his tanks marshal into formation. Then he bellowed out the French National Anthem:

Arise children of the fatherland!

The day of glory has arrived!

Against us the Divine Slavery's tyrannical

Bloody standard is raised!

Listen to the sound of their bellowing obscenity!

Screaming 'Allah u Akbar!'

The howling of these fearsome jihadists!

They are into our midst!

The traitors opening our borders to them!

To cut the throats of your sons and consorts!

And to rape your daughters and mothers!..."

"Sir that is not quite the..."

"Shut up! I am singing the national anthem my way! The new version!

To arms citizens! To arms!

Form you tank battalions!

Forward! Forward! Crushing the Mos under your wheels!

And blowing up that fucking mosque!

Until their impure Surtr blood waters our sacred soil!

And overflows the gutters of Tours!

As if a river of blood! Their blood!

What do they want?

This horde of slaves of the Divine Slavery?" the French tank commander snarled. His nasal French accent blistery in the cold air.

"This scum of EU traitors and conspiratorial globalists?

These minions of Loki Insider Traitors?

These Marxists and Socialists and Communists!

These Quislings collaborating with our historic enemies!

For whom these vile chains

and these long-prepared irons

have been crafted to subjugate us!

We children of Charles The Hammer Martel!

Frenchmen, for us! Yes! Yes! For us!

What outrage!" the Frenchman snarled, his scared face livid.

"For us! For us!

It is we they dare plan

To return to the old slavery!

The Divine Slavery!

Shoving Islam down our throats!

Shoving Islam down our throats!

Our ancient nemesis! Mohammad The Butcher of Medina!

These ancient foes of a very long war waged since 632!

Waged in Tours in 732! And waged here! And now! Today! Today!

They would make Sharia laws in our French courts!

These mercenary jihadists of plundering Ghazi!

And burn our flags!

And destroy our arts!

And bury our music!

And destroy our monuments!

And blow up our churches!

And burn our museums and libraries!

And besmirch our history!

And eradicate our identity!

Our very right to exist!

And erase us off the face of the earth!

Our glory reduced to ash and cinder!

To turn our sacred soil into a Third World shit hole!

They would cut down our warrior sons!

And rape our daughters!

And bind our national valor with chains and manacles!

With fatwas and Dhimmitude!

Arrogant that our brow will yield under their brutal yoke!

And our soul will break under their brutal whip!

The vile despots would make themselves

The masters of our destiny!

Masters of France!

Of Europe!

Of the West!

To eradicate Christianity off the face of the earth!

Tremble you foul tyrants!

And cower you loathsome traitors!

The shame of all good Frenchmen ends here and now!

Tremble you Surtr scum! For your parricidal schemes

Will receive their just reward!

Today! This day! We will end your Divine Slavery!

And expunge you from our sacred lands!

Against you foul fiends we French will all rise up!

Soldiers defending the Motherland!

And if we fall, we will fall as heroes!

And every French soul will rise up! Rise up!

Ready to join the fight against you new slavers of the old slavery!

The New Barbarians!

The Destroyers of Civilizations!

The Violators of Peace!

The Obscenity of History!

We shall enter into Tours and confront you in your lair!

That salaciousness of a mosque dedicated to the replay of Tours 732!

And to the unfinished business of Mohammad's conquest of the free world!

And we will finish what that buggering pedophile started!

And when this last battle of a very long war is over

and we turn to our bleeding homes

we will find our elders are no longer there!

We shall only find their ashes!

And the ashes of bitter betrayal!

And we will curse the wicked leaders who opened the gates to these fiends!

And opened our nation's borders to these invaders!

Who plotted with Soros in Devos this Rape of Europa!

For which so many of us have bled and died!

And we will weep! Survival as painful as perishing!

As we bury the coffins of our violated and lost!

But we will also feel the sublime pride

Of avenging them!

The innocent and vulnerable who perished!

Victims of the Great Betrayal!"

"Sir! You are mangling the ...."

"Shut up! I am singing!

Prepare your weapons! Unleash your tanks!

Drive on! Sacred patriotism incarnate!

The New Crusaders of Charles Martel!

Welding the Hammer of Revenge!

For liberty, cherished liberty!

Join the struggle! Defenders of France!

Defenders of Europa!

Defenders of the West!

The bulwark of steel and ice!

Under our nation's flag let bloody victory come!

And let us kill every one!

Ragnarok this bitterly cold day!

So that in death our nation's enemies

Shall see our triumph and our glory!

And our Ragnarokkr Renaissance!

As they sink under the mire of their own inbred imbecility!

The West is rising! France is rising! We are rising!

Viva La France!" the French tank commander bellowed.

"Viva La France!" his men shouted. Then the tanks rolled into Tours....

*** ***

"....It is not possible!" the nervy aide de camp cried. "The Harbi can't be building deep subterranean cities and remote wilderness survivalist bastions. Plotting Ragnarokkr against us. Plotting how to survive us. Using the snow and ice against us. Using the glaciers against us. Using the nonstop rain and hail and cold against us. Using famine and plagues and wars against us. Perhaps even waging open warfare against us! No! No! Another city! Look! Look! No! No! Defying Allah! Defying Islam! As if the Spawn of Lucifer no less than Odin! Allah gave us Surtr a manifest destiny and divine mission to conquer and subjugate and rule the world! To save the souls of the world against the damnation of Kufr! We were offering them the peace of submission to the Divine Slavery! Only the depraved would cling to Kufr and rebel against the Divine Slavery!"

"It is genetic" the mysterious commander replied. "It is K genetics. K genetics created the West. K genetics created Western ideals and Western values. K genetics created Western laws and Western culture. K genetics created Western democracy and Western meritocracy. K genetics created Western human rights. K genetics created capitalism and the free market place of sink or swim failure or success based entirely on human incentives and the work ethic. K genetics created the exploring and inventive entrepreneurial mind. K genetics created the urge for aggressive competition. K genetics created the Luciferian defiant and uncaged human mind and rebellious will. K genetics especially created the Western obsession with free will and the genetically perceived inalienable right to demand life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. All defined by K genetics..."

*** ***

The eccentric old man ran to the towering pile of computers crazily cobbled together in his concealed lair. He held his small dog in his arms. "No! No! It has been launched prematurely! The Chimes were suppose to toll at Midnight! No! No! What if I unleash magnetic interference? But then I will disrupt our own communications! What should I do? What should I do precious? MIMIR says the Sooty Rooster is about to crow!...."

*** ***

"....Just as R genetics instinctively loves the Divine Slavery and instinctively embraces the blind obedience of the Commanding Heights as if one who finds the very idea of rebellion terrifying and freedom as horrifying and liberty as beyond the pale of unspeakable damnation too terrible to be contemplated" the mysterious commander explained. His antiquated fax beeped frantically. He casually strolled over and tore off the page and surveyed it briefly before casually burning it to ash and cinder in the trash can. All the while he casually kept his aide de camp occupied with his arcane explanation of the Harbi's determination to rebel. As if entertaining not a loyal aide de camp but rather a guard who was suppose to be spying on him.

"Eagerly embracing Big Government Totalitarianism which is the outer shell of the Divine Slavery. Clinging to all controlling Sharia even when offered the satanic poison of democracy and freedom. Democracy is the cancer. Islam is the answer. Eagerly submitting to any cult of Big Brother. And Isn't Mohammad the biggest and greatest cult of Big Brother of all? The ultimate perfect man who is the ultimate Commanding Heights Beloved Leader before which we unquestioningly kowtow? Blindly obeying even to the very act of suicidal terrorism and world war? Free will has nothing to do with it. Genetics is all. Allah created R genetics to become the blessed Ubermensch Ummah. Lucifer created K genetics to create Kufr and Kafirs.

It is the genetically grounded cause of the Clash of Civilizations. Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending how you interpret it, K genetics also includes a higher bell curve of IQ. All of the frigid North Hemisphere nations east or west feature higher IQs than the Tropic zones of the warm and lush south. Between 90 and 100 in the West and India and over a 100 in the Asian Triad. R genetics creates a lower bell curve of IQ. Warmth apparently does not spawn high IQ. At least not anymore. At least not once Islam takes over. IQ leads to Kufr. That is indisputable! The Northern Hemisphere, east and west, have conspicuously defied Islam and wallowed in Kufr. And the result as been the Kufr Great Divergence of advanced world super states ---- While the Southern Surtr dwell in the Divine Slavery of Third World of failed states — while depending on the Northern Hemisphere super states, both east and west, to invent and create and manufacture and produce everything the Surtr need to survive...."

*** ***

The Hunter returned to headquarters in the Tower Fortress only to find pandemonium as the antiquated communications with Brussels buzzed with escalating static. "What is wrong?"

"We are cut off from Brussels Headquarters again. This magnetic topsyturviness is interfering with our communications." The Muslim struggled with the decaying communications.

"Is it simply the magnetic discombobulation?" the Hunter asked.

"Eh?"

"As the poles prepare to switch North to South. South to North."

"I don't know. It must be. It usually is. That and the cosmic rays which are wreaking our few remaining satellites. Allah! Hell!" The Muslim yanked off his headphones as a large buzz erupted as if a piercing screech. Even the Hunter winced at the high pitch noise.

"Why can't we modernize these decaying relics?" the Hunter shouted as the piercing shriek filled the room. Both men put their hands over their ears.

"We always bought off the shelf! You know that! We always expected the Morlocks to invent and maintain everything for us! We never expected the enterprising and entrepreneurial Morlocks to refuse to hand over the fruits of their labors and serve us as our White Slaves! You know that!"

"Turn off the damn machine then!" the Hunter shouted.

The telecommunications minion yanked the plug ---- literally. "The on-off toggle is broken now so all I can do is ...." He waved the plug helplessly.

Meanwhile the scientists also struggled with their much better telecommunications. Then one switched to another channel. The piercing screech stopped. The computers calmed down as intel again filled the screens. "Hedy Lamaar's invention of telecommunication waves inside waves not only led to the internet but new satellite technology to help us piggy back our telecommunications inside noise while blocking the enemy's use of the same telecommunications with noise. MIMIR has triggered a telecommunication blockade. Probably because of midnight. To prevent the enemies from communicating with each other. Cut off Brussels. So where were we?....."

*** ***

".....While the Ks might call the IQ range of the 80s 'retarted' Allah created the IQ of the 80s for a reason" the mysterious commander told his aide de camp. Then the computers suddenly screeched. Both men flinched. The commander toggled switches until the screens flickered. Half of the intel stopped. But the rest of the stream of intel continued. "Magnetic gyrations. What is worse? The magnetic gyrations? The cosmic rays? The fact the Beloved Leader shot down satellites to try to stop the internet and Jews describing his reputed trysts with goats? Or the Morlocks mining underneath us to cut off our power?" The commander expertly stabilized the screens — what remained of them.

"Lower IQ renders the soul safe in the embrace of the Divine Slavery" the military officer explained as he fiddled with wires to try to restore missing intel. "Immune to Luciferian temptation. Resistant to Kufr. Oblivious to Jahiliyyah. Resistive to Shirk. Like the way illiteracy and the burning of books renders the soul safe in the embrace of the Divine Slavery. Safe in the embrace of the Divine Leader. Safe from Najis filth. Safe from Jahiliyyah. Safe from ijtihad and BID'a. Safe from questioning or doubting or denying or rebelling. Safe from Lucifer. Safe from Damnation. The Winston Smiths of the world are Ks.

Ultimately the only way Islam can eradicate Kufr is by enforcing illiteracy and burning all Jahiliyyah and Najis and Shirk while exterminating every K off the face of the earth. It is the only way for Islam to win the Clash of Civilizations. To win WW III. And dominate and subjugate and rule the earth. The question is what happens once Islam wins and every K genetic is exterminated off the face of the earth." The mysterious commander struggled with the crudely improvised retrofitted toggles to try to stabilize the antiquate and flickering screens. "Considering the unspoken byproduct which Islamic victory implies" he added as he knelt down and opened a door to jerry rig more antiquated wires to try to stabilize the computer. "Because the Surtr from the South have always entirely depended on the Northern Hemisphere, east and west, for everything ..... except religion of course...." The military officer struggled to make the antiquated machinery work better. Then he gave up. He pounded one computer with his fist to 'boot' it. But that did not help the flickering technology. "We are devolving ...."

"But if we must then we must!" The aide de camp rushed to the sinister steel briefcase resting on the desk of his boss. He gestured to the symbol of the Fiery Sword of Surtr. A nuclear symbol. "Lucifer cannot be allowed to win! The Infidels and Unbelievers cannot be allowed to win! No cost is too great to deliver Islam's victory to the Earth and the peace of submission to the Divine Slavery to the planet! And anyway!" the Surtr protested weakly. "If the long ago Christians of the South East Levant had simply passively embraced Dhimmitude instead of joining the Crusaders to try to revolt against Islamic occupation and rule then we would not have been forced to brutally crush them for their disloyalty. Ultimately to their extermination. Anyway. After 1400 plus years they should have reverted to Islam! There is no excuse for persisting in being Unbelievers or Infidels! Such stubborn Kufr and Shirk is unforgivable! Especially if they expected to get away with Kufr and Shirk by refusing Dhimmitude or Slavery!

We would have been gracious in our toleration of their Kufr ---- not pagan Shirk of course but at least Kufr — then and now ---- as long as they paid the diverse Jizya taxes with rites of humiliation to feel conquered and subdued as was and is right and proper. Dhimmitude was and is after all created by The Prophet, peace be upon him, to enrich the faithful and punish Kufr. As is right. The 'D's can only be tolerated and allowed to exist if they toil to enrich us while being punished for persisting in Kufr. Persisting in committing unforgivable evil. Rejecting salvation! Rejecting the Divine Slavery! Unforgivable! That is what The Prophet, peace be upon him, declared. Quite rightly. If they serve us, if they slave for us, the Best of Peoples, they can be tolerated as sub human hell bound degenerates and deviants ---- as long as they are firmly subjugated and not allowed to run amok in defiance of the Divine Slavery while committing ijtihad and BID'a.

Commit their petty evil and degeneracy away from our view. But not evil in public sight. Evil below. Not evil on the surface of the earth in defiance of public Islamic morality and authority. Like shoveling Najis filth. Being Najis filth. Do the dirty work including Najis sewage collection and Najis handling of rot and decay and death and Najis industries and other Najis toils which we the Best of Peoples cannot be expected to endure. Allowed to risk their souls with literacy and science and technology to allow us to stay pure. Our defacto White Slaves to do what we the Best of Peoples naturally cannot be expected to do. Because the 'D's are subhuman! They are! They are! They are Untermensch! Morlocks! The 'D's are the vilest of creatures! People of no morality or intelligence who cannot be allowed to run amok! Free in their bestiality! Enjoying liberty to be depraved! Willfully defying Allah! And defying us! Defying the Divine Slavery! And succeeding more than us! Upstaging us! Even conspiring to rule us with their excess of success! Such depraved willfulness must be punished! It is rebellion against Allah! Against the 'Divine Slavery'! Against Morality! And against the Ummah!

And if they had converted then again. They would have been safe. Embrace Islam and you will be safe! Then! Now! Able to enjoy the blessings of Allah. The salvation of Islam. And the blessings of the Ummah. The glorious peace of the 'Divine Slavery'. And Eurabia would have been a glorious utopia instead of this!" The suddenly jittery aide de camp waved one shaking hand at the digital map ablaze with red dots of battles and sieges and jihads and dwindling green dots of Dar ul Islamic abodes of the New Caliphate and ever increasing spaces of blackness. The black hearted Dar ul Harb Abodes were growing by the minute. "Look! Look! Another city has just gone black! No! No! No! Why are they doing this? Why are they fighting back? It is haram to fight back against the Divine Slavery! Against the Will of Allah! Why aren't the martyrs stopping this assault?"

"It was the very brutality of Dhimmitude which incited the rebellion" the senior miliary officer replied. "Then and now. It is the nature of the Islamic mind to react with amazing spite and escalating intolerance and intensifying viciousness and finally shocking brutality and cruel persecution and ultimately extermination when confronted with the enormity of Kufr. Rejection. You say if the 'D's had just surrendered. Well. The 'D's of the Southeast Levant did surrender. And over 1400 plus years they cowered as we grounded them down to a bloody pulp. All as they cowered. Begging for mercy. Paying the jizya and crawling on their bellies. And we still degraded them and terrorized them and humiliated them. We walked all over them. We stomped on them. We grinded them into the filth. We treated them figuratively and literally as shit. Najis. Sub humans. Untouchables. And ultimately we exterminated them. Every last one of them! Didn't we? Is there one Christian or Jew or Zoroastrian left alive in the Levant outside of the Rebel State of Israel? No! Islam exterminated every single 'D'. Didn't it? Didn't we?"

"But they refused to convert Sir! They rejected Islam! They rejected Allah! They rejected The Prophet! Peace be upon him! They committed Kufr! The ultimate evil! What else could we do?" the nervy aide de camp asked incredulously. "No! No! Another city has just gone black!"

"The Harbi have quietly, stealthily seized the wildernesses and then the countryside near and far. They have conspired to build up secret lairs and subterranean bastions. They have defied the moratorium and re-industrialized. They have taken back their farms and are re-modernizing their agriculture to seize control of food production. They have re-opened forbidden power plants. They have taken control of illegal fuel to power their industries and bastions. They have rebuilt forbidden telecommunications. They have rebuilt their centers of science and medicine and technology. And now they have finished encircling the cities which are our bastions and are attacking us in our unraveling strongholds" the military officer told his aide de camp. "This is the end game of Ragnarok! And global telecommunications are crumbling into incoherent shrieks! Waging a nuclear war when we are devolving might be risky even for the Drunkard of Brussels or our Beloved Leader. What if the nukes don't go off? Blow up in their silos? Or get a garbled signal and hit the Drunkard of Brussels in his subterranean bunker?"

"No! No! Allah can't let Lucifer win! Allah is on our side! We have sacrificed everything for over 1400 years! Victory was in our grasp! Allah can't let EVIL win!"

*** ***

The crudely retrofitted all terrain vehicle drove crazily over the snowy roads. The fanatic Greens raved about their future when Communism triumphed after their Islamic cannon fodder did the dirty work of killing every Harbi rebel. The heavily set man with the Roman profile stared at the deep snow tinged gold from the rays of a rare setting sun. "It was not suppose to end like this" he mused. "I sacrificed everything. My family. My reputation. Victory was in my grasp. I can't let my enemies win. I have wreaked so many lives and ordered the deaths of so many men and women I am mired in the blood! Like Macbeth. It has become a tale told by an idiot. Full of sound and fury. But signifying nothing. Yet with my back to the wall I can only go on and on and on. Slaughtering until someone finally slaughters me. It wasn't suppose to end like this..."

*** ***

"...The reality is that K genetics never voluntarily embrace the Divine Slavery of Islam" the mysterious commander told his unraveling aide de camp. "It is not the natural inclination of any K to submit to domination and degrading subjugation they see as tyranny rather than salvation. Not in the North East Hemisphere of China and South Korea and Japan which is dominated by a powerful Asian mind set immune to Islam. Not in India which has been unfinished business of Islamic conquest for 1400 years. Especially in the North West Hemisphere because of their ancient and modern Greco - Roman, Christian, Western, Libertarian inclinations.

Freedom is too inbred. Liberty is too deeply intrenched. Individuality is too deeply rooted. Democracy and meritocracy are too ingrained. Their very genetics are K. Not R. Islamic Genetics are entirely R. Not K. No wonder the Fascist and Communistic tyrannies failed accordingly. And we are failing. And despite three generations of Cultural Marxism brainwashing, the Generation Xers and half of the Yers and all of the Zers along with enough of the 68ers still rebelled against the Loki Insider Traitors working for the conquest of the Divine Slavery as well as the New World Order Globalist elitists behind the corrupt EU/UN autocracy masquerading as benign bureaucracy while actually being Quislings to the Loki Insider Traitors behind the Great Betrayal of the West.

Throughout history most K genetic people only converted to Islam under the sword or else with a pistol pointed to their brains. In the face of rape and pillage and brutalization. In the face of terrorism. Submission by force of terror. Submission by force of war. Other than the Muhdati. Ks who for whatever reason choose to embrace the Divine Slavery in defiance of their genetics. Most Ks facing the 'peace' of 'submission' to the Divine Slavery sullenly revert or pretend to convert to survive the overwhelming brutality of Dhimmitude in order to buy time against Islamic Ghazi Razzia Jihad. But the 'persuasion' of terror and violence and degradation and brutalization in the face of extermination only results in festering resentment and finally rebellion or traitorousness or else flight. The rejection becomes a grudge match. A clash of civilizations. A war. A nonstop war. A war which has been waged over 1400 years. A war we declared upon the world. A war we started. A war we have waged with every weapon but one ---- until now." He stared at the nuclear symbol on the steel case resting on his desk. "Total War. Blessed by Allah. Ordered by Mohammad in 632. Codified by the Sword Verses. The Medina Koran the blueprint. No holds bared Total War...."

*** ***

"There are the 'reverts" the gaunt English told the Irishman. "The last converts to Islam who are still alive in this shire. The Quisling collaborators who oppressed us. The village policeman who is also the self proclaimed mayor. He has guns and a radio. He would execute one of our children if we showed any sign of rebellion whatsoever."

"How many?" the Irishman asked as he pulled a spyglass out of his backpack.

"Husband. Four wives. Fourteen children. They stole our food to feed their children while starving our children" the bitter English farmer told the Irish guerilla fighter.

The Irish guerilla fighter used his old spyglass to peer inside one window. "All there! One extra? Laying the dining room table. Any slaves?"

"Two slaves. Paid with food. Spared as long as they slaved for the Quislings. They never tried once to rebel. To poison the food. Or help us."

"The other slave must be in the kitchen then! I see smoke from the kitchen fireplace! So! Our enemies are all clustered together while preparing to dine! A fitting time to kill them!" The Irishman whispered to the small boys. They laughed softly and then they nimbly climbed up onto the roof of the stone house. Then they shoved burning sticks over the fireplace vents to block the smoke soaring up and send the smoke into the stone house. They jumped down as the Irishman chuckled as he watched smoke fill the home through the spyglass. "Prepare to shoot every Quisling as they stagger out! Back door! Front door! Windows! Enjoy the pig shoot!"

"Including the children?" the English asked softly.

"Those children enjoyed the food their parents stole from your children! Every single child inside is a brainwashed jihadi! Child soldiers! The lot of them! Kill them all!..."

*** ***

"....Islam's brutal 1400 year plus waging of Total War upon the entire world is predicated on the belief that Allah will bless utter ruthlessness" the mysterious commander told his aide de camp. "That the end justifies any means. But what if Allah does not bless utter ruthlessness? What if Allah does not justify any means to achieve the end: The Peace of the entire world converted to Islam? Because if Allah does not in fact believe the end justifies any means then the evil committed to achieve conquest and rule by Islam will taint the outcome and damn us. After all. Ask yourself. If Allah was pleased with our 1400 years of nonstop brutal war and horrific jihads of unspeakable bloodthirsty carnage why hasn't he bestowed the joy of victory upon us yet? What happens if God is not actually on our side?"

"No! No! I have sacrificed all but one of my children to the cause! I am down to one sick child! One starving child! It can't be for nought! Everything we have done has been justified! Blessed! Ordered by Allah!"

"Yet Muslims remains hypocritically incredulous when others engage in the same tactics of deceit and sedition and treason and betrayal and terrorism and also degradation and brutalization which they themselves employ. Which by the way the West has rarely heretofore employed. Even during the Crusades, triggered by 400 years of genocidal Islamic war, the Faithful marveled how well the Kafir conquerors treated the conquered including the conquered Muslims. Even the so-called horrific 50 some years of post WW I colonization by the West resulted in mostly responsible rule and massive investment. Modernization. Limited democracy. Our history of over 1400 years of conquests and imperial empires and colonies were infinitely more brutal in comparison. We waged war first. We conquered first. We colonized first. Our imperial empires assaulted the West and the World first. 1400 plus years of war by Islam upon the West and the World. Muslims have waged brutal war for over 1400 years against everyone. And we started that war. The longest war in human history. And no one has waged more brutal war or more bloodthirsty jihads than us. We have even put the Communists in the shade of our carnage of millions of corpses!

Even WW I was caused by the Ottoman Turks joining the Germans to attack Europe. But for the fall of the Ottomans the colonization of the Islamic Levant, which was originally the Late Classical Hellene Christian and Jewish and Zoroastrian Levant before Islam conquered it, would not have occurred. Egypt was colonized only because Egypt and the Ottomans could not guarantee the safety of the Suez Canal. The Sudan was colonized only because the Mahdi used the Sudan to wage war upon everyone requiring defensive counter attack. A prequel to the post 9/11 Afghanistan War which America waged in retaliation of Islamic attack. And by the way Islam declared war on American merchant ships since 1776 through 1800 when President Jefferson sent the first US Navy to defeat the Jihadi Barbary Pirates and free American slaves. We waged war against America first. We waged war against the entire world first. So while we cast ourselves as victims, the real victims are victims of Islam. The Harbi West have always employed defensive war against our Global Jihad. Defensive war. Or else retaliation against Global Jihad.

Even as late as the Third Afghanistan War and the Iraq War the trigger were nonstop assaults and jihads by Muslims upon the West by us. By Islam. 2000 jihads since 9/11 alone. Muslim attacks. Islamic Terrorism. Nonstop jihad. Nonstop war since 632. The aggressor has always been us. Not the West. Not the World. Objective history confirms that the spread of Islam resulted in bloody borders and bloody neighbors. The blood and the aggression started by us. But per Islam Humanity cannot even defend themselves against Islamic assault. Per Islam there is only three options offered to Humanity in the face of nonstop Islamic War: convert to Islam, surrender to Islam, or else prepare to fight and die. That is why a dozen defensive Crusades still rankles while 1400 plus years of nonstop Islamic war is glossed over. 1400 plus years of nonstop Islamic war is halal. Reprisal or counter attack or defensive war against 1400 plus years of nonstop Islamic war is haram. And unforgivable sin. The ultimate Kufr."

"But it is!......"

There was a knock at the massive steel sliding door. The mysterious commander pushed a button and a junior officer appeared with a top secret briefcase. He deposited it on the commander's desk and marched out. Then the massive steel door slid closed. The mysterious military man declined to share the contents with his aide de camp.

"What is in the emergency debriefing briefcase Sir? Isn't that the Surtr Fiery Sword symbol Sir? Isn't that part of the mobile command center High Alert for the Final Option Sir? Is that why you have the steel case with the codes Sir?"

"And fundamentally, Islamic rule of the Unbeliever and the Infidel and the Kafir and the Shirk runs aground on the same rocks: spiteful and malicious persecution against anyone who refuses to convert" the commander continued as he declined to answer the question. "Not just surrender. Persecution against the perverse refusal to convert to the one true and legitimate religion on the face of the planet: Islam. That is why ultimately even surrendering to the authority of Islam results in poisonous relations between the sullen and increasingly degraded and brutalized Untermensch by the ruling Ubermensch of the Ummah. It is not just the relationship based on exploitation and contempt. It is not just the loathing of the 'Best of Peoples' against the 'vilest of creatures'. It is not just the disgust for the Najis committing unspeakable Kufr. It is the invariable outrage caused by rejection. The rejection of Islam as the only true and legitimate religion on the face of the planet. The rejection of the 'Divine Slavery' as the only lawful and moral authority on the face of the earth. It is the very idea of rejection...."

*** ***

".....We were trying to save the planet!" the Green fanatics ranted and raved. "It would have worked if the damn bourgeoisie had not tried to sabotage the glorious scheme of de-industrializing the entire planet! While your beautiful machine sucked every last atom of CO2 out of the atmosphere! It would have worked! How could they reject you? Us? We were trying to save the planet!..."

*** ***

The Chauffeur drove the retrofitted limousine across the receding urban devastation. Then they turned onto an eerily deserted and decayed highway. "Right! Southampton! Straight ahead!"

"What about the Calais Animals?" the Trophy Wife asked.

"Right through them!" the Chauffeur replied grimly as they drove down the spookily deserted highway. Grass growing on the decayed concrete. Everything along the empty road decayed or abandoned or else falling down. The silence creepy. The setting sun ironically blessing the emptiness which once was a busy highway of one of the richest nations of the Advanced World.

"My God" the Trophy Wife whispered. "What has happened to this place?"

"Islam happened!" the Chauffeur replied grimly.

*** ***

".....Islam's concept of itself as the only absolute authority and morality and sovereignty cannot endure being contradicted" the mysterious commander explained to his unraveling aide de camp. "The Ummah's concept of itself as the 'Best of People's , the Ubermensch, destined to dominate and rule the Najis Untermensch of the earth cannot endure being contradicted. Denied. Ridiculed. Defied. And ultimately rejected. So Muslims always lapse very quickly, prematurely, spitefully, and maliciously into persecution and brutalization and hateful, mean, petty, and cruel intolerance. Brutalization. Rape. Humiliation. Degradation. Ultimately to extermination. The world is simply not big enough for Islam and the Ummah and everyone else....."

*** ***

The bodies littered the snow as the stone house was consumed by fire. The blood of the converts to the Divine Slavery staining the snow ruby red. Including children. Small bodies littering the snow. The bitter English farmers stood silent as their illegal guns smoked. Staring at the carnage they inflected. "They always lorded over us. Behaving with such cruelty. Tormenting us. Persecuting us. Calling us Najis filthy pigs and dogs and vermin. Trying to rape our women. Trying to kill our children. Even those dead children tormented us. Sneered us. Spat on us. Called us dirty names. Lorded over us. Little bullies. Little thugs. It was not a case of one of our own pretending to convert in order to protect us. They gloried in brutalizing us. Yet that bastard was a failed farmer before he converted. He abused power as he abused us. He enjoyed abusing us. Yet once he was one of us. Before he became the self proclaimed Best of Peoples...."

*** ***

"....That is why Islam has always marched hand in hand with the Wolf Age of Garmr" the military officer told his aide de camp. "That is why Islam has always unchained not only Monstrous Garmr of Ghazi Razzia Jihad and Terrorism but the Dire Wolf Fenrir of Total War. That is why the Surtr have become infamous. That is why Islamic war has always been genocidal and Islamic conquest has always marched hand in hand with Islamic persecution and violence and brutalization and degradation and even extermination. Genocide. The destruction of whole civilizations. The Conquests of Surtr have always led to Ragnarok. The shock and awe of Total War has always counted on the horrors being so terrifying, so genocidal, the Harbi finally capitulate rather than face Ragnarok. The Total Destruction by War. But what if the shock and awe of the horrors of Total War spawns an equally implacable determination to wage Total War in return? Then instead of glorious victory you have total mutual self destruction. Ragnarok! The Destruction of Worlds!.."

*** ***

The French tanks rolled down the decayed streets of Tours. The once rich town a moldering ruin courtesy of arson, looting, lawlessness, and brutalization by millions of Muslim migrants from the Levant and Africa. Everything picked to the bone. Carcasses of burned out automobiles and buses littering the decayed roads. Sewage and garbage and the bones of the dead everywhere. Nothing intact. Everything devastated. In an eerie way Tours liked like what the Saracens wanted it to look like in 732. The Muslims had finally, belatedly achieved their goal: the destruction of Christian Tours. Tanks drove past burned out churches and vandalized monuments. But today the recent fires were mosques or else embattled strongholds of the Quislings and Loki Insider Traitors either preparing to fight to the death or else terrified of the coming revenge by the French they persecuted and tormented.

The jihadists attacking the barricades of French Rebels realized the real danger and frantically tried to pivot to confront the tanks. But that allowed the starving French behind the barricades to shoot them from behind as the tanks belched out death. One jihadist frantically struggled with a decayed shoulder missile launcher. But a sniper shot him from the roof of a decayed building. Meanwhile, French drones roared ahead as mechanical advanced scouts. Every tank roaring down every major street. Stopping only to blast away at jihadists trapped between the tanks and the rebelling French or else bastions of Quislings or Traitors. Relentlessly the tanks blasted their way toward their goal: the infamous mosque dedicated to the unfinished business of Tours 732. The jihadists barricaded inside their fortress pretending to be a place of prayer heard the roar of war as it came closer and closer.

"Our mosques are our barracks!" the cleric screamed. "Our domes are our helmets! Our minarets are our missiles! And the Call of the Faithful is the call to battle! Everyone of us who dies this day dies a martyr! Bring out the hostages!" the mosque cleric shouted. "The Najis filthy Kafirs won't fire on captive women and children!..."

*** ***

"But we cannot declare peace Sir!" the nervy aide de camp cried. " Or build our Caliphate on meritocracy or gracious tolerance or equality or pluralism with non Muslims. All of which are alien to Islam. The only way to achieve that would be by rejecting the Divine Sharia and introducing secular law and democracy. Both are haram. Such things would demote us from the Best of Peoples destined to dominate and rule the world to mere equals with Najis. It would pollute us with Jahiliyyah. It would besmirch us with Shirk. It would befoul us with Kufr. It would turn the Ummah from the Dominators to the .... well ....... we could not dominate and rule then!

It would violate the Medina Koran and the Hadith and the Sira. It would violate everything The Prophet, peace be upon him, commanded" the aide de camp replied unnerved. "We are ordered to show infinite mercy toward our own and infinite harshness to the enemies of Islam! The Koran! 'It is He who has sent His Messenger with guidance and the only Religion of Truth and will make us dominate all other religions!' The Koran. 'And never will Allah grant to the Unbelievers a way to triumph over the Believers!' The Koran! The only reason why we are allowed to spare the Infidels is if they surrender to our domination and debase themselves under our slippers! To enrich us! The Koran! Brotherhood and gracious tolerance and infinite forgiveness are reserved only for the Ummah. 'Embrace Islam and you will be safe!' the Prophet's declaration of war upon the world! You know that Sir! Don't you?..." One hand involuntarily felt inside the pocket of his uniform where the ration cards pressed against his pounding heart.... "Don't you?....." Then the fax machine beeped as the Morlocks blasted away deep underneath them. The Muhtadi convert sat on the desk right by the nuclear codes and protocols as he smiled his most suave smile in reply.

*** ***

The starving English stared at the carnage they inflicted. The corpses staining the snow with blood. "Why do converts to Islam always end up being the most fanatic?"

"Power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely" the Irishman replied. "Power goes to the head of any failure who thinks he is now become the new Ubermensch Best of Peoples. The new superman! It is Islamo-fascism. It is Islamic Nazism."

"That is what they always called us as they executed our own children to prevent insurrection" the English said bitterly. "Those bastards gloried in degrading us! Those little kids the most of all!..."

*** ***

The tanks converged on their target as jihadists tied raped and bleeding French women and children to the poles which held up crudely improvised razor wire along the wall of the mosque. The drones buzzed overhead as the tanks converged. Behind the tanks French rebels with every sort of improvised weapon ran along the streets. Then everyone converged at the obscenely gaudy mosque. The shouts of the French rebels stopped as everyone stared at the sight of French women and children, bloody. Beaten. Tortured. Obviously raped. Unspeakably brutalized. Bound to posts and entrapped in razor wire. Jihadists holding guns to their backs. Bloody faces staring mournfully out as the hostages tried to see their husbands or sons or brothers of fathers. Twenty eight hostages staring as tears dripped down their bloody faces.

"No one is innocent who rebels against Islam!" one jihadist shouted. "No one is innocent who aids and abets rebellion against the Divine Slavery! Surrender or these Najis filthy Kafir whores will die! And your children! The little pigs! You will hear them squeal when we machine gun them to death!" the cleric shouted through a crack in the door of the mosque.

The French rebels stared at their mothers. Their sisters. Their wives. Their children. Tears dripping down faces. The drones buzzed overhead as if hornets. But it was a stalemate. This time the Sons of Martel had not gotten to the hostages first....

*** ***

"....Only the Ummah is fully human Sir!" the aide de camp shouted. "Only the Ummah is the Ubermensch! Blessed by Allah! Destined to rule the world! How can any Najis filthy, evil, vile, disgusting creature who has committed Kufr or Shirk even be tolerated? Even as a Najis Untermensch? Much less a human being? They are not even deemed to be innocent Sir! Much less treated as an equal! Did not the great Sirhindi say that 'Kufr and Islam are opposed to each other. The progress of the one is possible only at the expense of the other and co-existence between these two contradictory faiths is unthinkable. The honor of Islam lies in insulting the Kufr and the Kafirs. One who respects Kafirs dishonors the Muslims. ....They should be kept at an arm's reach like Najis dogs.'

Even the Prophet, peace be upon him, declared all Kafirs who have committed Kufr to be the 'vilest of animals.' Najis no less than pigs and dogs and apes and monkeys. 'Donkeys laden with books.' A people of 'gross error' and 'no intelligence' and 'no morality'. Sub human monsters. Beasts. 'Do not take the Christians and Jews as your friends!' the Koran commands! They are to be hated! To be beheaded! To be tortured! To be deceived! To be exploited! To be attacked! To be chopped up! To be enslaved! To be slaughtered! The Prophet, peace be upon him, said so! And 'The real purpose of levying the jizya on them' as the Great Sirhindi so beautifully explained, 'is to humiliate them to such an extent that, on account of fear of jizya, they any not be able to dress well and to live in grandeur. They should constantly remain terrified and trembling. It is intended to hold them under contempt and to uphold the honor and might of Islam.'!....."

*** ***

"....If you will surrender the captives to us we will allow you to retreat out of Tours and run for your lives!" the French tank commander shouted.

"Surrender to the peace of submission to the Divine Slavery or else these pigs and dogs will die!" the cleric screamed through a crack in the door of the mosque.

"Sir" the aide de camp whispered to the tank commander. "The drones confirm the mosque is piled high with ammo. It is all over the place! The crazy buggers! The place is a powder keg! Ready to explode...."

*** ***

"....They held us in such contempt!" the gaunt English farmers told the Irish insurgent. "They use jizya to ground us down to beggary! They even suggested we sell our own children to them to be slaves! We starved rather than hand our children over! So they tried Devshirme! The culling of our children! We hid our children in the forests and dug little graves to pretend they died in order to save them! Our own children from those ......animals!" One English farmer spat on the corpses. "Let them rot here! And let wild animals devour them! Let wild pigs devour them! Go to Hell you damn bastards! Go to Hell! For you have made England Hell of Earth!..."

*** ***

"And it is exactly that attitude which Islam has displayed since the exile to Medina which has caused every Islamic empire and colony and conquest to alienate and brutalize and tyrannize" the commander told his aide de camp as he sat on his desk beside the nuclear codes and protocols. "Ultimately inciting rebellion. War. A grudge match to the death. One or the other. Because both cannot mutually survive" the commander added. "The West forgot the extent of the horrors of the original Islamic assaults waged upon it. Being idealists they assumed the leopard was able to change its spots. That Islam could ---- would ---- change. Evolve. Civilize. Humanitize...."

*** ***

"...What sort of religion kills children?" the tank commander shouted. "What sort of god orders his faithful to butcher and slaughter and rape and molest and torture even women and children?"

In reply some of the jihadists stacked explosives around the hostages. Laughing sadistically. "We will die martyrs and see Paradise! Those squealing little pigs and whores will see hell!" the cleric screamed. "Convert! Submit! Or else prepare to watch your women and children die!" the cleric screamed through the door of the mosque....

*** ***

".... But the extermination of the last Christians in the Islamic Levant and the renewed extermination of the non Muslims in Malaydonesia as well as the shockingly brutal conquest of Europe has disillusioned even the most deluded of useful idiots" the mysterious commander explained. "This time the West ---- and the East ----- will fight back. To the death. This time the entire world will fight back. To the death. For the world in the face of a Grand Solar Minimum iced over with Volcanic winter and apparently no less than an approaching Little Ice Age of all things, is no longer big enough for Islam and everyone else. During Grand Solar Minimums luxuries like tolerance or graciousness or civility or sharing ceases. It becomes survival of the fittest and most ruthless. That is why this war, WW III, is the last act of the 'Clash of Civilizations'. This is the Countdown to Ragnarok!...."

*** ***

The captives savored the last desperate look at their kindred. Then one by one they struggled in the entangled wire as if trying to escape. Or else kill themselves. All to force the jihadists to shoot them. One ignited the explosives. Then another. Then another. Flesh and blood raining down. At the same moment the tank commander gestured and an assault drone ignited the piles of ammo stacked carelessly inside .....

*** ***

"....But we are winning!" the aide de camp cried. "Despite the ice and snow of this dreadful Little Ice Age in this damnable Northern Hemisphere! Despite Global Drought in our own Hemisphere! See the map Sir! Our World Jihad covers the map of the world Sir! We have to be winning!"

"Are we?" his boss replied cryptically. "Winning...?"

*** ***

"....But are we winning?" a prematurely aged red haired guerrilla fighter asked his consort. They stood watching the ruddy sunset in a deep bastion in the subterranean depths courtesy of a crude camera obscura periscope which projected the lost beauty of a sunset on a table. In reply the heavily armored woman pushed the piles of maps to one side to allow the lost beauty of the illusive sunset to shimmer on the pale table as if an optical illusion — which in a sense it was. The woman wore her heavily retrofitted industrial armor as if a second skin and also strange metal goggles which concealed most of her face, only allowing some little of her dusky skin to show. Some of the ghostly summering reds of the projected sunset highlighted one side of her face revealing acid scars. She moved around the table to admire the simmering vision of a sunset from a different angle. Her consort, the red haired guerrilla fighter was more simply dressed in camouflage adored with that tiny leek. One gloved hand stroked her tightly clinched back. "But are we winning?"

"It depends how one defines 'winning' dearest" the battle maiden replied in a lilting Anglo Indian voice.

The prematurely aging man gently reached over and clasped one gloved hand. "You know I still love you my beloved. Regardless."

"You love the face you remember dearest" the battle maiden replied. "It is not the face I have now...."

*** ***

The obscenity once known as the mosque of Tours blew up in a gigantic explosion as the French rebels ducked behind the massive shields of the tanks. Flesh and blood and shrapnel and pulverized concrete filling the air. Then there was a terrible silence only broken by the buzz of drones. The French rebels could not even weep. The tank commander flinched. Then he grimaced before struggling to speak. "Spread out! We have to secure the town and make absolutely sure no Mo is left alive!...."

*** ***

Inside the deep military bastion the aide de camp was shaken. "Well the map is not exactly proclamation of Islamic triumph" he confessed to the mysterious commander as nervy fingers felt the ration cards inside his tunic which now compromised him. "I cede you the ground that the black spaces appear to be ......growing...." He gestured Canada. "And the Canadian rebels blew up or else set fire to the glacier besieged cities while sabotaging every single machine or factory they could not dismantle and haul away" the nervy aide de camp retorted. "With an unexpected ruthlessness ..... viciousness we did not anticipate ...... which the mysterious flesh eating plague is .... well. ..... And it is odd the Canadian Rebels appear immune to the plague mutations and ...... the other contagious diseases .....

.....And they are building underground bastions as they blow up everything the Canadian Sultanate needs to survive. And after they assassinated the Caliph Trudeau so brutally too! So horribly! To die like that! The fiends! And they control the air after winning the Drone Wars. So their solar and wind power generation farms on the glacier surface are supplying them with power for their underground bastions. And they use the temperature change of the glaciers to power sterling engines. And everything is recycled I hear. Bio fuel. Fish farms which fertilize hydro agriculture. And pigs to recycle methane for bio fuel. And robots on the surface. So they can stay deep underground. Shielded by ice and snow. Beyond our reach."

"K Survivalists have been plotting how to survive Global Warming for decades now" the mysterious military commander replied. "Ks were never seduced by the religion of global warming. They realized the drop of sun spot activity of the sun as well as the drop of solar winds and solar radiation predicted of all things a Little Ice Age. And the volcanic cataclysm in Mexico and South America and Malaydonesia did not help us. Instead, it helped them. It fed the clouds which has generated such terrible storms and rain and snow tinged with sulfur. It created nuclear winters. Years without summers. Therefore famines all over the world. Not just in the most afflicted of the Northern Hemisphere.

It spread the misery south to our own strongholds which were already grossly over populated Third World failed states depended on the largesse of Western wheat. The Ks simply modified the survivalist blueprint to also feature surviving Islam. Surviving the Death of Yggdrasil the Tree of Life. Even surviving Ragnarok. After all! It is what the Ks do best! React to facts instead of faith. React with the brain instead of emotion. Refuse to obey blind faith of any 'consensus' or authoritarian declaration. Suspect the UN and EU and even their governments. Absolutely distrust any big government or totalitarian monstrosity. Question and doubt and plot. Compute every disaster scenario and plan a counter scheme to survive. Defy authorities. And conspire to save themselves and their precious children. And the best Ks were the Canadian descendants of Europeans and the Chinese who did not flee back to China. Very high IQs in comparison to .....us. Not one R migrant worked you know. Most were illiterate. Inbred. Untrained. Content to suck the teats of the dole like Eloi. Unlike the ....Ks. The Morlocks."

"The rumors of Ragnarokkr Survivalist Strongholds Sir? Surely they are myths? They must be myths! If we have the Harbi all but on their knees then how can they burrow so deeply underground that they can survive glaciers and our jihads and even .....Ragnarnok? They can't! Surely. Can they?.....Sir?...."

*** ***

The eccentric lord made another perimeter patrol with his shot gun. Snow flurries alternating with the brilliant sunset whirling over the surface of the large Ragnarokkr survival dome which incredibly shielded the old manor house and Edwardian greenhouse along with part of old garden grounds and a water well. Tucked into the older infrastructure was a new greenhouse along with a diverse power generators.

He checked the power house attached to the vertical greenhouse to monitor the power levels. Then he walked through the vertical greenhouse where shelves of plants were scientifically fed water by drip irrigation as water pumps made bubbling sounds. He checked each hybrid plant. Then the fruit trees. The vines of berries and climbing tomatoes along one wall. Then he checked the fish -hydro ponds where floating plants plunged roots into the water fed by the fish. He checked one plant to monitor its rate of growth. "I think tomorrow you can be harvested for luncheon salad. A fish ration. With tomatoes and demi-cukes and fresh berries I think! To surprise the house guests. MREs really must be alternated with some fresh food!" The aristocrat surveyed his Ragnarokkr bastion with pride. Then he dimmed the lights to flickering LED levels and closed the door behind him. He walked along the outermost parameter to make sure no cunning breach had been created. Then he unleashed his guard dogs.

"I never tell my house guests the enemies of Science are still hunting them. The Prophet of Doom wants another bonfire. Like Nero which he looks eerily resembles, he wants human torches to illuminate his entertainments And who needs fossil fuels if you can burn human beings?..."

*** ***

"......Alas, it is the kind of mind set which The Faithful lack" the mysterious commander told his aide de camp. "I call it the R - Eloi Mindset. The Faithful trust to Allah. Allah willing. So they do not draw up endless blueprints of alternative scenarios and anti-utopian disaster visions such as the Western Ks do so obsessively compulsively. The same way The Faithful do not use insurance or obsessively clean their weaponry or attach guidance radar to their missiles. Saying 'Allah willing'. They never look beyond the horizon of the immediate now. Curiously passive. Fatalistic. Even infantile. Like rabbits cavorting in clover oblivious to the approaching winter or predators. They assume warm summer and plenty would always exist. They assume the dole would always exist for them to suckle on. They assume the Morlocks would always toil away to support them as they lounge in their pleasure domes. They assume they would never have to work and every freebie would shower down upon them. And if things turn dire they assume the miracle will happen. Allah will save them. The Commanding Heights of the 'Divine Slavery' will made all of the decisions for them. Take care of them. Think for them. So they wallow in plenty and enjoy the moment and procreate recklessly. The R - Eloi Mindset.

In comparison, the K - Morlocks always plot and plan as obsessively as they New & Improve. They have the predator mind set. Enterprising. Entrepreneurial. Focused. Relentless. Determined. Implacable. Not the prey mind set. Passive. Helpless. The perpetual victim. The Ks never take anything for granted. They anticipate for winter and disaster. They have been plotting and planning since before the Millennial. They have burrowed deeply underground and ...." At that moment there was another terrifying rumble from deep underground. "The Morlocks are burrowing my dear chap. And it is the Morlock Mind set to burrow very deeply into the subterranean bedrock to survive no matter what happens to the decaying pleasure domes under which we Eloi dwell so obvious to the shattered glass leaking polluted rain water. Just wait until something infinitely worse leaks in."

"The Envenom of Jormungandr Sir? The Harbi surely won't do that. Will they?"

"Who has the Fiery Sword of Surtr? We do" the mysterious commander said as he sat on the desk beside the nuclear codes and protocols. "But so do the Morlocks! So the Morlocks burrow deep. Deep my dear chap. Deeper and deeper and deeper..." Another deep rumble shook the underground bunker. "Very deep underneath us. Alas. Because it is the nature of Muslims to obsessively compulsively look to the past instead of obsessively compulsively planning to survive the future. Obsessively compulsively pouring over the Sacred Texts. That is our obsession. That and procreating recklessly while inbreeding even more recklessly while squandering opportunities while living for the moment. That is what our Beloved Leader and our Divine Leaders are doing.

Obsessively compulsively pouring over the quotes of the Four Caliphs and the Divine Leaders throughout history. Obsessively compulsively issuing byzantine fatwas. And the faithful clutch fatwas to their chests as if clutching that little red book of Mao. Except it is the little green book of Mohammad. Islam is a cult. No wonder the converts become nutters. Islam is fixated with micro managing every moment of the lives of its believers. The future is theoretical. Inshallah. If Allah wills it. The past is all consuming. A Muslim spends his entire life looking backward.

Western Ks on the other hand obsessively compulsively micro manage present and future events through endless scenarios and plans and counter plans and schemes and machinations and stratagems. They aggressively take control of circumstances. Willful, responsible for themselves, not content to pray for a miracle or wait for Allah they take command of their fate. So The Faithful looked no farther than the Triumph of Islam: Eurabia. Allah willing Eurabia will be an utopia. Infinite pleasure domes under which we lounge in infinite luxuries as Allah and our Beloved Leader and Divine Leaders and faceless bureaucrats with fingers in the till and the tithe box pretend to take care of us Eloi. On the other hand the Islamopragmatists and Islamophobes and Western survivalists and the undiluted and unapologetic Alt Right Deplorables along with genuine Scientists and Atheists and Agnostics and Jews and robust Christians and Freemasons and Identitarians and non Green and non Black Bloc Anarchists and Generation Xers and Zers looked beyond the Triumph of Islam to plot how to survive Eurabia. Survive us. Survive Ragnarok....."

*** ***

The grim tank commander set up a command center in the ruins of a burned down church as he monitored the precise securing of Tours. Systematically hunting down the last concealed Eloi. Using the intel of the French rebels to shoot every Quisling collaborator and convert as well. "We have to hunt down every Mo before dusk to make sure we are not facing any counterattack. Set up scouts along the roads. Where is the Mo communications center?"

"So they won't know we have taken Tours Sir?"

"To make sure the Mos know we have taken Tours and blown up their holy mosque celebrating the completion of the unfinished business of conquering France. Symbols my dear Jacques! Symbols! As when Martel turned aside the divinely appointed victory in 732! We must make the enemy lose faith in this divinely appointed victory! WW III ends today without Allah smiling!...."

*** ***

"....But why are the damn Kafirs safe from the flesh eating plague mutations which are devouring us? And all of the infamous old contagions? And the Canadian Harbi are even erecting massive glass domes Sir. As if something on Mars. Except it is the Last Reaches of the Snow Flows. And most of the Canadian Army and Reserves mutinied. They refused to shoot at their fellow Canadians even on the direct orders of Sultan Trudeau. I declare Sir. I think they only pretended to be fooled by Trudeau The Secret Revert." The thin aide de camp shook his head with shaky disapproval. " I do declare Sir the Canadians were deceitfully plotting for years to rebel against Allah Sir. Everyone thought them so bland. So docile. Like sheep. But they are the very worst incarnations of Kufr. Even worse than the Chinese immigrants! Not even the pugnacious Americans can trump them for Kufr. Their bland two face Canadian deceit against Allah!"

"Tit for tat. Massacre for massacre. Genocide for genocide. For is not our boast of the Great Displacement to achieve the Great Replacement nothing short of genocide? The deliberate extinction and/or extermination of the Canadian People? By us? The invasive species being us? The Canadian War is coming very quickly to a violent conclusion" the senior military officer replied dryly as he gestured to the digital screen showing the dire progress of the Canadian Jihad. "It is amazing how well they are exploiting the glaciers ....." Suddenly the antiquate fax machine beeped a small flashing light. The mysterious commander casually strolled over to the fax and pulled out a message. He read it and then burned it in his trash can. Then he typed a quick reply into the crudely retrofitted teletype attached to the fax machine and sent it off.

"Sir? Who is faxing you Sir?"

"Deceit for deceit" the senior military commander told his aide de camp in a non reply. "Betrayal for betrayal. Reprisal for reprisal. Beheading for beheading. Burning alive for burning alive. Genocide for genocide. Extermination for extermination? Isn't that Sharia after all? An eye for an eye? And after all. The Ultimatum of the Sword Verses make it very clear there are only three options for the Infidel and the Unbeliever and the Kafir and the Shirk. Convert to Islam. Surrender to Islam. Or else prepare to fight and die. The Canadian Rebels are simply using the third option. We gave them no other.

There is an old military rule called the Golden Bridge. Always offer the enemy a route to escape or else be prepared for a suicidal last stand. We offered the enemy no golden bridge of escape. Absolutely not co-existence. Positively not peace. And most of humanity do not define 'peace' as submission to the Divine Slavery. Absolutely no K does. So now we are fighting suicidal last stands all over the...." The massive screen suddenly gyrated and then flickered. Both men gasped. Then the digital numbers resumed their flow of intel across half of the dark map of the world.

"They could have converted Sir! Or surrendered! Look! Look! Tours! Tours! No! No! Not Tours! Not Tours! No! No! What sort of hell bound deviant would determinately and deviously commit such damnable Kufr? To betray God? To betray Allah? To push the war to the Final Option? The Fiery Sword of Surtr? To possibly even Ragnarok? Sir! Sir! The fiends can't be plotting to bomb Mecca can they? Not Mecca! We should have blown up the Vatican!"

"The Vatican is a besieged fortress manned by insanely determined Swiss Guards despite the caked blood dripping down the walls of the Sistine Chapel."

"We killed their damn replacement pope!"

"Precisely!" the mysterious commander replied. "So the Swiss Guards with all of their ultra modern weaponry will fight on per their contract until a new pope is ever picked. But as almost no upper echelon Catholics survived the Vatican Massacre there is no one to command them to stop fighting. Swiss! The clockwork people! Like Switzerland. still unconquered. Controlling every crucial Alps pass. Entirely self sufficient despite the glaciers. Burrowed deep inside every mountain. And massacring us."

"Not Mecca! Not Mecca! The Jews probably have a nuke aimed at it! The fiends! Why aren't we winning Sir? Allah promised us! The Prophet, peace be upon him, promised us we would win and be the masters of the world!" The unraveling aide de camp stared at black spot which once was occupied Tours. "Not Tours! Not Tours!...."

"...But being K genetic Kafirs they would of course commit Kufr up to and quite possibly including targeting Mecca if we target the Vatican. Or use the Surtr Fiery Sword on any of their bastions. A quid pro quo for mutual self destruction" the senior military officer replied dryly as he watched that fax burn in his trash can. "Conquering and then ethnically cleansing Medieval Arabia of all Kufr was one thing but realistically, there is simply no way to wage war upon the entire world. No conqueror, not even Alexander The Great or Ancient Rome or Napoleon or Hitler or Attila the Hun or the Moguls or the Mughals or the First Caliphate of the Ottomans or the Ancient and Islamic Persian Empires or the Arabic Empires could ever achieve it. No ego or ideology or cult or religion has ever achieved it. World conquest. World subjugation. World domination. Ash and cinder" he said as he surveyed the contents of the trash can. "Nought but ash and cinder. As soon we might be. As the entire world might soon be...."

*** ***

The funny little man scurried among stacks of computers in his lair. His little dog barking as it trailed behind him. "Shutting down so much of the remaining telecommunications is a dangerous gambit! MIMIR is antsy my precious!" he told his little dog. "It is computing if the Snooty Rooster will crow! The Black Crow of Ragnarok! Gotterdammerung! Gotterdammerung! Ash and cinder then my precious! We will all be ash and cinder then! Unless the Night Watchman alerts us with his Gjallarhorn! We will all be ash and cinder then...."

*** ***

"....Why are the Harbi so definitely ....well....?" the nervy aide de camp asked his commander. "Why are the damn Harbi so perversely determined to fight and die for such a thing? Freedom? Liberty? Godless man made laws of utter worthlessness? And after our Beloved Leader declared that 'Democracy, freedom, rule of law.... For us these words have absolutely no value any longer.'"

"Because religiously the Sword Verses command world conquest by us and therefore compel rebellion against our world conquest by everyone else" the mysterious commander replied as he typed out a teletype fax and shot it off. Then he smiled. "But of course militarily, the Sword Verses are physically impossible to achieve. No matter how implacable the Dire Wolf Fenrir is or how much we unleash the Dogs of War of Garmr. Or even wave the threat of Fiery Sword of Surtr." He gestured to the nuclear codes and protocols. "Wage Total War. End World War Three with thermonuclear war. Which we are preparing as I debrief you. The Islamic Ultimatum is not an achievable military goal ---- in the long run. No Islamic conqueror or imperial empire or sultan or caliph or emperor or mahdi has ever achieved it because it is militarily impossible." He gestured to the black spot which once was Tours.

"At best it is a stalemate" the mysterious commander told his unraveling aide de camp. "At worse it is Ragnarok. The Clash of Civilizations played out as the Destruction of Worlds. Maybe even the Destruction of the Planet Earth. Possibly that is why Allah choose to remain silent when The Prophet, PBUH, accepted that invitation to dine on poisoned mutton. Because Mohammad had just sent forth his ultimatum to Christian Rome and Zoroastrian Persia '.....embrace Islam and you will be safe'. But realistically Mohammad could never have achieved his goal of conquering the world for Allah and Islam. So perhaps Allah allowed The Prophet to die rather than be humiliated and therefore allow Islam to be discredited."

"But within one hundred years Islam almost did conquer the world for Allah! The First Wolf Age almost ended gloriously for us! For a moment on Oct 10th of 732 Islam stood poised to conquer the entire world! " the aide de camp cried. "And for a moment on 9/11 we were again posed to conquer the entire world! What was that fax Sir?"

"Nothing important. But we must be secure. Not even the Jews or the Freemasons can spy on teletype faxes. It is the very nature of antiquate technology which is so intriguing." The senior military man watched the paper burn. "No. Islam blooded huge chunks of the world for Allah ....for a while. But no Islamic conqueror or imperial empire could hold on to any conquest for any length of time except for small nawab principalities and sultanates and piece meat nations. The South East Levant. Pakistan and Bangladesh. Malaydonesia. But no Islamic Empire such as the West achieved. The longest running was the First Ottoman Caliphate but it too imploded. And the 'Sick Man of Europe' is still the 'Sick Man' even if the New Caliphate now rules Europe ---- more or less. Increasingly less. Oh look! Another city has just gone black. The dogs of war are definitely being unleashed. Helter-skelter. Interesting. I would have thought they would have timed the assaults to launch at once. Interesting.

Too many people rebelled" the mysterious Muhtadi declared as he waved one hand at the flickering computer screen. Only half of which was now operating. Crucial intel now missing. "Not enough people converted. Too many declined the charms of Islamic rule. And too many Muslims fought against each other. And even the converted failed to see the promise of paradise on earth. The promise of Islamic utopia has never become manifested. Islam has always ruled Third World failed states when every religion except Islam has always ruled the remains of the Northern Hemisphere Advanced World. Even the fabled Oil Kingdoms proved to be shams. Failure has dogged Islam. Why is that?

Maybe the conquerors for Allah should have asked themselves why so many people chose to rebel. Maybe the imperial empire builders and theocratic divine leaders and dictatorial rulers and arbitrary emperors and divine leaders representing Allah and the Triumph of Islam should ask themselves why Islamic utopia has never become manifested. Only Third World failed states have ever been the result of the 'Divine Slavery'."

"Sir. You speak as if a...."

"Behold the map of the world" the mysterious military officer replied as he diverted his attention away from the ashes to the large digital map. It fluttered. The screen suddenly black. Both men gasped. Then the digital map flickered back on. But more crucial intel was now missing. "Devolving! Devolving!" The mysterious commander checked the readings on a small machine. "More volcanic activity interrupting our few remaining satellites. Magnetic gyrations and Cosmic Rays are corroding our unraveling telecommunications. Waging Global Jihad without computers will be interesting if the volcanic ash befouling not only our atmosphere but our stratosphere along with Birkeland Currents and Cosmic Radiation from gyrating magnetic shields continue to interfere with satellite reception. Not that we have many satellites left. The magnetic shield of the poles is imploding. How much of this map is green? And how much is bloody red? Or else brooding black? Or ice and snow? And how well is the glorious World Jihad going? Is Allah smiling? Is All ...." Suddenly there was a terrible rumble. The massive bastion vibrated. Then waves of rumbles receded. "I think we have just lost the suburbs."

"But we have always kept the South East part of the Levant Sir" the aide de camp cried. "And part of Africa. And part of the...."

"..... And how well did the conquests turn out for the people involved?" the mysterious military officer asked rhetorically. "When the Crusader West existed in all of its haram splendor where did people flee toward? The haram Harbi West? Or the halal Islamic World? And even now. Where do the deluded flee toward? Memories of Lost Europe? Memories of Lost Canada? Memories of Lost America? Or the Epicenter of the Triumph of Islam? The Islamic Levant?" The red telephone rang. The military officer picked it up. After a muffled one way conversation the military officer replied "Yes Sir. Yes. Yes. Indeed. The Suburbs have been lost. It is just a matter of time. As I warned you.

In roughly two days the Harbi Moles will reach the subterranean depths of our last remaining power reserves Sir? Sir? Oh? Yes indeed Sir. Those damn..... Morlocks. Indeed Sir. Then this bastion will be militarily compromised. We are running out of time Sir. Sir? Miracles? Of course Sir. In theory miracles do exist Sir. But I have never personally experienced one Sir. Sir? The Final Option? The Surtr Option? The Fiery Sword of Surtr? The Envenom of Jormungandr to crush the Warriors of Thor and the Sons of Freyr? To irradiate the Northern Alliance of Odin? The whole of Europa staggering nine steps only to topple into the Medina Trench of thermonuclear war? Of course Sir. That is a miracle of a sort Sir.

Not even the Norse god Thor could stagger more than nine steps so the Warriors of Thor will probably not even be able to stagger more than two steps. And if the Fiery Sword of Surtr cleaved Freyr in twain then the Fiery Nuclear Sword of Surtr should cleave the Sons of Freyr into ash and cinder. But how many steps will we be able to.... Of course Sir. Miracles Sir. Of course Sir. Allah will protect his own Sir. Of course Sir. I remain here on call 24/7 Sir. Yes! Sir!" The officer placed the red telephone back into its cradle and looked ironically at his aide de camp. "My dear fellow. Do by all means locate a miracle on the computerized map for me. That is a good chap."

"But Allah is on our side Sir" the aide de camp all but wailed. "Allah commanded his Prophet, Peace be upon him, to conquer the world for Allah Sir. To conquer and dominate the world for Islam Sir. It is the Divine Mission Sir. It is the peace of Submission Sir. It is the Manifest Destiny of Islam to dominate and rule the...."

*** ***

Wild animals crept up to the bloody corpses of the butchered reverts. They sniffed the blood. Then their small sharp teeth commenced tearing the flesh to pieces....

*** ***

"....The only thing the Islamic ultimatum has achieved is this: the bounty of golden harvests of Canada and America failed to materialize to feed the starving over population of the ecologically devastated Islamic Levant and Muslim Africa" his boss replied. "We chose to radiate Russia so its wheat harvests are glowing in the dark. China and India needless to say are not sharing the fruits of their mostly ice frozen wheat regions with us. The Northern Hemisphere is on the glacier ropes but our own ecology has already totally collapsed. Our crops had completely failed. Famine and disease are out of control. And for some reason the conquered choose to burn their farms rather than toil as slaves for the Greater Good of the Ummah and the Triumph of Allah. The Morlocks appear to be declining to do their jobs as Morlocks to serve us. The Eloi. I can't imagine why!...."

*** ***

The heavily retrofitted limousine roared down the abandoned highway. "Where is everyone?" the Trophy Wife asked the Chauffeur. "It is as if the whole of Kent is abandoned? Once the richest shire of England! As if a scene out of the Twilight Zone!..."

*** ***

"....And the failure to conquer Shirk India and the destruction rather than the conquest of Buddhist Burma and Cambodia only destroyed the 'Rice Bowls' ----- half of which are now flooded. The infrastructure totally destroyed" the military officer told his unraveling aide de camp. "So the billions of Malays and Indonesians and Bangladeshi are starving in their devastated homelands which are devastated by earthquakes and volcanic eruptions and tsunamis as well as inundated by the repercussions of volcanic winters, befouled atmosphere, reckless erosion from poor farming by too many crude farmers, ecological collapse, world wide famine, out of control plagues, industrial pollution, and gross overpopulation. All as the Northern Hemispheres which they depended upon to survive ice up. Go figure! And meanwhile the Islamic Levant also starves as Islamic Africa implodes into tribal wars. Monsoons erratic and droughts escalating. Acute cold in the North driving heat south while feeding terrible storms of unforgiving destructiveness. So we are going hungry. Even we. And we are the highest rank of the military. The 'Best of the Best of Peoples'. And even we are going hungry.

And the Muslim African Wars to conquer the Shirk Pagans and Kafir Christians there have also floundered among the ecological devastation as the Dogs of War of Garmr herald not Nike Victory but rather the arrival of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse! War! Famine! Pestilence! And Death!" The massive screens suddenly flickered. The mysterious commander checked the volcanic ash readings and then pounded his curiously retrofitted command pod. The massive screens flickered. Then the oddly retrofitted digital screen resumed its massive cloud of intel. Numbers erupted across the screen. But the numbers were now only partial and were anything but reassuring.

The mysterious commander grimaced. "Malmo is flickering. Actually I am surprised there still is a Malmo! It has been encircled for decades by razor wire and machine gun totting Morlocks. The violent Eloi trapped in a ghetto which has become their Medina Trench. Ice and snow and razor wire and machine guns. No electricity. No food. No water except ice and snow. The only way there still might be jihadists trapped in frozen Malmo is if they have turned cannibal. Who would have thought the Beta Swedes would have found their inner Vikings?"

"It could just be the power sources Sir!" the aide de camp cried.

The commander picked up his black curiously retrofitted telephone and barked into it. Then he nodded and slammed it down. The oddly retrofitted screen flashed more outbursts of intel across the digital map. "The Enemy is still a quarter of a mile away from our last remaining power source" he told his aide de camp. "The damn moles are mining their way toward us so it is just a matter of time. I think three days is the best we can hope for. Two days might be more realistic. Our mines are not stopping them and they are sending false intel to confuse our sonar. Phantom underground attacks from every direction obscure their real tunneling.

Malmo is flickering because it is besieged. To be exact it is surrendered by ice, snow, razor wire, machine guns, and fire. A human incinerator burning every Muslim alive. While jihadists might survive courtesy of cannibalism they cannot survive fire. What goes around comes around. Muslim migrants used to burn expensive Swedish owned automobiles and burn down their expensive migrant centers and burn down expensive Swedish libraries and burn down expensive Swedish parks and burn down expensive Swedish national monuments for the sport of it. Now Muslim migrant jihadists are being burned alive by the Swedish Harbi. And fire has ceased to be fun...."

*** ***

The mysterious military man and his consort stood before a computer in the depths of their underground bastion deep under an occupied city. The greying red haired man surveyed the computerized map of the world. Then he turned to a computerized map of London. His consort stood beside as if Britannia in full, if improvised, armor. Her helmet with a visor to conceal her scarred face. Then a Sikh general came up. "As you can see Your Majesty, we are moving our units into the final position pending the Chimes tolling at Midnight."

"Anne radioed that the White Boars interceded an advanced scout" the military man asked the Sikh general. "Who died trying to radio the enemy."

"Our Knockers report that their eavesdropping microphones have not picked up any evidenced of communications. MIMIR shut down as much of their telecommunications as he could. The enemy are still oblivious Your Majesty!"

"Good! Good!" the aging man but newly crowned king replied. "But will the premature push by the German Rebels and French Resistence imperil our plans? That is the question of the midnight hour!..."

*** ***

"...The Beloved Leader and the Divine Leaders did not think their glorious fourteen hundred year plus search for victory over the hated Crusader West would end like this" the aide de camp said softly. "Pyrrhic. Surely Allah is on our side? Haven't we sacrificed everything for Allah's Divine Cause? The Manifest Destiny to....." Malmo flickered. Then it suddenly went black. Both military men inhaled sharply. Then Malmo flickered and resumed its gyrating presence on the digital screen. Both men exhaled slowly. "No one else in the history of Mankind has waged a longer war. With more devotion. And for less...."

"Reward?" the military officer asked ironically. "Why did everyone presume the end game after a fourteen hundred plus year World Jihad would be golden?" "Utopian? Utopias rarely follow world wars. The Dogs of War of Garmr rarely leave anyone or anything intact. And the Dire Wolfe Fenrir devours everyone and everything down to the bone of the carcass. Ghazi Razzia and Terrorism tends to destroy. Total War tends to destroy totally. WW III is definitely destroying ---- everyone and everything. That is the definition of Total War after all. Especially a world war which has lasted for centuries. Especially this world war which as lasted decades. The reality is, at least according to the Doomsday Computer Projections based on the Vision of Ragnarok computations, that there is only one set of ..... victors ...... The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. They are the only real victors in any war. Especially world war. Especially a fourteen hundred year plus world war. They are the only victors. So the end of WW III can only pyrrhic. Or else tragic!"

"Well everyone rather .... sorta ..... assumed ...... that the riches of the Advanced World, the West, would somehow continue to..."

"..... Only an ass assumes....."

*** ***

"Look at the enormity of the devastation of this Kent city" the chauffeur told the trophy widow. "It is hard to comprehend how one of the richest towns of one of the richest shires of one of the richest nations of the once rich Advanced World could implode into this wastage of shame."

"Kent was the shire of millionaires! I never realized how bad everything has become" the trophy widow replied as they drove through the urban devastation to turn off to another highway to reach Black-market Southampton. Everything was frosted by dirty ice and filthy snow here and there on the northern sides of decayed ruins. A litter of debris, burned out automobiles, and bones covered the abandoned road. "I have been trapped in that damn gilded prison for nine years now. My bastard of a ..... Mehram...... refused to give me his permission to leave. It is as if everything has been devoured down to the bone. As if locusts devoured the whole of this island!"

"Human locusts! The Scavenger Rats have ripped up everything and tore out everything and looted everything they could get their hands on to barter" the chauffeur explained. "And now they attack anyone, having nothing else to attack. And the Drug Gangs and Wild Children are even worse. And the Calais Animals are the worst of all."

"But considering what we were reduced to eating I can't imagine what bits and pieces of salvage wire or metal could fetch" the trophy wife replied. "We have been reduced to old tins. And I have been sharing my tins with you dearest."

"To save me from Halal R. But barter? The only barter left are drugs. And they are laced with the flesh eating disease. No less than Halal R!"

"Wait! Over there! Who is that ahead of us?" the trophy widow asked as she gestured.

"We are not stopping" the chauffeur replied.

"But it is a woman. Alone. Her automobile is busted. But it was a Mercedes. And she is wearing a fur over those veils."

"It is too dangerous!" the chauffeur cried. "The sun is setting! And you know what that means!" At that moment the terrified woman all but threw herself before the automobile. At the same moment there was distant howl. "The Ferals!"

"It is not even twilight yet" the Trophy Widow cried.

"But here the shadows are long. And the Ferals must be starving. This far away from London there can't be much left to devour!"

"We have to rescue her!" the trophy widow cried. "The Ferals are emerging from their holes. If there is a God we must spare her from that terrible fate!"

So the chauffeur warily stopped the automobile. The trophy wife hurriedly unlocked her door and the terrified woman climbed inside. Then the chauffeur roared off as the trophy wife struggled to close the door even as a howling pack of Ferals rushed toward them. Their howling screams filling the bloody sunset. Relentlessly the primeval pack of diseased creatures hurled themselves at the armored automobile as it desperately picked up speed to escape. Pounding on the reinforced windows with crude sticks or rocks to smash through to attack them. Howling! Gibbering! Their diseased faces unspeakable!

The younger woman in the furs and veils screamed hysterically as the monstrous creatures attacked the armored automobile as it careened off. One Feral landed right on top of the automobile bonnet. It screamed at the inhabitants of the automobile as its hideous visage leered at them through the front window shield. Its mouth a black and rotting hole. Its diseased fists pounded the window shield. At the same time the chauffeur violently reversed the automobile to hurl the monstrous thing backwards. The wheels screeched. Brutally he rammed into five Ferals as the Feral on the bonnet flew off. Then he pressed the pedal to the metal and drove right through the howling mob of diseased things which used to be human. Then he roared off into the sunset as diseased blood spattered his window shield. The younger woman screamed in terror in her furs and veils as the automobile roared across the devastation. The howls of the Ferals receding.

"Well my dear. We saved you in the nick on time" the trophy widow told the hysterical younger girl. "Aren't you Omar's younger wife? That dinner back when? When all was gilded and we were rolling in gold."

"And we all banqueted in Somerset House as if demigods" the girl wept as she struggled to keep her veils in place.

"You can take off those silly things" the trophy wife said. "You are among friends now."

"But your chauffeur is male!"

"My chauffeur is my lover sweetie. And you are among friends."

"But I can't. It is haram!"

"Please my dear. Where we are escaping to there won't be any more goddamn Islam."

But the younger wife of a dead oligarch could only weep uncontrollably as she clutched her veils over her face.

*** ***

"....Only an ass assumes..." the mysterious commander told his aide de camp as he kicked his retrofitted computer terminal to 'reboot' it.

"Everyone assumed.... presumed.... that the riches of the West were ..... well ..... bottomless...."

"You can only 'Rob Peter To Pay Paul' for a finite period until Peter's pockets are empty and Paul has squandered the loot. Then both Peter and Paul are broke." The fax beeped. The senior military went over and read the print out and then slowly tore it up and set it afire in his trash can. Then he typed a short code and shot it out into the black void. Then he watched the ashes burn in his trash can.

"The Beloved Leader counted on the wealth of the West to finance the Caliphate's World Jihad and the Loki Insider Traitors said ..." the aide de camp replied nervously as his boss watched the ashes crumble. "Sir?"

"....But the 'Sick Man of Europe' has always been on life support!"

"Sir?"

"The Surtr have always been entirely depended on the North West Hemisphere to keep it afloat. That and its only genuine resource: oil. Relying on Western Prosperity and Western Genius and Western Inventions and Western Science and Western Medicine and Western Technology and Western industry and Western Agriculture and Western Productivity and Western Telecommunications and Western Infrastructure and Western Transportation to keep the Surtr afloat. Including Western charity stipends. Dole. Charity. EU and UN dole payments. Millions, billions, to keep the Islamic Levant and Islamic Africa afloat."

"Except oil" the aide de camp added.

"Oil which the West discovered and produced for us" the military officer replied. "Oil which never trickled down to the poor of any Islamic failed state except for the Oil Kingdoms who were nevertheless bankrupt when the crisis commenced. And without the Western Market what good is oil?...."

*** ***

The Morlocks marched into another Underground train. Then the doors closed and the train hurled through subterranean tunnels under London. The Morlock soldiers held their weapons close. Some praying. Some touching crosses or stars of David or other religious symbols. A Sikh unconsciously fingered his silver bracelet as he mouthed a Sikh battle song. Then a Welsh soldier started singing a Welsh battle song. His rich baritone filling the crude carriage as the train hurled itself through deep tunnels.

Hark I hear the foe advancing

Barbed steeds are proudly prancing

Helmets in the sunbeams glancing

Cymru fo am byth

From the rocks rebounding

Let the war cry sounding

Summon all at Cambria's call

The haughty foe advancing

Men of Harlech on to glory

See your banner famed in story

Waves these burning words before ye

Cymru fo am byth!

Then the train slowed to a stop. The soldiers marched out onto the deep subterranean platform. From there they commenced marching up sterile white tile tube tunnels to the surface. "We are going to kill every Eloi tonight!" one whispered.

"Every single Eloi!" another whispered. "Every Eloi is going down tonight!"

"We are taking back our city!..."

*** ***

"....Haven't you never wondered why no Muslim country ever had an Agricultural Revolution or Renaissance or Enlightenment or Industrial Revolution or Scientific Revolution or Revolution of Technology or Modern Medicine? Much less a Democratic Revolution? Why the Arabic Spring ended with Arabic Winter? Our so- called Golden Age lasted only two hundred years when we were looting the freshly conquered Late Classical Greco Roman World and Buddhist India. Then nothing. Nothing. Nothing but failure and poverty and decay for centuries....."

*** ***

The Morlocks crept up the newly retrofitted infrastructure toward the surface tunnels. Then they hunkered down. Waiting. Then an advanced scout, to be exact a Cockney Cockroach, trotted down the upper tunnel toward them. He delivered an obscene gesture. "What are you waiting for boyos? An engraved invitation? We have cleared the upper building of dead Eloi and secured it! Come and get a window view of the future massacre zone known as Piccadilly...."

*** ***

".... So we destroyed the North West Advanced World" the military officer told his aide de camp. "Beau Europa! Charmed Canada! Fabulous America! ....." Another deep subterranean rubble shook the bunker. "So we destroyed the North West Advanced World and therefore we destroyed its ability to generate its legendary riches and prosperity and productivity. We destroyed the hated yet needful ally we always depended upon to help us cope with climate change be it Grand Solar Maximums or Grand Solar Minimums or the magnetic poles gyrating or weather disasters or ecological collapse or famine or diseases or war. Look! The fancy word is symbiosis! The brutal word is parasitic!...."

*** ***

The Morlocks crept up the decayed block long building lately retrofitted to become a military shooting gallery except with human beings instead of clay pigeons. Some Morlocks blinked their eyes as the unexpected sunset blinded them. Others put on night goggles. Others found themselves unexpectedly nervy for the experience of being above ground. Others surveyed the decayed traffic circle with shock and horror. "My God! Is this ........ nightmare ..... Piccadilly?"

"My God!...."

"Sweet Jesus!..."

"Oh my God!....."

"What have the Eloi done to our poor city?....."

*** ***

".....Sir?"

"Look" the military officer said. "Imagine finding the golden goose cornucopia machine which laid golden eggs. But in order to steal it we had to kill its owner and break its support system apart and smash its power source and even break up the magical golden goose cornucopia machine itself in order to haul it away. But we were greedy. We wanted that damn magical golden goose cornucopia machine. So we broke it apart to steal it. We ripped it out. Smashing and bashing everything and killing the owner who so carefully nurtured it. Supported it. Maintained it. A kindly owner who often gave away golden eggs to help others. Even sharing the golden eggs with us. But we were greedy. We wanted it all. And we were envious. So damn envious. Just being given free golden eggs offended our sense of entitlement and arrogant pride. We just had to dominate and own the golden goose cornucopia machine which laid golden eggs. So we destroying everything and everyone to get that goddamn golden goose cornucopia machine home along with the last batch of golden eggs it laid!

Then we spent the last riches of those golden eggs. We squandered the gold. Then we tried to produce more golden eggs. Except the golden goose cornucopia machine was now broken. We broke it. The unique power source that maintained it was gone. The unique support system it needed was smashed. The owner who so carefully nurtured it and operated it was dead. And oh yes. The instructions how to operate it were destroyed. So in our greed and envy we destroyed the golden goose cornucopia machine. No more golden eggs for anyone anymore. And the magical golden goose cornucopia machine which generated all of those golden eggs was destroyed beyond all repair. So voila. What happens then?"

"Sir? I ....don't understand Sir!"

"Everyone in every Third World failed state lived off North Western genius and charity as if jizya. Millions. Billions. Squandered as if an entitlement. As if the North West Hemisphere was nought but White Slaves. As if parasitic Eloi snapping their fingers arrogantly at Morlocks. Assuming the golden genius and even more golden charity would never end. Endless freebies which could even be highjacked. Confiscated. Stolen. Looted. Pillaged. Embezzled. Squandered. Forever. Everyone in every failed state always assumed there would always be endless golden eggs. That created a symbiosis. Symbiosis is a warped and crippled dependency by one life form upon another life form needed to sustain it! As in parasitic!

So in a warped and twisted symbiosis the Third World failed states of the Islamic Levant and Islamic Africa squandered the golden eggs given to them over the years by the North West Hemisphere do- goody nations. Instead of using the golden eggs as investment funds to build up and improve and transform their Third World failed states into the successful states the golden eggs were simply squandered. Pocketed. Sneered as jizya. Treated as entitlements. Atonement for colonialism or racism or this or that or some other ridiculous reparation for the sins of being too successful when we were all simply object failures. Third World failed states held out empty hands to the Great Divergence Advanced World of over achieving states for genius and charity which they could not achieve themselves. And they became dependent on it the way an addict becomes depended on cheap flesh eating Afghanistan heroin!

The golden eggs were not used to bring up literacy rates or for health care or to create modern manufacturing and agricultural modernization or for infrastructure. They were never used to make things better for the people or to drag Third World failed states out of poverty or else to start population control. They were not used to maybe try to achieve Great Convergence like Japan did in the Nineteenth Century. Not like what South Korea did. Not like what China did.. Not like what Hong Kong did. Not like what Singapore did. Not like what India did. Not like what South America and Mexico struggled to do. Instead, golden eggs were simply squandered as we procreated recklessly.

And building extravagant palaces and feathering Swiss bank accounts don't count. Neither does nationalizing efficient Western farms and businesses in order to turn them into looted wreaks. Neither do building useless mosques. Or using the funds to wage nonstop jihad and nonstop wars as Colonial infrastructure and schools and hospitals fall down. None of that made things better for the people. It did not prepare for Climate Change – as in ironically a Grand Solar Minimum. With or without volcanic devastation or Magnetic gyrations or Cosmic Rays or Birkeland Currents. The golden eggs showered down upon us weren't invested to try to cure Third World failed state failure. They were reparations from the too successful over achievers to people assumed to be incapable of achieving. The bigotry of low expectations by people who felt guilty for being too successful. So the squandered golden eggs only fueled more failure and resentment and envy and corruption and rage in Third World failed states. All while the Oil Kingdoms did nothing but spread radical Wahhabi Islam, terrorism, and proxy wars as the Oil Kingdoms spent themselves into self indulgent bankruptcy.

The Islamic Levant in general and the New Caliphate in particular always assumed the Western golden goose cornucopia machine would always hatch golden eggs of golden subsidies forever. Endless freebies. Endless do-goody charity. Endless defacto jizya. Endless defacto tribute. Endless loot for us to steal. Endless bounty for us to wallow in. But we were so greedy and envious we wanted it all. We wanted the golden goose cornucopia machine itself to get all of those golden eggs and not share them with anyone else. But to get control of all of the apparently bottomless golden goose cornucopia machine we had to invade the North West Hemisphere in order to conquer it in order to confiscate the golden goose cornucopia machine which generated apparently bottomless wealth and plenty which poured out of the North West Hemisphere as if a shower of gold. Millions. Billions. Every year. Apparently bottomless. And rather than building our own golden goose cornucopia machine the way Japan and China and South Korea and Hong Kong and Singapore and India did we decided to steal it by invading the North West Hemisphere.

But not having a modern army we could not wage conventional war. So we had to manufacture a fake humanitarian crisis to trick the West into opening its borders to ten million Muslims of War Age. Then we had to wage guerilla warfare. Jihad on a destructive scale. Ghazi Razzia. What Muslims have always waged to win every war. Destructive Ghazi Razzia and devastating Terrorism. To conquer without an army. Conquering by destroying.

So to conquer the North West Hemisphere and seize its golden goose cornucopia machine which generated apparently bottomless riches we had to destroy the Advanced World nations first so they would implode and collapse from within. That way we could conquer it without conventional weapons or a conventional army. We had to destroy the North West Hemisphere Great Divergence Advanced World super states. How? Weaken it. Wreak it. Cause massive chaos and disruptions on every level. Wreak its economies. Wreak its dole and social safety networks. Wreak its health care. Wreak its education. Wreak its governments. Wreak its industries. Wreak its ports and roads. Wreak its infrastructure. Wreak its cities. Wreak its policing and law and order. Tear it apart from within. Riot. Ravish. Blow it up. Tear it apart with pandemonium and anarchy. Rip it to pieces. Bankrupt it. Terrorize it. Kill its soft targets. Kill its sacred targets. And terrorize and kill the workers who owned and maintained and operated that golden goose cornucopia machine. All of the machines. Attack the hard working Morlocks. Terrorizing them and raping them and molesting them and killing them. Smashing everything and everyone. Pulverizing the West into bloody submission. And we did. And we did destroy the North West Hemisphere. All to conquer it and own it and get its riches for ourselves.

But when the North West Hemisphere croaked the golden eggs, ie the genius and charity likewise croaked. When we pulverized the North West Hemisphere we pulverized the golden goose cornucopia machine. All of the machines. All of the workers. All of the Morlocks. We demolished the North West Hemisphere. So now what? We did the crude Ghazi Razzia Terroristic Jihad equivalent of a thermonuclear warhead.

We left nothing but destruction and devastation and cities on fire and chaos and anarchy and ruination and corpses and traumatized survivors incapable of fighting back but also incapable of generating any more golden eggs of genius or charity. We pulverized the golden goose cornucopia machine. We destroyed fabulous nations which existed, some for up to two thousand years, all just to steal what had always been freely given to us anyway. Symbiosis no matter how warped and twisted can only keep the parasite alive as long as the host is allowed to stay alive. Once the host dies then the parasite dies as well. No matter how much we hated the Morlockian Kafirs, we always since the moment Arabs invaded the Late Classical Greco Roman World in 666, needed them to survive to keep us alive. And now..... well.... look around for yourself.

But we did not care. Inshallah. Allah willing. We are incapable of looking forward in order to weigh the consequences of our actions because we are always looking backward to Seventh Century. We are the world's perpetual petulant victims while butchering our way across the planet. Inshallah. Allah willing. So our plunder machine sucked up the debris. An initial apparently rich culling. But then nothing. There was nothing left to cull because the golden goose cornucopia machine which generated all of those riches, those golden eggs, was now smashed. Europe and Great Britain was smashed first. Then Canada and America. Mexico and South America were all but destroyed by those volcanos so we looted the crumbs. Russia was nuked by a dirty bomb. Now there is nothing left to plunder or loot or steal. We are sucking fumes. We are gnawing the bones of the carcass which once was the North West Hemisphere Great Divergence Advanced World. As if Dire Wolves devouring the carcass of a noble stag. And winter is approaching. And there is nothing left to devour. So unless we can take down another noble stag like New Zealand or Australia or Singapore or Hong Kong or China or South Korea or Japan we are doom the way any parasite is finally doomed when the host on which it feeds dies. What the hell did everyone expect?....."

*** ***

The Morlocks stared across the devastation which used to be Piccadilly. The buildings all gutted. Many burned to shells. The once gaudy neon dead. Cheaply painted propaganda faces of Divine Leaders and the Beloved Leader, alas the Butcher of Istanbul, besmirching once beautiful facades. Windows blown out. No electricity. No sewers. No water. The streets filled with mounds of stinking garbage accented by burned out automobiles and gutted buses. Overflowing sewers turning the once magnificent traffic circus into a gigantic cesspool. The store fronts burned out in which starving migrants huddled. Migrants huddled on filthy sidewalks smeared with excrement and vomit. The once fabulous statue of Eros gone. The fountain dead but filled with rotting garbage. And everywhere thousands and thousands and thousands of starving migrants aimlessly milling around and around and around as if mimicking Mecca except with a dead fountain minus Eros instead of a meteorite.

"My God! What has those animals done to our city?"

"It looks like a movie backdrop for Mad Max or else Soylent Green!...."

*** ***

The military man scornfully dialed another curiously retrofitted telephone as the obsolete fax machine beeped. Then he checked his antiquated but secure fax machine. He read the intel shooting out of the ridiculously obsolete fax as he dialed. Then he spoke a code and hung up. Then he ripped out the fax sheet and burned it in his trash can. "We don't want the damn Jews to turn this into another pornographic sex film like the Saudi fiasco do we?" His aide de camp stared at him with nervy anxiety.

"The trouble with war is that it is incredibly disruptive and ultimately destructive" his boss explained. "Ultimately not even the Merchants of Death can win. Not even the Military Industrial Complex. War is attrition. It debilitates. It fatally weakens. And while some wars might be initially 'surgical' we have always waged war by Ghazi Razzia Jihad. The Plunder Machine plus Terror. Incredibly destructive war. When we try to wage conventional war we lose. This is the only form of war we can wage and win. But it is incredibly destructive warfare. Extractive Warfare at its most Ponzi. To sustain such a form of war you need unlimited victims because the radius of destruction is like a thermonuclear warhead. It radiates outward in a circle of apparently unending destruction. It leaves nothing behind. To sustain such momentum you have to wage nonstop war outward forever because the war you are waging is devouring everything and everyone as if the Dire Wolf Fenrir or the all devouring monster Garmr. It is the exact opposite of a 'surgical strike'.

Why else do you think the 'last man standing' after a long war and especially Islamic Wars are always the Four Horsemen of famine, pestilence, and death? Not even tyranny ultimately. Just famine, pestilence, and death. Not even Islamic Triumph. Just famine and pestilence and death. And only a fool starts a war when he is insolvent. The Dogs of War of Garmr tear everything to pieces. That is what war does. The Dire Wolf of Fenrir devours everything and everyone. That is what war does. It destroys. All that is left is much damaged and infinitely finite plunder. Then nothing.

And only a Plunder Machine run by a looter whose name is Mohammad Ponzi squanders everything after destroying everything without at least attempting to ration the few remaining supplies once the plunder runs out. Inshallah. Allah willing. Counting on miracles. Our digital ghost in Brussels must be having a perfectly charming conversation with the Beloved Leader as I debrief you. Everyone assumed we could destroy the North West Hemisphere and feast off its golden carcass forever. But we have devoured the carcass down to the bone. I am keeping this command center going on salvage and scavenging."

"What was the fax?" the aide de camp asked nervously.

"Suing for peace? No! Alas. Confirming that the Final Option is still secure."

"Everyone somehow assumed....presumed....." the aide de camp sputtered. "That the riches were bottomless..... I mean..... no one thought the West could.... well ........"

The mysterious commander watched the fax burn to ash and cinder. "Inshallah....Allah willing..... ."

*** ***

Some Morlocks wept. Some Morlocks cursed. Then one by one the Morlocks prepared their shooting gallery high up over the devastation once known as Piccadilly Circus. They set up their machine guns and assault rifles. Their bags of carefully organized ammo. Their wireless radio and code books. Their medic and his supplies. Their booster shots and emergency vaccines just in case a Feral burst in to attack them. More Morlocks put on night goggles to ward off the unexpectedly bright setting sun.

They secured the lower floors and prepared the Pancras gas. They organized the killing field. They plotted how to kill the diseased creatures wandering aimlessly around and around and around the devastation. Three Morlocks set up missile launchers to target the ground level facades filled with starving migrants huddled together. They divided the sidewalks covered by filth and migrants. They plotted how to shot the starving milling aimlessly on the street. They scientifically plotted mass slaughter. The doomed were not human. They were not even Eloi anymore. They staggering corpses who just did not know they were about to die....

*** ***

"...The amazing perpetual motion golden goose cornucopia machine of the Industrial West would magically keep generating endless riches forever?" the military man said ironically. "Endless golden eggs? Endless products? Endless goodies? Endless riches? Endless foodstuffs? Endless subsidies? Endless dole? Endless medicines? Endless handouts? Endless everything? Forever? And every year every good Jihadist would get a new cell phone and another moonglow bride? Mommy Merkel would just rub her magic lamp and endless wealth would miraculously spew out? The industrial cornucopia would keep vomiting out goodies big and small? The golden goose laying endless golden eggs for the taking? Forever?

Why did everyone think The New Caliphate could just take over and nothing would change? Kill the golden goose and gorge on it? And reap the legacy of Europe accrued over two thousand years and squander it all? Wallow in the apparently bottomless riches of the Infidel and the Unbeliever and the Kafir and the Shirk forever? First starving the governments by diverting the taxes and resources toward millions and millions and millions of migrants wallowing on the dole until the governments went belly up. Defunct. Bankrupt. Then diverting what was left of the once bottomless trillions reduced to billions reduced to millions into the money pit of World Jihad? And into the deep pockets of the Sultans and Caliphs and Divine Leaders and Beloved Leader? Forever? And no one thought that the trillions would not melt into billions which would not melt into millions which would not melt into national insolvency? The North West Advanced World devolving into failed states even faster and more horribly than our own Levant failed states precisely because they were so much more fragile? During a Grand Solar Minimum little ice age? As the magnetic poles decided to flip? Failed states exactly like every other mismanaged Islamic failed state? Only worse. The golden goose cornucopia machine being so delicate to begin with? Just grind the West through the olive press of Ghazi Razzia and Slavery and Dhimmitude exploitation and the golden liquor would spill out forever? And the bill would never come due?...."

*** ***

A Cockney Cockroach scurried up to check out everything. "The second unit is moving into that retrofitted building there so try to not shoot your own! Cross fire! Get it! Cross fire to kill from every angle. Do you like our retrofit?"

"Fine. Ready for the Chimes to toll at Midnight!" the captain said.

"And we have a surprise for Midnight too!" the Cockney Cockroach laughed. "Our gift to the Mos who tried to ethically cleanse us out of our own city!" The Cockney Cockroach tapped his leather cockroach mask with one finger. "Enjoy...."

*** ***

The fax machine beeped. "Ignore that. It is not important" the military officer told his nervy aide de camp. "What I am saying to you here and now is what is important. Sooner or later the wild party had to end. And when any wild party ends then all that is left is the hangover. Everything confiscated. Everything spent. Everything squandered. Everything smashed. Everything scattered to the winds. Everything and everyone grounded down to a mangled pulp. Show me one state of Islamic Africa or The Islamic Levant or Islamic South Asia or Islamic East Asia, one state of the Caliphate, which is not a failed state? And has not been a failed state for centuries. Even the Oil Kingdoms have now gone bust. Why did anyone think Islamic Eurabia would be any different? And the monies which should have been saved to deal with ecological collapse have been ....diverted .... and misappropriated .... and squandered. And now volcanic winters and this unexpected Little Ice Age is reaching critical mass. So being a failed state now translates into a Medina Trench. An open grave which is devouring everyone. Non Muslim and Muslim alike...."

*** ***

The Morlock Captain radioed the unit across the concrete cesspool crammed with starving humanity. He precisely organized the slaughter ground. Then he hung up and briefed his men. "The Mos always boast of their Medina Trench. At Midnight this will be their Medina Trench...."

*** ***

"....The Islamic World thought it was immune to Global Warming Sir. So why did the world freeze instead? That fax is beeping Sir. Or volcanos Sir. Why is the fax beeping Sir? The Faithful assumed Allah willing, they would be saved Sir" the aide de camp replied unnerved as his boss received another fax. The senior military officer declined to share it with his aide de camp. Instead he read it and then burned it in his trash can. "Only the enemies of Islam were supposed to perish Sir. Only the enemies of Allah were suppose to perish Sir. The Ummah might rule the United Nations of the World Wide Caliphate but the UN is also bankrupt now that the cash cows, the Western nations, are hemorrhaging into economic ruination. Everything is imploding Sir! And anarchy is taking over! And there is war on every front! And everything is falling down!..."

*** ***

How could the Eloi turn London into this cesspool of rot and ruination? Everything falling down? A city of the dead?" the Morlocks whispered as they waited for midnight. A Tower Fortress helicopter roared over the nightmare sight as if an angry hornet. Morality Police randomly machine gunned starving migrants. Then it roared away toward the setting sun. The Morlocks hunkered down and watched through their night time goggles as the soon to die milled aimlessly around and around and around....

*** ***

"And after the declaration of World Jihad the Asia Triad Mutual Defense Pack refused to beg Sir!" the nervy aide de camp cried. "They refused to surrender to Saudi extortion and blackmail in exchange for oil. And the Malaydonesian oil fields are flooded after eight calamitous earthquakes and thirteen destructive tsunamis when the Ring of Fire exploded! Half of the islands blowing up! Others sinking as the volcanos under the oceans incinerated everything above! Sewage and toxic pollution from sweat shop industries along with raw oil spewing everywhere! Poisoning everything!

So the Asia Triad use bio-fuel and solar and wind but mostly they use Chinese coal. Dirty Chinese coal because solar and wind is worthless shit when blizzards are raging! Hundred mile plus winds! Hailstones like artillery bombs! Typhoons like the end of the world! This murderous weather is killing the world! And because the whole world is consumed by the World Jihad the world cannot find the time or resources to even start to try to cope with the ecological death spiral! And no one anticipated the volcanic disasters Sir! The earthquakes! The tsunamis! The typhoons! The Monsoons becoming erratic! The weird droughts! The weirder floods and frosts! Or the sun spots vanishing! Or the Cosmic Rays and Birkeland Currents! The terrible snows! No summers at all for the last three years! Erratic snows and storms and freezes and murderous hailstones as big as cricket balls sometimes following each other in as many days! The magnetic gyrations which are wreaking telecommunications and computer reception! And no one can fix anything! And everything is falling down! And as the UN only represents the Ummah the Asia Shirks are ignoring its fatwas! And they won't help us! And the Morlocks fled underground! Abandoning us! And everything is falling down!...."

*** ***

The scientists monitored their computers as they plotted graphs of the weather anomalies. "Tragically typical of the Maunder Little Ice Age" one scientist said as he created the computer generated graph. "Classic Maunder. Weird weather and terrible storms and whirling clouds and floods and rains and hail and frost and sleet and snow and earthquakes and volcanos and all! Cosmic Rays! Birkeland Currents! The whole frozen enchilada! We are in a Maunder! A damn Maunder!"

"It was suppose to be a Dalton" another scientist said. "The Russians were experts at cold cycles. They said it would be a Dalton!"

"But the fiendish machine sucked out so much CO2! That pushed us into a Maunder!"

"The magnetic gyrations as the poles prepare to flip are not helping. The magnetic fields normally shield the earth" another scientist said. "We know when the sun goes into hibernation the solar winds stop. So the clouds build up. The Cosmic Rays hit with fierce intensity. The Birkeland Currants hit with fierce intensity. But is that cause and effect? Or do the Cosmic Rays and Birkeland Currents contribute to the feedback perpetrating the ice cycle?"

"Good question" another scientist said. "Gore laid a gigantic shit pile when he confused the two lines on the graph of the ice cores. Heat. CO2. He said CO2 caused the heat. Belatedly it was proved that the CO2 was following the Heat by some 800 years. CO2 was not causing the heat. It was an effect of the heat. But Gore's blunder caused a gigantic scientific cul de sac dead end street. Like the Piltdown Man skull. Do Cosmic Rays and Bikeland Currents pouring down into the earth cause feedbacks or are they the result of solar winds stopping resulting in clouds amassing?"

"Clouds fueling the cold cycle."

"Another question is if we are not just in a Maunder but a cluster little ice age" another scientist said. "The Little Ice Age is the Wolf, the Sporer, and the Maunder mushed together. See how each cold cycle dips down more and more? Each warm cycle aborted? Climaxing with the murderous Maunder cold cycle? As if the Holocene was plunging back into a Pleistocene Ice Age proper?"

"Yet the free fall into freezing stopped and the earth's climate snapped out of it. The weather warmed up. The Dalton cold cycle was later and much less. What was the toggle which caused the earth to snap out of the Maunder? What stopped the free fall? If we could figure out what the climatic toggle was then maybe we could artificially push the climatic toggle now to trick this little ice age into shutting down to allow the earth to warm up again...."

*** ***

".....The world is hopelessly divided into Dar ul Harb and Dar ul Islam, a war to the death, Ragnarok, at precisely the worst possible time when the whole world should have been united and focused on the Little Ice Age combined with the effects of the magnetic poles preparing to flip. A co-joined pair of Siamese Twins of ecological disaster" the senior military officer said as he typed a message into the antiquated fax machine and then sent it off into the mysterious beyond.

"But if the world only surrendered to the peace of submission to Allah then we could have focused on the ecological disasters!" the aide de camp cried. "Sir? Who are you faxing?"

"And it has reached the point of a death spiral indeed" the mysterious commander mused in a none reply. "The North East Asian Advanced World is besieged. The North West Advanced World is dead or else dying. Floods and rains and sleet and hail and ice and snow are besieging the North Hemisphere. Also the South Hemisphere. And tragically that is where all of the Advanced World super states are located. Droughts and erratic storms plus the Ring of Fire volcanic devastations are besieging the Tropic Zone where most of the failed states are located. And the Third World is devouring itself as mass starvation kicks in. All while devouring or else trying to devour the carcasses of the North West and North East Hemisphere nations and the Southern Hemisphere nations in order to survive. Survive basically by cannibalism. Devouring civilizations while devolving. The trouble with unchaining the Dogs of War of Garmr is that they tear everyone to pieces impartially. The trouble with unleashing the Dire Wolf of Total War is that it devours everyone impartially. And oh yes. The Third World also happens to be ....us. And the monsters we have unleashed are now turning on us. Including The Four headed Serpent of Calamity Jormungandr."

"Sir? Who is faxing you?"

"And now our Divine Leaders and Beloved Leader want to unleash the Envemom of Jormungandr. Thermonuclear war and therefore thermonuclear radiation." The senior military officer pulled open a drawer and produced a small can of Pre-Caliphate tuna. He gestured to offer it to his aide de camp. But the aide de camp paused between hunger and the fear that the tiny token of Pre-Caliphate plenty was somehow a diversionary tactic. Or a reproach about the present state of the Caliphate. Or else a bribe.

"Everyone is fleeing to relics which they remember used to be the Advanced World" the aide de camp cried as he debated accepting the token, confused as to its ultimate meaning. "The North Hemisphere Advanced World Sir. The South Hemisphere Advanced World Sir. The Pre-Caliphate World Sir. But only the North West Advanced World was foolish enough to open its borders Sir. From the beginning the Asian Triad said the Big Lie we used to invade was just that. A big lie. And an excuse for an invasion disguised as a humanitarian disaster. Therefore they refused the bait Sir. They refused to commit national suicide Sir. Economic suicide. Cultural suicide. Biological suicide." The aide de camp reached one thin hand out toward the small tin of precious tuna. But the hand shook. "The Islamic smugglers and slavers don't tell the starving and the desperate that we have devoured the North West Advanced World and are now trying to devour the South East Advanced World. They don't tell the desperate that the beau states of fabled riches are ..... well .... dying Sir....."

*** ***

"Right!" the Chauffeur said as he turned onto another desolate and empty highway. "Straight ahead is Southampton! And of course the Calais Animals and Highway Robbers. I don't care if you see Aisha trying to hitch hike on the highway! I am not stopping come hell or high water!"

"How could rich Kent become this wreckage of ruin?" the Trophy Wife whispered as they drove down the ruined highway lined with carnage. Wreaked automobiles. Moldering corpses. And burned out buildings lining the devastated road to the bastion of the Black Market. "How could the damn migrants devour Kent down to the bone of the carcass? Is all of Britain like this?...."

*** ***

".....It appears that the golden goose laying all of those golden eggs is dead Sir. As good as dead Sir. But how? How Sir? Where are the riches which once bejeweled fabled Europa? Where is the golden crown of wheat which once wreathed the brow of luxuriant Canada? Where is the electric crown which once radiated as if a halo above the head of the richest nation on earth? America? Has the Western cornucopia which once poured forth endless riches indeed been bottomed? Is the magical perpetual motion machine of industrial production indeed broken? And have the accumulated riches of two thousand years been drained dry? Indeed it does appear as if we have killed the Golden Goose Sir. And therefore we appeared to have killed the .....world....." The shaking hand seized the Pre-Caliphate tin of tuna with shame. "For my wife and child. .....Thank you ....Sir." The shamed man fugitively slipped the relic of a better time into one pocket of his shabby uniform. "I don't think it occurred to anyone Sir that Europe..... Great Britain, Canada, America, the North West Hemisphere ..... could .... actually ..... die!"

*** ***

The madwoman stared through a crack in a boarded up window at the bloody sunset. Then she gnawed one fingernail. "It is as if the sky is bleeding!" She looked around her moldering bastion. Then she opened a drawer and pulled out a massive gun with one withered hand. The heavy military Adams revolver was heavy in her aged hand. "Why do I think I am going to die tonight?" Then she grimaced and swore. "I am my father's child! He might have died insane but he died swearing! Never surrender! Go down fighting! Recheck every security device! The House must fight back even if I perish! The House must fight back even if the firemen are at the front door trying to break in!"

Meanwhile the eccentric computer expert scurried among his computers and cables and readouts while muttering as his tiny dog followed his slippers. "MIMIR is antsy! The battles of liberation are happening pell-mell! Our Night-watchman! Where are you? Come on! Come on! Tell me what is happening! Tell me the Brussels Chocolate Moles have reached their objective and are preparing to cut the power sources to the Final Option! The Dresden Push has prematurely commenced! Too early! The Chimes were suppose to toll at Midnight! It is too soon! The enemy might suspect and jump the gun! You have to cut the power source to the Final Option before Midnight! Or else....."

*** ***

"Maybe the Beloved Leader and the Divine Leaders should have looked further down the road of World Jihad to realize the repercussions before they unleashed the Dogs of War of Garmr or unchained the Dire Wolf of Fenrir" the senior military officer told his aide de camp dryly as the fax machine beeped and beeped and beeped. "Just because the Islamic World chose to wage war for over fourteen hundred years to please Allah that has never automatically equated into either wisdom or victory or even the guarantee that God would smile at the choice of priorities. Quite the contrary perhaps. We are facing Ragnarok! The Destruction of Worlds!" The bunker heaved and rolled with another explosion underneath. "The Moles are burrowing ever deeper! What good is a Final Option if we have no power to launch it?"

His aide de camp grimaced. But now he could not reproach his boss. The small tin of tuna compromised him. "How can The Faithful question or doubt?" the thin man asked plaintively.

"Maybe they should have" the senior military officer replied as his steely eyes studied his aide de camp. The fax beeped. He ignored it. "Only an ass assumes ----- and only a fanatic further assumes he knows the mind of God ---- while persisting in doing the same thing over and over and over which has failed over and over and over and yet he keeping persisting in doing the same thing over and over and over as if assuming this time it will end differently."

His aide de camp flinched in moral disapproval of his boss' lack of trust in divine providence. But the tiny tin of tuna now compromised his disapproval. And his child back home was sick. Rickets. From malnutrition. "Allah willing. God is on our side. How can we fear? How can we doubt? How can we question? Allah u Akbar. Our God is greater!" he all but screamed as another explosion rocked the bunker. "Our God is on our side!"

"Really? Show me where the computers say so?" the senior military officer replied. Suddenly there was a bone jarring raddle. The huge computers gyrated and then flashed spastic. Then they went black. Both military men gasped at the frightening blackness. Then the bright lights sparked and sputtered darkly before the dim emergency lights flashed on. Beyond the steel doors of the inner sanctum there could be heard the distant wail of a siren and the cries of men in the outer chamber. Then after a flash of garbled intel the computers kicked back on. The digital screens resumed their display of the world. But now two thirds of the screens were damaged beyond repair. Then the bright lights materialized once again. "When in doubt reboot. Or else kick the damn machine with your boot. Well. The Harbi are getting closer. Sewers this time. Yes. Sewers. The Morlock Moles are burrowing underneath us. Different direction from our power source this time" the senior military man declared as he gritted his teeth. "That bomb sounds like they were targeting ..... the Final Option ..... But surely not....." Suddenly the emergency red telephone rang.

The military commander picked up the emergency telephone and listened. "Yes. Yes. Yes Sir. No Sir. They were aiming for us that time Sir. Not the power station Sir. I am not quite sure what else they are targeting Sir. All they really have to do is kill the power to kill us. Sir. Yes. Yes. Of course. Oh? Oh yes. Of course. Allah willing. Indeed. That will make it all better I am sure." Then the senior man hung up the emergency red telephone and did a mock Nazi salute. "The prima donna of the Brussels Junta is wetting his drawers again. The Beloved Leader assumes us that we are invincible. How dare The Drunkard disagree with the Beloved Leader. Don't you feel invincible? I do!" The officer paused. He tugged one ear lobe thoughtfully. "To cut off the power to the Final Option. That is what that second blast was for. They are mining to cut off the power to the Final Option. Intriguing...."

The aide de camp fugitively felt the illegal tin of tuna concealed in one pocket. "You should be careful Sir. Microphones are everywhere you know. The Morality Police even hear the thoughts in our head Sir. And Allah knows what lurks in our hearts. We must have faith. God has promised us victory Sir. We must trust to Allah!"

*** ***

The morality policeman quizzed the captain of the Elephant & Castle Fire Department. "So are you thinking what I am thinking Sir.....?"

Meanwhile the once powerful Caliph of Dar ul Islamic Anglestan strolled through his palace as he surveyed each magnificent piece of pilfered art. The ultimate collection of Jahiliyyah pollution and Western genius. He waved a gun wildly. To shoot the demigods preserved forever in oil who towered over him? Or to shoot himself? His curator appeared. "Your Majesty. I have a lead to the one painting you have always wanted to finish your collection. Madame X."

The crazed man spun around. "Really. Where is she? I must have her! The ultimate Kafir!"

"Midnight Your Majesty. Midnight. And your collection will be perfect. Perfect."

"Yes. Yes. Midnight!" the crazed monomaniac cried as he put the gun back into his shoulder holster. "It will all happen at midnight....."

*** ***

Meanwhile, the fireman marched at a fierce pace toward the setting sun. The sky was livid. But the colors were too grotesque to be beautiful. "If I don't walk fast I won't be able to make the rendezvous with my handler. Why did he want a rendezvous so close to Green Park Migrant camp? That is the most dangerous place in this city. We always rendezvous at the Isle of Dogs. By the Greenwich Tunnel. And why now? This extra rendezvous? Is something happening tonight? Am I about to be extracted? Have I been outed? Does the captain of my fire engine suspect me? No! I am the hero of the Elephant & Castle Fire Department. He can't suspect me. Can he? How the hell did I get into this situation?" The fireman unconsciously stroked something concealed inside his sinister black tunic over his heart. " I wonder if Wolfey is still alive somewhere.......I would love to see his face again...." the fireman said in a softer voice. His large dark eyes fringed with long eyelashes momentarily soft. Limpid. Moist. "Dear Wolfey...."

*** ***

Meanwhile Wolfe watched the lobby of the abandoned hotel fill up with soldiers as they slipped in one by one. "My Anarchists!" he said.

"But not the black bloc!" his aide de camp replied. "Oh Wolfey the Great and Terrible! Because the black bloc never had any fashion sense!"

"They were all middle class SJW college students of dubious courses in the social sciences with absolutely no practical application whatsoever! Fakes. Poseurs. Pretenders. Only able to commit violence against objects. Not people who could fight back" Wolfe replied with withering scorn. Unconsciously one finger traced a scar on his now middle aged face. "I remember the ludicrous protests just before Trump was assassinated to allow Big Sis to become the ruling human vegetable. Who needs a viable president when you can generate a digital ghost to mouth whatever Big Lie you wish to deceive the sheeple with? One of the skinny black bloc beta cretins tried to deliver a running sucker blow at Tommy Robinson. It barely glanced off the side of his head. Then Tommy grabbed the anorexic Beta male with one brawny hand without so much as flinching or even looking around. And he crushed the cretin like a cockroach! Tommy was always my type of anarchist!"

"Tommy Robinson was not bonafide anarchist oh Great and Terrible Wolfey" the over the top Gay replied as he checked Wolfe's revolver to make sure the safety was still on. Then he checked Wolfe's ammo belt to make sure the ammo was the same caliber for the revolver. Clearly Gaydom did not effect weaponry competence. But computer hacking proficiency might if that was the only proficiency to be boasted of.

"As the Establishment was made up of drugged out 68ers and Loki Insider Traitors and their minions the deluded Luvvies and brain dead Social Justice Warriors and inept Black Bloc Beta would-be anarchists who all weighed five stone and stood five foot five along with Four P Quislings and 'Astro turf' protesting Feminists who were all grotesque Lesbians and Trans freaks in bed ----metaphorically — with Islamic Radicals and Crony Corporatists fronting for the globalist dictators in bed ----metaphorically ---- with Soros I quite saw myself as a bonafide anarchist. The Establishment was selling us down the river!"

"Well! We Generation Zs certainly knew that. Your Millennials rather let us down. Not you of course oh Great and Terrible Wolfey! But your herd of bovine sheeple Millennials! Would you like my smaller revolver instead of that old military? You are rather more proficient at computer hacking than..."

Wolfey nodded ruefully as he switched weaponry and ammo belts. "We Millennials were such timid herd of group think sheeple!" he said as the Gay expertly checked the larger military revolver. "Lemmings! If someone told us to jump off the cliff en mass we would! It terrified us to defy authority or deviate from the herd! From Kindergarten onward we were brainwashed by SJW female ideological teachers and Cultural Marxists. Cowered by the Twitter and Facebook Big Brother Ministry of Truth. Like the black bloc we were interchangeable twits incapable of independent thought. Weeping hysterically if someone trolled our Facebook page. Unlike the bitter Generation Xs. Or your Generation Zs! Born rebels you were! From the beginning!"

"What broke the brainwashing?" the Gay asked the now middle aged man in his austere, improvised armor and battered weaponry which he clearly did not feel comfortable welding. The Gay belted the heavy military ammo belt around his slim waist and then shoved the heavy military gun into his holster. Then he took out a small hand mirror to check his image before arranging his pearls.

"One day Davy and I discovered the glorious propaganda posters of the Identitarians. So I bought the manifesto written by Markus Willinger. His declaration of war against the 68ers. Against the Great Betrayal of the Millennial Generation. I still remember reading it out loud to Davy as we reclined on a blanket on the warm grass of Green Park as brass band music floated over the balmy summer air. The park so beautiful. The sky so beautiful. The summer, that last summer before the winter of our discontent, so beautiful. So very, very beautiful."

"Was Davy beautiful?" the Gay asked softly.

Wolfe flinched. "Not especially. Too thin. Half starved. Covered by scars from years of abuse from The Dominator. Only his eyes were beautiful. But God they were beautiful! Large. Dark. With the most amazing double row of eyelashes! As if mascara!"

"Like Elizabeth Taylor?" the Gay asked.

"But darker. Pools of violet darkness" Wolfey said softly. Very softly. "Poor Davy...."

*** ***

".....I scan my inner sanctum every day for electronic bedbugs. So unless you wish to betray me....." The military commander stared at his aide de camp who flinched. Then the senior military officer shook his head as the computers gyrated over a digital map of the planet. "Every year more millions of The Faithful and or the imbecilic breed themselves into starvation and disease and desperation and death as this new little ice age devastates the planet. Millions, billions of Muslim migrants from the Muslim nations of the Levant and South and East Asia and Africa flood the seas. It is a human tidal wave. A human tidal wave which has always been a Trojan Horse to invade from within. To breach the defenses of the citadel and overwhelm the citizenry when they least expect it. But the conquest, courtesy of millions, billions, of diseased, desperate, starving migrants who converted to Islam after promises from Muslim Smugglers and Slavers, has not exactly achieved whatever the goal the Beloved Leader or the Divine Leaders anticipated. Much less what the diseased, desperate, and starving migrant 'reverts' anticipated."

"Eurabia is becoming a nightmare Sir! A nightmare!" The nervy man's voice raised into a edge of unexpected hysteria. "Why isn't Eurabia what the Beloved Leader promised us it would be? And it is becoming so cold here! So cold! So cold! We Surtr can't live in the cold Sir! But our own homelands are becoming so devastated we can't live there either!"

"I entirely expected it. I expected no less" The senior military man replied as he typed a short code and then shot it off in the antiquated fax which defied digital spying. Then he turned on a large if somewhat antiquated TV screen heavily retrofitted as if with salvage and scavenge. Images of millions of desperate Muslim migrants from the Islamic Levant and Muslim Africa and Muslim South and East Asia filled the screen. Millions and millions and millions of desperate, starving, diseased, and dying people overwhelming borders and fortified defenses and flooding the world with desperation and misery. A terrifying image of gross over population overwhelming everything in its path and annihilating the Advanced World, both Western and Eastern, with the ultimate Third World Failed State end game of overwhelming death courtesy of religiously blessed inbred and over bred gross over population used as a weapon of war.

"What did you just fax Sir?"

"It reminds me of the movie Titanic" the senior military officer told his aide de camp as he watched the TV screen in a non reply. "When the great ship called the North West Hemisphere Advanced World commenced its slow motion sinking when it struck the iceberg in a massive ice field of ecological disasters intensified by volcanic cataclysm, and magnetic gyrations from the poles preparing to switch, and drastically dropping sun spot activity indicating the sun going into hibernation, and escalating earthquakes, and growing cosmic rays and Birkeland Currents, all of which were generating of all things a Little Ice Age. So much ice when no one expected ice. Except history and well known cycles predicted there would be ice and another Little Ice Age. But ideologues and corrupt elites and power mad leaders censored the warnings of scientists and buried the raw data to save face and save their jobs and keep the gravy train going and the payola flowing.

So the great ship North West Hemisphere Advanced World roared ahead at full steam out of the delusion there would not be any ice bergs because experts were preaching about global warming which was melting the Arctic Ice pack ---- except the Arctic Ice pack was rebounding ---- and melting Greenland — except Greenland was not melting —and melting the Antarctic Ice pack —except the Antarctic Ice pack was swelling ----and generating intense heat in the upper hemisphere — except the upper hemisphere was not only not experiencing a hot spot but was rather generating swelling clouds fueling increasingly terrifying storms — and cooking the planet — except the Northern and Southern Hemispheres were experiencing intensifying spring floods and destructive autumn storms and freezing winters. So now the great ship North West Hemisphere Advanced World was fatally impaled by of all things an iceberg. The last thing it expected because its arrogant captains were too brainwashed by ideology and politically correct bogus science to take honest temperatures or slow the ship's speed or post night-watchmen with binoculars.

Over the horizon the great ship North East Hemisphere Advanced World stayed anchored. And there its officers watched in safety as the great ship North West Hemisphere Advanced World slowly sank. Debating whether or not to risk its own safety the way the ship California debated as it watched the Titanic disaster over the horizon unfold. Debating crossing the ice field. Debating and then deciding to do nothing. Deciding the ship and its arrogant captains had been reckless, suicidal, irresponsible, committing maleficence against its citizenry passengers by only heading its owners the globalists and crony corporatists and Soros. And they did not intend to commit the same mistakes: committing technological and biological suicide.

And so the floundering ship wailed out its last breath. The beau beauty of an ancient civilization breaking apart as it sank under the icy waters. Lethargic officers too slowly realizing the doom their reckless speed and arrogance caused. Too late their night watchmen tried to radio to other ships and send up flares to the ship moored across the ice field which refused to come to their rescue. All as the height of North West Advanced World technology and engineering combined with EU and UN bureaucracy and autocracy unbelievably failed to save its people.

The North West Hemisphere Advanced World first and second class passengers overwhelmed the few lifeboats and sink some of them as they landed awkwardly in the icy waters. Too soft. Too complacent. Too spoiled. Too unprepared. Then too panicked. Deceived by the PR of the ship owners that the ship called the North West Hemisphere Advanced World could not sink. Deceived by the EU and UN who kept bellowing they had everything under control. There they struggled with failing technology in puny life boats to try to survive the unexpected disaster caused by the arrogance of their reckless captains putting speed over safety and profit over civic responsibility under orders of the ship owners who were global crony corporatist elitists rushing recklessly toward the anticipated riches of the New World Order End Game.

But the Titanic North West Advanced World was also carrying too many non paying third world passengers. They were packed into the bowels of the great ship the North West Advanced World because they were migrants driven out of the Third World failed states of the Tropic Warm Zone by ecological disasters intensified by fatal deforestation, reckless erosion, backward farming techniques, unspeakable pollution, out of control sewage and disease, high illiteracy, sub par infrastructure, and out of control fires. All caused by poverty spawn from out of control over population blessed by backward religions. All further aggravated by out of control corruption. All further aggravated by out of control incompetence and nonstop wars by warlords and dictators and religious leaders. And these none paying economic migrants with delusions of get rich quick schemes and religious entitlement and lust for conquest were more than the North West Advanced World ship was designed to carry. More than the infrastructure, lifeboats, were designed to handle. They had demanded passage based on entitlement and were granted passage based on UN Agenda 21 Marxist schemes which bore no basis in economic reality or infrastructure necessity. Now they were thrown headfirst into the icy waters. And they were the very least prepared for the icy disaster. They had neither heavy coats or life jackets. And few knew how to swim.

Then the desperate, nonpaying, free loading, and notoriously violent Third World third class passengers floundering in the deadly seas swam toward the few puny life boats left bobbing in the ice field. Potentially swamping them. Abandoning their own women and children. Abandoning their own drowning. Fighting each other. Fighting the sailors manning the lifeboats. Fighting the passengers on the life boats. Too many fighting to get on board the too few lifeboats. Overwhelming the life boats in their blind violence to save themselves at the cost of everyone else. Threatening to swamp the life boats and kill everyone.

So brutally, the sailors manning the puny lifeboats were ordered to row the boats afar off to not be dragged down by the vacuum of the doomed ship sinking into its watery grave or else be swamped by the doomed people violently foundering in the deadly water. To save the few who could be saved at all. The first and second class Advanced World passengers in their heavy coats and waterproof shoes with hastily grabbed treasures shoved into pockets or else sentimental toy pig musical boxes or else clutching bibles who had the foresight to pay for tickets and life jackets and life boats and pack warm clothes. And now facing death in the icy waters, they had no intention of sacrificing themselves or their women and children for Third Class Third World male migrants of war age who first demanded free passage and now demanded to be saved instead of them.

For unlike the male migrants of war age who always put themselves ahead of everyone, including their own females and children, the First and Second Class passengers believed that women and children came first and as males they were suppose to both sacrifice themselves and fight off anyone threatening their women and children. Whatever happened to them, their women and children had to be saved somehow. Especially from Third World Third Class migrants who had been systematically attacking their women and children while robbing and threatening them. And what might be tolerated on a mighty ship would not be tolerated in a life and death situation on the open seas. And while they might endure paying inflated passage so migrants could ride as freeloaders, they would not endure freeloaders swamping the puny life boats and killing their women and children. And while they might have muffled their anger at paying more so freeloaders could ride for free in order to not appear to be racist, they would be ruthless to protect their women and children. Darwinian survival of the fittest genes, K genes, kicking in. The R genes would die no matter how politically incorrect or un multi-culturally correct that might be. When it came down to life or death survival of the genes, Darwin overrides everything.

Now nations are like those puny life boats. The sea is civilizational collapse in the middle of a life or death Little Ice Age. The great ships, one sinking, one watching aloof, are called the Twin Titans of the North West Great Divergence and North East Great Convergence. The Advanced Worlds. And only some can survive. And the few who will survive will survive only be being ruthless. Utterly ruthless. By either not risking themselves at all by playing it ruthlessly safe. Or else by clinging to their overwhelmed technology and shooting every panicked person from the Third World trying to force their way into the too few lifeboats left called Ragnarokkr survivalist bastions. And the nations are being swamped. And the lifeboats are being swamped. Fatally swamped. So the safely moored great ship will shoot to kill and then sail away to survive. The puny life boats will also shoot to kill in order to possibly survive if the great ship Australia can steam across the seas to save them by risking itself the way the great ship China/Korea/Japan was not willing to do. But the Third World will perish along with anyone they drag down with them. And the worse part of the tragedy is it was all entirely man made."

'Global Warming?" the aide de camp asked his boss. "Which turned into the Grand Solar Minimum which no one was prepared for because everyone was preparing for the opposite ecological disaster to occur?...."

*** ***

One scientist watched as his computer monitor showed a nightmare vision of a city in Malaydonesia. Millions of people fighting each other to survive in the ruins of a devastated city which once boasted gigantic slums accented by a few extravagant sky scrapers and luxurious status symbol wonders of towering engineering created by hirelings from the West or else Japan or China or South Korea. Now the once tallest skyscrapers in the world were gutted out shells. The rich mansions of the 1% were burned out hunks. The lavish stores which served the 1% were hollow ruins. The status symbol trophies built to prove a Third World failed state could pretend to be the same as an Advanced World super state were all gutted. Burned. Wreaked. Ruined. The rich elite had either fled or else had been killed. All that was left where millions and millions and millions of starving and dying people.

The last luxury ocean liner which had tried to escape the starving mobs with the last rich elite on board was a burned out carcass moored in the destroyed harbor. A symbol of escape turned to massacre. Bobbing in the filth and garbage floating in the debris choked harbor were rubber boats so decayed they barely stayed afloat.

Millions of starving Malaydonesians huddled in the sewage and debris of a city devolving into Muslim Mad Max Mayhem. The island both sinking as underwater earthquakes devastated it while also being flooded by horrific cyclones. No tree or plant left which had not been cut down. The soil and air dense with sulfur smoke from both volcanic eruptions and nonstop jungle peat fires. Nothing intact standing. Broken sewers spewing out noxious sewage poisoning the broken water pipes. No electricity. No power. Every machine broken. Diseased people digging through garbage and corpses littering every street and sidewalk and burned out building. A crazed religious fanatic was delivering a sermon to fire up cannon fodder to be jihadists in the next attack on any still surviving Advanced World nation or city still existing. To attack it. To overwhelm it. To devour it.

"I think the Mos are rounding up cannon fodder Ghazi Razzia Jihadists to attack Singapore" the scientist told the others. He put up two images: the hell hole of Malaydonesia and the insane vision of a luxury ocean liner floating in an empty ocean. "The last of the luxury ships which chauffeured the fleeing elite is floating curiously dead in the ocean. I am mystified why it has not sunk. But no harbor of any Advanced World city will allow it to land so it can't have any food or water left. How the cyclones have not crashed it into the rocks is anyone's guess."

"Is anyone still alive?" another scientist asked. "What video feed is this?"

"I don't know. Not that I can see."

"The rich thought to flee from the Third World failed states they exploited for so long. But no Advanced World port would allow the rich escape ships to land after the Mo migrants threw off their pretense of humanitarian desperation and commenced launching jihad attacks. They shot any ship or boat or raft which tried to land."

"I can't see anyone still alive."

"It is like the ship of the Flying Dutchman."

"A ghost ship?"

"Some ships abandoned for whatever reason float here and there as if ghost ships for years sometimes. Really!"

"It is spooky. The rich passengers thought they could take their riches and escape the messes they created. The crooks. The dictators. The crony corporatists. Only to slowly die trapped on a ship going nowhere."

"What is that madman raving about in that city of Malaydonesia?"

"I think he is saying Singapore. It is a propaganda live feed being sent to the Butcher of Istanbul."

"Singapore has the most massive military defenses imaginable" another scientist said. "In a defense pack with Japan. Ditto Hong Kong which has a defense pack with China. The Singapore Chinese are very K. Really K! I mean really K! It would be suicide."

"When you are starving to death in a cesspool of disease a fast death might be preferable" the first scientist said. "And of course if they die cannon fodder to Allah they get the express to Paradise."

"Do any of those fools really believe that?"

The first scientist shrugged. "Isn't a lie better than admitting to the horror of it all?...."

*** ***

The senior military man sagged in despair as he watched the nightmare unfold on the large if oddly antiquated TV screen oddly retrofitted as if from salvage. "No. Not just ecological disasters which were predicted for a decade before they escalated to freezing doom. Rather because the Divine Leaders of the Muslim Failed States blessed and exploited gross over population of the Islamic Levant and Islamic South Asia and Islamic East Asia and also the gross over population and desperation and panic of Africa as if a Trojan Horse to invade Europe. Great Britain. Canada. New Zealand. Australia. The Americas. The entire Advanced Great Divergence Western World. And likewise to invade the Advanced Great Convergence Asian World. Using desperate people as weapons of war. Using a bogus humanitarian crisis, entirely manufactured, as a battle tactic. A novel form of invasion. Ingenious of course but militarily......" The mysterious commander flinched. The fax beeped. He ignored it.

"Everyone else cut back their population except us" the military officer told his unraveling aide de camp. "Every Muslim was encouraged to breed twenty, thirty, forty, fifty children with his wives. Breeding the baby making biological machines to death. Running through ten or twenty females. Allowing the female children to starve to death if need be. To endlessly mass produce male Jihadists. The gross over population of the Islamic World careening out of control deliberately. Every nation exploding into the millions. Into the billions. Malthus population bomb be damned. Outstripping every resource and infrastructure. Inbred. Uneducated. Diseased. All of which was ideal by the way. Billions of inbred, uneducated, and diseased male jihadists were our bombs. Our weapons of war. And then we unleashed them upon the North West and North East Advanced Worlds. An manmade humanitarian disaster used as a weapon of war to invade and bury the smaller indigenous populations under the sheer weight of our gross over population."

"But only the Christians fell for it and Australia and New Zealand did an about face when they suspected their idealism was being used to destroy them" the aide de camp replied with a voice which betrayed mixed emotions as that small tin of tuna reproached him. The fax machine beeped again. This time his boss pressed the button and received the incoming message. This time he showed it to his aide de camp. It was a confirmation from the Advanced Wing of NATO that the glorious World Jihad was progressing wonderfully. 'Victory any day now.' the fax announced.

"Yes. Only the Christians fell for it" the senior military officer replied in an oddly flat voice. "This fellow here has been saying 'Victory any day now' for over two years .... while pleading for reinforcements and supplies ..... which we no longer have to give him. I give Paris three days before ...." The senior military officer burned the fax in his trash can. "Where was I? Oh yes. The North East Asians very quickly saw how Europe was being destroyed and reacted ruthlessly to save themselves.

They openly warned the West it was committing national and biological suicide. They openly warmed that the enemies of the West, Islam, was allied to Cultural Marxists and Globalists united to destroy the West with such things as multi-culturalism and ethnic and biological diversity while watering down shared cultural values while destroying a shared sense of patriotism and national identity. None of which the Asian Triad did. Because they saw it quite rightly as suicide.

Ditto the threat, which the Asian Triad saw as a threat, the threat of the deliberate femeninization of boys to be psychologically impotent eunuch betas. Thus rendering the soon to be besieged indigenous population without an army to defend it against millions and millions and millions of male Muslims of war age marching into every Western nation. The Asian Triad saved itself. Australia and New Zealand is desperately fighting back. The Canadians pulled a Morlock. And the American Civil War is in its eighth year. So one invasion is stalled and another invasion is .... well ...." The senior military officer switched the TV images to show a devastated Europe. "....A carcass.... But can it be resurrected? The Christians do believe in the miracle of resurrection of course. But is it already too late for the North West to resurrect itself if it can defeat the 'Divine Slavery'?...."

*** ***

The pair of young Morlocks scurried along the deep subterranean tunnels to a construction site. A gigantic new tunnel. They savored the sight with Morlockian joy. "It is so beautiful!" the Anglo Chinese girl whispered.

"It is the new King Henry Tube Line!" the Sikh boy gushed.

"It is so beautiful!" the girl all but wept.

"The drilling is complete dearest! A glorious new tunnel! Now it will be finished and fully electrified!"

"It is so beautiful!" the girl wept. The boy and girl walked up to the towering tunnel under construction. One shaking hand reached out and stroked the curved concrete wall. "A new tunnel!"

"And so deep! The deepest tunnel yet!" the boy said. "This is what we are fighting for!"

"Oh yes! Yes!" the girl wept. "I wish we were on the front lines!"

"But we doing our bit dearest!" the Sikh said as he held her hand. "Now let me show you the new tunnels to expand the old Greenwich Tunnel! To ...." the Sikh gasped as if hypo ventilating. "To the new purposed underground Greenwich City!...."

*** ***

In another tunnel under another city the Morlocks dug professionally despite unbelievably appalling conditions. One dirty miner looked up. "We have far outstripped our safety retrofitting" he told another.

"We can't mine with safety protocols and get underneath the NATO headquarters in time!" another dirty miner replied as he dug furiously. Both men all but naked. Sweaty. Filthy. Improvised ventilation unable to control the heat. Their helmets with crude lights the only source of light. One using a power drill. The other using a shovel to move the dirt back to a crude cart on a cruder railroad track.

"Unless buttressed this could collapse."

"Unless we pick up the pace we won't be able to blow up the power lines to the NATO nukes! I don't care if I die in this damn tunnel in if I die with wire cutters severing the power to the NATO nukes!"

Some earth fell on the sweating shoulders of a miner. Both dirty men looked up. "You might get your wish...."

*** ***

"....We used the Achilles Heel of the Christian West against itself" the aide de camp explained as he reproached himself for accepting that bribe of tuna. It preyed on his sense of morality. "Its Christian values and ideals. Its tolerance. Its graciousness. Its naivete. We exploited its Human Rights laws and suborned its Due Process of Laws. We suborned the UN and EU. We infiltrated naive parties like the Greens and the Labor Party and the Liberals. We manipulated the Luvvies. The Press. The Media. The Movie Stars. We played on the naivete of gullible religious leaders like the Pope who kept apologizing and groveling and kissing the dirty feet of the representatives of invaders who were raping and murdering his flock. We exploited the West's Baldr idealism along with its guilt. Our Loki Insider Traitors and the Brussels Junta betrayed the North West from inside. We cowered or else converted or else bribed their gutless leaders to betray their own citizens. Making popularism sound like fascism and nationalism sound like Nazism. We made democracy sound like something too dangerous to be indulged in. Appealing to the vanity of elite. We lied. We cheated. We counterfeited. We used Taqiyya.

We tricked the West into opening its borders to the hundreds of desperate Muslim migrants. Then thousands of desperate Muslim migrants. Then hundreds of thousands of desperate Muslim migrants. Then millions of desperate Muslim migrants. Then billions of desperate Muslim migrants. The EU kept saying its antiquated protocols could not turn anyone away. Open borders. Human rights. Humanity's suffering. No one knew if it was idealism or gross incompetence or...... fundamental betrayal. The EU was, for whatever reason.... paralyzed. And secretly our so-called national leaders, those Loki Insider Traitors, were. ....."

".....Secret Reverts. 'Visions Of 2050' was their favorite bedside reading matter" the senior military officer replied. "Visions of the extinction of indigenous Europe. Visions of the deliberate genocide of the indigenous people of Europe. Of the West. It was the ultimate insider betrayal. Who needs Judas when you have Loki? Judas killed himself with guilt. The Loki Traitors reveled in their treason. They gloried in their betrayal...."

*** ***

More Morlocks appeared in the dangerous tunnel. "We are reinforcing as fast as possible!" one dirty miner told the two miners in front. "We are trying to pump in more oxygen. How is the air monitor?"

"A canary would work better!"

"Is the cart filled? Roll it away! Bring another empty cart here! Do you need a break?"

"No!" one miner shouted. "We need to reach the power lines!"

"We can't do it by midnight!"

"If we just keep digging in the earth and don't reinforce!"

"And it will probably cave in!"

"We have to cut the energy power lines to the nukes! Everyone is relying on us!"

More dirt crumbled. The miners panted. "Well then move over so I can help shovel the dirt away from the front of the tunnel!"

"You don't have a shovel!"

"I have my hands!..."

*** ***

Wolfe paced the decayed lobby as his men trickled in one by one. "I remember how that huge commercial hit 'Hamilton' was used to justify opening the borders to millions and millions and millions and millions and millions of migrants. Based on their supposed human right to migrate to any country anywhere. Based on the theory that no nation could close its borders to anyone under any circumstances whatsoever which the Regressive Left advocated and the UN and EU promoted. Of course the Asian Triad fortified their borders the moment the UN started to promote that. Australia was lambasted as violating every 'human right' for closing their borders. Just talking about closing the borders to protect the indigenous citizenry was called hate speech and xenophobia. The irony was that Alexander Hamilton was a libertarian nationalist who promoted tariffs to build up America and promote Americans but advocated very limited migration. No less than all of the Founding Fathers. I tore the article out and kept it ever since." He pulled out his old wallet and pulled out the now tattered article to his flamboyantly Gay aide de camp.

"The safety of a republic depends essentially on the energy of a common national sentiment; on a uniformity of principles and habits; on the exemption of the citizens from foreign bias, and prejudice; and on that love of country which will almost invariably be found to be closely connected with birth, education, and family.

... foreigners will generally be apt to bring with them attachments to the persons they have left behind; to the country of their nativity, and to its particular customs and manners. They will also entertain opinions on government congenial with those under which they have lived; or, if they should be led hither from a preference to ours..... how extremely unlikely is it that they will bring with them that temperate love of liberty, so essential to real republicanism? There may, as to particular individuals, and at particular times, be occasional exceptions to these remarks, yet such is the general rule. The influx of foreigners must, therefore, tend to produce a heterogeneous compound; to change and corrupt the national spirit; to complicate and confound public opinion; to introduce foreign propensities. In the composition of society, the harmony of the ingredients is all-important, and whatever tends to a discordant intermixture must have an injurious tendency....

....The United States have already felt the evils of incorporating a large number of foreigners into their national mass; by promoting in different classes different predilections in favor of particular foreign nations, and antipathies against others, it has served very much to divide the community and to distract our councils. It has been often likely to compromise the interests of our own country in favor of another. The permanent effect of such a policy will be, that in times of great public danger there will be always a numerous body of men, of whom there may be just grounds of distrust; the suspicion alone will weaken the strength of the nation, but their force may be actually employed in assisting an invader."

"'Discordant intermixture must have an injurious tendency' how tragically perceptive! And written centuries before the Putnam report" the flamboyant Gay replied. "And it has been proven to be tragically correct. Only a monoculture firmly rooted on one shared set of ideals and identity unified by a strong sense of nationalism can survive in times of crisis. The Loki Insider Traitors invented 'multi-cultural diversity is our strength' to destroy the West from within...... and it has...."

*** ***

"...... But the Asians were ruthless enough to believe they were entitled to save themselves" the aide de camp replied. "Their nations. Their cultures. Their values. Their religions. Their futures. Their indigenous populations. Their identity. Their presence on earth. They did not feel the irrational guilt or the moral need to justify whatever means were necessary to save themselves from extinction from an alien invasive species bent on overwhelming and annihilating the indigenous species utterly."

"Survival of the fittest or most ruthless or most desperate" the senior military officer mused. "Darwin's theory of nature's evolutionary instinct to survive at any cost apparently was eradicated from the too civilized European soul" Both men watched historic images on the monitor of the start of the human tidal wave of defacto conquest by millions of desperate and starving and diseased migrants breaching Europe's borders. A flood of millions of Muslim migrants of war age overwhelming Europe's defenses. Overwhelming Europe's police and civic authorities. Overwhelming Europe's social cohesion. Overwhelming Europe's cities. Overwhelming Europe's finances. Overwhelming and destroying Europe's infrastructure and ability to cope or even survive the onslaught until the millions of invading Muslims simply buried the indigenous population under its misery and ruthless determination to survive at any cost in the face of a people rendered too civilized to fight back against their Great Displacement leading to their Great Replacement which was their Great Extermination and ultimately their Great Erasure.

"Fanatical Muslim Divine Leaders and corrupt Muslim Dictators and greedy Muslim Smugglers and ruthless Muslim Slavers encouraged gross over breeding" the senior military officer explained as the horrifying images played out on the TV screen. "Gross Over breeding by Muslims and Africans as the rest of the world imposed strict population controls to drastically reduce their populations in the face of the repercussions of supposed Global Warming. Western leaders encouraging the indigenous population not to reproduce while the Eastern leaders ordered an one child limit. Muslim Divine Leaders exploiting gross over population to wage Jihad on a suddenly drastically underpopulated world while Muslim Dictators cynically exported the repercussions of their failure as a safety valve. All while Muslim Smugglers and Muslim Slavers dangled the chance to escaped doom to desperate and diseased and starving and dying Africans. Revert to Islam or else sell yourself into Islamic Slavery and get a ticket to Europe where even the streets were paved in gold. Millions, billions, of Muslims, many newly minted, were unleashed onto the West. The East. The World. An unstoppable human tidal wave."

"A tidal wave which was really a Trojan Horse" the aide de camp told his boss as the nightmare images filled the monitor screen. "At that point even the Pope was advising his Catholics not to breed like rabbits and even the Indians were imposing a desperate one child policy with a lottery for each breeding pair to draw the sex of their one official child based on the statistical needs to insure a balance of the sexes. All to rein in gross over population in the face of the repercussions of what was suppose to be Global Warming. Everyone else desperately reined in their population to the minimum level. Except for the Islamic World. And Africa.

The result was a tidal wave of Muslims and African Reverts. Mostly Muslim males of war age. They did not need weapons to conquer their historic enemy. They just had to overwhelm them. Like locusts. Like army ants. An all devouring, all destructive flood of humanity. And so cheaply. Cheap rubber rafts and cheaper life jackets stuffed with paper. Migrants paying all they had. The rest of the desperate selling themselves if they had no money. Either way. It was an entirely winnable and enriching way to wage war in the guise of a humanitarian crisis while profiting off misery. All while escaping the repercussions of their own leaders' own gross incompetence, misrule, corruption, and brutality ----- at least temporarily."

"Yes" the senior military officer replied with soft sorrow in his voice as he watched the nightmare unfold on the TV monitor. One part of the large but oddly retrofitted screen projecting hundreds of thousands of diseased and desperate and starving migrants flooding the West, the other part of the screen projecting hundreds of thousands of diseased and desperate and starving migrants trying to flood the East. "The indigenous Western species did not stand a chance against the invasive species ----- especially after they discovered they were being betrayed from within. By covert Reverts. Islam buried Europe and the entire West in millions, billions, of desperate and diseased and starving people. Failed states exporting the byproducts of their failure to destroy the most advanced civilization on earth ----- aided and abetted by suicidal mental cases who actually wanted to see their own Western culture destroyed. Aided and abetted by covert converts with ulterior motives. The Loki Insider Traitors...."

*** ***

The all terrain vehicle careened crazily over the snow choked road toward the secret Ragnarokkr Survivalist bastion. The leader of the fanatic Greens ranted about the Greenpeace vision of the world. "Totally de-industrialized! Humanity returned to a primordial pastoral vision of ...."

"....Did you deliberately join the Islamists?" the brooding man in the back seat asked suddenly.

The fanatic feminist stopped ranting and raving to peer through the rear view mirror. "Eh?"

"Like the woman's march of victory to celebrate the election of Big Sis?" the brooding man asked. "It was organized by Linda Sarsour who was implicated up to her neck in the Hamas terrorist organization and Salah Sarsour who was the indicted financier to Hamas. Including every Hamas chapter engaging in terrorism at home and abroad. Including the Hamas chapters engaging in terrorism against Israel. Linda Sarsour openly praised Sharia was the glorious ideal for America — while making the iconic poster for the march of an American face in an American flag hijab.

The future of course became that. America is ruled by Sharia and Islam ---- except for the Red Rebels who rebelled in the Red States. The Democratic Party and the Feminists becoming the defacto party and official ally of Islam. Both the party and your allies promoting and advancing Islam and open borders to millions and millions and millions of Muslim males of war age. Even going so far as to insist that every inhabitant of every Third World failed state had an automatic human right to march into America and claim every perk and privilege which the indigenous lawful citizenry were heretofore entitled to. Including not even being vented ---- which Big Sis admitted on Weakileaks was totally impossible — and even after ISIS said they planned to exploit open borders to bring terrorists into every Western country. And for some odd reason that translated into millions and millions and millions of Mos. Not the last Christians being exterminated in the Near East. Just Mos. Millions and millions and millions of Mos. At the cost of billions. Trillions. Overwhelming and bankrupting the country.

Muslims running both the Democratic Party and the Feminist Movement by the end of 2018. Both parties promoting and advancing Islam and open borders and free tampons and unlimited abortion of the indigenous population. Including late term abortion. Then including post birth abortion: infanticide. Then including post birth of all male babies. Then enforced abortion of all babies of the indigenous 'D's except for Muslim babies. It certainly encouraged people to convert to Islam. Otherwise there was only 'D' persecution and enforced infanticide genocide.

Going so far as to have not only Communists at Big Sis' convention but a Muslim speaker who openly declared that Sharia trumped the U S Constitution — while pretending to wave a copy of the U S Constitution ---- while on record as a lawyer declaring that Sharia trumped all Western laws. As that iconic image of an American face in an American flag hijab became America the Islamic country with Sharia Law instead of the U S Construction. And any American female between the age of six and ninety six who did not want to be raped was told she had to veil or else! Uncovered meat ...... That is the problem....."

"How else could we overthrow the government?" the radical Green said as she looked through the rearview mirror at the heavy set man in the back seat. "How else could we overthrow the government and patriarchy?"

"But Islam not only the ultimate totalitarianism but the ultimate patriarchy and the exact opposite of what any feminist would want. To be reduced to a 'ward - property' of a mehram master owner? Worth half of a man? Who cannot leave her mehram's home excerpt by permission and under guard and fully veiled from head to toe? Who must obey her master owner totally? Who can be raped and beaten by her master owner? How has almost no rights whatsoever? With half the brains of a man? Who can be stoned to death for being a victim of rape? Whose whole body is Awrah? Shameful? Who cannot so much as look at a male other than her master owner? The sexes totally segregated? Only valued for her hymen and womb? Whose vagina can and must be hacked off? Circumcised? During that last woman's march celebrating the election of Big Sis women went topless or dressed as gigantic vaginas. Two years later all women were ordered to not only veil from top to toe but have their vaginas hacked off. Except for Lesbians of course. Big Sis, being one, spared you. The Democratic Party betrayed first the white male union workers. Then the poor Blacks. The poor Latinos. Then Gays. Then Jews. Every sucker who ever voted for them. Then women. Everyone else sacrificed on the altar of their total infatuation: Male Muslims of War Age. Why?"

The fanatic Green looked through the rearview mirror at the man in the back seat. "It was the only way to overthrow the government. The white working class union males were rebelling. They knew they were being betrayed. Four out of five females were denouncing feminists. They were rebelling. Over half refused to vote for Big Sis! The Judases! Blacks were starting to waver being both so poor and so socially and religiously conservative. Unlike the Democratic Party. So were Latinos who suspected that they were just being used to drive down wages to peon levels as well as being socially and religiously conservative. Stone age Neanderthals! The Gays were starting to listen to Milo and realize that millions of Muslims pouring into the country endangered their very lives. They were always expendable anyway! Tools toward an end game! Rules for Radicals!

Jews! The gullible fools! We always planned on exterminating them! Name one Leftist or SJW who did not love the Palestinians and Hamas and hate Israel and also hate Jews? The Jews poisoned Mohammad. The Mos pathologically hate every Jew no less than every Gay! Blacks! Those Abeeds! Nigger slaves! We could not have our cake and eat it too. The Muslim Males of War Age were what we needed to overthrow the West. So everyone else was expendable. Do you know that the founder of Planned Parenthood, Singer, used the organization as benign genocide? To force the inferior niggers to die out? They all had to die out! To save the planet! Niggers and Whities and Greasebacks and Fags and Shiksas! They all have to die out!"

"I assume you assume you can highjack Islam to become your new Communism?" the heavy set man asked. "They don't appear to be under your control?"

The fanatic Green stared through the rearview mirror at the heavy set man with suddenly suspicious eyes.....

*** ***

".....And now the Divine Leaders are planning to finish the 'unfinished business' by flooding Australia and India with a tidal wave of suffering humanity" the military commander said as his silhouette before the TV monitor was dwarfed by the nightmare vision of an endless march of hundreds of thousands of Muslim male migrants of war age vomiting out of ferries to overwhelm Greece and then Europe. The tide of humanity apparently bottomless. "And the next targets are being set up now as I debrief you. South Korea. Japan. China. The Asian Triad." The military officer tugged one ear lobe thoughtfully. "I wonder if the schedule will be bumped up now that the Suburbs are about to fall and the mining is inching toward our collective jugular? Our last remaining power sources?"

"Why didn't you tell the head of the Brussels Junta about the fact the enemy might be mining toward the Final Option Sir? To paralyze the use of the Final Option?"

"Didn't I?" the boss told his aide de camp blandly. "It is probably just to demodulate us."

"They won't be so naive" the aide de camp replied grimly. "The Asia Triad I mean. Not after the Russian nuclear winter debacle which contaminated nearly the whole of Russia. Not after the Muslim Massacres of Buddhist Burma and Buddhist Cambodia. When Bangladesh exported millions of diseased and starving migrants into Buddhist Burma as well as India. Buddhist Burma, Cambodia, and the whole of that part of Asia was overwhelmed and butchered. Vietnam is being used by China as the proxy battleground to protect itself. The Vietnamese are reliving the 'American War' and recycling their caves and underground bunkers.

India is being massacred. Caught in a pincer between Pakistan and Bangladesh. Caught between murderous high tech war by Pakistani Jihadists and murderous low tech war by diseased and starving and suicidal Bangladeshi migrant invaders. With 45% of their population caught in the middle. Muslim Indians. The 5th column. And of course they naturally continued to grossly over breed as the rest of the Hindus drastically and desperately cut their population down to the bone in order to survive the supposed disaster of Global Warming. That meant that the Indian Muslims went from 20% to a near majority. The Indian Muslims were encouraged to breed conquest by gross over population. So they did."

"And the result was a civil war in India as well as a war on every front" the senior military officer said as the TV projected horrifying images of New Delhi on fire, missiles exploiting, armies attacking each other. "The pivotal people being the 45% of the population who were Muslim Indians. Pakistan assumed they would side with them and launched the land war accordingly. If prematurely. Because half of the Indian Muslims did side with them. But half sided with secular India. Holding to their oath of citizenship. So India is now being crucified in a horrifying civil war. War on the Pakistani front. War on the Bangladeshi front. And war from within. While shooting fleeing refugees from the glacier covered Himalayas.

All while trying to fight the repercussions of glaciers and freezing snow wiping out the Punjab which used to be their wheat growing region while monsoons behave erratically while cyclones flood the Southern lowlands which used to be their rice bowls. No one knows who is loyal and who is a traitor. Or what constitutes treason. Is treason siding with Islam and the Ummah and the New Caliphate? Or is treason adhering to one's oath of citizenship? Either way India is imploding. So India is in all probability doomed regardless of who wins the war."

Then the TV screen switched to scenes of shocking carnage in the once Buddhist nations, famous Buddhist landmarks blown up, mountains of dead Buddhist monks, cities on fire, and landscapes of utter devastation. "The Buddhists knew what happened to the Gandhara Buddhist Civilization so this time they fought back" the aide de camp said as the nightmare unfolded on the TV screen. "No more passive, fatalistic Buddhist resignation in the face of Islamic extermination. They even blew up their complex rice irrigation systems so at least the starving invaders would not get their unraveling 'Rice Bowl' agricultural infrastructure they desperately needed to stop famine back in their devastated countries. And the agricultural Buddhist peasants chose to die fighting rather than being enslaved. So the 'Rice Bowls perished. And so Rice Production perished.

And now the volcanic ravaged Malaydonesia is on fire. A wild fire that cannot be stopped. A permanent peat wild fire that can never be extinguished. Malaydonesia is in ecological melt down. Two thirds of its islands flooded as the Ring of Fire underwater volcanos devastate the region. Malaydonesia sits right smack on top of the Ring of Fire. Not even Japan was ravaged as badly! All of its port cities were shattered and flooded and flattened and destroyed between the eruptions and earthquakes and tsunamis and sulfur clouds. As if a nuclear winter. Its infrastructure was totally overwhelmed and devastated. Sewers. Aqueducts. Power lines. Telecommunications. Transportation. Its agriculture was totally wreaked. Smoke from the out of control jungle peat fires so dense the air is like black fog. Suffocating. Crammed with every Muslim refugee from all of the Muslim East Asian Islands. Millions ..... Billions .... of Muslim refugees crammed into sinking and flooded Malaydonesia.

And the pogroms waged on the Shirk of Malaydonesia hurt rather than helped the long term survival of The Faithful. It did not help the survival rate. It did not help the rationing. It did not free up more food for the starving Faithful. It was more a human sacrifice which achieved nothing practical. A gesture of panic. A diversion tactic so the hysterical would not go after dictators in power or their cronies — who tried to flee which also did not help the crisis. The Faithful massacred the best educated and most productive people. The Chinese. The Hindus. The Christians. The Buddhists. The rest of the Shirk fled with all of their capital and their resources. The best brains. The best doctors and scientists and engineers. The very experts Malaydonesia needed. All fleeing to Singapore or Hong Kong or Australia like so many other Harbi and Shirks.

And unlike the fleeing Muslims, they were allowed into the Ragnarokkr Survivalist cities. Unlike the swarms of Muslim migrants. Or even the luxury liners filled by fleeing rich Muslims. Any Muslims. No Muslims. As you say. The life boats opened fire on the swarm floundering in the storm waters. The unraveling and besieged Advanced World nations and cities. And when the Jihadi fanatics massacred every last Shirk in Buddhist Bali and incinerated the entire Shirk Bali artistic legacy in a gigantic Jahiliyyah Bon Fire then the rest of the Buddhists of Asia knew that Bali was their own death sentence written large."

"Bali was the Buddhist equivalent of the Jewish Medina Trench" the senior military officer said softly as the TV monitor showed the tragedy of Bali's incineration. Mountains of priceless art on fire. Mountains of human corpses on fire. "The Dire Wolf is implacable in its lust to devour."

"Yes" the aide de camp replied. "Bali was the Buddhist Medina Trench. The open grave intended to bury the entire Shirk Buddhist Civilization. To appease Allah. A human sacrifice to appease Allah. But it did not save the Faithful. It did not deliver the victory. It just spread the world war around the world. It seems Allah is oblivious to his Faithful. For Allah is doing nothing to save us Sir!"

"To save us from the repercussions of our own historic failure or suicidal inclinations?" the senior military officer asked dryly. The fax beeped. The senior officer ignored the beep.

"I would not put it that way" the aide de camp sputtered as he stared at that beeping fax machine as nervy hands clutched that precious tin of food. "The fanatics thought Allah was punishing The Faithful because they were not fanatic enough. They were not exterminating the Kafir and The Shirk fast enough. But it did not ..... well ..... help ..... did it?"

"Not the Buddhists. And not The Faithful. No! All it did was broadcast our intentions to the whole world. So no. The surviving Asians will not be so naive in the face of their Great Displacement. Not like the Christians of Europe. They will not submit passively to their Great Replacement. They will not passively fall into that open grave dug for them or surrender to their genocide as one species is overwhelmed and exterminated by another species. They will not go blandly into their extinction or erasure" the senior military officer replied as the images changed from the Death of Bali into a horrifying Battle of The Outer Japanese Islands (which were in fact the Inner Japanese Islands because of the Ring of Fire).

The TV screen projected the nightmare scene as a flotilla of thousands of flimsy rubber rafts filled with starving and desperate and diseased Muslim migrants tried to land in the face of automated artillery and mechanized machine guns. "Robots in Japan might be sentient but they don't have feelings to be fatally lulled into opening their borders to suffering humanity intent on overwhelming them and burying them in their suffering" the senior military officer explained as the nightmare battle unfolded. The nighttime scene only making the carnage more hellish. "It reminds me of Army Ants marching relentlessly across the jungle landscape, even using their own bodies to form bridges over which the Ant Army marches. The sheer gross over population making human life totally expendable. Life is so pointless and unendurable. Death and the delusional dream of Paradise is preferable. Every migrant invader wearing suicide vests and carrying keys to paradise."

"Are those vests..." the aide de camp asked.

"Yeah. The old cheap and entirely bogus 'life preservers' which were always fake. Just stuffed with paper. Death masquerading as life savers. Now the charade has been dropped entirely. The bogus life jackets have been converted into suicide vests. The suicidal know they are hurling themselves into the Medina Trench. They don't care. Earth is hell anyway. So why not blow themselves up."

"So many are children" the aide de camp marveled. "Women and children!"

"When you have billions of diseased and starving people trapped on devastated islands which are flooding with one part of the main island engulfed by permanent peat wildfires so terrible the very air is unbreathable and food is nought but ..... Halal R ..... then death is preferable. And the children and females are especially expendable. That is why they are always left behind. Abandoned. The males of war age are off devouring the carcass of the Christian Philippines."

"What is left to devour there?" the aide de camp asked his boss as that fax machine beeped. Both men watched the beeping light but neither moved toward the beeping light. The aide de camp did not dare er he appear to suspect his boss. His boss declined while his aide de camp was there.

"Not much" the boss said as he ignored the beeping light of the fax machine. The TV screen turned to a new scene of horror. "The Philippines has already been utterly destroyed by the savage Ghazi Razzia following the invasion from Malaydonesia. The Dogs of War of Garmr tore the Philippines to pieces so there won't be much to cull. The indigenous were caught in a pincer between the effects of the Ring of Fire and volcanic winter and nonstop Islamic Jihad. Continuous migrant humanitarian crises turning into continuous migrant invasions turning into continuous migrant assaults and rampages combined with continuous terror bombings to kill the democratically elected leaders and civic bureaucrats and engineers and scientists and technicians the Philippines needed to mount a counter defense ---- or fight ecological disaster.

The terrorism was intended to destabilize the Philippines in order to create such crippling chaos as to soften up the Christians to allow conquest. Bombs killing the leaders of the nation. Bombs killing the brains of the nation. Bombs destroying the flooding infrastructure and flooding power plants and flooding sewage systems. Bombs blowing up the schools and hospitals. Bombs wreaking the command structure and dissolving law and order and unraveling social cohesion. Bombs creating chaos and terror. Bombs and terror fatally weakening the indigenous species in preparation for conquest. For their Great Displacement. For their Great Replacement. For their Great Errasure. The Dire Wolf Fenrir feasted. But he left very little intact.

An indigenous species overwhelmed by a more aggressive invasive species more ruthlessly determined to survive. But in the meantime the repercussions of a Grand Solar Minimum frosted by magnetic gyrations was racketing up. And no one anticipated volcanic disasters which proved to be the tipping point of ecological collapse. The Yggdrasil Point of No Return. And so weakened, the Philippines could not cope with ecological disaster while fighting an invasion disguised as a migrant crisis garnished by terrorism. The later two apparently disconnected but actually working hand in hand to conquer a nation in the guise of a humanitarian crisis. One apparently fleeing terrorism but in fact working hand in hand with terrorism. A Trojan Horse bring down the citadel from within. Unconventional warfare wearing the perfect disguise. Unconventional warfare achieving what conventional warfare could never achieve. But playing the Four Headed Serpent of Calamity Wild Card is dangerous...."

*** ***

The scientists plotted graphs with precision but the eccentric lord listened to intercepted signals with his headphones hoping to intercept Green transmissions. Then he turned on his computer to survey an interception from Bangladesh. The nightmare vision of millions of starving Bangladeshis trapped in a partly flooded, badly eroded, and decayed landscape stripped of all botanic life, ravished by tsunamis, filled with industrial as well as human garbage, highly toxic computer 'recycling' (actually computer dumping), sewage, polluted water, and apparently miles and miles and miles and miles of slums and migrant camps. The whole landscape to the far horizon nought but one gigantic migrant camp of men, women, and children stewing their own filth. The conditions beyond the pale of horrific.

"Soylent Green' has happened. Billions of human beings have multiplied beyond any ability of the planet to support. Whole populations doubling in twenty years. Every twenty years. Millions doubling to billions every twenty years. Billions doubling to ...... well......All in the poorest countries of the Tropic Zones. Almost all in the failed states of Africa and the Muslim countries. What sort of sick religion blesses grossly inbred overpopulation as a weapon of war? What did that insane Muslim diplomat rave about in the UN in 1974? Houari Boumedienne?" He opened another file and read its dire contents:

'One day millions of men will leave the South Hemipshere to go to the North Hemisphere. And they will not go there as friends. Because they will go there to conquer it. And they will conquer it with their sons. The wombs of our women will give us victory....' What sort of sick religion blesses this? And what sort of sick ideology of the Cultural Marxists propelled them to brow beat the West into opening their borders to billions of starving and diseased migrants? Almost all men and boys of war age? When did grossly inbred over population by Rs become a 'human right which the K West had to crucify itself for?...."

*** ***

"....But it was the perfect fifth column for which the Christians had no defense" the aide de camp protested. "A fifth column using Christian values against the Christians as if their Achilles Heel. 'Turning the other cheek' does not insure survival of the fittest in the middle of an ecological disaster. 'Sharing' has no place when everyone is fighting to get into that last lifeboat. The Christians were always a people of 'Gross Error'. God was never on their side. Allah u Akbar! Allah is Greater! Our God is greater!"

"Then the major invasions started in earnest -----as flotillas of hundreds of thousands of diseased and starving Muslim migrants commenced invading the dying Christian bastion" the senior military officer told his aide de camp as nightmare images played out on the TV screen. "Hundreds of thousands assaulting the Philippines in each wave. Wave after wave after wave. A nonstop tidal wave of desperate and determined humanity."

"Why won't you answer the fax Sir?"

"Because it is not important —at this particular moment" the senior military man replied enigmatically.

"Do you want me to answer it Sir?" the aide de camp asked.

"No. It is not important — at this particular moment" the senior military man replied enigmatically...."

*** ***

Morlocks scurried underground as if dirty human moles as they jerry rigged the two tunnels with every sort of improvised thing to keep digging. Digging. Digging. "This is not working" one begrimed Morlock told the other as hundreds of human moles laboriously hauled carts of earth away through endless tunnels. "We have to decide on one tunnel! Either to cut the power to the NATO nukes or else cut the power to the NATO bunker where the brains are. Behead NATO or else disarm NATO. Which is it?...."

*** ***

"But the modus operandi of unconventional war worked beautifully did it not?" the aide de camp told his boss as he tried to ignore that beeping light while one nervy hand held that illegal tin of precious tuna. "At least in theory" he added as one hand clutched that small tin of tuna which compromised him. "The theory was based on finding the one thing the Advanced World could not defend itself against. It was based on the theory of a plague. A virus if you will. A virus which pierces the outer defenses of the indigenous host. The skin. The borders. Then the virus attacks the immune system. The white blood cells. The economy. The virus sucks and sucks and sucks and multiplies and multiplies and multiplies as it sucks and sucks and sucks until finally the virus overwhelms and drains the strength of the host until the host weakens, dizzy, staggering, debilitated, confused.

The host is too confused to understand he is internally imploding. Fatally infected. Attacked but within. Attacked by an invisible enemy. The 5th column virus. Causing economic stress and financial enfeebling and finally bankruptcy of the healthy blood cells which unravels the coherence of the host being assaulted. The virus multiplies uncontrollably. Dazed panic sets in. Confusion. Social cohesion implodes. The host becomes feverous. Delirious. Unable to mount a counter defense. Unable to connect the dots. Unable to even understand what is even happening because what is happening is so covert. Unconventional warfare at its most unconventional .The sickness being induced by the still concealed virus is paralyzing the responses of the host before he can fight back. Or even realize he is under assault. The host becomes too sick before the host can even realize what the virus is which is assaulting him.

Then the virus attacks the central nervous system with chaos. Terrorism. Anarchy. Confusion. Misdirection. And intimidation. With arson. With rioting. With assaults. With rapes. With nonstop disruptions. With endless mini crises and confrontations and discombobulations. With the blur of multi-cultural deliriums. With the malaise of double speak. With the groggy vagary of political correctness. With the delusion that the host is not really as fatally sick as the host really is. The liberal media continuously assuring the host that the illness is just a cold caused by historic guilt and racism. A chill of a reaction to a humanitarian crisis. That the invading virus of hundreds of thousands of Muslim migrant organisms devouring the host is not a fatal infestation but rather a blessing. That the infecting cold will make the host stronger. That the virus is not virulent. That the disease is not a disease but rather a cure.

Then the command structure staggers as the virus attacks the brain of the host. The authorities. The police. They are overwhelmed. Confused. Enfeebled. The security forces. Overwhelmed. Confused. Disrupted. The government is too confused to act timely. Delirious. Politicians are too hallucinating to act effectively. Ignoring the symptoms of pain of the body public to respond until it is too late. By then the leaders of the community are too weak and appeasing to act aggressively to the assault. The virus shuts down the brain before it can even realize it is under assault by a virus and can mount a defensive counter attack. The feverous delirium stops any desperate attempt to take some painful medicine to counteract the virus which is invading the host from within. The virus renders the host impotent. The virus paralyzes its victim. The body. The body public. The nation.

Once paralyzed then the virus can attack the muscles. The national strength of the host. The national assets. The national riches. The wealth. The prosperity. By diverting the taxes while draining the assets while absorbing the riches. The host is thus relentlessly enfeebled and weakened toward a coma of conquest. The host is too prostrate to mount any counterattack to the relentless assault of the virus of the 5th column invasion devouring him from within. Then the virus can devour the organs ie the indigenous citizenry one by one. Devouring the host at its leisure.

"Until the host dies of course" the senior military officer replied as the fax stopped beeping at last.

"Well the modus operandi of the virus of conquest did not take into account the possibility that the host would die. The plan was predicated on the theory that the virus could feed indefinitely off the host forever."

"Like a parasite?" the senior military officer asked with dry irony.

"Well that is not the term the Beloved Leader and the Divine Leaders would use. But yes. After all. The millions of Muslim migrants did overwhelm Europe and bankrupt it. Sucking its social safety net dry. Sucking its dole dry. Sucking its healthcare dry. Sucking its resources dry. Sucking its infrastructure dry. Sucking its assets and riches dry. Sucking its taxes dry. Sucking its indigenous citizenry dry. Incrementally taking everything as if a cancer. Sucking everything out of it. Devouring the host from within. So well.... yes...."

"Until the host died under the onslaught of the parasitic virus" the boss asked his aide de camp. "Or is it the parasitic cancer?"

"Well that was not the exact plan. Though I admit Europe is now sickly.....maybe dying......."

"Europe is gangrenous!" the senior military officer replied. "The Philippines are gangrenous!"

"Well the plan did not go entirely..."

*** ***

The Hunter listened through the headphones as he tried to catch the enemy transmissions through the artificial noise. Then he throw the headphones down with disgust. "I hate Hedy Lamarr!" He snarled. "The Morlocks are transmitting while concealing their transmissions under a mantle of noise. They have definitely tried to cut our communications to Brussels NATO. There has to be a reason."

"What about that prisoner we captured? The Morlock whore? The one who has not broken yet?"

"Break that whore! Even if you have to tear out the knowledge she is hiding out of her brain with your bare fingers! Break that whore of a spy! We have to find out when the enemy is making its move! The last communication we had from Brussels NATO was that the budge had become a full blown insurrection along the whole Double Eagle Alliance line."

"We can't reach anyone Sir! But it could just be the magnetic gyrations Sir!

"No! The enemy is making a push!"

"But surely not here Sir. We would have heard! The Commander of The Tower Fortress has not made any announcements Sir" The head of communications looked at the Hunter with slight disapproval as if an uppity nail which needed hammering down. But the Hunter was not to be deferred.

"I think the long anticipated counter offensive is about to start" the Hunter declared.

"That is not possible Sir! Dar u Islamic Anglestan is totally subjugated Sir!"

"When was the last time you get a transmission from Birmingham or Manchester?" the Hunter snarled.

"Well..."

"Or the unit we deployed along the York Road?"

"Well...."

"The enemy has cut London off! It is encircled! The enemy is about to mount the long anticipated counter attack!"

"The Commander of the Tower Fortress has not said that Sir."

"Sent out more helicopters!"

"We are rationing...."

The Hunter pounded the desk with one fist.

"And our rations of fuel and ammo are running low."

The Hunter pounded the desk again.

"Unless the Commander of The Tower Fortress presses his thumb on the order Sir I cannot send out!...."

The Hunter stood up. "I will speak to the damn Commander! The enemy is moving! Something is about to go down!..."

*** ***

".....The bait for the desperate Muslim migrants volunteering to act as virus organisms was the promise of escape from the devastation of Malaydonesia: the senior military man said. "The bait for the Muslim suicides was Paradise. The bait for the Muslims who survived the coma of conquest was Ghazi Razzia. Indiscriminate devouring. 'Whatever thy right hand possesses do with as you will.' Burn, pillage, rape, enslave and devour. Harvest the riches of the infidel and cull the possessions of the unbeliever and confiscate the war booty of the kafir. Take. Take. Take. Feed. Feed. Feed. Devour. Devour. Devour. Devouring the host down to the bones of the carcass. And if The Faithful dies, which sooner or later they will die being devouring parasites, they dies as jihadi parasites. Paradise for parasites assured.

Now of course no vulnerable indigenous species are left alive to be devoured. The invasive species has displaced and replaced the indigenous species. The parasites rule. All of the hosts are dead. Devoured by the Dire Wolf Fenrir or else ripped to pieces by the Dogs of War of Garmr. Or else fled . Harder to devour. But nothing else is left intact either. Isn't that what happens to plagues and viruses and parasites after they kill the host? The host dies. Then the parasites die unless they can infect another host. The Christian Philippines are dead. The jungles are on fire. The once rich farm lands are flooded or else are burning or else are simply trashed and devastated by looting and devouring. Salt water is contaminating the fresh river water sources. The flooded cities are sinking or else are on fire. The wreaked power plants and sewage treatment plants are flooded or else gutted. Everything has been attacked and looted and pilfered and devoured. Unless the Malaydonesia can find fresh victims to devour they will have nothing left to devour except ....."

"Each other?" the aide de camp replied softly. The senior military man nodded as he switched the TV screen to a nightmare vision of millions of starving Malaydonesians huddled in a flooded, polluted, sewage sodden wasteland. Millions and millions and millions. More millions than the ecologically devastated islands could cope with. "Every resource consumed by too many people. Every tree and plant cut down and devoured" the senior military man said. "Every building gutted or else flooded or else filled by too many people. Too many people everywhere. The infrastructure shattered by earthquakes or overwhelmed by the flooding ocean waters and too many people. Broken and overwhelmed waste treatment plants long ago rendered defunct. Broken and overwhelmed power plants wreaked. Over stressed agriculture wreaked by forest fires or volcanic sulfur and erosion after every tree was cut down. Or else from salt water tainting fresh water. Or else from corruption and wars and too many mouths to feed. Cholera and typhoid and every sort of plague and disease as the floods spread diseases as sanitation collapses from too many people. Arson fires everywhere. Piles of unburied corpses everywhere. The once token skyscrapers burnt out shards. All power sources gone. Everything looted and broken. The starving covering every inch of the debased bastion of Islam Triumphant. Unless the Malaydonesians can invade Japan or South Korea or China or Hong Kong or Singapore or else Australia they are finished. So much for your virus theory of conquest. If the out of control organism has devoured everything else then it is reduced to devouring itself. Rumors say they are resorting to cannibalism on Malaydonesia."

"What about Australia?" the aide de camp chimed in. "Hasn't Zealand fallen?"

"Yesterday. Burned and gutted by the retreating indigenous species who blew up what they could not take" the senior military officer replied as he switched the TV screen to a devastated city on fire. "Ghazi Razzia Jihadists are looting and raping and burning what they find in an orgy of destruction but how does that help the ultimate survival of Malaydonesia? Half of the tiny indigenous population fled to the wilderness. The mountains. The deep snows. That is their home turf. They can wage war for decades there. Snow and Mos do not go together. Half have fled to Australia. The Last Ark of the First World non Muslims of the West."

"So the Battle of Australia is about to commence Sir?"

"Yes. But how does that help?" the senior military officer asked. "If every battle merely destroys? And what is not destroyed by battle is destroyed by Ghazi Razzia looting and arson and rapine? The Dogs of War of Garmr tearing everything and everyone to pieces? The Dire Wolf of Fenrir devouring everything and everyone down to the bone of the carcass? Like jackals devouring the decaying corpse of the very last majestic lion? How does it help? The world is devouring itself down to carcasses. Salvage. And scavenge. All as the Grand Solar Minimum Little Ice Age is racheting up. And this will be the third volcanic winter of no summer."

"But Europe fell Sir. Europe is now Eurabia. So the Beloved Leader and the Divine Leaders have delivered at least part of the promised victory at last. Islam Triumphant. 'It is He who has sent His Messenger with guidance and the Religion of truth and will make it dominate over all religions.' The Koran 61.9. Islam dominates the land of the Christian Crusader at last!"

"Yes. Well. It does not appear to be turning out as everyone anticipated" the senior military officer replied dryly as he turned off the TV and resumed watching the large computer screens. "Madrid is black."

"And other cities are black still" the aide de camp said. "There. There. There. Everywhere. Isn't.....? Oh no! Manchester has gone black."

"Yes" the senior military officer said in an oddly flat voice. "Manchester has gone ........ black. And so soon after Birmingham went black. And now we know what really happened in Birmingham." Both military men flinched. "So London ...... will be ....."

"Next?" the aide de camp whispered in horror. "How? It is the capital city of Dar ul Islam Anglestan."

"And if London goes black then any capital city in Eurabia may go black" the senior military officer said in his oddly flat voice. "I give Paris three days."

"Look. Look. It is ...."

"Dresden is definitely black now."

"But surely not Berlin!"

"Look. Paris is on fire" The senior military officer turned on the TV to reveal images of a city in flames.

"It can't be. And we were so sure it would be Vienna in flames. How? How? The Vienna siege has been going on for almost eight years. And instead it is......?"

"....If London falls then Berlin will fall. For The Dictator of Berlin has ...."

".....But has that really been confirmed? How The Dictator of Berlin really died?"

"Yes. And very badly too....." The scared aide de camp clutched the illegal can of tuna. Meanwhile a mysterious cipher was teletyped across the void toward another mysterious destination. There the Keeper of MIMIR read the cipher. Then the mole-like man picked up his tiny dog and huddled in the middle of an empty bastion which once was called Whitehall. "The Red Rooster Crows. The question is when will the Black Crow craw?

# Chapter Six

The fireman marched toward the bloody sun as it bathed Piccadilly Circus in lurid red. The entire sky so gory red and purple it appeared to be bleeding. The volcanic ash filling the atmosphere turning sunsets into spectacles that lasted for hours and twilight into exercises of purple for an hour. "We need to be careful! We are deep in the heart of the enemy camp now! Stay silent and let me maneuver us across No Man's Land!" He paused and then milled about a destroyed piece of famous Jahiliyyah pollution as he nonchalantly stood over a curious manhole cover. He eyed the level of the sunset to guestimate the time. Then he casually placed a hand into a pocket of his black leather trousers and pulled a cord which opened a pocket. Something dropped out of the pocket and down one leg into the curious manhole cover. Then the fireman nonchalantly milled around the vandalized piece of famous Jahiliyyah pollution as his eye searched the burned out neon as if struggling to remember what once adored the bright neon of the now befouled traffic circle.

Meanwhile the 'mailman' retrieve the 'mail' and closed the curious hole of the manhole cover. Then he shut down the tiny camera. He climbed down the ladder and unwrapped the pilfered piece of intel found in a trash can of the Captain of the Elephant & Castle Fire Department. It was a post card of a piece of art. A very famous piece of lost art. Then the 'mailman' rushed to a secured fax and typed 'Madame X has been located. The hunt is on. Elephant & Castle is ahead of us. And our man inside is on his tri-night walkabout so he can't help us.'

*** ***

The Hunter grilled the lead fireman as the Elephant & Castle Fire Department busied itself in anticipation of a busy night of burning. "Why are you here? I thought you were tormenting the Commander of the Tower Fortress?" the aide de camp to the fire captain asked.

"Well now I am tormenting you!" the Hunter snarled.

The aide de camp walked away. The lead fireman stood mystified. "So what about the Wallace foul- up? So you say the Wallace treasure house was on fire when you got there? The outside facade was already on fire? So that is why you could not enter it? You did not actually start the fire yourself? It was already on fire?"

"Yeah but it was gutted" the lead fireman explained. "So the Jahiliyyah burned to ash and cinder anyway. And the fire was caused by the Pancras plague. Everyone knows that miasma is highly flammable."

"Do they? Is it?"

"The Shard" the fireman explained. "The British."

"Of course" the Hunter snarled. "The Shard Fire proved it. The British Museum Horror proved it" he snarled ironically. "Of course! Of course! Pancras Plague miasma is as highly flammable as kerosene" he snarled. Then he leaned over and asked softly "Was the sole survivor of the Wallace Fire also the hero of the British Museum fire?"

"Why .....yes. A plucky young lad. Though he was so terrified of the evil inside he admitted he ran away. But then he roused his courage and went back to rescue his mate."

"Who later died tragically ...."

"Oh ....well ..... firemen live dangerous lives."

"Was the sole survivor of the Wallace foul up also at the Shard fire?"

"Oh.....Wait. No! I mean yes! I mean he was on his tri-night walkabout. We don't have beds for every fireman as the other fire departments in historic buildings were destroyed by Pancras flare-ups so we have to ration beds. On alternating nights some of us are out in the cold. And that night the guy you are asking about was out in the cold. The hero if the British Museum fire. Funny. And tonight he picked the short straw too. Odd. Funny that. He will miss one hell of a good Jahiliyyah bonfire tonight."

"So on the night of the Wallace foul-up which killed all but one fireman was our chap on a tri-night walkabout just like the Shard?"

"Oh ......I don't.... Wait. I think he was..... No! He was on duty that night. He does a lovely Prep. Very skilled. He was a famous Youtube teenaged arsonist you know."

"But how did all but one fireman burn inside the Wallace?" the Hunter asked. "If the fire was already burning when your engine arrived?"

The fireman paused from preparing the kerosene. We pulled straws to haul out the stuff earmarked by the Procurer for the Caliph. Before we plan to torch the Jahiliyyah in a really great bonfire. You know. Night shows up the fire so much better. The rabble enjoys it so much more. So five men volunteered to haul out the stuff the Procurer tagged. On account that on previous gigs at other museum treasure houses Pancras sometimes exploded out and killed some firemen sometimes. So it was risky. Prepping has inherit risks. That is why we finally changed our protocols and now we just spray kerosene inside and torch it. Everything still inside. Not try to bring out the stuff to create bon fires for the faithful to enjoy. Just torch the entire treasure house. The Wallace was the last treasure house where we tried to hold a good old fashion bonfire of the Jahiliyyah Vanities. And four of the five men died. So we changed our protocols. No one wanted to volunteer to go inside to haul out Jahiliyyah anymore. Too risky. The Caliph's Procurer was pissed when we changed our protocols."

"So the chap on the tri-night walkabout tonight was a volunteer at the Wallace when the foul-up occurred?"

"I would not call it a foul up. The Wallace did burn. Just not the expected way. But yeah. Brave chap. The Pancras plague vapors can erupt into spontaneous combustion and the vapors build up in sealed up concentrations of Jahiliyyah. So museums are the most dangerous. By the time of the Wallace it was getting damn lethal to haul out the Jahiliyyah for bonfires of the Vanities. So that is why only five volunteered. And only one survived. The Pancras miasma inside the sealed up Wallace Treasure House caught fire."

"And on the night of the Shard Fire this chap was on his tri-night walkabout?"

"Yeah. He was there watching the Shard burn like a towering torch when we arrived. So everyone just watched it burn. What could we do? Our job is to burn. Not save. So we did not have any equipment to spray water to fight the Shard fire. And the Shard was a towering inferno."

"Thanks" the Hunter said. Then the Hunter marched toward the Wallace treasure house. He stared at the burned out hunk which was surrounded by razor wire and skull and cross bones warning of oozing Pancras plague. And indeed a very faint gas oozed out of the small three story treasure house. The Hunter held a handkerchief to his face as he stared at the burned facade.

"Like hell this place was gutted by fire. It was artfully scorched. By a very skilled arsonist. Like the Shard. A very skillful arsonist. A master of arson. A genius with fire. But the Shard was masterfully designed to burn. A towering inferno. This place was artfully scorched. The windows are shuttered. Black shutters. To appear burned. Almost half of the windows are still intact. Or else smashed outward to appear as if windows were exploding from fire inside. The debris is counterfeit. Pancras vapors don't guard empty hunks. Pancras vapors guard Morlock bastions. This treasure house is still intact. Some throwaways tossed and burned to decorate the stage set. That is all. If I was not a good Wahhabist I would bet an illegal pound with Queen Elizabeth's haram face on it that the four firemen were murdered by the only man to 'survive'. Then the stage was decorated and the fire was artfully created. The fire engine came to see a counterfeit fire. So naturally they assumed their job was done for them. And they never investigated. Allah! I am hunting the ultimate double agent. The greatest traitor to Allah that I have ever hunted....."

*** ***

The Knockers routed another mysterious wireless telegraphic message to their teenaged boss. The teenager studied the decoded message as he sucked a lollipop. "From MIMIR. The second such message. But the message which came just before Mr. Mole's message originated from our mysterious ghostly Supervisor Lledrith from the Dead Mail Drop Office. This is getting more and more creepy." Then he inserted it into a petite bleu cylinder after firmly screwing on the gutta percha lid. Then he inserted the message cylinder into the complex brass pneumatic tube network as if loading a gigantic bullet into an even more gigantic revolver. Then he dial the code and ignited the stream powered air pressure. With a blast of air the petite missile was hurled across subterranean London. "What is old is new again" the teenaged head of the Central Wireless Telegraphic Network: Address Number One mused. "Be it Victorian steam powered air pressurized mass telecommunications which have been offline since the 1950s except for Steampunk clubs of antiquated enthusiasts. The original version of not only the Internet but Twitter. And now this. Extraordinary. A mysterious package is coming. An ancient sword. Priority express. Which is to say Priority Victorian express. Well. If this system once express delivered a pet cat then I guess we can express deliver some old sword......"

*** ***

Starving migrants huddled in the outer lobby of the gutted Underground Station as they whispered nervously. "The Urban Myth Whisperers are whispering that it is the Countdown to Ragnarok."

"What is Ragnarok?" a staving Sudanese migrant asked as a starving Somali migrant defecated near by. "Don't shit on my sandals you dirty Abeed nigger. We are all but swimming in your bloody shit as if is. What is Ragnarok?"

"The End of Worlds" a Bangladeshi whispered nervously.

"Stop crapping your bloody shit all over the damn floor you Abeed raisinhead! We are all sitting in urine and shit because of Abeed niggers like you!" a Jordanian shouted as he threw garbage at the sick Somali.

"Ragnarok means the End of the Northern World of the Norse Gods" a Pakistani migrant whispered as he scratched for lice. "Don't shit on us you filthy raisinhead nigger. Shit your shit on the public streets like any civilized man should." The Somali staggered as bloody feces dripped down his legs.

"Are you sick or are you starving?" a starving Palestinian asked. "If you are sick then get the hell out of here. Don't spread your typhoid or cholera by shitting your bloody crap all over us. You damn Abeed nigger! So this Vision of Ragnarok means the End of the Northern Alliance of the Harbi Enemies of Islam you mean? Does that mean there might be food again?"

"No!" another migrant from Morocco snarled. "Halal R is all the likes of us are getting!"

"I hear even the mullahs are reduced to eating Halal R now" a starving Egyptian migrant whispered. "I won't go to mosque anymore. The last time I went to mosque the mullah leading Arabic prayers suddenly jumped off his fucking throne and grabbed a worshiper and ripped off his head. Then he started to devour him. We all ran out screaming!"

"Feralism!"

"Feralism!"

"Feralism is everywhere now!"

"I thought Feralism was suppose to happen slowly? The insanity happening slowly as the disease eats the infected from the inside out."

"I heard when Feralism hits the brain then bang. Dead man walking."

"The Feral Packs are everywhere now. When the night comes no one is safe on the streets. No one!"

"The worst are the Wild Children."

"Mostly they are Scavenger Rats."

"Who will attack anything that moves."

"So will Druggies. Anything that moves."

"No one is safe when the sun goes down."

"Not after dark. Why don't we see them in the daytime? Ferals?"

"Perhaps the light hurts their diseased eyes?"

"No one is safe from them...... The Ferals..... once the sun goes down. When I see the bloody sunsets we have now I shiver in terror of what is coming. The nighttime fills me with dread."

"No one is safe outside anymore!"

"But what with the millions of migrants everywhere it is hard to even find a stairwell which is not filled by suffering members of the Ummah. Much less a roof. Every sidewalk is covered by the starving. The homeless overflowing into the streets."

"The corpses overflowing into the streets you mean."

"Regardless. It draws the Ferals out after the sun sets. They eat anything or anyone. Alive or dead!"

"Feralism is in the food supply."

"Considering that Halal R is our only food supply now is it to be wondered at?"

"What happened to all of the food?" the Palestinian whispered. "There used to be so much food. The damn Najis filthy Kafirs used to treat us like caliphs. House us as if kings in luxury hotels or luxury resorts or even luxury cruise ships. Million pound London townhouses. Luxury halal banquets. TV. Wifi. We used to be able to live like kings. Like caliphs. Lounge all day. Download Hollywood movies for free. Swagger everywhere. Not pay for a thing. Everyone kowtowing to us. Like caliphs. Like kings. They would wait on us. Cowering. We could do anything. Even molest their children and rape their daughters and they would cower before us. Like kings. Like caliphs. Whenever we had a sexual emergency we could drag a blond piece of uncovered meat off any street and have our way. 'Whatever thy right hand possesses do with as you will!' And the gutless Kafir eunuchs would just cower.

Swagger up to a school yard. Pluck any green fruit. Flash 500 euro notes. Jeer the shopkeepers. Then shop lift anyway to taunt them. Beat up the Hindu Shirk Shit. Attack the Sikh Shirk Shit. Kill the Kafir Jews. Make the Najis Christians cower and piss. Do anything. Take anything. Burn down our digs if they were not good enough. Throw the food back in their Najis Kafir faces and say it was not fit for dogs or women. Demand money and riot and wreak everything. Attack the Red Cross workers. Anything. Taharrush just like Cairo Square. And never be brought to book. Immune to prosecution. Like Rotherham. 20 years. Carte blanche to rape. No one dared to stop us. Much less deport us. Beyond the law. Like caliphs. Like kings. But now there is not even food such as the Najis filthy Kafirs used to feed to their Najis filthy dogs. And we are starving. I am starving. Where is the free money we were promised? Where is the food?"

"Oh shut up! We are all starving" a Lebanese migrant snarled.

"Will the Fall of the Northern Alliance of Odin mean we will have food again?"

"Does Ragnarok mean the Harbi are finally going to be defeated? What about the Global Jihad against the Asian Shirk?"

"So if the war is finally over will there be food again?"

"But does Ragnarok mean the Fall of the West or the Fall of Us? The Fall of Eurabia? The Fall of the Occupied West? Of the Fall of Dar ul Islamic Eurabia? Or even the Fall of the Caliphate?"

"Does that mean there will be food again?"

"Or does the rumors of Ragnarok mean the Fall of the Caliphate?"

"Which Caliphate? The New Caliphate? The Rival Caliphate? The Shia Caliphate? The Saudi Caliphate?"

"Does that mean there will be food again?"

"Don't shit in here you Abeed savage. You damn raisinhead nigger! You are crapping all over the lobby. We are sitting in shit and garbage as it is. Your bloody crap is pure puree Najis. Go shit in the streets or else we will shove your shit down your mouth until you choke to death on it!"

"Or does Ragnarok mean the End of the World? As in .....the End of the World?"

"Does that mean there will be food again?"

"All I know is that everyone is whispering that it is the Countdown to Ragnarok. The End of Worlds. That is all I know."

"So does that mean there will be ...."

"Oh shut up! And stop crapping on everyone you damn nigger!"

"I am starving!" the Palestinian screamed. "I am starving! The smugglers said if I handed over my entire clan's monies and two of my three wives and my five daughters and if I survive the journey then I would be wallowing in the riches of the West and I would be able to send home tons of loot from Ghazi Razzia and tons of monies from Jizya to support my best wife and sons. All while living like a caliph on the dole. But where is the money? There is no money! No money and no dole and no NHS and no free digs and no free anything and all I am wallowing in is Najis shit!"

"Stop shitting you damn Abeed nigger! If you can't control your bowels then bugger off outside! Feed the Ferals!"

"We are all starving!"

"I heard the Red Crescent is definitely out of old Pre-Caliphate foods. The last Kafir tins are used up. The last Kafir anything is used up. Even the Red Crescent is down to Halal R."

"But everyone knows that Halal R is contaminated by Feralism."

"Or typhoid or cholera."

"No. That is in the water supply."

"It is in the river."

"The river is the water supply."

"There is no water supply."

"Feralism is in the Halal R. Typhoid and cholera are in the decaying water pumps now that water pipes don't deliver shit except shit. And the sewers are clogged up. And the crap of millions of migrants are pouring into every street along with garbage and overflowing into the river. And the river is now our water supply. So basically we are drinking our own sewage."

The sewage is running all over everywhere now. We are swimming in it. Stop shitting your bloody crap all over the damn lobby or I will shove your nigger face in your puree crap!"

"That nigger is shitting blood. Get out of here you damn Abeed nigger!"

"Which means were are playing Russian Roulette. Spin the chamber of the revolver and hope when you pull the trigger there is no bullet inside. Starve or else eat and hope the Halal R is not contaminated with.... over there. Look! Look! No! No! He is infected! He's got it!"

Then the starving, dirty, raggedly migrants grabbed their crude sticks and brandished them as the Somali migrant defecating bloody feces everywhere suddenly commenced foaming at the mouth. His eyes erupted with blood as he suddenly jerked spastic. Staggering as bloody drool oozed out of his mouth. He stumbled uncontrollably as if a puppet with its strings cut. Then the Somali suddenly lunged toward the Sudanese migrant and ripped his jugular out with his few remaining teeth. Blood sprayed as the crazed man savagely ripped the throat open. Blood exploding out! Then the Somali plunged his mouth into the ripped flesh and spewing blood to drink and feed!

The hundreds of starving migrants crammed into the filthy lobby screamed. Panic erupted as the madman tore the throat wide open before devouring the dead man's face. Screaming migrants desperately tried to flee outside. Other screaming migrants desperately tried to run down the inner stairs to the fenced and bordered up depths into the condemned Underground. There they helplessly raddled the metal barriers and pounded on the wooden barriers and razor wire. Other starving migrants tried to run up the inner stairs only to find more wooden barriers and razor wire. They were trapped!

Other starving migrants used their crude sticks to stab at the crazed man as he commenced ripping the carcass of the Sudanese to bloody shards. Blood spraying everywhere! In reply to the puny sticks the crazed man vomited out blood and lumps of mangled flesh at his attackers. Snarling! Drooling! His few remaining teeth looking horribly like fangs. Then the crazed man ripped the carcass open with his bare hands to devour the intestines and organs, plunging his howling visage right into the bloody cavity of the tender guts!

"Allah! Not even wild animals eat the guts!"

"Allah! Save us!"

"Don't let the Feral's spittle hit you! It is like rabies! Don't let his blood vomit all over you! It is like Mad Cow!"

"Or Smallpox mixed with syphilis!"

"Flesh eating germs!"

"We are all going to die!"

"Run for it!"

"But we are trapped!"

"Don't let him vomit blood or spittle on you! Then you are a goner!"

"We are sticking him like a pig and he doesn't feel a thing!"

"I don't want to die! Not like that! Feralism is worst than death!"

"Allah! Allah! Save us!"

The crazed man screamed at the poking sticks trying to jab him. Then he lunged at his attackers, his body spastic as he dragged the mangled corpse behind him as he howled. More bloody vomit spewed out. More crude sticks tried to impale his spastic body as he convulsed uncontrollably even as he lunged at his attackers. All while refusing to surrender that disemboweled corpse he dragged behind him. More sticks desperately tried to fend him off. But the madman appeared impervious to pain as he snarled. Then he vomited out blood and spittle as his eyes turned a budging red as if about to explode. Then he staggered wildly as nine sticks impaled his diseased body from every direction. The hundreds of starving migrants trapped in that foul lobby erupted into hysteria as the nightmare vision of walking dead lunged at them. Then a desperate migrant drove a massive stick right through the Feral's heart! The crazed man staggered backwards and then collapsed on top of his prey as blood exploded out of his mutilated corpse. Foul blackish blood and vomit and spittle oozing everywhere. Then the hysterical, screaming migrants fought to get away from the pond of contagious blood as it oozed all over the condemned station lobby.

"Don't let the blood touch you! You are a dead man if its blood touches you!"

"It vomited blood and spittle all over the lobby!"

"It vomited on me!" one migrant cried desperately as the other migrants used their sticks to threaten him.

"Get out! Get out! You are infected now!"

"We are all infected now! The Feral vomited blood and spittle on all of us!"

"And he was dumping his bloody Najis feces everywhere before he went Feral. He has been infecting all of us. We are all infected! We are all dead men walking!"

"I don't want to die. Not like that!"

"His Najis is all over this place. Run away! Run away! We have to run away! Maybe some of us might escape the contagion! Everyone run away!"

"But that will just spread the Feralism!"

"Well I am not going to die trapped here in a quarantine! I am running for it!" Then hundreds of starving migrants ran through the blood and gore out onto the streets crammed with hundreds of thousands of starving migrants covering almost every inch of befouled sidewalk and street. Meanwhile the corpses of the Feral and his prey oozed out foul blood and fouler shit all over the sewage reeking floor of what was once was the famous Green Park Underground Station of London beloved of tourists looking for the Hard Rock Café.

*** ***

"....But are you sure Sir?" the aide de camp asked the mysterious commander. "What has the Caliph of London said?"

"It is not what he has said. It is what he has done. Since the Assault on Buckingham Fortress and The Tower he has been preparing to cut and run. And his helicopter has been kept on high alert to flee."

"But he said his forces repelled the double assault" the aide de camp said.

"He lied" the senior military officer replied.

"Surely it cannot be that bad. Surely! So what if the Harbi Rebels got some of their absurd national treasures back? What can that achieve on the long run? Or even the short run?"

"Everything" the senior military advisor replied in an oddly flat voice.

"What can some old stone from Scotland achieve?" his aide de camp asked incredulous.

"Everything. It was not the Stone of Destiny and the Orb and the Spurs and the Twin Scepters of the Dove and the Cross. It was not just the Sacred Ring and the last Consecrated Oil. Or that battered old chair with its humdrum graffiti of long ago tourists carved into its battered old wood. It is not just the Crown of Saint Edward. Don't you see? The Rebels seized the greatest treasure of all."

"What?" the aide de camp asked.

"The Prisoner In The Tower!"

"Who?" the aide de camp asked mystified "There are so many prisoners in The Tower. The bodies of the tortured and beheaded fill the dry moat. The corpses of the crucified line the streets to and from the Tower Fortress. The carcasses of the burned and the hanged adore the bridges anchoring it. And the dead stink to Paradise itself of everyone who has perished there. And perishes there still."

"The most essential soul in Great Britain was there. But he is no longer. So pivotal was this one prisoner he was held in chains in the deepest cell of The Tower since 2019" the senior military officer replied.

"Not the old widowed Queen. That whore. She died in exile in Australia" the aide de camp replied. "Damned to hell for daring to command men! Even emblazoning her unveiled haram face on coins!"

"No. The Prisoner In The Tower is the most important Peer of the Realm of Great Britain before it was rendered defunct and declared to be Dar ul Islam Anglestan: The Duke of Norfolk!"

"Some old prisoner?" the aide de camp asked incredulous. "Wasn't he tortured until just about every bone in his mangled body was broken? Fingers broken. Nails pulled out. Paralyzed. Blinded. Teeth kicked out. Even his tongue was hacked out."

"But don't you see?" the senior military officer explained. "That old man is the most sacred thing in the lost realm. The foundation stone no less than the Stone of Destiny. The Duke of Norfolk is also the Earl of Arundel and the Earl Marshal. The heart of the Knights of the Garter. The peer who symbolically opens the Parliament and rules the Upper Chamber. And the most essential man to...."

"...Crown the Monarch of Great Britain" the aide de camp gasped. "Our notorious Harry Hotspur of Wales is going to hold an illegal coronation!"

"With every ancient Christian mumbo jumbo from 973. Step by step our Harry Hotspur The Last Prince Of Wales has assembled the lost pieces. The Throne of Saint Edward. He got that first. When Westminster was ordered to be handed over for conversion into a mosque. Then the Spurs. They were secreted away by his poor dead grandfather before he perished. That old blighter launched the damn things on a tiny drone and then distracted the attention of the Jihadists with a shoot out. Using his battered old body as the ultimate decoy. Then the Consecrated Oil. And the Sacred Ring. They were smuggled out by the last Archbishop of York. He knew the Archbishop of Canterbury had become the gutless Dhimmi rubber stamp to Dhimmi Dave. But being not only of York but of Anglo Indian descent the Archbishop of York was made of tougher stuff. So he declared the appeaser a traitor to Great Britain and the Church of England and declared himself the religious leader of the soon to be outlawed Christian Church. Per his authority as the Archbishop of York. The people of York have always been a historically willful lot. It is something about the Yorkshire soul. Defiance to the end. The spawn of Richard The Third the White Boar. The sort who would rather die than surrender.

Then York secreted away the Holy Oil. And the Sacred Ring. Fleeing to Wales with them. On a motorcycle. Speeding across the moors. And then the conspirators got the Orb. York's plucky son and daughter- in- law pirated that away. Though it cost the life of his son. Those Sikhs never forget or forgive. His Sikh daughter- in- law rode a horse across the wilds of Yorkshire to pirate that relic away to Wales. Armed to the teeth. Through Carlisle. Then through the great Northern Fortresses of Wales. Then our tenacious and determined Harry Hotspur stole the Stone of Destiny from the crony of the Caliph who always boasted of using the Holy Relic to urinate upon. In his massively fortified bastion at Somerset House. Why do you think fires erupted there? Cover. Diversion. To rescue the Holy Relic of Scone. Then Harry mounted the most daunting assault of all. Not just to secure the National Treasures being held hostage. But to seize the Twin Scepters which were at Buckingham Fortress where the Caliph of London once wallowed in his stolen loot."

"They why assault The Tower?" the aide de camp asked. "So many died."

"To rescue Norfolk. For he is the most important Peer during the coronation service. Everyone else our Harry can substitute. The cleric? York never surrendered to Dhimmitude. Nor his city. York has always been black. Under siege and defiant. The Lord Chancellor never betrayed Queen & Country even when every other politician of the Privy did. The Lord Chamberlain and Lord Constable have been symbolic since Victoria. Anyone can play act them. But the Earl Marshal has always been the Peer who leads. In opening the Parliament. In the Coronation."

"He will have to use a wheelchair then" the aide de camp replied.

"Harry Hotspur can carry the poor old chap in his arms if need be."

"So now Harry Hotspur the Last Prince of Wales is planning to do it. The most illegal of things. The most haram of things" the aide de camp marveled. "Oh. Oh. Does Harry have...."

"Yes" the senior military officer declared. "The last surviving copy of the Magna Carta. To restore Common Law and the outlawed Parliament!"

"But Westminster is being held...."

"....But our Harry can hold the illegal service anywhere" the senior military officer replied. "Even the ruins of Glastonbury. Any ruined holy place. Even one of the Sacred Caves of Wales."

"So he really means....."

"Yes!" the senior military officer replied with awe in his voice."Yes he does! He means to do it! If not already!"

"If he dares it will be the most illegal thing in the entire world now" the aide de camp marveled. "To hold a sacred Christian Coronation. Such has not been allowed since every European Monarch has been executed or else fled to Australia. Not such has been allowed since Christianity has been all but outlawed."

"To Crown himself King Harry" the senior military officer declared.

"And therefore legally able to open the other thing which has been outlawed in all of the world. A Parliament. A Parliament of the people. By the people. For the people. Not for Allah. Not for Islam. Not for the Ummah. Not for the Caliphate. For the disenfranchised indigenous people. Damned though they be! Damned thought that will be!" the aide de camp added."He would not dare!"

"He will dare!" the senior military officer declared. "For his Sacred Oath during this banned Coronation will bless his authority to restore Parliament. And Common Law. And The Church of England. Per the Magna Carta. Per Saint Edward The Confessor. Per King Alfred and King Arthur. And restore the lawful rights and privileges of citizenship to the indigenous British People who had been disenfranchised and disinherited and persecuted to the very brink of extermination."

"All outlawed!" the aide de camp cried. "It breaks Dhimmitude in twain! It will break the back of the Divine Slavery!"

"And by that symbolic act Harry Hotspur will challenge the very core of Islamic Triumph" the senior military man declared. "And it will be the signal all of the Harbi Rebels fighting all over Eurabia have been waiting for. All of the Rebels of the West. To raise up and overthrow the Divine Slavery. The Warriors of Thor attacking. The Sons of Freyr attacking. The Alliance of Odin attacking. It will mean that the West is Awake. The West is Arising. And the West is Resurrecting itself. A new Crusades. A new Reconquista. To throw off the yoke and shackles of Islamic servitude and reclaim their historic liberties and native freedoms yet again." The senior military man bend over and whispered "Maybe the West is not as dead as we all assumed." Then he nodded. "After all. The Christians claim Jesus died and was resurrected."

"But we don't believe in resurrection. And our weapons were suppose to make us invincible" the aide de camp cried. "Our victory assured. Our Manifest Destiny achieved at last. Our Divine Mission achieved at last. Allah was suppose to bless us. Not them. Our God was suppose to be greater than their God. And like Freyr the Najis filthy Kafirs disarmed themselves so when The Surtr attacked they had no weapons to feed off the Invaders from the South. Our so-called leaders, the Loki Insider Traitors, made sure our victims were disarmed. Disarmed. The Brussels Junta passed laws forbidding the ownership of guns. Any guns. All guns. Even mace and pepper spray were outlawed. The damn Kafirs were disarmed and defenseless as millions of Muslims of War Age marched into Europe to conquer Europe without a fight. Then the Brussels Junta ordered every army and navy and coast guard in the EU to be handed over to their command. The Harbi were disarmed and powerless against our attack.

The Sons of Freyr were defenseless. And we possessed the ultimate weapon. The one weapon Europe and its science and technology could not fend off. An invasion disguised as a humanitarian crisis. Not even the genius of Heimdall could find a defense against millions of Muslims Males of War Age marching unopposed into Europe. Every border down. The gates to the citadel wide open. The useful idiots actually cheering their invaders. Islam took Europa without a fight. Heindall's horn of the Night-watchman ignored because our so-called national leaders, those Loki Insider traitors, imposed total censorship while the Four Ps Stockholm brainwashed on the sheeple into surrendering without a fight. Odin rolled over and died without a pip. We won! We won! Where is the victory? We won didn't we? Where is the triumph?"

"Well ..... like I said ...... weapons that are Blind Faith in the Divine Slavery and billions of diseased and desperate and starving and dying migrants unleashed to assault the world as if a tidal wave of human misery contains certain inherent flaws. Potentially fatal flaws" the senior military man replied as he turned away from the computer screens to look at his aide de camp oddly. Very oddly. The fax machine beeped again. He choose to ignore it and study his aide de camp very oddly.

"But how can this red haired and hell bound deviant Harry Hotspur and his dwindling indigenous displaced and replaced citizenry of a now defunct realm of a now defunct Great Britain withstand the occupation of half a billion migrants converted to Islam by desperation and promises of Divine Victory and Domination as The Best of Peoples? All suicidal for Allah? The Great Displacement has happened. The Great Replacement has happened. Half a billion occupying Anglestan. Nearly two billion occupying Eurabia Proper. It would be as if Canute defying the tides. A tidal wave of humanity which cannot be stopped. We have buried The West under corpses towering all the way up to Paradise itself!"

"Except for one last fly in the ointment" the senior military officer replied as he looked oddly at his aide de camp as if debating his loyalty and the effect of that bribe which now compromised the hungry man with a child suffering from rickets. Had he opened the drawer just wide enough for the desperate man to see several tins of tuna inside? And tins of fruit? Life saving tins...... a desperate man would sell his soul for to save his last child? The hook was planted. But he had to reel in the catch very slowly or else.....

*** ***

King Henry and his consort watched the computer screens as the Second Battle of the Budge turned into a new grand offensive. The computer symbols pushing toward every national capital. The Sikh general came in. "After the Chimes toll at Midnight will you do a second coronation at the reclaimed Westminster?"

"Don't mention that yet!" the newly crowned king retorted instinctively as if superstitious.

"Yes we will!" Britannia declared. For the whole world to see!...."

*** ***

The desperate Morlock grimaced. Then he looked at his hundreds of grimy miners. "We need to cut the power to the NATO nukes above all else!..."

*** ***

".....What can stop the Great Replacement?" the aide de camp cried. "Why don't you answer the fax Sir? The Divine Slavery has displaced and replaced every indigenous species with an invasive species. Who is sending the fax Sir? The indigenous British and Europeans have been driven to the edge of extinction. Who knows your secured fax address Sir? The Great Replacement cannot be stopped. Who is trying to contact you Sir? India is bring buried under it as you debrief me. Why haven't you briefed me about the fax Sir? And grotesquely underpopulated Japan and South Korea and China will be next. Did I see a tin of fruit in that drawer? Our desperate and fanatical over population will fill the void of their impotent under population as if water flooding the Medina Trench."

The senior military man slowly opened the drawer part way and produced a Pre-Caliphate tin of fruit such as a child with rickets would be desperate to have. He silently passed it to the desperate aide de camp. Then he closed the drawer. "Except by exploiting the Achilles Heel of the very thing which the Divine Slavery used to invade Europe and the World to begin with. Migrants. Diseased and desperate and starving migrants. Our invincible weapon has also always been a two edged sword. And our Achilles Heel. Our grossly inbred over population and our exploitation of desperate and starving migrants and what they bring with them."

"Besides suicidal faith and equally suicidal desperation?" the aide de camp asked as he fugitively slipped the small tin of fruit into a pocket of his shabby uniform.

"Diseases" the senior military man replied. "Tuberculosis. Diphtheria. Ebola. AIDS. Malaria. Measles. Smallpox. Every sort of pox. Hemorrhagic fever. Meningitis. Polio. Tentanus. Scabies. Typhus. Typhoid. Cholera. Syphilis. Gonorrhea. The Black Plague. Flesh eating germs. Flesh eating parasites. And the Pancras plague. And they are all highly contagious. All but immune to cures now. Out of control. And almost every single migrant, especially from Africa, has always been a walking incubator. Beside the diseases of malnutrition of course. And the diseases of malnutrition accelerate the effects of the plagues."

"To kill the indigenous population with highly contiguous diseases for which they had no immunity" the aide de camp explained. "Germ warfare. Part of the Virus Theory of the Coma of Conquest." One shaking hand felt the illegal budges of the pockets. "And the Pancras plague appeared after our Islamic triumph with so many other steroid plagues and steroid diseases. Diseases which once took a week or a month to kill now take hours. Or minutes. And no one has medicines or vaccines."

"Who says there are no medicines or vaccines?" the senior military man explained. "Who invented modern medicine? The West. Who had the greatest medicines and vaccines in the world? The West. When the migrant crisis started in 2015 it very quickly became very apparent that the invading migrants were walking incubators of diseases which were overwhelming the West. A potential calamity of genocidal enormity."

"And before the winter of 2016 was out Germany was facing plagues as its over strained health care system collapsed from the plagues. Its health care providers infected. Or else attacked. All of its stockpile of vaccines prematurely used up. Its vulnerable indigenous population exposed to every sort of Third World plague. And now no one has vaccines. Or medicines."

"Who says?" the senior military officer replied cryptically.

"Vaccines and medicines have vanished along with...."

"....And if the Divine Slavery was ruthless enough to use germ warfare in the guise of diseased and desperate migrants then why not the Harbi Rebels?" the senior military advisor asked his aide de camp. "A virus to kill a virus."

"Because they were Christians and therefore were too naive and entirely too ethical to be ruthless" the aide de camp replied shocked. "The Harbi disarmed themselves out of the puerile idealism of Baldr that everyone was the same. Touchy feelly tolerant and gracious and lovey dovey and charitable with veins filled with the milk of human kindness. Multi-culturally sensitive and tender hearted. Oblivious to hidden agendas or covert plan to conquer. Ignorant of the warnings of history. Gagging their own night watchmen who were warning them. See no evil. Hear no evil. Speak no evil. Bending over backwards to appease and appease and appease and appease as they groveled and groveled and groveled and groveled.

Blind to even the most obvious Taqiyya. Every Christian turning the other cheek only to be kicked in the face. Then stomped on. The Pope begging for forgiveness. Begging for forgiveness and ordering Catholics to open their churches and their borders to us even as we terrorized them. Bringing back a baker's dozen of people of a religion that openly calls Christians Najis filthy Kafirs and 'People of gross error' while leaving behind Christians who were being exterminated. Blessing turning the other cheek as we murdered them. Blessing turning the other cheek as we attacked their churches and slit the throats of their priests. We slaughtered them! We raped them! And we enslaved the survivors!" The shaking man held the Kafir tin to his chest as he all but wept.

"Who do you think created the hyped up steroid diseases and plagues?" his boss asked softly. "The Mad Cow and Deadly Mutton? The Pancras? Who do you think distilled the flesh eating drugs which are devastating all of Eurabia? Who do you think is all but giving the flesh eating drugs away to Muslim drug gangs knowing that Muslim drug gangs would never go straight and would continue to sell drugs and use drugs and spread drugs regardless of whether or not Europe morphed into Eurabia?" the senior military man replied with a curious look. He watched the reaction on the face of his aide de camp as one hand felt the bulge of a gun in one pocket of his military tunic.

"They wouldn't!" the shocked aide de camp gasped. "They were ----- are ----- Christians! That is why they were defeated to begin with. Because they were too naively idealistic to be ruthless enough to fight either the Great Displacement or the Great Replacement. Much less the Great Erasure. Genocide. They were too idealistic to stop the uncontrollable invasion of Muslim migrants even after it became perfectly obvious it was an invasion by Muslim males of war age who did not even need weapons to conquer the gullible Christian West. It was unconventional warfare in the guise of a humanitarian crisis. It was a migration invasion. It was a migvasion. Hell! Houari Mohammad Boumedienne openly boasted of it before the UN in 1974. 'One day millions of men will leave the Southern Hemisphere to go to the Northern Hemisphere. And they will not go there as friends. Because they will go there to conquer it with their sons. The wombs of our women will give us victory.'

We all but advertized our intentions in neon signs 30 feet high. We boasted of it in Youtube videos for decades. Our Divine Leaders banned birth control to turn the Ummah from 1.6 billion into billions of loyal Jihadists. While the North West Hemispheres drastically reined in population rates while concentrating on building their nations into demi-paradises we of the Southern Hemisphere did nothing except deliberately over breed millions and millions and millions and millions and millions and millions of hungry and diseased and desperate and suicidal Muslims. And then we just as deliberately unleashed them onto the Northern Hemisphere of the West. Only morons would refuse to see the obvious. The Loki Insider Traitors openly said their favorite bed side reading was 'Visions of 2050' which predicted the Great Displacement and the Great Replacement and Great Erasure of the indigenous species by an invasive species from the Southern Hemisphere" the unraveling aide de camp clutched his Kafir Era tin of fruit and wept. "Where is our triumph? Where is our victory? Why isn't Eurabia a demi-paradise the way Europa used to be? What did we do wrong? Why can't we do anything right? Why is everything turning into hell on earth? Into Ragnarok? The End of Worlds?"

"Who do you think is tainting the Afghanistan opium harvests with a hybrid species containing the flesh eating parasites from Syria? Who do you think is facilitating not only the processing but the distribution of that hybrid black tar Afghanistan opium and heroin all over the Islamic Levant? Aided and abetted by the Rival Caliphate who wants it to kill the Shia and the rival Caliphates? Knowing that contrary to every hypocritical buff and bluster that the Islamic Levant and all of the Caliphates have always had a serious drug problem which has now spiraled out of control? The drugs now featuring flesh eating parasites which are devouring The Best of Peoples? Their own version of the Internal Virus of Unconventional Conquest?"

"They wouldn't!" the shocked aide de camp cried. "They are Christians! They would not be that ruthless. Only Islam is ruthless enough to believe that the end justifies any means for no non Muslim is 'innocent' and therefore is a legitimate target."

"And who do you think distilled Smallpox and combined it with Mad Cow and Syphilis and the flesh eating germs to concoct Feralism?" the senior military officer asked his aide de camp.

"No! No! That would be too horrible!" the now terrified man replied with horror. Even the word horrified him. "No! No! Not Feralism!"

The senior military officer turned on the TV and played images of horrifying creatures that scarcely could be described as 'human' wreaking havoc in a devastated urban landscape like something out of a nightmare. "The artificial virus was incubated in Oxford In Exile."

"But there is no antidote!" the horrified aide de camp shouted.

"Not only is there an antidote there is a vaccine" the senior military man declared.

"Both men watched the terrifying images on the TV screen. "It is like some old nightmare movie" the aide de camp cried. "My two sons died of it. Do you know how horrible it was? Watching them die by inches. The flesh eating germs devouring them. First an explosion of pox and then horrible rot attacking every part of the body. A redundancy of grotesque horror. Their flesh decaying as if unburied corpses before they were even dead. Their bones warping. Their organs putrefying. Their limbs festering with rot and maggots. Their brains turning into puree. Then the final stage when they...... They are not even human! Monsters! Monster!. No! No! It is too horrible!"

The senior military officer watched his aide de camp oddly. But both were military men so neither expected or offered human compassion. "Being ironic the creators picked the very appropriate name for our liquidation" the senior military officer said stoically.

"Our liquidation?" the aide de camp cried.

"Or our extermination if you prefer to call it that" the senior military officer added. "Our displacement. Our replacement. Our erasure."

"What is the medical name of Feralism then?" the grieving aide de camp asked shocked.

"What do you think?"

"Zombie!" the horrified aide de camp gasped.

"Complete with a built in expiration date" the senior military man added in a curiously unemotional voice. "A month from exposure to final calumnious death as the body so disintegrates it literally falls to pieces. And that is if the victim is healthy to begin with. Most of Eurabia is diseased and starving so the vitriol, flesh eating germs will deliver belated death much quicker. And the Zombie Virus is highly contagious to anyone who is not vaccinated. It is distributed through both drug 'candy' and ...."

"Through the only source of protein presently feeding Eurabia....." the horrified aide de camp gasped.

"Halal Rats...." the military officer declared. "Rats which feed of the dead and dying!"

"Don't use that name!" the shocked aide de camp shouted.

"Why? It is the processor of the only protein source left in Eurabia" his boss replied.

"Soylent green was at least processed under sanitary conditions" the shocked aide de camp retorted. "Being a nightmare scenario envisioned by a modern world projecting destruction by over population. What Muslims all over Eurabia are being reduced to devouring is not even ...... processed."

The senior military officer turned on a nightmare vision of a decayed urban landscape of horrific proportions. "London. Though how the humans left there are surviving I cannot imagine. Or what they are thinking. Or what they are feeling. Or what they even comprehend as their world implodes into hell on earth. Up to now we have been segregated from the full enormity of the nightmare of Eurabia. Unlike those poor souls. But now I have just confirmed that ...... our present sources of protein, old NATO military rations, is ..... exhausted" the senior military officer added as if fatalistically signing his own death warrant. "I have stockpiled rations by staving myself. But starting tomorrow even NATO headquarters will be reduced to the only source of protein presently feeding Eurabia...."

"The Halal R equivalent of Soylent Green. I did not horde my rations. I could not. I am trying to save my wife and daughter" the aide de camp cried. He stared at that drawer.

"Do you have money to buy off the black market?" the senior military man asked. "I have been building my cache."

".....I can't afford to" the shattered man replied. "My last child is slowly dying of ...."

"So you see my dear chap. We have reached the end of the line" the senior military officer explained with odd fatalism as he turned off the TV screen. He opened the drawer and pulled a small tin of peaches and passed it over to seal the lips of his terrified aide de camp. The guilty man grabbed the peaches as his boss went to the fax machine and pressed the button. A page spat out. He quickly read it and then nonchalantly burned it in his trash can. "The end of the line. Food. Power ....... (and at that the bright lights once again flickered) ..... and ..... Weaponry. Both sophisticate and rudimentary.

We have exhausted our NATO stockpile of weaponry other than ...... you know what. And our novel exploitation of the unconventional weaponry of desperate and diseased and staving and suicidal migrants and jihadists are being ..... liquidated .... systematically .... as I debrief you. Never underestimate the North West's Heimdall Genius for invention. All the Harbi Rebels have to do is hold on for a month. If that. Flesh eating drugs and Feralism have been unleashed for months now so the poor blighters out there in those death zones don't know it but they are already dying. They have been dying for months. And if Dresden is not an anomaly then Feralism is already so progressed the Rebels might be preparing their Big Push now."

"Not in the Islamic Levant proper!" the aide de camp cried.

The senior military officer turned on the TV screen to show a devastated urban environment of bombed out buildings and thousands of corpses filling the screen toward apparent infinity. "Baghdad" the senior military officer announced in a curiously flat voice. "It is the Apocalypse. The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. The Christian nightmare end of the world scenario. Famine. Pestilence. War. And Death. And it is all playing out. Here. There. Everywhere. Perhaps it is even Ragnarok. The End of Worlds. Their world? Our world? Or is it the whole world? Do they even guess it yet?

The victims of that nightmare conceived by Christians as their ultimate revenge on the Great Displacement and the Great Replacement? Their Christian cure to an invasive species. Us. Their shock and awe remedy to an invasive virus. Us. And Harry's audacious act of symbolism can inspire the Christians as well as Hindus and Sikhs and Jews and Buddhists and Pagans and Atheists and Agnostics all over Eurabia to hold on. Hold on to the hope that Eurabia will die. And the Islamic Levant will die. And Lost Europe can be resurrected. No matter how bloody and mangled and wreaked. Ah. Look. Another city has just gone black. Rome. Rome of all places. Who would have thought it. So you see....."

"....But didn't the Visions of Ragnarok say the Surtr Invaders from the South won. Won. With the help of the Loki Insider Traitor who unchained the Dogs of War of Garmr to tear The North apart. Murdering idealistic Baldr. Then unleashing the Dire Wolf Fenrir to devour everyone and everything. Leaving the North staggering and bloody. Shattered and tattered. All but destroyed. The demi-paradise nought but an open grave. The Medina's Trench graced with the runes of their name. Then the Odin North Alliance counterattacked. Yes! Yes! But at the cusp of victory Freyr was defeated and that turned the tide toward the Invaders from The South. And Freyr was defeated because he previously gave away his sacred sword. The sword which was later reforged into the Excalibur. Now lost. And be rifted from his magical Sword of Destiny Freyr stumbled and then Surtr's Fiery Sword annihilated him. And the tide of war turned. And the Invaders of the South...."

"....Were still murally annihilated by their foes. Each killing ---- but also being killed by ---- their nemesis" the senior military officer replied softly. The Dire Wolf Fenrir killed Odin The Patriarch of the North ---- but was also killed by Odin's younger son. To be exact Fenrir's all consuming jaw was ripped off and shove down the monster's throat. A rather ironical symbol of the ultimate impact of Islamic Ghazi Razzia Jihad don't you think? Sooner of later totally destructive war and the out of control Plunder Machine recoils. Ghazi Razzia Holy War for Holy Profit, ie the infamous Islamic Plunder Machine as the economist David Landes so artfully explained it, has always harmed us as much as our victims. It is the ultimate Ponzi Scheme. It is unsustainable destruction. Like locusts devouring all in their path. It ultimately destroys even us. It especially destroyed us. The over 1400 years of Islamic history documents our own destruction by our over reliance on the crude and highly destructive Extractive Economics of the Plunder Machine of Ghazi Razzia. And behold. We did destroy the fabled demi-paradise of Europa with Ghazi Razzia. The Plunder Machine. Didn't we?

We destroyed the fabled demi-paradise of the peaceful and prosperous Advanced World of Europa didn't we? Didn't we? With out of control migration created by gross inbred over population. With chaos. Anarchy. Rioting. Arson. With organized crime. With drug gangs. With out of control criminality. Attacking migrant center workers. Attacking Red Cross workers. Attacking health care workers until they needed bodyguards with police dogs to protect themselves. Attacking police. Attacking firemen and fire engines. Attacking ambulances. Attacking shops. Attacking farms. Attacking businesses. Burning down millions of euros worth of valuable properties. Attacking cities. Attacking towns. Attacking villages. Attacking schools. Attacking churches. Attacking homes. Attacking truckers. Attacking trains. Attacking the Underground. Attacking highways. Attacking the Chunnel. Attacking airports. Attacking ferries and tourist attractions. Attacking governments.

Destroying imports and exports. Destroying businesses Destroying economies. Bleeding nations dry with our expensive anarchy. Millions. Then billions. Then trillions. Until we bled Europa dry. Overwhelming and bankrupting national health care. Overwhelming and bankrupting the social safety net. The first invasion waged while on the dole. While dropping out of schools and trade apprenticeships and jobs.

The ultimate parasites devouring the body public from within. As you so cleverly described. Overwhelming and bankrupting national assets while devouring national resources. Overwhelming and bankrupting nation after nation. While engaging in senseless plundering and pillaging. With so much criminality we filled up every jail cell. Even German police wailing that they were running out of jail cells to contain us. 50% criminal rates. 60 to 80% dole abuse rates. With Taharrush and rapine so unprecedented the police were overwhelmed and the majority of females were wailing that it was no longer safe for them to be out once the sun set. And finally no female was safe from attack. As their men cried how frighten they were and why no one allowed them to buy weapons and why no one was protecting them. Where was the police? Where was law and order? All as anarchy devoured Europe!

Attacking everyone on the public streets until the frantic Europeans were illegally buying every sort of gun or weapon of self defense against us. So brazen in our attacks we even attacked Europeans while cell phones and Youtube cameras rolled. Glorying in our thuggery. Beating up and even brutally kicking women on cameras. Raping women on cameras. Glorying in it. Beating up young school kids and old men on cameras. Glorying in it. Boasting how we were terrorizing the gutless Europeans. First wreaking Calais. Then wreaking every port until the economies were hemorrhaging millions in losses. Destroying tourism. Unleashing arson and riots in cities until there was not a night when arson fires were not raging. Cars and targeted so routinely insurance companies stopped insuring and then everyone lost their automobiles entirely.

Attacking bus drivers so often buses stopped running. Attacking truckers and barricading highways so often foodstuffs broke down and food rationing kicked in. Because no one could deliver anything without running the gauntlet of Migrant criminals. So many shops hit they lost their insurance and went bankrupt. The streets becoming war zones. Chaos disrupting everything as the exquisite machine- like prosperity of Europa broke down. Cam by gear by cogwheel. Until everything went bust. Until everything was broken and smashed and vandalized and destroyed. We deliberately boasted of our ability to not just destroy Kafir nations but bankrupt Kafir nations. Not just terrorize Kafir nations with bombs but with criminality. We boasted of our ability to overwhelm the beautifully working nations of Europe with sheer all consuming destruction. Chaos. Anarchy. Lawlessness. Terrorism. World War Three. And we destroyed Europe didn't we? Didn't we?

And now we are starving in the ruins just as we have starved throughout history after Islam devoured and destroyed every country it ever conquered. We don't build. We only devour. We don't achieve. We only steal. We don't create Advanced World super states. We only destroy Advanced World super states. We turned Europa into the ultimate Islamic Third World Failed State. Didn't we? And in the process we not only condemned the North West Hemisphere but also our Hemisphere. Because of us the World is plunged into total war. World War Three. And therefore no one can effectively address ecological collapse. Starvation. Out of control diseases. Mass death. Maybe someone should rip off our collective jaw to stop us from finally and at last waging that one war too many which the Clash of Civilizations has demanded for almost 1500 years.

What else does the Vision of Ragnarok say? Yes. Freyr died. But Freyr still killed Surtr. And Freyr's heroic sons still foiled the Invaders from the South. Loki killed Baldr and then Heimdall but was likewise killed by Heimdall. Each receiving fatal wounds. The Genius of the North killing the Master of Deceit conspiring with the Invaders from the South. Tyr The Protector of the Homelands was killed by the Dogs of War of the monstrous Garmr ---- while killing them. The Four Headed Serpent of Calamity, Jormungandr, killed ----- but also was killed by ---- Thor The Guardian of The Earth and his mighty warriors ---- whose Hammer survived to help the survivors to rebuild the world after Ragnarok. So Ragnarok did indeed destroy worlds. To be exact the North. But Ragnarok also told of the destruction of the South. And Ragnarok also led to the Rebirth of Worlds. To be exact: Ragnarokkr. What nations can likely survive not only the Grand Solar Minimum and the magnetic pole switch and ecological collapse but also ...."

".....Unless the Divine Leaders use the very last weaponry of the old NATO arsenal" the aide de camp cried as he clutched that tiny tin of fruit to his heart. "The Final Option!"

"And how does the Envenom of Jormungandr help or hinder?" the senior military officer asked curiously. "Thor managed nine steps before dying from poisoning. I don't think we will be able to muster two steps before dying of radiation poisoning."

"Well......" the desperate Muslim panted. "The mere threat of the Fiery Sword ....."

"Will accomplish what exactly? Other than making the Ferals glow in the dark as they die so very slowly and horribly...."

"...Well it would mean there are indeed Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. The Christian nightmare end of the world scenario. Famine. Pestilence. Thermonuclear War. And Death. And it is all playing out. Here! And there! Everywhere!"

"That is the Vision of Ragnarok" the mysterious commander warned his jittery aide de camp. "Ragnarok is a prophecy. The wise take prophecies seriously."

"The Prophecy of Ragnarok is a murderous stalemate leading to the destruction of worlds!" the frightened man said as he clutched his tin of fruit as if a talisman.

"And how far would you be willing to go?" the senior military officer asked his aide de camp with a very odd look on his face as one hand felt the gun in one pocket of his military tunic.

"I ....... don't know" the Muslim aide de camp told his boss. "How far will you go Sir?"

"Well that depends doesn't it?" the senior military man said softy" as he typed a fax message and then shot it outward. "........ Do they know? Those poor blokes out there? In London? How close they are dancing on the head of a pin called the Apocalypse?"

"How far will you go?" the desperate Muslim aide de camp asked his boss. "You are a Revert no less than I."

"Revenants are the olden name for Zombies...."

"How far will you go Sir?"

"That is the question of the midnight hour isn't it...."

*** ***

The sentient robot studied the enigmatic message. The lavish silks covering its complex and oddly beautiful metal engineering rustling luxuriously. The exquisitely serene beauty of the Noh Mask concealing the otherwise pure aesthetics of pristine perfection of engineering as only a species obsessed with visual beauty would conceive when it commenced species augmentation----- complete with automated argumentation programs to upgrade and retrofit and new & improve species augmentation as needs dictate based on argumentation manufacturing algorithms drafted decades ago by a faltering species which chose augmentation through computation rather than biology. In sort: machines continuously retrofitting and updating and improving themselves without active oversight. Machine evolution.

Then the sentient robot in its lavish rustling silks and enigmatic Noh mask of exquisite yet mysterious beauty silently perambulated toward the Master Computer. Then it fluttered its oddly antiquated sleeves and inserted the message: 'The Red Rooster has crowed. Countdown To Ragnarok is commencing. One out of three Odin Master Computer programs predicts a fatal stalemate resulting in the Gotterdammerung Scenario. The other two programs are still computing scenarios. No message yet of the Golden Rooster or the Sooty Crow. MIMIR will continue to monitor. Please contact Kyoto accordingly. Mr. Mole. Supervisor.'

The Master Computer devoured the message and commenced computing implications using gaming argumentation programs. The message at once straight forward and yet obscure because the computers were so serenely oblivious to the emotional and biological implications of the words. A zero and a dot and a number can just communicate so much after all. And the Organic Supervisors were too few and too aged to actively monitor the day to day running of the Automated Network. Then the sentient robot serenely resumed its monitoring of invasion routes into the Outer Islands of Japan which now were the Inner Islands of Japan. The Master Computer turned on the Ritual Symbol of Harakiri to Red Rooster.

Another Robot in equally lavish and just as curiously antiquated couture of exquisite silks marched in a slow and deliberate manner into the Garden Between Two Worlds. Its layers of silks luxurious in a complex layer of colors befitting the season. Its style based on a thousand years of aesthetics. Its Noh mask serenely beautiful. Its curiously upturned boots silent on the wooden bridge between the Inner and Outer Pavilions of the Garden Between Two Worlds. In the Garden Between Two Worlds the Right and Left Ministers sat regal in their ornate silks of lavish but curiously antiquated style. Each holding a ritual symbol of War or Peace. Then the Robot Courtier elegantly fluttered back the billowing layers of sleeves to reveal a steel hand. One finger pivoted to reveal a computer insert. Then the Robotic Courtier inserted the computer insert into the palm of first the Minister of the Right and then the Minister of the Left. Each sentient computer then commenced computing the mystery of the message according to differing programs based on game theory and their differing functions: War or Peace. The Noh faces were eerily serene. One face elegantly young. One face elegantly old. The masks ancient. The computer robotics state of the art. But what they computed so serenely was terrifying.

Then the Robotic Courtier gracefully knelt down on the wooden Bridge Between Two Worlds and watched the exquisite display of carefully bred endangered butterflies fluttering among carefully bred endangered flowers in an exquisite Garden Between Two Worlds under a towering glass dome. Everything as artificial as it was apparently natural. As exquisite naturalistic as a bonsai and yet just as artificial. The pond equally deceptive in its care of ancient koi fish to artfully preserve something of ancient bloodlines and ancient aesthetic which was also tragically endangered. Every tragically endangered thing only kept alive by extreme artificial means. The towering glass dome programed to mimic day or night, dawn or twilight, fog or snow, spring or summer of autumn or winter. Then two other sentient robots in fluttering silks carefully wheeled a large throne- like wheel chair into the artfully artificial garden as more robots in lavish silks fluttered around their master/child as if giant butterflies. Their billowing sleeves fluttering as if silky wings.

The living thing in the throne- like wheel chair was also both ancient and endangered. The visage so aged it appeared to be neither male or female. The hair thin and white. The body shapeless. The bones shrunken. The hands withered and shaking. Then one of the last Organics stirred. Then she sighed. Then she beheld the artfully released butterflies. One robot in ornate silks which mimicked the colors of the butterflies dialed the atmosphere to mimic a spring dawn. The butterflies danced in the artificial rosy dawn. The ancient Organic sighed and gestured to clap her withered hands. The other robots in their lavish silks and Noh masks fluttered around her, desperate to please her, to keep her alive. Now they gestured to clap their hands behind fluttering sleeves to provide sound effects to delight her. Their master/child. One robot produced artificially bred sprigs of cherry flowers. Another robot atomized the artificial air with cherry scent. Another turned on an antiquated gramophone complete with a huge horn to project the sounds of an ancient record. Another robot carefully cranked the ancient machine as the huge player needle was gently placed on the ancient record. Then a Japanese folk song about springtime filled the towering glass dome.

The aged Organic sighed nostalgic as her attendant guardians fluttered around her. Every sentient robot desperate to please her. To keep her alive. Their master /owner. Their dying child. All the while the Minster of the Right and the Minster of the Left Computers ran game programs to decipher the implications of Ragnarok and how that might impact the survival or else extermination of Japan and the unleashing of the Ritual Symbol of Harakiri. A thermonuclear warhead.

*** ***

The Muslim fireman stared at the decapitated column of the broken water fountain which once danced with water. He tried to remember what once topped it. It was some famous piece of Jahiliyyah. The fireman could remember that. But for some reason his memory could not remember what that famous piece of Jahiliyyah used to be. "Why doesn't Mohammad want me to remember this?" the fireman mused. "I normally have a photographic memory for pretty things. Wasn't it something pretty? A nude statue of some pretty male demigod?" Then the fireman scanned the dead signs which once danced with light. Neon. He stared at one in particular. It looked different from the others. Why? Then he flinched instinctively as he heard the rotors of a sinister helicopter zooming overhead in the bloody sunset. Loudspeakers shouted out a garbled noise and then there is a sudden blast of machine gun fire. Everyone ducked. Then the sinister Morality Police helicopter flew off toward the setting sun. The Muslim fireman stood up. He flinched instinctively along with everyone else. The fear imbedded so deep inside of him it was hot wired. Who was the target this time? Did it matter? Everyone cowered and then wearily resumed their aimless spiral around the decayed circular traffic circle as if mimicking Mecca.

The threat was enough. The terror was enough. The continuous threat. The continuous terror. 'Terror & Control. Fear & Power.' Al Ghazali once said so perceptively of the essence of the 'Divine Slavery'. The fireman remembered an Anarchist talking about the founder of Islamofascism. It was the only reason frankly why the fireman bothered to watch the two hour propaganda each night. To see how the Anarchists ridiculed and debunked it with the embarrassing truth. The fireman recalled the Al Ghazali lecture one masked Anarchist gave. One of the V For Vendetta Anarchists. Talking about the ingredients that made up the toxic cocktail of Islamofascism. Terror & Control. Fear & Violence. Suspicion & Paranoia. Poverty & Desperation. The End Justifies Any Means. The Salvation By Cleansing Violence. The Eternal War That Must Be Eternally Fought. The Peace of Submission. The Security of Surrender. The Fear of Freedom. The Eternal Enemy Everywhere Among Us. And Trust Only The Divine Leader. "But I am only a child of The 'Divine Slavery' so I am conditioned from birth to believe unquestioning and never ever think, much less analyze the ingredients of the cocktail of the new fascism which is the oldest fascism on earth. The original fascism. The fascism that existed before the name 'fascism' was even invented. A devious fascism. A fascism that conceals its essence behind the mask of something else entirely.

The useful idiots always damned the enemies of open borders and unlimited migration as racists and bigots and Islamophobes and especially fascists. The sick joke is the Regressive Lefts were the fascists. As Churchill warned. The new age fascists would be called anti-fascists. Fascism in the disguise of anti-fascism. Racists in the disguise of anti-racists. Bigots in disguise of anti-bigots. The Regressive Left in the disguise of the Progressive Left. Sadists in the disguise of humanitarians. And traitors in disguise of patriots. Peace is war. Intolerance is tolerance. Slavery is freedom. Treason is patriotism. Black is white. Evil is good. Double speak. We must open the borders to unlimited migration of people of one particular religion who has waged nonstop war upon us for over 1400 years in the name of humanitarianism and idealism. And look how well that has turned out."

The dismal traffic circle was full ---- but not of cars. Instead, it was full of thousands and thousands and thousands of indigent Muslim migrants milling around the decapitated column and the garbage reeking circular street and fire gutted buildings. Sick. Diseased. Starving. They milled aimlessly around and around and around the beheaded fountain filled by garbage and feces and stinking of urine. "What are they fatalistically waiting for? Salvation? It clearly is not coming" the fireman snarled to his soul as he made his way the masses of starving humanity. The broken water fountain was overflowing with urine and feces and garbage. Urine and feces and garbage were everywhere. The fireman tried to remember what the fire gutted buildings use to be. "Didn't bright neon once dance across the facades?" he mused. "Now there are only propaganda billboards. But not bright and shining billboards. Crude official graffiti. Crude cartoons of the Statue of Liberty as the devilish whore. Cruder cartoons of the vermin Jews and devilish Freemasons drawn as if from an old Nazi propaganda cartoon by Goebbels. Large black and green flags with Islamic picture slogans accented by crescents. Gigantic painted faces of the Grand Mufti of London and the Caliph of Anglestan painted next to the gigantic face of the Sultan of Istanbul who is the Beloved Leader and the head of the New Caliphate."

The fireman stared at one dark neon sign. "Why does that one sign look different? And the upper blown out windows look different? I can't quite explain it. But it looks different. And when I tried to spelunker among the ruins last month I found building after building blocked off with steel doors. Sure. The ground lobbies are filled with thousands of starving migrants but now the steel doors block the upper rooms no less than the lower depths. That one. And that one over there. And that one. And those two. See how they are different? Allah. If I was a homicidal manic or else a Harbi Rebel I would used those buildings to machine gun everyone in this circle. It would be like that there Roman Coliseum. Mass death. Or else lob bombs. Or else canisters of Pancras gas. With the crowds so crammed in here it would be a pig shoot. And the resulting stampede would kill even more. Which side would I cheer? Hell. I guess I already know the answer to that question."

The fireman scratched for lice and then unconsciously caressed some hidden precious thing concealed inside his sinister black uniform over his heart. "I am not going to make any more postal deliveries. The captain of my fire department already suspects me. I am quitting the treason business. I am going dormant. At least for a while. How the hell did I get involved with the Harbi Resistance anyway? It is not as if I am a Rebel. Or an Apostate. I don't have the balls or the intelligence to be a genuine Rebel or Apostate. During all of my dismal life I have never been the hero of my story. Only a helpless bystander pulled along by events out of my control."

The fireman sighed. "The Sultan of the New Ottoman Caliphate always reminds me of a mouse. Wasn't there a mouse? A cartoon mouse? I used to watch the cartoons on TV when I was little and every house had a TV set. Father's TV set stole everyone's cable and WiFi. What was the mouse's name? 'Mickey'?" The fireman sighed as he look around the garbage heaped circular street. "Why is it halal to paint graffiti of the Divine Leaders but all art is burned as haram Jahiliyyah? What is the difference? The paintings were pretty. I remember watching them burn. The paintings. They were so pretty as the flames danced off them." He remembered the post card. "The latest target is so pretty. Madame X. The top of the most wanted list for Jahiliyyah. Jahiliyyah Number Thumb. The top of the hunting list for what has escaped the Jahiliyyah bonfires. A bounty of a genuine tin of fruit for whoever finds it. Her. I wonder who she is? Such an arrogant bitch she looks to be. So defiant. The incarnation of the Harbi Kafir. The incarnation of Lost Europe.

Allah! That bitch would never have surrendered her country. Not to our so-called national leaders, those Loki Insider traitors. Nor to the Sheeple. Nor Dhimmi Dave. Not to any of those traitors who sold Europe. The Visions 2050 Judases who plotted the destruction of Europe. The genocide of the European people. And the betrayal of Great Britain. And this is just 2025. We have not even got to 2050 yet and this is already hell on earth. Are they proud about their betrayal now? Are they proud of their evil handiwork? Allah! I wish that arrogant bitch on that post card could have confronted The Dictator of Berlin. Lock them both in a room and let one kill the other. I guarantee that post card bitch of a Harbi Kafir would have emerge bloody but dangling The Dictator of Berlin's mangled head by its hair. She would have never ever betrayed or surrendered Europe. Allah! This generation was nought but a generation of castrated eunuchs. The 68ers. The Millennials. They just fell to their knees and kowtowed. Groveled. Begged. Appeased and appeased and appeased their way into total capitulation. Fawning and crawling on their bellies as their conquerors used them a door mats and wiped their dirty boots on their backs. They even handed over their own children as Devshirme to be raped. Just so they could keep their pensions and jobs a few years longer. They were so gutless they just let it happen. That defiant bitch on that post card has more balls than the entire Baby Boomer Generation and Millennial X Generation rolled together."

The fireman sighed as he mused softly to his fugitive soul. "We love death more than you love life so we will win. But the Harbi are moving in for the kill. And the guerrilla insurgency is getting closer and closer. So the Urban Myth Whisperers whisper. And the Glorious Jihad has being going on for years now and the unfinished business of conquest of Dar ul Harb by the Dar ul Islamic New Caliphate is no closer to consummation. We have been fighting Dar ul Harb since 632. 'Embrace Islam and you will be safe.' From whom? And how much more can we sacrifice? And what sort of religion demands endless bottomless sacrifice? We love death more than you love life so we will win. But is this winning?" Instinctively the fireman nervously looked around as if fearing hidden microphones or Eavesdroppers or Name Takers were even eavesdropping on his fugitive thoughts. So the fireman hastily walked past the decapitated Eros Statue to eye the tube station of Piccadilly.

But the tube station said the trains are temporarily not running. The sign proclaiming the breakdown was a picture of a train with a red slash over it. It was a standing joke. The underground trains were never running. The precarious power was always off except for some two hours a day now. Then it was rationed for social media propaganda and religious indoctrination as well as the Tower Fortress and Buckingham Fortress. It used to also be rationed for the important people to tap in their far away luxurious digs. The rich imams and clerics. The Caliph's cronies. And the elite Muslims who enjoy fortified bastions with electric fences and electric lights shining at night in an otherwise electricity starved and therefore dark city. But for over most of this last year even the elite reverts and oligarches had been reduced to supplying their own power courtesy of portable generators. And despite the piercing cold the fireman watched elite bastion after elite bastion slowly go dark. "The migrants trapped on the sidewalks would freeze solid over night. But having frozen solid the Halal R could not eat them. So night after night even more migrants died of starvation than died of the cold. This last winter was especially dreadful following yet another summer which never materialized. The mounds of the frozen dead! And with this belated spring the dead is all black and rotting now! Putrid! The whole of London is putrid! The whole of London is one gigantic Medina Trench! An open grave!

"Last week I spelunkered at Spencer House on my night off because I had been monitoring it and its lights were slowly going out. And I found it abandoned. The robber baron had fled. And from the loot left behind he fled with only his portable loot. Via helicopter to try to elude the garrote of outlaws who encircle the city to attack anyone trying to flee to rob and rape and murder them. And the next day it was announced that Pancras plague was seeping out there. And up went the razor wire and skull signs. Pancras plague. That was why the robber baron fled. Because of the Pancras plague. Except I did not smell a whiff of the gas when I was there. I even hoped to hunker down that night on account of the Ferals but then I heard the Monuments Men coming so I was forced to decamp.

And three nights ago when I spelunkered around Somerset House, the partly bombed wing, I saw that the robber baron there was preparing to flee. It was dark except for one power generator. And I peeked through the boarded up entrance to the inhabited wing and I could see he was packing up portable loot to flee. And tonight guess what. Last announcement before I left on my tri-walk-about. Victim of the Pancras plague. Except I heard he was shot. His garage was open and the automobile is gone. And I bet there will razor wire up by tomorrow. Who in this bankrupt government still has funds for all of this Pancras plague razor wire?

Eh? Eh?" he mused in a soft voice. "And a month ago I heard that the elite revert who once lorded over Apsley House had fled. Before Pancras plague? Or after Pancras plague? Does it matter? Razor wire up and Pancras plague skulls all over it. Hell! The reality is not even the oligarches have the money to keep portable power generators going now. And if they can't power the electricity running through their razor wire security fences then they are sitting ducks for the Scavenger Rats and Drug Gangs and Druggies and Wild Children to attack. Even Ferals. So the rats are fleeing the sinking ship. London. By helicopter if they still have the black market fuel to power their flight out. On account that the roads are controlled by the Outlaws. The Drug Gangs. The Scavenger Rats. The Druggies. The Wild Children. And the Ferals. Automobiles say someone still has money or something to rob. It is as good as trumpeting that to the sky. A moving neon sign saying 'Rob me.'. Getting to black market Southampton by automobile is Russian Roulette with death. Only a copter is safe now. But copters take so much black market petrol.

But what I wonder is this: do the black market fuel sellers alert the Monuments Men? When they sell the last fuel to power a copter? So the Monuments Men can get a leg up to the abandoned treasure house before the Scavenge Rats? Cause that razor wire is up so fast. And them Pancras plagues skull signs are up so fast. And then some of the streets daily harvest of corpses are hauled over to decorate the razor wire. But them Pancras victims are just your run of the mill starved and murdered. They ain't Pancras victims. They are stage decor.

I mean. In theory we at the Elephant & Castle fire department should be alerted to go there and burn the Jahiliyyah that everyone knows has been pilfered. But we don't ever have a chance before the robber barons flees and the Pancras plague razor wire and skull signs go up. And being a prick I have tossed a rotting bone or two and all of the old robber baron security bard wire is suddenly electrified again. But who has the power generators nowadays? Or the fuel? Black market? Or Monuments Men? Or the Morlocks? Oh hell! The black market works for the Morlocks and the Monuments Men are the Morlocks. So what does that make me?"

The fireman grimaced. "I don't work for the Monuments Men who work for the Morlocks. I just want to be a good fireman. A good man" he whispered in a soft voice. "Davy does. But Davy is a bad man. A mean man. He always bullies Ahmad and me into colluding with his schemes. Davy is a very bad man. And some day Davy will get us killed. But for Davy I could have stayed with Wolfey. Why couldn't I have stayed with Wolfey? But the Captain of my fire department suspects us. I .....just sorta ..... kinda ..... appear to ...... collude." The fireman grimaced because what else could his very last illegal action of delivering that 'mail' be except collusion? Collusion with the Monuments Men when he dropped that post card of the latest Jahiliyyah pollution to be hunted down and burned? Priority Number Thumb? Of course that would be routed straight to the Monuments Men. "Hell! How the hell did I get involved? I am not involved. Hell! I am up to my neck in collusion. I have betrayed my fireman oath and my fire department and my religion" The fireman snarled in a harsh voice as he flinched. "Harbi Kafir Bitch Number Thumb. Top of the list of Jahiliyyah every fireman is hunting down. I hope you are worth it if I am beheaded for trying to save you from the bonfires. And I have never ever even seen you before. And I don't even know your damn name. Just your nickname. Madame X."

The fireman flinched as he stared at the wreaked lobby of the tube station. Instead of trains, the once busy tube station was filled by thousands of Muslim migrants lured into coming for the riches of Lost Europe courtesy of lies of Muslim Smugglers and Slavers. Blinded by the golden allure of old Hollywood movies and faded TV shows. Alas, when they arrived they discovered the dismal reality: the bankruptcy of Eurabia. To be exact Dar ul Islam Anglestan. Hundreds of thousands of indigent Muslim migrants were fleeing Muslim failed states all over the Islamic Levant and Muslim Africa every week only to find a clone of the same failure transplanted here. Fleeing Muslim failure only to find Muslim failure. Fleeing Muslim poverty only to find Muslim poverty. Fleeing Muslim violence and war only to find Muslim violence and war. Fleeing Muslim destitution only to find Muslim destitution.

Hundreds of thousands of Muslim migrants bringing their poverty and failure and violence and sectarian hatred and religious fanaticism along with their diseases with them every single week. Hundreds of thousands of indigent Muslim migrants of the Islamic Levant and Muslim Africa huddling in the filth and stench of London. Thousands huddled inside the wreaked lobby of the all but derelict Piccadilly Station. Ragged. Unwashed. Urine and feces and garbage everywhere. The ice frosting the rot. Destitute, diseased, and starving migrants stared at the fireman. Then five Africans gestured to lung at him to attack him. The fireman pulled out his government issued gun and waved it. Only then do they back away. "Where is the money?" the Africans screamed in bitter rage. "Where is the money?"

Then the fireman sighed and kept walking down the ruined street of Piccadilly, once one of the richest streets of London, now a fire gutted ruin. He walked past looted and burned out stores where Muslim migrants huddled in the growing darkness as the sun started to set among the rubble of an once First World city decaying into a Third World city. Everywhere there are migrants. Muslim migrants. Migrants from the Near East and Muslim Africa. Even Muslim South Asia. Hundreds. Thousands. Hundreds of thousands. The indigent Muslim migrants filling every gutted out ruin and alley and sidewalk. Smugglers and Slavers told them Europe's streets were paved with gold. The free handouts were bottomless. The dole was a life of luxury. The riches overflowed. And with the rich Europeans reduced to Dhimmis all of their bottomless wealth and properties and fine houses and expensive cars and bottomless bank accounts and trinkets and treasures were suppose to be confiscated courtesy of the Dhimmi 'Wealth Tax' for The Best of Peoples : the Ubermensch Ummah.

"The mother lode of the fabulously rich West was up for grabs" the fireman mused in a soft voice. " Everything the illiterate and dirt poor Muslims of the most dismal failed states ever dreamed of was theirs for the taking. Like walking into a Hollywood movie. Like becoming a Hollywood Rajah. A Hollywood millionaire." The fireman smirked and then snarled harshly "Or else a modern day Ghazi Razzia Jihadist. A pirate in a turban. Open Sesame. Steal the greatest mother lode of loot in the world. A thousand years of accrued wealth from the work and toil and wars and peace and industry and achievements of the people of Europe. Open Sesame! Take it! Take it all!"

An unchanging and medieval South East Religion and a chic Western Multi-cultural 1960s Marxism garnished with masochistic self hate mixed with a socialistic piffle and a crackpot EU - UN sanctioned agenda dangled the promise of the eradication of world poverty through the redistribution of the wealth of the too successful Western Great Divergence nations of the Northern Hemisphere who happened to be White and Christian in order to bestow unearned riches gratis upon the Brown and Black indigents of devastated South Eastern Negative Divergence Muslim failed states of the Southern Hemisphere who never missed an opportunity to miss an opportunity. Except for war of course. Ancient religious entitlements mixing with new age cultural suicide. Old lemmings and new lemmings leaping collectively off the same cliff which now was the burned out ruin of the derelict Shard.

"Along with the Devshirme culling of the prettiest of their blond children to be war booty" the fireman whispered to his trouble soul. "Sex slaves. 'Whatever thy right hand possesses do with as you will.' Just come and take it! Take it all!" he snarled to himself in a harsh voice. "And this time the Faithful of the Ummah would not even need a weapon. Every man and boy of military age. March. March. March. March into Kafir Europe and take it all. The Descendants of the Western Barbarians who became too civilized. The Scion of the Crusaders who became castrated eunuchs. The Heirs of the Vikings who lost their guts along with their manhood, neutered by Leftist impotency. The too successful who became too decadent. Who no longer had the guts to fight. Or to defend their homes. Or their families. Or their children. Or their churches. Or their God. Allah u Akbar. Our God is Greater.' So Europe is become Eurabia. The bottomless cornucopia of Christian Europe is open for the whole of the Islamic Levant and Muslim Africa to come and take. And take. And take. Forever. A bottomless cornucopia of riches. Except the Hollywood movie has become a Medina trench. Or is it a bottomless mass grave?"

The fireman flinched. "I really did love her" he whispered to his troubled soul as a flashback of something hanging from an attic beam flashed in his unruly Fikr mind. In his troubled mind he sang an haram song by Mahler:

And now farewell my darling treasure

now I must leave you

until next summer or fall or winter

when can I return to you?

Where is my love

whom I have left?

Why she is buried in the churchyard

where you have left her!

And all of your mourning and crying

has cannot raise her.

"No! The line goes 'who has killed her!" the softer voice interrupted.

Now I shall go to the churchyard

to look for my beloved's grave.

Oh my darling treasure

open up your grave.

You cannot hear the bells toiling.

You cannot hear the birds singing.

You cannot see the sun or moon or me.

Open your grave my treasure.

Open up your grave to me!

And let us lay together one last time

arm in arm forever ....

"That is not how the song goes!" the softer voice whispered in the fireman's head.

"Shut up! Shut up! Sh...." Suddenly the fireman ducked as a drug gang lobbed hand grenades at each other. Human flesh hailed down from the sky, the bloody sunset merging into bloody flesh. Then the fireman marched firmly away from the latest carnage. His lack of horror proving that even carnage can became banal when it is done every single night.

"Isn't that what Mohammad promised when he wrote the 'Sword Verse'? Convert and join in the plundering of Dar ul Harb as a member of the Dar ul Islamic Ummah. A tidal wave of Jihad roaring outward across the world. Fight and die. Waging glorious Ghazi Razzia. Attack. Rob. Rape. Pillage. Enslave. And destroy. Holy War for Holy Profit. Bottomless War Booty. And if dying during Ghazi Razzia you will reap Paradise complete with 2 Divine Houris with great dark eyes and huge breasts which never sag and 72 celestial virgins and 70 war booty Kafir sex slaves to rape eternally and Pearly Boys on the side. There are 99 names for Allah but Love is not one of them so I guess a divine brothel is all a soul can hope for! The Plunder Machine operating overtime. Harvesting the riches of the Kafir. Reaping the treasures of the Shirk. Culling the properties and the assets of the Unbeliever. And gleaning endless war booty sex slaves from the Infidel. And slaves. Slaves. Slaves. Endless slaves. Endless slaves along with bottomless plunder.

The most luscious war booty. And gold showering down upon The Best of Peoples from Allah." The fireman unconsciously wiped spatters of flesh and blood off his black fireman uniform as he marched resolutely into the bloody sunset. He walked over fresh corpses of Muslim drug gangsters and their dead clients. Despite the freshness of the deaths the bodies looked disconcertingly decayed. "The rot gut drugs are getting worse and worse" the fireman mused as he walked around the gory corpses. "The drugs are so rot gut they devour the flesh of the users as if acid. Eating the flesh. Where do the drug gangs get the stuff now?

Or else, if you do not have the guts to fight and die, surrender to the 'Divine Slavery' and embrace Dhimmitude. Cower and grovel. Hand over all of your endless bottomless wealth to The Dominators. The Dominators. All of the wealth of the Kafir and the Shirk and the Unbeliever and the Infidel turned into jizya tribute. All of the illegal wealth of the Hell bound deviant and the most base and depraved of Najis filthy creatures turned into a cornucopia of bottomless taxes and tariffs and extortion and bribes and payola. Pay the price for being disenfranchised. Pay the price for being demoted from Ubermensch to Untermensch. Pay the price of servitude to the New Masters. Pay the price of conquest to the New Elite. The New Ruling Class. The Ummah of the Caliphate. To be grounded down as if through an olive press. Until every last drop of gold is extracted. Down to the Kafir gold teeth" the fireman snarled to his soul.

"Hell but I love how Wolfey used to talk when he cut into the harangues of the hoity-toity holies on TV" the fireman snarled to himself in a harsh voice. "I recognized Wolfey's voice behind the Anarchist mask last night. Hell! That is the only reason why I bother to watch. To watch for Wolfey. Where are you Wolfey?" he whispered in a softer voice. "Where are you? Are you still alive Wolfey? Am I going to die tonight Wolfey? Why do I think I am going to die tonight? I think I am going mad Wolfey. But I must not tell Ahmad or else he will cry. I hate it when Ahmad cries. Crying for his Sock Monkey. Ahmad is so pathetic. Such a whining whelp!" he snarled in a harsher voice. "It just unnerves me so. I get so angry. The way The Dominator always got angry just before he would wallop us.

Isn't that what Dhimmitude was invented for? Isn't that what Mohammad promised his faithful when Mecca was all but destroyed in the Prophet's endless Ghazi Razzia Wars? To find his Faithful new sources of wealth. To make them all rich again. Richer. Reaping bottomless riches. To allow not only endless Ghazi Razzia war and arson and devastation and pillage and rapine and endless war booty and endless slaves be they white or black or brown and endless, bottomless riches for the taking but also the endless exploitation of the Najis filthy Untermensch. The Najis filthy Untermensch buying cowardly protection from Ghazi Razzia to at least save their miserable lives until every last drop of gold is extracted from them. And Devshirme culling of the prettiest blond children of the Dhimmis to be sex slaves. Never forget that! 'Whatever thy right hand possesses do with as you will. Whatever thy right hand possesses do with as you will" the fireman whispered bitterly to his traumatized soul. "But that did not buy me love."

The fireman walked through filthy sidewalks covered by diseased and starving migrants amidst urine and feces and mounds of garbage. Many of the mounds formed from mounds of the frozen from the last winter, now decomposing into foul black rot. Some of the still moving bodies were listless from hunger. Some of the bodies were listless from drugs. Some of the bodies were listless because they were dying. Some of the bodies were simply dead. "Allah has 99 names but Love is not one of them." The fireman flinched as a PTSD image flashed back into his wounded brain. The image recycling continuously as if a movie that never stops. Replaying over and over and over in his brain. A trauma that could never be exorcized. His mother cowering at the feet of the screaming Dominator as he brutally beats her bloody. So bloody the blood spatters all over the dismal basement apartment as children cower in terror. The fireman again a small boy cowering in terror as he tries to protect the other children as The Dominator beats up his mother for the umpteenth time. "Allah has 99 names but Love is not one of them. But Allah I loved her. I loved her to the bottom of my troubled soul" the fireman whispered. A tear dropped from one eye.

The fireman furtively wiped it away. "Don't think about it. Don't think about her. Don't think about her long black hair. Don't play the music in my head Mohammad! Not that last opera we watched with Wolfey in the park! On his lap top! Reclining on the warm grass side and side and watching 'Peleas And Melisande'! That is what caused me to love her! Because of her long black hair! Spying on her from afar and accidentally watching her sweep out her long wet hair on the fire escape to comb its long locks with that comb. And I longed to be that comb! And I imagined my fingers combing her long dark hair! But for hearing that forbidden music and watching that erotic love scene of that guy making love to that beautiful long hair in that haram opera I might not have done what I did! Well! That bastard of a cleric did utter one truth at least. Haram Kafir music can drive a good Muslim mad! And I was never even a good Muslim. At least not like Mohammad. Oh think about something Davy else or you will go mad!

What else did Mohammad's 632 ultimatum to Christian Rome and Zoroastrian Persia mean? '....embrace Islam and you will be safe' ----- from incredibly brutal and destructive Ghazi Razzia Jihad ---- at the cost of a life time of exploitation and humiliation by The Dominators. So in both violent war and groveling peace the Dominators of the Ubermensch Ummah would reap bottomless riches from their victims. Gold would rain down. And every one of the chosen Faithful would be rich. Rich! Rich! Rich! All of the riches and treasures and wealth of the Dar ul Harb world. A cornucopia of riches powering down forever in a shower of gold. All of the riches and treasures and wealth of the Dar ul Harbi Kafirs. No Kafir has the right to be richer or more prosperous or more successful than the Chosen. The Best of Peoples. Much less free. Being too depraved, as depraved as the most base of cattle, a people of 'no morality' and 'no intelligence'. 'Living their lives like animals. Bending any rule to fulfill their base desires.'

The sub human Najis filth cannot be allowed to run amok" the fireman snarled in a bitter voice as he marched toward the bloody sun. "They can only be allowed to exist as sub human cattle to toil for The Faithful. To enrich The Chosen. To kowtow to the New Ubermensch. The New Rulers. The New Masters. The New Dominators. The Ummah." Then the fireman ducked as another sinister helicopter roared across the bloody sunset. Machine guns blazing. The fireman ducked along with everyone else until the Mortality Police flew into the bloody sunset. Then the fireman resumed his march toward the bloody sun as if being called toward some mysterious person or place or thing he knew not what.

*** ***

The madwoman bustled about the bastion making sure the black out curtains over the shuttered and boarded up windows were closed so no light could leak out to alert the world to the presence of the lost treasure house. Then she checked the power generator and turned on the flickering lights in their ornate Victorian fixtures. The deliberate warm dimness bathing the surroundings with luxurious golden halos which danced off every exquisite surface and sensuous richness. She bustled into her father's library with her tiny ration on a butler's tray along with a battered tea pot. Then she sat down in her father's old leather chair and arranged her meal on the small side table.

"I am feeling much better now my dear. I am so sorry we quarreled earlier. Morphine is a wonderful defense against aging." The madwoman sipped her tea. "The basement is still over half full! A cache any survivalist could envy! We still have everything we could possibly need my dear! Including weaponry worthy of Father! And every sort of advance security! So never fear! We would be alerted if anyone dares to slither in to slit our throats! We damsels will look after each other as always! Well! Maybe 'damsel' is not quite the word. What word would you suggest?" the madwoman asked the oil painting as she sipped her tea. "Besides 'mad'?...."

*** ***

The donkey man nimbly peddled his bicycle in and out of the growing shadows as his German Shepard professionally served as both his early warning and his bodyguard. Always on his left side. The professional habits of a lifetime propelled the donkey man forward. Delivery after delivery. The courtier did his job despite the threats the lawless streets posed to anyone, especially the conquered who refused to wear the badge of shame. Above the ground London was Muslim Mad Max Mayhem. Still the donkey man deftly slipped in and out of each deepening shadow, and in and out of each deceptively abandoned building boasting Pancras gas skull warnings, and in and out of razor wire and the carcasses of burnt automobiles as well as just plain carcasses. Death was everywhere. As if a battlefield. "I wish all of our outposts had portal connections to the Underground" the courtier whispered to his dog. "But many of our outposts are unmoored. Islands in the sea of anarchy. They depend on you and me to deliver vital supplies. Foods. Medicines. Intel. Eh. Eh. Remember Maxie? I mean Max. No! You wouldn't. Would you? But your brave mater and pater would. Just like Calais. Remember? The bad old days...."

The donkey man remembered his last trip to Calais. "Do you remember Max? Our last trip? Just after the rigged Brexit voice? Just before the Traitors sold us out? Stripping this island if its army and navy? Sending in Blue Helmet mercenaries from Africa and paramilitary police from Berlin to quell the bloody riots? Then German Army units? Right after overthrowing the Magna Carta and Common Law to impose EU law? Imposing EU Sharia? Disenfranchising us? Turning us into prisoners in our own country? Turning us into strangers in our own nation?" The donkey man remembered his last lorry trip to Calais. The trip on the ferry was tense as everyone sat mute. The fears suddenly kicking in. The fears that the new prime minster was not going to be a vindication of Multi-cultural ideals but rather the incarnation of the reality of unraveling France. Unraveling Europe. That Dhimmi Dave was still in power behind the scenes as the Quisling for the Brussels Junta and the Dictator of Berlin. That the 'ever closer union' was metastasizing into a nightmare. A mere corrupt semi-dictatorship metastasizing into a full blown dictatorship which was now armed to the teeth with its own paramilitary police and army and navy complete with star chamber courts and EU judges who were kangaroo court enforcers. Everyone in England slowly realizing that they had committed the most terrible mistake in voting Remain as lie after lie after lie was exposed. The blood from the 'Brexit Hangover Riots' not yet dry. Then the lorry driver drove off the ferry and inched his way into France to confronted 'Visions of 2050' head on. The moment he left the fortified bastion of the ferry landing a rock hit the window shield of his lorry.

The ex-lorry driver turned donkey courtier gritted his teeth as a PTSD flashback hit him like a rock. The donkey man was barely able to peddle into a dark ruin before he shook uncontrollably. His loyal dog resolutely stood guard on the left side to protect his master as the donkey man shook. Violently shaking on his bicycle as he remembered being in that lorry as that rock sent a spider's web of cracks into his window shield. "It got worse from there Max" the donkey man said softly as he remembered how he flinched when that rock cracked part of his window shield. Five years of escalating threats building up into uncontrollable tremors. Then he remembered how he gritted his teeth as he hit the pedal and drove hard as he ran the gauntlet of thousands of howling, cursing, rioting migrants to get to the loading bastion. Rushing from one island of electrified bard wire and concrete barriers and guns to another island of electrified bard wire and concrete barriers and guns. Machine guns spraying overhead as he hurled his lorry inside the bastion in the middle of a no man's land of anarchy. Then he loaded his lorry in the railroad loading yard. But his hands shook. His held his two German Shepards Maxie and Bud, the mater and pater of Max, in his arms to try to stop the PTSD. Then he smoked as he huddled with other terrified drivers in the fortified loading bastion. Everyone trading horror stories. "Why couldn't the damn Frogs do anything as Calais unraveled?" the donkey man told Max in soft whispers. The donkey man remembered how he listened to the French loaders bewailing the destruction of their own city as he waited to again face the return gauntlet to the ferry fortress.

"Why can't you do anything mate?" the donkey man remembered asking his French counterpart. "Why won't your government do anything to stop this? This is insane mate. You are all but besieged in your own country. Look at this. The railroad link is fortified and this landing loading transfer zone is fortified. The riot police are inside the damn fences and the migrants are running amok outside. They control you damn town mate. How do you live? What the hell is happening in Calais proper is we are all but huddled inside an improvised fortress here?"

The French loader wept. "There is no Calais Mon Ami. Not no more. Year by year Hollande just cravenly appeased and appeased and appeased the damn migrants who kept demanding more and more and more. As hundreds came here. Then thousands. Then hundreds of thousands. Then half a million. And now there are over a million here Mon Ami. Inch by inch they have taken Calais.

At first it was just The Jungle at the outskirts of the town. A sweet piece of countryside turned into a hell zone of mud and filth and urine and feces and mounds of garbage. And so much violence it became a No Go Zone. The damn Multi-cultural fools, what you called the useful idiots, used to try to feed the animals. But they attacked them. Then the animals attacked the news crews. I laughed when the damn do-goodies from the Globe Theater tried to stay a play. They were attacked. And that damn fool movie star. Jude Law. Attacked as he tried to give a do-goody speech about opening the borders to the poor migrants. The poor refugees. The rapefugees. Then the anarchists moved in as law and order moved out.

Every Muslim woman and child was assault or molested or raped. ISIS flags sprouting up everywhere. Then radicals with flags. 'F*&% France.' Then signs. 'Brick by brick. Wall by wall. Europe's fortress has to fall.' Then demonstrations erupted supposedly protesting our 'racism' and our 'Islamophobia' when we protested the growing cesspool and the collapse of law and order. The tourists were being scared away. The lorries were being terrorized away. Our businesses were being driven away. Our stores and restaurants were empty of patrons. The Chunnel was under continuous attack. Losing billions. We were losing hundreds of euros a week. Then thousands of euros a week. Then hundreds of thousands of euros a week. Then the so-called demonstrations turned into riots. Arson. And violence.

Then the houses on the other side of the fence which separated The Jungle from Calais were confiscated. For the migrants. And because it was not safe any longer. Then we were pushed back into Calais proper. the countryside became lawless. Lawless. The roads became lawless. Lawless. The police were so afraid of coming out of their own stations they surrendered Calais to the animals. We started to erect fences. Razor wire. Sensors. Though it was illegal we started to stock up on stun guns and then real guns. We were being attacked Mon Ami. Knifed. And the police cowered. They would say 'The animals all look alike. What can we do?'

The riot police came and we thought the nightmare was over. But then the damn useful idiots protested that the riot police were being too brutal. They were violating the human rights of the poor migrants. But what about our human rights Mon Ami? Who protested when we citizens of Calais were being brutalized and attacked by the migrants? Attacks after attacks. Robberies. Assaults. Rapes. Our school children. The damn animals would force their way into their school buses. And they would barge right into our homes. Demanding everything. As if we were White Slaves. Soon no female was safe. Soon no one was safe.

Then the migrants started to invade Calais. During the day they would line the streets and threaten us. Gesturing obscenely. Gesturing to slash our throats. Waving pipes and clubs. And getting drunk and then vomiting all over the place. The damn authorities gave them 2000 euros a month. And free food. Free medicine. Free everything. And they used it on liquor and drugs while robbing us. Shop lifting. While urinating and defecating everywhere. And the police would barely contain them. Our gutless politicians fiddled as Rome burned. And Calais burned. During our one pathetic protest our most famous general came to protest the betrayal of Calais. And riot police who could not find the wherewithal to arrest one lawless migrant beat the grand old hero with clubs and dragged him away. But that regional election the damn gutless eunuchs refused to vote for Le Pen. Hollande said everything was under control and anyone who protested or voted for Le Pen was a racist or bigot or Islamophobe. So the gutless people of Calais voted as usual. For eunuchs. As usual. Including me. And we deserved what we got accordingly.

Then increasingly the Calais animals controlled the night. As suddenly we realized we were invaded Mon Ami. Invaded. By thousands and thousands of migrants. They controlled the roads. And then the streets. And every night they would attack us. So we became prisoners in our own homes at night. Our fences topped by razor wire. We were prisoners inside our pathetic fences. And no matter how much we would telephone the police they would never come. And no one was arrested. And those animals would throw filth at our windows every night. And urinate and defecate on our fences to show their contempt for us. And scream all night long. And gesture to cut our throats. And my wife and children were terrified. Unable to sleep. And I had to retrofit the basement as a panic room. While reinforcing the shutters with steel bars. And buttress the door. We were becoming prisoners in our own city. In our own homes.

If my shift was late here I could not go home. I dare not go. I would be attacked on the streets at night. By them. The animals. For what else can you call savages who attack and rape and steal? Befouling and besmirching our poor city as their anarchy ruined us. They would attack and rob anyone. Welding metal clubs. Pipes. Knives. And even guns. Setting fires. Besmirching our monument to our dead heroes. And attacking our Catholic church. It got so bad the riot police totally lost control at night. Then one night I was trapped here. And during the night my wife called me on my cell phone. Screaming! The migrants were breaking into our home! She had barricaded our children in the basement. And she was screaming. And what could I do? I was trapped here! I called the police. But what could they do? They were outnumbered. Just as afraid as I was. All I could do was listen to my poor wife scream into her cell phone as the animals pounded at the door to the panic room.

Finally at dawn I was able to get home as the riot police crept out to restore their dubious sense of order. Calais was trashed. And I found my home wreaked. All but destroyed. Vandalized and looted. Everything stolen or else wreaked. And my wife and children cowering in the basement which I had retrofitted as a panic room. I had no choice but to send them to Paris. But I needed a job. And there was only this job. EU unemployment was inching up toward fifty percent so I had to keep my job. I had to stay here. So I and so many others hunkered down here as this became a fortress. I lived behind barb wire.

And then the migrants started to take over Calais proper. Even during the day. Attacking anyone. Driving away the tourists entirely. Driving away the retirees and the families. Stoning us if we dared go to church. Vandalizing our graveyard. Vandalizing our monuments. Destroying our little park. The citizens of Calais lived in terror as the migrants rioted. Attacking and looting shops. Burning down businesses. Attacking the police in their station. Setting fires and then attacking the fire engine when it tried to put out the fires. Attacking the ambulance and the doctors and nurses until the hospital closed. Except for the clinic here. Everyone left increasingly bottled up here. Inside this improvised fortress of electrified barb wire and concrete barricades. And every plea to call out the army fell on deaf ears. Soon Calais was ruined. Its economy all but totally destroyed. Every business all but bankrupt. And our pathetic female mayor who never found the wherewithal to protect our women and children boasted that she saved us from ruination by securing a contract from the EU to hire us at manual labor wages to clean up the foul feces and rotting garbage of the migrants. As Najis we would be paid to clean up Najis.

Then the migrants moved bodily into Calais as it was abandoned. Terrorizing the last holdouts until they fled. Then they trashed it and turned Calais into the New Jungle. Garbage and feces and rot and filth and drugs everywhere. Rapes and riots every night. Then all but burned down in arson attacks. And fouled and trashed. Our pretty town reduced to a movie set for Mad Max. Calais had become a war zone. And suddenly Mon Ami we realized we had become foreigners in our own country. And the criminals ruled us. We were prisoners. Prisoners in our own country. Only safe inside this improvised fortress of electrified barb wire and concrete barriers. And the riot police were behind the wire with us. And we were besieged here. And now the fortified railroad link is being attacked nonstop. Half of the time the Chunnel is shut. And if the railroad link is cut or if the businesses decide to give up on Calais entirely then we will be doomed. As it is Calais is a ghost town. An insane asylum. Muslim Mad Max Mayhem!"

The donkey man remembered his last desperate run. The wind so cold. Piercing. Cutting. His lorry loaded. Massive chains securing it. Then he remembered how he loaded Bud in the lorry to guard the cargo. He loaded Maxie in his cab. Then he got into his cab and placed his navigation device and security camera on the dash and placed his Taser stun gun in reach. Then he locked his doors and commenced what would be his very last 'running of the gauntlet' from the secured loading fortress to the fortified ferry loading fortress. The razor wire fenced road was lined with hundreds of thousands of violent migrants. Cursing! Jeering! Screaming! Welding broken liquor bottles as weapons or else knives or butcher knives or clubs or iron bars! Gesturing to slash his throat! Everywhere the razor wire had been blown up to allow the migrants to attack the lorries as they made their desperate runs. Thousands of screaming migrants throwing rocks, throwing bricks, and throwing pipes.

Then a Molotov cocktail was hurled right at him! The fiery missile shattering on his side door. Fire splashing. Then five migrants ran before his lorry and hurled rocks. The rocks shattering the window shield. Then a migrant hurled steel pole of the destroyed fence right through the window shield as if a spear! The glass exploded! Impaling the lorry driver's face as if glass shrapnel! The end of the pole only one foot from his face! All but blind from the glass and from blood the lorry driver swerved wildly as his lorry careened off the road. Then migrants hurled chunks of concrete into both of the windows of his doors. The glass shattering. And the lorry crashed.

Suddenly the screaming migrants were hurling themselves into his lorry cab. One grabbing the navigation device. One grabbing his cell phone. And one trying to grab his Taser stun gun. Maxie attacked one migrant as the lorry driver desperately grabbed the stun gun to fend off his attackers. At the same time Bud howled out a blood thirsty howl as the dog was attacked. More migrants throw themselves into his cab to attack him. Knives flashing! Then Maxie was hit. Slashed. Blood spattering everywhere. And a knife plunged into the lorry driver's chest.

At that moment riot police opened fire. Machine guns blazing. Under the volley of bullets one riot policeman dragged the bloody lorry driver to safety. The donkey man cringed as he shook with the PTSD flashback. Shaking. Holding on to Max for dear life. Then he remembered waking in hospital in Dover. Covered with bandages. A doctor telling him how lucky he was to still be alive. Three knife wounds. Two degree burn wounds. So much glass taken out of his face his face was covered by bandages. "I don't know if we can save your left eye Sir."

"What about Maxie and Bud?"

"Who?"

"My dogs."

"Or Sir. I am so very sorry...."

The donkey man gasped for breath as the panic attack seized him. He yanked off the donkey mask and hypo ventilated as his badly scarred face convulsed. Then he hugged Max as he wept, desperately trying to mute his terror as he cowered in the shadows of an occupied city. Slowly the PTSD flashback ebbing away. Then he grimaced. "By the time I was out of hospital we learned the terrible truth. The first democratically elected Muslim Prime Minister of Great Britain betrayed us. He overthrew our democracy and outlawed the Magna Carta and Common Law. He imposed EU laws. And too late we realized it was EU Sharia. He declared himself Caliph. As foreign paramilitary police and German soldiers marched in our streets. Our courts highjacked entirely. And we found ourselves disenfranchised. Stripped of our legal rights. Our human rights. And demoted to Untermensch 'D's. Strangers in our own land. And prisoners in our own country." Then, still shaking, he pulled his mask back on and then climbed back on his bicycle. "The Dire Wolf Fenrir has devoured everything down to the bone of the carcass." Then weeping, he nodded to Max. Then he carefully eased his way fugitively from shadow to shadow as he resumed his courtier deliveries to the besieged Harbi Rebel outposts in the sea of surface Muslim Mad Max Mayhem.

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As he marched toward the horrifically gory colors of the setting sun bleeding over a darkening sky a PTSD flashback filled the fireman's mind. Recycling over and over. The Dominator towering over his tiny kingdom of cowering victims. The basement flat dismal and tiny. The single naked electric light bulb swinging wildly from the ceiling. His mother beaten bloody for not preparing the meal just right. Her face a grotesque mask of swollen flesh and blood, her hands shaking as she tries to supplicant the towering bully. Her abuser. Her cousin. Her Mehram master and guardian and owner. Her husband. The Dominator grabbing the pot of stew and throwing it against the far wall as he screams in rage, high on crack. Then throwing the terrified woman against the wall as the nine children scream in another corner of the hellish basement of the cheap boarding house. Then The Dominator sweeps up the freshly cooked crack cocaine into his bag. "That swill is not even fit for dogs or women" the Dominator screams. "I will eat at the apartment of one of my other Welfare Wives. You disgust me! You can't even breed any more children for me to profit from in Welfare payments!"

"Because you kicked me when I was pregnant and I miscarried!" the one time English convert cried as she cowered before her abuser. "You said you loved me despite me being Special Needs! You said I was special because I was White and would look so beautiful in hijab! You said I looked so beautiful because of my 'Moonglow'! Because I was thirteen years old! You said you loved me! But right after we eloped to the secret mosque wedding you locked me up here and started to ..... No! No! Don't kick me again! Please! Please! Please! God! God! Don't kick me again!"

"Because you dared to rebel!" the Dominator shouts. "You questioned my authority! And where is your hijab? You White whore! You stupid, retarded White whore!"

"No! Please! Please! Don't hit me again! Please! Please! At least give me some money to buy food to feed my children!" the battered woman screams as she throws herself at her Mehram's feet. In reply The Dominator kicks her as if a dog. Then he drags her by her long dark hair and hurls her against the wall as the children scream.

"I am going out to wage jihad!" the Dominator screams, high on crack. "Rotting out the Kafirs. They are the basest of creatures who bend the laws to fulfill every base desire. So depraved they wallow like pigs in drugs and alcohol and every sort of foul sex. Consorting with whores in public. Walking on the public streets with them. Walking in the public parks with them. Holding hands. Laughing. Kissing. Without veils or any sense of morality or shame. Dinning together at outdoor cafes together. Listening to haram brass band music with them. Playing haram soccer on the park grass with them. Walking their haram dogs with them. Or else sunning on the grass as they play haram chess together while picnicking. Sipping haram wine.

What else can you expect from such a depraved people of neither morality or intelligence. As vile as vermin! Apes! Pigs! Dogs! Najis filth the lot of them! I will wage jihad upon them all. And rot out their depraved minds. At the unlicensed bar which my cousin Omar runs. Peddling liquor as I peddle drugs. To rot them out. To use their weaknesses against them. To rot out this whole accurst Najis filthy country! This Dar ul Harb cesspool! Until it is so corrupted it falls when The Faithful have multiplied enough Jihadists to raise up and overthrow the bastion of the Crusaders!"

"Please! Please! You took the entire month's welfare check to cook crack. How can I feed our children?" the bloody, cowering woman cried. Prematurely aged after being prematurely married. Her mental impairment making her vulnerable. Unable to escape her abuser.

"Fed them pig swell. No wonder the Prophet, peace be upon him, said no prayer soars up to Allah if uttered in the presence of a donkey or dog or a Kafir or a woman."

"At least give me permission to leave the apartment to go to the Red Cross soup kitchen to feed our children. Please! We are starving!"

"Don't you dare go there to grovel!" The Dominator bellows. "A Muslim must never ever allow the Najis filthy Kafir to triumph over them!"

"Please give me permission to leave to dig out food from trash cans then!"

"No. I will not give you permission. Only whores conspire to walk the public streets without their Mehrams. There is no excuse for a moral Muslim female to ever leave her Mehram's house. Not even if veiled from top to toe. Not even to beg. Not even to go to mosque. If you dare leave this place I will strangle you! And never ever take off your hijab again you stupid, retarded, White whore!" Then the Dominator grabs his trophy wife by her long hair and wallops her with his fist as her swollen face explodes with blood. Then he drags her by her long dark hair and throws her to the floor as the children scream in terror. "I dominate here! I rule here! And you must obey me without question! I am the Mehram! I am the Master! I dominate! I rule! Muslims must dominate and rule! They can never ever allow themselves to be dominated and ruled! Do you understand!" Then The Dominator screams before storming out.

After The Dominator leaves then the oldest of the children creeps up, clutching his tattered old blanket. His worn blanket so threadbare it seems more of a child's blankie than a blanket. The boy clutches the worn blanket and rubs his face with it. A small child consumed by fear. But then the boy heroically pulls himself together. He wraps his worn blanket around his bloody mother. Then the child picks up the thrown pot of cheap stew. And the fireman, a child again, uses his hands to scoop up the thrown food from the floor and the wall. With small shaking hands he desperately shoves it back into the pot. Then he places the pot on the dingy table and ladles out the cheap food.

"See Mommy. We can still eat it. And tomorrow I can sneak out and dig food out of trash cans behind the Indian Take Out around the corner. The Hindu owner lets me dig into the trash cans for leftovers all of the time. See. See. Come and sit down everyone. Stop crying everyone. I fixed it! I fixed it! Where is Sock Monkey? See? See? Sock Monkey has come out of hiding. Sock Monkey is not crying. I will protect you! I will protect us! All of us! Everyone has food. See! Mommy. Please stop crying. Please Mommy!" The small boy uses his worn blanket to rub his mother's bloody face. Then he helps her to the table. "Please come and sit down everyone. See! See! I fixed it! I fixed it! You can't even tell the food was thrown on the floor at all...."

The fireman flinched as the trauma again bled into his mind. The PTSD flashback recycling over and over and over in his mind. A never ending memory inflicting nonstop pain and terror. The past always the present. The nightmare always replaying over and over and over in his head. "That is what Mohammad told us." the fireman muttered in a soft voice. "That is what Mohammad told his Faithful. Peace be upon him. He would make his Faithful the richest and most powerful and dominating people of the world. The Rulers. The Dominators. That is what Mohammad told us. His Faithful. We would dominate. Dominate and rule. And the Dar ul Harb world would surrender and submit. Every Kafir and Shirk surrendering before the Dominators. Groveling before the Dominators. Every Infidel and Unbeliever. Cowering. Cowering before us. The Rulers. The Dominators. With 'peace' defined as 'Submission' and 'Surrender' to the Dominators who are Allah's Enforcers of the 'Divine Slavery'." The fireman eyed an African Muslim migrant in ragged clothes and wild hair staring at him. The fireman held his hand over the butt of the gun lodged inside the flap of his fireman uniform until the starving migrant moved on to assault someone else.

"Fools!" the fireman muttered harshly under his breath. "The migrants thought they had been given carte blanche to come and enjoy everything they ever dreamed of. Like what they saw in all of those old Hollywood movies and faded TV shows. And those old Shirk Bollywood movies too. Everything the Kafir and the Shirk enjoyed would magically becomes theirs. For free. Everything would rain down upon them. Like magic. As if a genii lamp. As if 'A Hundred And One Arabian Nights'. Everything would now belong to The Best of Peoples . The Chosen of Allah. Charity. Bah. Entitlement. Money. Money. Money. Take it all. The wealth of the Christian Europe at last. The conquest of Christian Europe at last. The Crusaders defeated at last. Then on to Bollywood.

A very long war waged since 632 would finally and at last achieve a glorious victory. Every Muslim migrant from every Muslim failed state all over the world would escape their Islamic failed state poverty to at last reap what he was always entitled to enjoy. The promise of Mohammad to the Faithful happening at last. Richer than caliphs. Rulers. Dominators. The Best of Peoples before whom the entire world cowers. And unlike the 2015 Muslim migrants who had to pretend it was humanitarian charity which they were entitled to demand per the EU- UN Agenda 21 the 2025 Muslim migrants would take it as jizyah. As tribute. As entitlement. No longer even bothering to pretend. An army marching to conquer without weapons. Coming as Rulers. As Dominators. And they would not even have to pretend to smile as their hands cynically formed a 'heart' to the Kafir Camera. The fools. The useful idiots. The Ubermensch Ummah would march into Christian Europe and conquer it without firing a shot. And the take it all. Money. Money. Money." the fireman snarled bitterly as he walked down the devastated street. "Fools!"

A starving child came and gestured. "Do you want me? Take me. Just give me a penny to buy paint fumes so I can pretend I am in paradise for half a hour." She gestured to her starving and diseased body. Eleven years old and already ravished. The fireman gestured no and kept on walking toward the bloody sunset as if drawn toward some mysterious destination. The golds and reds and purples smeared themselves across the sky amidst great swatches of green such as no normal sky should boast of.

So the migrants paid hundreds, even thousands, sometimes everything they had, even selling their wives or children to Muslim Smugglers who were also Slavers only to come and discover that golden Europe was no more. Golden Europe of the old Hollywood movies and faded TV shows was now Dar ul Islam Eurabia. And Dar ul Islam Eurabia was bankrupt. Every drop of gold already drained as if a halal sheeple with its jugular slashed and shoved on a spike to pour out its blood in a hemorrhage. Every drop of gold already extracted. Down to the gold teeth. Almost two billion Muslims lured toward the golden eggs of Europe only to discover the golden goose which once laid those golden eggs was not only dead but rotting. The carcass of Christian Europe black and squirming with maggots as rats gnawed at the remains. The riches of Europe scattered to the winds as almost two billion indigent Muslims came to feast as if jackals only to devour the last crumbs off the dead carcass as if vultures. "Where are you Wolfey?" the fireman whispered softly. "Why do I think I am going to die tonight?...."

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The madwoman finished washing up her battered tea pot. Then she checked her state of the art security apparatus. It formed quite an intimidating counterpoint to the staggering piles of antiquate treasures heaped everywhere. Then she walked from room to room to admire the staggering mass of oil paintings, Rococo porcelain, Greek or Renaissance bronzes, Medieval sculptures, Classical nudes, Neoclassical marbles, Victorian mosaics, Edwardian tapestries, Art Deco silver, fantastical Indian carvings, fragile Bali cutwork, Japanese treasures of every type, and the odd nod to modernity in the form of a perfectly restored Indian Motorcycle engine polished as bright as chrome and displayed on a Greek pedestal as if a priceless sculpture.

And everywhere there were piled books. Hundreds of books. Thousands of books. Books were piled everywhere there was space. On every shelf. On every inch of floor. Every sort of book! Mundane paperbacks next to rare volumes. Heavy philosophical tomes next to lavishly illustrated limited editions. Then the madwoman went to an antiquated record player. She carefully pulled a vinyl record out of a dusty paper sleeve and placed it on the ornate contraption. Then she adjusted the brass horn. Then she carefully eased the needle down to the first grove. And the beautiful aria from 'Madame Butterfly' softly filled the lost treasure house.....

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As his men assembled in the ruined lobby of the abandoned hotel Wolfe carefully surveyed the graffiti for their hidden meanings. Then he paced the shattered remains of the 1930s Art Deco splendor. Nervous, Wolfe went into the bar and jump up on to the bar and sat, legs dangling, as he waited for his rendezvous. He lined up his weaponry nervously. Then he noticed a torn swatch of pealing wallpaper ripped off the far wall. The slanting of the scribbling was odd. Then he realized the crayon scribble was written backwards. He jumped off the bar and went up to survey the bare patch on the far wall. The crayon was actually lipstick. He turned around and surveyed the reflection through the spidery cracks of the massive mirror suspended over the dusty bar. 'We always kill the thing we love Davy'. The Anarchist blanched. Then he noticed ripped up pieces of wall paper tossed all over the floor. He knelt down and reassembled the tatters as if a puzzle. 'We always kill the thing we love Davy'. "Oh God. Davy. Where you here earlier this day? Don't go into the Greenwich Tunnel tonight Davy. Don't go. Don't go. The Chimes toll at Midnight tonight Davy. Will I ever see you again? Were you here earlier? Or are you dead? Or are you a ghost? Will you live to see the dawn? Or are you going to die tonight? I so regret our last meeting in the Greenwich Tunnel Davy. If only. If only. Am I going to die tonight Davy? Are we all going to die tonight?....."

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The armed men crept up into the top floor of the apparently derelict building high up over the Piccadilly Circus Traffic Circle They ignored the Pancras Plague signs of skulls and cross bones and moved effortlessly through the apparently insurmountable razor wire. One man drew graffiti on one besmirched wall. 'The Warriors of Thor'. Then he drew a symbol of Thor's Hammer. Other silent men in dark battle dress and improvised armor looked out of the gutted windows and carefully surveyed the hundreds of thousands of aimlessly milling migrants spiraling slowing around the missing naked Eros statue in the broken water fountain overflowing with garbage and feces. Then the Morlocks silently commenced setting up their machine gun nest as their captain radioed the machine gun nest across the devastated circus.

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The fireman kept walking through the devastated city, one hand on the gun in his fireman's uniform inside the flap of his sinister black fireman uniform. Arson and criminal Ghazi Razzia spiraling out of control into a free- for- all orgy of looting and raping and destroying. The Muslim elite barricaded into massive fortified bastions far from the thousands and thousands and thousands of indigent and starving Muslim rabble gnawing on the remains of Lost Europe. That is the nature of ponzi schemes. Only the first get the riches. The late comers only get the ruination. But ultimately after the ponzi scheme totally tanks there bitter losers turn on the illicit winners. And then there is only ruination for everyone.

The elite Muslims, the 'Reverts' were those self serving CEO's of global consortiums and corporations and banks eager to crush unions and drop wages to the bone in order to exploit everyone and everything. They cynically 'reverted' so they could do whatever they could get away with ----- which was everything ---- as long as they paid the Caliph and his cronies a cut of the gravy of EU exploitation. The EU a massive graft machine of insider corruption. Embezzlement. Bribery. Payola. Perks. Privileges. Carte blanche. Every contract and treaty written for the insiders to feather their nests. Using the EU as a cash cow. Using the EU to harvest their cut of taxes and subsidies. Using the EU to confiscate from the public purse and loot the wealth and properties of the nation. Using the EU as a bludgeon to grind everyone down. Everyone's hand in the till. Everyone's hand in everyone's else's pocket. It is never a conflict of interest if it was an advancement of their interests.

And the elite Muslims were also the Muslim oligarches who were the once indigent Muslims who got into Europe first in order to wage Benefits Fraud and then Ghazi Razzia Criminality. Then as the new administrators and bureaucrats they enjoyed the right per Sharia to occupy all positions of authority because in Sharia only Muslims are allowed to govern and rule. No non Muslim can be allowed to occupy any position of power to command his betters. Muslims. That allowed ex-migrants to charge huge fees to administer Kafir businesses as Waqf managers as well as administering the government and collect taxes. Not pay taxes. Just tax all non Muslims. Skimming the graft and playing every angle. Waqf business administration taxes. Dhimmitude Confiscation and Restitution taxes for historic sins of racism. White Privilege Atonement taxes. Islamophobia indemnification taxes. Colonization Reparation taxes. UN Agenda 21 tax levies to redistribute illegal wealth accrued from being born privileged and White. Humanitarian crisis taxes. Jizya tribute to buy protection from Ghazi Razzia. Jizya atonement fees for refusing to convert while continuing to commit Kufr. Wealth Equalization Taxes because it was illegal in Sharia for non Muslims to be more wealthy and prosperous than the Best of Peoples.

Fees to use the overwhelmed NHS because NHS had to be prioritized for the most needful people: Muslims. Fees to use governmental services reserved for the most needful people: Muslims. Fees to convert Christian churches to mosques. Fees to remove illegal crosses and church bells. Fees to remove illegal idols and haram art and haram stain glass windows. License fees to wear the 'D' to allow Dhimmis to work and engage in businesses and walk the public streets. 'D' permits to work in such inferior jobs as were permitted by their betters. Muslims. Pilgrim Fees to go to church on Sunday. Fees to remove historical Jahiliyyah alien barbaric pollution which offended Muslims. Fines for daring to speak first to a Muslim. Fines for failing to move from the sidewalk to the gutter when a Muslim walked past. Fines for standing upwind and ritually defiling a Muslim with Najis. Fines for spreading Najis. Fines for using Muslim only entrances and Muslim only water fountains. Fines for not moving to the back of the queue. Fines for entering businesses and establishments reserved only for Muslims.

Fines for not taking Third Class in trains and buses. Fines for not handing over their automobiles. Fines for hoarding illegal property required for the common good. Fines for not handing over their homes for the common good. Fines for not sharing their homes when Sharia allows any Muslim to walk into any home and demand to be housed and fed for up to three days. But now because of the humanitarian crisis that hospitality was now indefinite. Fines for violating public morality per Sharia such as not segregating by sex or holding hands or kissing or not veiling or wearing nice clothes or jewelry other than wedding rings to appear to be better than their betters. Muslims. Fines for not segregating into Najis ghettos. Fines for using public pools and facilities reserved for the Best of Peoples. Fines for hoarding food rations. Patriotism taxes to prove they were supporting the government as the Harbi Rebellion. Jihad War Taxes. Then Devshirme culling of children of Dhimmis who dared to appear on any street alone in violation of public morality .Debtor's Prison taxes. Then Devshirme culling of the children of Dhimmi bankrupts. Devshirme taxes on the survivors to haul way the carcases of the Dhimmi bankrupts from Debtor Prison. What? Can't that be paid? Well then! The last remaining free children of the carcasses will become Devshirme sex slaves too!

It was a wonderful time then. Ex-migrants turned Robber Barons got rich over night when Sharia allowed them to turn the screws on the ex-haves. All when the Dhimmis still had all of their money and fine homes and expensive cars and bank accounts and jobs and retirement IRAs and babbles for the taking and pre-adolescent daughters for the taking too. When Great Britain was Dar ul Harb and any Muslim could wage Ghazi Razzia Jihad Holy War For Holy Profit and burn, wreak, pillage, kidnap, rape, steal, and murder. Then when Great Britain was Dar ul Islamic Anglestan and Sharia still allowed them to loot all of the riches. Dhimmis only allowed to exist to enrich their masters. The Dominators. All before the ponzi scheme of the Plunder Machine picked the land bare as if locusts. But now there was nothing left for the Muslim migrant late comers except Muslim Mad Max Mayhem. And increasingly, not even for the Islamic robber barons as one by one they fled their fortified bastions to save themselves from Muslim Mad Max Mayhem.

The fireman ducked instinctively as machine fire indiscriminately filled the sun set as drug gangs waged war upon each other. Decayed trucks mounted with machine guns roared down the gutted street, driving right over dead or dying migrants. Roaring through pools of raw sewage. Spattering filth into the cold fetid air. The fireman ducked. Hand grenades exploited. Then the drug war moved further down the street. Unfortunately that also left fresh juicy corpses. And darkness unleashed The Ferals which were drawn toward the scent of fresh juicy corpses. "I am running out of time to find a safe place to ride out the night!" the fireman told his soul as he watched the bloody sunset. "The Green Park Rendezvous is too far away! The Ferals will be out soon!"

In the distance the latest arson fires blazed out of control. Great plumes of smoke turning the setting sun into an even more gory red. The police did not bother any more. Their priorities were more moral. As morality police they had more important things to punish. The fireman watched warily as the morality police flogged a black shrouded widow for begging on the public streets. Every moral Muslim female was suppose to stay inside the homes of their Mehram master/owner/guardian. There was absolutely no excuse for any female to leave the home of her Mehram. Not even to pray at mosque. Not even if the house erupted into fire. She could not leave without permission of her Mehram master/owner/guardian.

But if the Mehram master/owner/guardian died and she had no son to fight off the other sons of other wives then what was the widow to do? Widows got next to nothing in the pro rata distribution of estates in Sharia wills and Sharia allowed their Mehrams to loot whatever dowries they might have. And even if they had sons the sons rarely bothered. Nowadays it was survival of the most ruthless. So they were thrown out. Especially if they were second or third or fourth wives. So they had to beg on the public streets in their raged black shrouds. And if they were on the streets they were defacto whores. Defacto whores who soon were either whores or else rape victims. But in Sharia rape victims were still whores. Adulteresses. So the fireman watched warily as black garbed morality police flogged a screaming widow as her baby tumbled into a clogged sewer to whimper. Mother and child starving. But the sinister black garbed morality police were merciless. If she was lucky they would just flog her bloody. If she was not lucky she would be dragged off to The Tower Fortress to be condemned as a whore. And after a night of hell on earth she would be buried up to her neck and stoned to death. The Prophet, peace be upon him, had a very odd definition of 'peace'.

The fireman forced the memories of his childhood back inside that dark room in his brain where he locked away all of the festering wounds of trauma. He forced himself to feel nothing. The fireman eyed one limb exposed by the filthy black rags. Syphilis pox sores. If The Tower morality police were not careful they would get more than they bargained for. The fireman warily walked very fast away from the grisly scene as the widow screamed for mercy as her child screamed in the sewage overflowing gutter. The child both diseased and starving and also grotesquely deformed from over 1400 years of continuous inbreeding from Muslim males marrying their pre-adolescent cousins. At least rape was a sort of grotesque freshening of the gene pool of Muslim incest.

The fireman saw a crowd form as if lusting to savor what was to come if the morality police left the widow bloody and did not drag her away to enjoy themselves. Because of the huge gender imbalance created by hundreds of thousands of males of war age marching into this island every week who abandoned their own females and children back in the war zones the males now outnumbered females by a thousand to one. So now a crowd of males leered, hoping the morality police would leave the widow for them to enjoy. The fireman flinched. The mob was ragged, starving, high on drugs, and were horribly diseased. Syphilis pox sores rivaled the rot caused by flesh eating drugs. And over half of the loathsome mob boasted features of horrible genetic deformity caused by 1400 plus years of grotesque inbreeding. So it was a nightmare vision of deformity. Every face anything but human. The fireman debated with his soul. But the crowd was too many and the morality police were armed no less than he.

The ghastly faces of that crowd displayed the horror which Third World migrants brought. Not only their grotesque inbreeding but their exotic diseases as well. So incestuous congenial abnormalities, mental retardation, crippling handicaps, paranoia, irrational violence, inability to learn or function or work at any skill, high illiteracy, and gibbering abnormalities from inbreeding blended with out of control TB, raging syphilis, hemorrhagic fevers, diphtheria, hepatitis, AIDS, Ebola, malaria, measles, smallpox, meningitis, polio, scabies, typhus, tetanus, typhoid, and cholera along with germs now immune to vaccines which however were no longer even cultivated to even try to immunize the population from the walking human incubators of mass death. And most of all the flesh eating diseases. The nightmare visages warned the fireman to flee. These monsters were not only dead men walking. They were human incubators of highly contagious death.

"Disease and death rules now!" the fireman whispered to his troubled soul. "Disease and death and war. And famine. Never forget famine!" The fireman eyed a grotesque syphilis ravished Muslim migrant, his face deformed into a nightmare out of an old Hollywood horror movie. Then the fireman moved briskly to keep from being mugged. Walking very fast across the devastated urban landscape. The very air stinking. Everything stinking and rotting. Frosted with ice. The ice an ironic shimmer of grotesque beauty over the stinking rot. Carefully the fireman navigated his way across crude wooden boards laid across an open sewer of raw sewage and disease which pooled up around a clogged up sewer choked with garbage. He refused to remember what happened to his smaller brothers and sisters. The sickly and deformed who died. The chronically insane who vanished inside asylums when there used to be money to support the genetically insane and malformed. He refused to remember when the school nurse suggested he take an intelligence test to find out why he was failing at school. "Or perhaps you could join the military dear" she suggested helpfully. "You could pass for sixteen...!"

"The military have recruitment intelligence tests and he won't pass that either" the headmaster replying. "All this lot does is disrupt the school and threaten teachers and sexually harass girls and beat up boys and vandalize and defecate all over the place. Like the animals you are. To stop everyone else from learning just because you are too retarded to learn. And I can't get rid of you. All of your lot. All because the Multi-cultural appeasers won't let me kick your lot out of school. So you bastards are destroying my school. And destroying any hope I have to teach anyone at all. A reign of terror. Bullying. Threatening. Disrupting. That is all your lot are capable of doing. Your lot are destroys my school. God! I hate Blair for opening our borders to you. Animals. The lot of you. The Dogs of War of Garmr!"

"That is rather politically incorrect Sir" the nurse said. "Muslims view dogs as Najis filth no less than pigs!"

"Muslims view us as Najis filthy no less than dogs and pigs!" the bitter man retorted. "Don't you."

The fireman relived the memory with bitterness. Then he remembered his younger self retorting "No. I view you as a castrated eunuch for failing to stop us from raping the school girls or burning the school books or bullying the teachers or destroying the school which is your pride and joy. If the schools are destroyed then there is no future for anyone. Literacy is the most precious thing on earth and you are allowing useful idiots and luvvies who are arseholes and 7th century nutters to destroy it. Without literacy there is only the Dark Ages. And you are allowing retarded madmen to drag the world back into a Dark Age because you and the useful idiots and the luvvies who are arseholes don't have the collective balls to fight for Great Britain."

Then the fireman remembered the bitter school head pounding the wall so hard his knuckles bled. Then the fireman remembered the bitter school head shouting out "I have just been terminated for trying to stop that riot yesterday. I don't know who I hate more. Your Mos. Or the Four Ps who are gutting us. Castrating us. Stopping anyone who tries to defend this country. And castrating anyone for being patriotic. I can't wear a cross. I can't sing a hymn. I can't even display the Flag of Saint George or have the National Anthem sung. I can't teach the Church of England or any National Holiday. I can't teach patriotism or British values or British ideals of British history or British heroes or British anything. Unless of course I teach my students to hate British values and hate British ideals and hate British history and hate British heroes. I have just been fired you bastard. Fired! Because I am a British patriot. And it is now all but against the law to be a British patriot.

And the worst part is I am being crucified by the Four Ps. Being made an example of. All as my school burns. But the goddamn Four Ps won't touch you because you are a precious Mo. But it is your Mos who are destroying my school and my nation and my nation's future. And I can't do a damn thing about it. And now I am fired because of it. Because I protested that I was not allowed to do a damn thing to stop that riot. Because I reported the riot and protested that protocols prevented me from stopping the riot. And now I have been ordered to stay silent about that riot so the Four Ps can censor reality and deny that riot occurred. All as your goddamn Mos destroy my school.

And who finally stopped the goddamn riot? The Mo riot. You! You! You were the one who finally did what had to be done and knife the ringleaders yesterday. I am being fired because I couldn't do what you finally had to do. Knife the rioters. What the hell is happening to my country if I don't have the power to keep law and order as my school burns and the only protection has to come from a rogue Mo. You!" Then the fireman remembered his younger self watching the ex-school head pounding the wall over and over and over until his blood spattered before finally storming out.

Then the fireman remembered his younger self sitting on the chair and staring at the school nurse. Each too afraid to say anything. Then the fireman remembered the nurse suddenly bursting into tears. "I am so afraid. You have no idea now frightened I am. I am afraid of being attacked by them. The migrants which our leaders have allowed into the country. No one dares stop them. Twenty something year old Mos are called 'children' and allowed to take over the school and do anything. Anything! And no one is allowed to touch them. Stop them. I am frightened. Frightened! Like yesterday. During that horrible riot in the cafeteria. 'Child' migrants who are obviously over twenty years old were beating up everyone. Throwing chairs at everyone. And standing on the tables and shouting 'Bow down to us! Bow down to us! Bow down to us!' And it all started when they tried to sexually....... And ...... no one ....... dared to ...... stop them ..... except you.

Don't you understand how frightened we all are now. And no one can do anything. The Four Ps won't let anyone stop the Mos from attacking us. They threaten me as a female when I try to vaccinate them or confirm if they have contagious diseases. Because I am a woman. And a woman is shit to them. And they refuse to either be vaccinated or do the vaccinations correctly so the germs are mutating to resist antibiotics. Once I rarely saw TB. Now I see TB in students at least once a week. Three times this week. And where do you think Third World TB is coming from? And the girls cry in my office. All of the time. Terrified of going to gym because they are leered at and threatened. Terrified of going to the toilets because they are assaulted. Terrified to go to the cafeteria because the Mos throw lunch meat 'at the meat'. Them. Terrified to walk down the hallways because they are sexually harassed.

Call whores for not veiling. Call sluts for not veiling. And in class they live in terror if Mos sit next to them. Their dirty hands groping them under the desks. And no one does anything to protect them. At least one of those so-called 'children' is not only over twenty but has open syphilis sores. The pox. Resistant to antibiotics. What happens when he rapes? The girls will be double victims. Do you know how horribly syphilis destroys the human body?" The fireman remembered his younger self shivering with fear as the desperate nurse opened an old medical text book on Victorian studies of syphilis which the Magic Bullet and antibiotics were suppose to have eradicated ---- until migrants from Third World failed states reintroduced syphilis and other horrifying diseases not seen since the Victorian Era back into Great Britain. The fireman remembered how his eyes grew as big as saucers as the terrified nurse showed him the horrifying pictures. The terror embedding itself into his young teenaged brain. Burning its fear into his young teenaged brain. Burning that fear so deeply it tattooed his soul forever with terror.

"My girls live in fear!" the nurse wept. "And I live in fear! We are all living in fear!" Then the nurse broke down into uncontrollable weeping. Then the fireman remembered his younger self pulling an illegal pepper spray out of his raggedly jacket and silently placing it in her shaking hand before walking up to the wall and using his finger to draw the blood into an all but illegal Cross of Saint George. That night the fireman remembered how his younger self tailed the pox riddled 'child migrant' as he zigzagged across town to the Red Light Zone and brothels and drug dens and bars. Then the fireman remembered his younger self standing in the darkness, ignoring the whores, waiting for his victim to come out. And then the fireman remembered his younger self preparing his knife as the 'child migrant' swaggered out and then urinated in an alley like a dog. His penis obviously riddled by open syphilis wounds. And then the fireman remembered shaking as he tried to goad up his courage to silently move toward his prey to knife him ----- just before gunshots rang out. The 'child migrant' sprawling over dead.

Then the fireman remembered his younger self pressing his shaking body against the dark wall with one hand over his mouth to muffle his cries as vigilantes dragged the corpse to a street light post. Then ripping off the clothes to expose the disease. The pox horrifying obvious. Then the vigilantes, wearing rubber gloves and masks as well as motorcycle helmets, strung the corpse upside down from the post. Cell phones snapping pics to document their murder. Then the fireman remembered his younger self pressing his malnourished and shaking body against the dirty wall as the vigilantes scattered into the darkness. Vanishing in all directions. One running by him. Seeing him shaking. His knife still in his hand. One hand still over his mouth to muffle his screams. The moonlight dancing off a silver bracelet and a small symbolic dagger. The motorcycle helmet concealing his Sikh turban.

Then the fireman remembered his younger self staring at the vigilante. The vigilante staring at him. Then ...... the vigilante winking. ..... before vanishing into the darkness. The BBC reported the murder as Islamophobia until Breitbart printed the cellphone pics. At the same time the autopsy confirmed the 'child migrant' placed in a school with genuine young adolescents was in fact twenty four years old and riddled with syphilis and tuberculosis and gonorrhea as well as worms, parasites, and lice. And the autopsy also confirmed he has ingested cocaine and alcohol just before he died.

*** ***

The fireman refused to remember the night his nine year old kid sister ran away from her new husband she was forced to marry and came back to pound on the door to the dismal basement flat begging to be let in. Begging to escape her inbred cousin who was now also her new husband. The Dominator cursing her as he counted out the dowery he was paid to sell her to a 46 year old pervert warped by incestuous genetics and infected by syphilis. The nine old child pounding the outside of the door with her tiny fists as she begged to be let back inside. The Dominator laughing as he counted the money. "Money. Money. Money." Then fireman, a child again, stood torn between desperately trying to unlock the door to help his kid sister or else grabbing a kitchen knife to murder The Dominator. Only to be conquered by fear. Unable to do anything except clutch his worn blanket which he used to conceal his haram Sock Monkey. Then the sound of the new 'husband' coming and struggling to drag his nine year old bride home to rape her.

"Perhaps it is all for the best that the deformed and starving baby dies tonight. Its carcass will feed the rats which starving Muslim migrants will then catch and devour raw. Halal draining of blood reduced to its primeval level. So the endless unburied corpses of the Faithful feed the rats which feed the Faithful. Perhaps it is all for the best" the fireman whispered to his troubled soul as he remembered watching the police morgue truck haul away the mangled bloody corpse of his nine year kid sister. It was after she threw herself off the roof of the cheap apartment building after she ran screaming up the stairs in a vain attempt to elude her diseased bridegroom. Everyone in the building carefully locking their doors because they were too afraid of The Dominator to dare to help her despite her desperate screams for help. "Halal rats are a nice solution to starvation if not malnutrition which is slow motion starvation" the fireman mused. "Halal R. And death can be merciful if it is quick."

The fireman eyed Muslim migrants warily as they picked festering sores from injecting flesh eating drugs which devoured them as they devoured the drugs. The injection sites oozing pus as the flesh rotted. Yet the drug addicts were more desperate to find any veins that they could still inject with the foul drugs to care what was happening anymore. "Where are all of the drug gangs getting those foul drugs to sell and who has the barter to buy? I suppose the addicts sell their flesh or else the flesh of their children but Allah. What we are being reduced to. Is this what Eurabia was suppose to be? Is this what Dar ul Islam is suppose to be?

Anyway, that screaming child tossed into the fetid gutter is doomed by any scenario. The handicapped and orphans are not allowed to be adopted per Sharia law so the handicapped and the orphaned are simply die in the fetid gutters to feed the rats to feed the Faithful. Islam blesses grossly out of control over breeding no less than gross inbreeding. But Islam does not bless the byproducts. Children have no value. Children are expendable. Children are to be used and then tossed. The pretty boys become dancing boys rouged and dressed like girls until they grew their first facial hair. Then they are tossed, rotted out by gonorrhea or syphilis or AIDs. The nine year old girls are married and by twenty they are also dead. 'Moonglow' fades so very fast. Hell. Moonglow is faded by the age of six...."

*** ***

The BBC, otherwise known as the Ministry of Bullshit, Bunkum & Crap, was preparing the evening's 'news' which was to say propaganda. As they toiled to edit reality into mythology they found their few remaining computers suddenly highjacked by a notorious terrorist organization of racists, bigots, and Islamophobes. Anarchists wearing masks with the face of Reuters the famous Victorian inventor of the first 24/7 Real Time International Reporting Syndicate for telegraphic newspapers filled the highjacked screens. Now the notorious illegal Terrorist Organization flooded the computers of the BBC with real time downloads of the Global Jihad in glorious nighttime color bathed in moonlight and search lights. The nightmare scene showing Australia Militia Defenses desperately fighting off the latest invasion by forty thousand starving and suicidal child jihadists.

All of the starving and suicidal child jihadists were wearing cheap plastic Martyr Keys to Paradise and suicide vests crafted from old migrant life vests. All were screaming Allah u Akbar. All were trying to invade the massive razor wire and mine lined watery coast lines of the besieged Ark of the Harbi Kafir West in flimsy rubber rafts. All were suicidally hurling themselves into the mines and razor wire to clear a path for adult jihadists in waiting boats just over the horizon. Thousands of tiny corpses floating in the iridescent surf. Thousands of tiny corpses festooning the razor wire. Thousands of tiny corpses blowing up as they struck mines. Thousands of tiny corpses filling the moonlight as if bloody confetti. Then Reuters Terrorist Syndicate of Real News Real Time All Of The Time held up a placard. 'Have you no shame ye toads of Goebbels?'

*** ***

The Monkeys and the Apes clustered together in the darkness on the roof of a decayed building along their ingenious sky highway. The portals down into the moldering buildings were nailed shut. Cunning razor wire guarded and concealed devious bridges and zip lines. So they could agilely race across their sky highway with nimble grace and speed along their airy highway in the sky high up above the filth and decay. Untouchable. As if creatures of the urban jungle. Many wore leather gas masks with goggles cleverly crafted to mimic monkeys. Others wore canvas masks crafted to mimic apes. Two wore motorcycle helmets retrofitted to appear as apes. Now the Najis Shirks converged to plot as they itched in their boiler suits crafted to mimic hairy rapscallions and hairier simians. One pulled off her monkey mask revealing her Hindu identity. "Why does Wahhabi hate speech label us monkeys and apes anyway? This itches."

"Well technically everyone who is not a Muslim is an ape or monkey. Or else some other sort of 'vilest of beasts' sort of animal!" the lead Ape explained. "But Jews are usually called 'donkeys laden with books'. Especially during Friday Prayers. And Christians are always called pigs. And people of 'Gross Error' during Friday Prayers. Kafir females are always called whores or dogs. Or else 'meat'.And in old Hindustan we Hindus were always called monkeys because India used to have monkeys!" another Hindu explained as he flipped up his goggles. "Though how the apes got involved I am not quite sure."

"Perhaps Mo was a closet Darwinist?" another Monkey quipped as he pulled off his bespeckled eyeglasses mounted monkey mask to reveal a South Korean visage.

"So what are the Chinese called?" another Ape said as she pulled off her mask to reveal a Chinese visage of breathtaking beauty.

"Well the Fundis and Islamizies hate all of us Shirks" the leader explained. "On account that we are Pagans and not even 'People of the Book'. So technically we don't even get the second option of surrendering to Dhimmitude. It is convert or die. And people doubt the sincerity of the Religion of 'Peace'!" the lead Ape snarled sarcastically. "We get an option. A choice. Death or else! Hey! If that is not the definition of the Religion of 'Peace' then what is it? But Mo never even got to India to invent more hate speech beyond his original hate and hate and still more hate. And oh yes! Hate!"

Najis" the Apes and Monkeys snarled.

"Shirks" other Apes and Monkeys snarled.

"Shirks and Najis!" other Apes and Monkeys snarled.

"Najis and Shirk the lot of us" the Chinese girl said. "And the delusional multi-cultural useful idiots lambasted us when Japan and then the rest of Asia outlawed Islam. At least in Hong Kong we don't have to dress up in this."

"Hong Kong is now an artificial island and China appears to have vanished off the surface of the earth!" the Sikh girl replied as she waved her mask to breathe polluted air. "I need to integrate a gas mask with this silly monkey mask."

"And the London Underground is any different?" the Anglo Chinese asked as she flipped her pig tails.

"Oink! Oink! Oink!" the Sikh replied as she tugged the other girl's pig tails.

"Princess! Princess! Princess!" the Anglo Chinese girl replied.

"We are all Princesses!" the Sikh proclaimed proudly. "Except for you guys!" she added as she gestured to the larger apes.

"Oh thank you very much the Rajput said. "My masculinity was ebbing away in this gorilla suit. I was about to erupt into a terrible fit of the giggles."

"Why is the Religion of Peace-ful submission to cowering servitude allowed to hurl dirty words at us but we can't even be Islamophobes?" the South Korean asked and he gestured with his simian mask with black framed eyeglasses incredulously attached.

"And 'racism' and 'bigotry' only counts if you hate the 'Divine Slavery'?" a Sikh girl said as she pealed off her monkey mask. "Why isn't it racist or bigoted for Muzzies to call us Najis and apes and monkeys and dogs and pigs and donkeys and the 'vilest of creatures' and people of 'gross error'?"

"On par with urine and feces and foul blood and rot and decay!" the Sikh added.

"And semen!" the Lead Ape added. "But only inside a woman!" he added. "Because we are all Najis and apes and monkeys and dogs and pigs and donkeys and the 'vilest of creatures' and people of 'gross error'. The lead Ape explained as he fully pulled off his modified motorcycle helmet to reveal a handsome Rajput face. He twilled his long and dashing mustache. "A 'people of no intelligence' and 'no morality'. We are Shirk Shit and Shirk Shit is as revoltingly disgusting as Kufr."

"Vomit. We make the Muzzies want to vomit!" the Chinese chanted.

"And considering the fact they are all but wading in Najis below us they make us want to vomit!" the Australian Maori added."So what is the difference between Shirk and Kufr?" the Maori asked.

The handsome Rajput twilled his dashing mustache. "It is never even a question of Shirk Pagans comprehending the glories of Islamic monotheism while Kufr Christians and Jews are just unspeakably depraved and unforgivably moronic for rejecting Islamic monotheism in favor of their own monotheism!" he explained with a roll of his flashing dark eyes.

"Being a people of no morality or intelligence!" the Sikh retorted sarcastically.

"And why are you a Shirk?" the Chinese asked the Sikh. "Your worship one god."

"Because we Sikhs refused to be exterminated. And boy did the Mos try to exterminate us!" he replied as he dangled his trademark silver bracelet in defiance. "When Mos bellow 'Allah u Akbar' they mean 'Our god is greater (than your god)." They first bellowed that when fighting the Jews at Medina. Get it? Our god is greater than your god. Our god is greater than your god. Our god is greater than your god. They bellowed that as they beheaded every single Jewish man and boy in that fucking Median Trench. As the Jewish females were forced to watch their fathers and husbands and brothers and sons being butchered before they were auctioned off as war booty sex slaves. 'Our god is greater ---- than your god.'

Allah is not my God or the Christian God. Allah is not the Zoroastrian God. Allah is not your God. Allah is just the god of the Muslims. And all other gods except Allah are illegal. Ditto religions. All other religions are illegal. Ditto prophets. All other prophets are illegal. And don't quote that bullshit from the Mecca Koran. That was abrogated by the Medina Sword Verses. And every damn Mo knows that as they quote it. Lying through their teeth. Taqiyya. The Medina Koran outlawed all other gods and prophets and religions and worshipers except Allah and Mo and Islam and the Ummah. Mo is the only legal prophet on the face of the earth. So my prophets are illegal. Your prophets are illegal. Every other prophet is illegal."

"But Mo can add the Virgin Mary to his hareem!"

"What?"

"Yeah! I remember some Mo hoity-toity holy saying so!"

"Anyway! What was I say before you interrupted me with that horrific image! Oh yes! The Buddha is illegal. Confucius is illegal. Jesus as the Son of God is illegal. Get it? The only legal and moral and all dominating god and prophet and religion and worshipers on the face of the entire planet are Allah and Mo and Islam and the Ummah. And Allah told Mo and Mo told the Mos that Islam's divine mission and manifest destiny was to conquer and dominate and rule the world because all of us sub human vilest of animals are not only people of no morality or intelligence but apes and monkeys and pigs and dogs."

"Bollocks!" the Brahmin retorted. "I worship Shiva and Shiva originally was a monotheistic god. Abstract Godhood Incarnate. The Aryans reconfigured Shiva when they arrived in India. Many still worship Shiva as Abstract Godhood Incarnate. And anyway. Hinduism interprets Brahma as the Creator and Vishnu as the Preserver and Shiva as the Destroyer. The Cycle of life and death. Creation and Disintegration. To everything there is a season as the Christians say. To build up and to tear down. To make peace and to make war. As the Christians say. Look. Imagine a prism piercing the white light into a rainbow of colors. Hinduism simply pierces the white light of Monotheism into the rainbow of Polytheistic gods and goddesses. But it is still the same light. Just transformed by the imagination."

"The primary colors are yellow and blue and red and the primary gods are Brahma and Vishnu and Shiva. From the primary colors all other colors are created and from the primary gods all other gods are created!" the Maori added. "So through Brahma and Vishnu and Shiva all of the infinite colors of Divinity are personified."

"Exactly!" the Brahmin explained. "Brahminism is monotheistic. We believe in Abstract Godhood and also in the rainbow of personification of Divinity. We just see the light of Divinity both ways. And anyway. Why is Buddhism called Shirk."

"Because Mo is a jealous guy who does not tolerate any other prophets. That is why Jesus is demoted to a second rate hack!" the Rajput explained. "And saying Jesus is the son of God is also Shirk personification. Therefore heresy and haram because ...."

"Mo is a very jealous guy who does not tolerate any other prophets!" the other Apes and Monkeys chanted.

"Islam wiped the entire Gandhara Buddhist Civilization off the map!" the Rajput said as he twilled his mustache. "But that is not considered the Gandhara Genocide just as the Armenian ethnic cleansing is not considered genocide. Or the ethnic cleansing of the Zoroastrians in the Levant. Or the ethnic cleansing of the Pagans in Arabia. Or the ethnic cleansing of the Christians and Jews in the Levant. The birthplace of Judaism and Christianity has been ethnically cleansed outside of Rebel Israel but hey. That is not genocide. If Islam exterminates millions of people that is not genocide. In India Islam exterminated between 50 and 80 million Indians but hey. That is not genocide. They failed to totally exterminate us so it is not genocide."

"Let's be honest. We are cast as Apes and Monkeys because we are small!" a Chinese Monkey replied as he flipped up his retrofitted motorcycle helmet mask. "I can't believe this freaks out the Mos. And boyo. Your mask with those glasses attached is silly beyond silly."

"It is a masterpiece of sarcasm!" the South Korean replied with a smirk.

"How can any of these masterpieces of sarcasm freak out the Mos?"

"But it does boyo!" another Chinese girl explained as she removed her monkey mask. "We are playing with the enemy's phobias. They are terrorized by Najis pigs and dogs and apes and monkeys and donkeys. Their prayers cannot reach Allah if uttered in sight of Najis. Us. Sure. They hate us Najis. They despise us Najis. But they also fear us Najis. We are..."

"Really?" the South Koran asked.

"Really!" the Rajput replied. "No prayer to Allah will be heard if uttered in sight of a dog or a woman. Or any Najis. Us. We are ...."

"....Untouchables!" the Hindu girl said. "I am a Brahmin by the way. But now I understand what the Untouchables of Old India had to endue. To be called ritual filth. Contagious spiritual pollution. Once born sub humans on par with the 'vilest of beasts'. Still. I wish the damn Wahhas and Muzzies would update their hate speech phobias. Expand the Najis. I want to be a Najis elephant!"

"And I could be a Najis snow leopard!" the South Korean Buddhist said as he fiddled with his glasses mounted on his mask.

"And we could be Najis tigers!" the Chinese chimed in.

"I could be a joey!" the last Ape said as she pealed off her Monkey face. "Kangaroo!" the Australian Maori translated.

"There is no phobia attached to being a joey!" the lead Ape explained.

"What about being a Najis giraffe? Or a Najis eagle? Or a Najis polar bear?"

"We are suppose to be scaring the enemy to unnerve them. The lead Ape replied. "Sow anarchy."

"The drug gangs are doing that far better than we can!" the Chinese said. "When the darkness falls then the nutters come out. Let's go back to home base. After all. The Chimes toll at Midnight."

"Agreed!" the lead Ape said. "Masks on. We don't want to implicate the cowardly 'D's after all!" Then the Monkeys and Apes donned their masks and scurried away across their highway of the sky, their nimble antics indeed echoing the Tarzan grace of old Hollywood movies.

*** ***

The sun continued to set as gory as clotted blood over the desolate city as the distant cries of the mother and child receded. The fireman walked briskly into the sinister sunset as a memory peeked out of that dark locked room in his wounded brain to leer at him. The Dominator was looming over him again. And the fireman was a small boy again. Now a thirteen year old boy. "Hit him! Hit him!" The Dominator screams. "Hit the Najis filthy Shirk boy!" The fireman, a boy again, gestures half heartedly to punch the cowering Hindu school boy in the face.

"Please Father! Please! This boy is the son of the Hindu Pandit who runs the Indian Take Out. He allows me to take home the leftovers the diners don't eat to feed us. He has always been nice to us. How can I beat up his son? They have always been nice to us."

"'Do not take the Christians and Jews as your friends.' And never ever take a Pagan Shirk as your friend!" the Dominator screams. Then the Dominator punches the fireman, a boy again. Punching him in his small face. "Beat up the Najis filthy Pagan Shirk. I order you. Muslims dominate and rule. Muslims must never be dominated and ruled. Muslims must never be placed in a subservient position of weakness. Muslims dominate and rule because they do not hesitate to show force. Use your fists! Violence is halal! Violence is blessed! Violence is jihad! How can you expect to enter Paradise if you cannot show Allah the scars of battle. Use you fists! Beat up the Najis filthy Shirk!"

"No! Please! Why are you doing this?" the small, pudgy Hindu boy cries to the fireman, now a thirteen year old boy looming over him as the pudgy Hindu boy falls to his feet and cowers. The Hindu schoolboy's tidy school uniform stained with blood. His school shorts stained with urine from fear. His school socks drooping. His back pack filled with books fallen. His hands held up over his bloody face. His thick eye glasses broken on the ground beside him. "We treated you kindly. We paid you to wash dishes. And eat for free. We even let you take fresh food away instead of scrapes on the slow days. To feed your mother when she was dying."

"Beat up the Najis filthy Pagan Shirk!" The Dominator screams. So the fireman, again a small boy, relieves the perpetual shame and hurt as he is forced to beat up the Hindu school boy. His small fists punching the cowering Hindu boy bloody. Then grabbing the school back pack full of books and destroying the books as the cowering school boy screams. Ripping the pages out. Ripping the pages into tatters.

"Please not the books. They are my pre-med books. Please! Please! I am standing for advance placement exams next week. My father's dream is for me to qualify for Oxford. Please! Please! Not the books!"

"Here is my lighter!" The Dominator screams. "Burn the jahiliyyah pollution! The books are our enemy! The books are haram! Boko Haram! Burn the damn books! Or I will burn you! You fucking coward! You son of a retart White bitch! Burn the fucking Boko Haram!....."

The fireman stared into the setting sun. A tear dripped down his face as one hand unconsciously caressed something concealed inside his sinister black tunic over his heart. "I want Sock Monkey!" the fireman whispered in a child-like voice. "Where is Sock Monkey? No! No! I can't remember this! Stop me remembering this! Stop me remembering this! Or else I will go mad!" Then the fireman snarled out an obscenity in an harsh voice. Then he jerked as if assuming control over himself. "I will save us as always! Shut up your whining whelps! I will save us!" Then he marched toward the bloody sunset as if marching toward a rendezvous but not with the person he expected to meet.

*** ***

The madwoman suddenly turned off the machine. "By the pricking of my thumb something evil this way comes!" she whispered. She picked up her revolver and checked every sealed and boarded and barricaded window and door. But the abandoned garden was empty of life. So was the decayed greenhouse with its massive if unexpected addition and most curious retrofit. She sighed and went back into the library. "I have a premonition my dear that we are going to have a visitor tonight" she told Madame X. "Should we reenact 'The Glass Menagerie' and invite him inside to admire our bric-a-brac or should we use our Smith and Wesson and blow a hole through his brains?...."

*** ***

The sunset was bloody, fiery red in the polluted air. Great swatches of London was on fire. With power off more often than it was on, people were resorting to setting fires and the fires were erupting out of control. As the fire departments were only responsible for setting fires to sterilize heretic and blasphemous Najis and Jahiliyyah they had neither the time or resources to deal with arson. They never used to have to. In the good old days the Muslim hooligans used to start the fires and then stone the firemen who came to try to put out the arson ---- preferably as Youtube video cameras watched. The stars of Youtube. Then the silly Kafirs would rebuild the gutted out ruins and the Muslims hooligans would set more arson fires all over again to stone the silly Kafirs as they tried to put out the fires. Or else the Muslim hooligans would rampage and burn cars and smash windows and loot stores and tear down traffic lights and vandalize and destroy and rob and assault — preferably as Youtube video cameras watched. The stars of Youtube. And then the silly Kafir firemen or police would tried to stop them. And there would be such wonderful riots. It was the only thing the Muslim migrants were successful at. Starring in Youtube videos of bullying and thuggery and arson and pillage and rapine and rioting and taharrush gang raping.

"Such fun. It was so glorious." The fireman savored the memory when he was a fourteen year old boy and used to be famous in Youtube videos as a great Muslim Jihadist hooligan waging Ghazi Razzia Religiously blessed Criminality on the accurst Christian Kafir West. To be exact: arson. It always perplexed him why all of those silly Kafirs would try to rebuild their city after every Muslim riot. The Muslim hooligans would just destroy it all over again. The silly Kafirs had bottomless riches to keep rebuilding so the Muslims could keep destroying. It used to be such fun. But now there was nothing left which was not burned or looted or gutted or destroyed. And there were no more silly Kafirs with bottomless riches to rebuild.

"Paddy Pandit graduated to go to Oxford to qualify in Pre-Med to become a researcher in Ebola. Part of the team to create the first cheap Ebola Vaccine which was impervious to Africa's heat and did not need to be refrigerated. I dropped out of school to star in Youtube videos as a famous arsonist and hooligan rioter which is where I met Wolfey's anarchists. The last I heard, Paddy Pandit was rich enough to take all of his extended family and flee London for South Korea. He married a Jewess, a fellow researcher on the Ebola team. The South Koreans love Jews because Jews symbolize success for them. Jews incarnate the zeal for education and hard work to become successful. And Jews symbolize that to the South Koreans. The South Koreans are a nation of 'donkeys laden with books' no less than Israel. So Paddy Pandit figured South Korea would withstand Islam better than even America. He proved right. Asia banned all Muslim migrants and then banned Islam. There is a reason why Asians and Jews are the smartest people in the world. There is a reason why we Muslims are not famous for anything but violence.

It was after the Indian Take Away was burned down for the fourth time. But not by me. But he thought it was me. Paddy. The last time I saw Paddy Pandit he was helping his father pack up the few things they could salvage from the last arson. I tried to come up to them and tell them it was not me. It was another Muslim Ghazi Razzia Jihadi arsonist. But they just glared at me. The older Pandit just wept as he picked up the box of the few things he was able to salvage. Tears pouring down his dark face. Then father and son Pandit just walked away as if I was nothing but human slime. Najis filth."

The fireman stared into the arson fires erupting around him. No one bothers to rebuild. Why bother? It would all just be burned down again. Or else it would be confiscated by the Caliph and his cronies or else the mullahs and imams and clerics as part of their 5% Prophet's Share. The fireman looked around the devastated city as the sun set bloody red in a sky filled by smoke of arson fires. He shivered. The air already becoming piercing cold. Was he waxing nostalgic for the good old days? He looked round the Muslim Mad Max Mayhem and tried to remember when it was once a rich and beautiful street lined with lovely trees and opulent high street stores full of bottomless riches. A cornucopia of riches. Fine cars parked on the streets. The streets spotless. The sidewalks spotless. Even the gutters spotless. Nothing stinking. Nothing rotting. No open sewers and maggots and corpses. No corpses feeding rats to feed the starving.

Beautiful Kafirs strolling along the sidewalks in beautiful clothes. The female Kafirs even daring to expose their faces. That was before the acid attacks of course. Their blond or red or brown hair in beautiful bouffants or else absurdly pretty hats. Brazenly flaunting the awrah haram hair as if something to be proud of instead of ashamed of. As if flaunting a genital hair. To flaunt hair. The fireman shivered. But this time the shiver was erotic. As if remembering long black hair hanging down wet and long down a fire escape. Then he remembered other Kafirs carrying bulging shopping bags or else cute little Najis dogs. Successful businessmen with briefcases. Bureaucrats wearing power ties advertizing their public school links and welding tightly furled umbrellas. Tourists with cameras and lots of money to spend. Huge limousines slowly cruising down the streets with their windows blacked out so everyone could wonder who they were. Movie stars? Rock stars? Hip Hop stars? Youtube stars?

The fireman sighed as he looked around the filthy, stinking rot and decay. The huddles masses not longing to breathe free but rather longing to find rats to eat which were bloated from recent feasting off carcasses. When would the starving stop bothering to forage for the rats to serve as middle men in the processing of death into food and lunge straight at the human corpses? Now great swatches of London burned. And great swatches of London looked like some bombed out ruin. Or else the stage set for some Zombie horror movie. The only lights in the darkening and moldering Third World city were arson fires which rivaled the setting sun. Fires blazing out of control in fetid slums near and far which once was one of the greatest cities of the world and now was the stage set for Soylent Green. "If I don't find a place to crash soon I will be attacked by the Ferals. I am going to be hard pressed to make the rendezvous. It will place me too close to the infamous Green Park Migrant Camp!" the fireman told himself as darkness bloomed along with the chorus of screams. His hand griped his gun inside the flap of his uniform more tightly as he picked up the pace of his walk. "No one wants to be attacked by the Ferals. That is worse than death itself...!" 

# Chapter Seven

The Chauffeur maneuvered the massively retrofitted automobile onto another part of the deserted highway. It stretched out long, silent, its abandonment terrifying. Nothing moving anywhere in the wreckage. Only ravens cawing in barren trees. As if something out of an old 1950s nuke holocaust movie. With illegal fossil fuel all but impossible to find the only automobiles were owned by Oligarches or else drug gangs or else the officiators. So the highway was deserted. But nowadays the Scavenger Rats and Drug Gangs attacked anyone with money. And automobiles screamed money. So the retrofitted automobile was both precarious escape and an invitation to be attacked. "I wish that damn dead fool had not crashed the copter!" the Chauffeur told the Trophy Widow. "We have to drive like hell to get beyond the wastage and beyond the Scavenger Rats and Drug Gangs!" the Chauffeur told the Trophy Widow and the crying girl in her furs and veils. The furs an incredulous contrast with the Islamic black veils.

"What about the Ferals and the Calais Animals?" the Trophy Widow asked. "No one wants to be attacked by the Ferals. That is worse than death!"

"Ferals are urban. And they can barely stagger. See. The bullet proof window shield is intact. The wire over the windows held. No! We are pretty much beyond the playground of the Ferals now!" the Chauffeur said. "They feed off the carcasses. But we are not yet beyond the Drug Gangs and highway robbers. So we need to drive hard. And I don't care who we see. Even if it is the Aisha herself. We are not stopping for anyone. Not until we reach the Black Market Bastion in Southampton." The Chauffeur drove professionally. Then suddenly he swerved violently to avoid an Outlaw barricade. Then he rammed right through five machine gun totting Outlaws. The rat-tat-tat of bullets hit the massive automobile. The girl in her furs and veils screamed as the Trophy Widow brandished both guns. Prepared to fight it out. Then the massive automobile hurled itself over another barricade and roared down the deserted highway.

"Sweetie. Stop crying" the Trophy Widow told the girl as she professionally returned the gun to her concealed holster. "Or I will regret saving you. And I will throw you out of this damn car as it is moving." The girl muffled her tears behind her ridiculous Islamic veils. Then the Chauffeur stared into his rearview mirror at the girl. His dark eyes then peered behind him. "Outlaws not bothering to follow us. They will attack the Drug Gangs instead. The Drug Gangs drive cheap trucks. Machine gun to machine gun. The trouble is we have to ration the petrol so I can't keep the pace up. Or we will use up the petrol. We can't afford to run out of gas short of the Black Market Bastion."

"Be a genius baby!" the Trophy Widow told her lover. "That is why I love you."

"I am afraid of the Ferals!" the girl whimpered softly as she hugged her furs around her veils. "I am afraid of the Ferals! Do they realize they are Feral?"

"If worse comes to worse sweetie I have enough bullets to blow our brains out so we won't end up like them!" the Trophy Widow replied nonchalantly.

"But do the Ferals even understand what they are?" the girl whimpered. "When does the insanity kick in? When does the disease snuff out the brain?"

"We won't find out sweetie!" the Trophy Widow replied as she touched up her lipstick in a small hand mirror. "We are beyond the Ferals now. In the countryside the Hinterlanders and the Black Marketeers machine gun anyone who remotely hints of infection. And the Black Marketeers sell vaccines."

"So there is a cure?" the girl whispered.

"No. There is prevention. Once the disease is inside of you that is that. Dead man walking. But we have the diamonds to buy the vaccine. And petrol. And then tickets at Dover from the Black Market to get us a stroll down the Chunnel. Or else a copter ride. Then a Black Market tour of hell on earth to Switzerland. Switzerland. The Paradise of Diamonds. Everyone loves Diamonds. Diamonds buys everything."

"Except a cure to Feralism" the Chauffeur said. "Or death."

*** ***

The black silk sleeves fluttered in the blown air of the aggressive vents intended to keep the computers at perfect temperature. The sentient robot watched the computer screen as a feed from Australia revealed the latest desperate migrant attack. Another robot in ethereal colors came up as the robot in black watched the nightmare scene. One metal hand stroked its naked metal face. The Noh mask of the second robot showed no emotion other than exquisite beauty. "Australia is on the ropes" the robot in black said as it watched the desperate scene as hundreds of thousands of child jihadists threw themselves on the mines and razor wire along the surf. The sound of machine guns filling the nightmare scene.

"When Australia falls then the brunt of the migrant attacks will be directed at us" the other robot replied.

"Or a pincer attack" the robot in black mused. "We could be facing a pincer attack. The main force could be queuing to attack us as expendable children and women attack the Aussies to distract us. You know the Mos treat their females and children as expendable garbage...."

*** ***

The fireman kept walking, hard and fast. Weaving in and out of bodies and corpses and garbage and rats. His hand on the butt of his gun lodged inside his tunic in and holster by a secret pocket which held his most secret thing secured over his heart. He picked his way through streets filled knee deep with garbage as thousands of starving Muslim migrants pick through garbage of trashed and looted and burned out stores which once sold Rolls Royce and Bugatii and Cartier and Faberge. Now all of the pickings are long ago picked. Now only the hundreds of thousands of starving migrants huddle in the gutted out ruins as they listlessly tried to find the rare bit of metal or wire to barter. The fireman picked his way through garbage squirming with rats and maggots as starving Muslim migrants listlessly stared at him.

Wild kids with scurry sores all over their faces and grotesque pot bellies from starvation foraged in the stinking garbage. Some dying migrants were also listlessly digging through the garbage for something to eat. Their starving faces marred by black holes or festering pox sores or else oozing black rot from flesh eating parasites or else flesh eating germs. Nightmare visions of starving people with rotting faces. Some missing parts of their faces. Some missing all of their faces. Only holes were eyes and noses used to be. Only festering holes oozing pus where mouths used to be. Other doomed souls were chasing the rats to devour them. Some bartering their diseased bodies for sex for drugs. Glue fumes were very popular right now. But glue was running out. What never ran out was black tar. And Afghanistan was exporting super charged black tar opium and heroin by the ton. And so cheap. A bottomless supply of balm. In fact black tar was pretty much the only bottomless supply of anything other than Halal R.

Despite the supposedly superior morality of The Best of Peoples, The Ubermensch Ummah, drug abuse was out of control throughout the Islamic Levant and now Eurabia. The do-goody Christians quickly becoming disillusioned as the Mos they treated as if demigods with every free thing and every opportunity instead turned to notorious drug gangs. Their only concept of capitalism and enterprise beside stealing just as taharush gang raping was their only game. Drugs had always been the not-so-secret vice of Muslims who boasted of their morality superiority to Christian Kafir drunks and tobacco smoking Shirks ----- while embracing opium and hashish and bhang and now heroin ---- along with tobacco ---- and alcohol if it could be had secretly.

In fact the migrants proved that despite their holier-than-thou arrogance as the 'Best of Peoples' they could not wait to jump into the rock bottom of debauchery once they embraced Western Society where everyone was expected to exercise self control and self responsibility and no morality police was there to enforced control and morality at the point of a gun or whip. Even using their newly embraced sense of total debauchery to excuse their rapes. Invariably using the excuse of drugs and alcohol to excuse their rapes if their first excuse, the fact Western girls were all unveiled whores asking to be raped, was not accepted. And invariably let off. Everyone's poor victims. Heroin was the strongest drug and therefore the best if available and it was also the cheapest and most available. So the black tar were devoured gluttonously even if the drugs were so vile they eat up the flesh as if acid. Some parents even sold their too many kids for drugs or else they sold their ration cards at the local Red Crescent for drugs. They even sold themselves for drugs.

The Red Crescent only served Muslims of course. It was haram to share Muslim charity food with Kafirs. But nowadays there was not even enough rations at the Red Crescent to feed more than a few of the thousands and thousands and thousands and thousands and thousands of Muslim migrants who crowded the few places where charity foodstuffs were handed out. Food was rarer than heroin. And charity was rarer still. Most of the Muslim zakat charity went to fund the Great Jihad against the Shirk Infidels in Dar ul Harb Abode of War of the Asian Battlefields as well as fighting the Crusader Rebellion inside Dar ul Islam Eurabia as well as the defensive (but always labeled offensive) wars against the Harbi Kafirs which were breaking out across the island as if an eruption of the pox. Most zakat always went to jihad. The stupid Kafirs could always be relied upon to pony up their endless Red Cross charity so why not? And nothing was more moral than financing jihad. So there was little left for conventional charity foodstuffs. After all? What was more important? Jihad? Or starvation? Martyrdom? Or salving misery? And heroin so beautifully numbed everything ---- even if the black tar ate the flesh as if acid.

Some of the charity food served at the Red Crescent were the odd tins of old Kafir foodstuffs found among the ruins by salvagers and scavengers. They are garnished with once frozen food now black with rot found in old warehouses or abandoned refrigerators in delict buildings. Here and there, rotten grain was handed out which was too bad to be sold to the Muslim oligarches or else the mullahs and imams and clerics who enjoyed the 5% 'Prophet's Share' for blessing the Caliph and his cronies. The rest of the time the hoity-toity Holies presided over trials of Muslims for desertion from Islam or else treason against Islam. Apostasy trials. Or else immorality trials of females to allow them to torture naked female flesh. That used to pay very well too. And per Sharia 'War booty' prisoners could be enjoyed on the side before the execution as war booty.

But as the scavenging of Pre-Caliphate foodstuffs dried up and the Scavenger Rats scrapped bottom the reality was the only food was Halal R. Rats which devoured the unburied carcasses which covered the streets in a pool of urine and feces and garbage and starving migrants. So increasingly the Red Crescent had nothing to offer except platitudes. 'Inshallah. If Allah wills it.' So the Scavenger Rats were turning on the last thing left: attacking anyone with money. The Oligarches. The Imams. The Clerics. Drug addicts if they were not too far gone. Wounded Drug Gangsters. One step ahead of the packs of Wild Children and the Ferals. And the Drug Gangsters attacked any Oligarches the moment their electric fences sputtered. Or else the mosques where the imams and the clerics kept illegal foodstuffs from their glory days when the 5% Prophet's Share bought them loot instead of a percentage of starvation and disease and misery and death. As for the Ferals, like the Halal Rats, they ate anything or anyone.

Nevertheless, the hundreds of thousands of indigent and desperate Muslim migrants spent all day and all night lined up on the streets amidst piles of garbage to wait in vain for the odd kitchen scraps which once would not have fed a dog. Though by now all dogs have long ago been exterminated as Najis no less than pigs so that saying was now obsolete. Once the migrants had been so arrogant with the Kafirs they used to throw the Red Cross food boxes back into the faces of the Kafirs or else cavalierly toss the food or water bottles if they were near the expiration dates. Not now. But now there were no more foolish Kafirs sharing their bounty and no more food. The first 'welfare funded jihad in history' had come to a dead end ----- in every sense of the word. Waging jihad on the dole without thinking out to consequences usually ends up as a replay of a fool sawing off the very branch he is sitting on.

"Hurray! Hurray! We won!" the fireman snarled to himself. "We bankrupted Kafir Europe and conquered the Crusaders through sheer over population. A tidal wave of indignant indigent deadbeats. Now what! I wish the mullahs had not burned all the dogs and pigs in those towering pomp and circumstance bonfires" the fireman mused as his empty belly growled. "Such a waste of food. I know it was Najis but I wonder if such a bonfire of freshly slaughtered meat was held today if the mobs were cheer the burning or else lung to devour it? I mean! Everyone eats Halal R and everyone knows what Halal Rats eat. Dead people. Us. How is that any more halal than all of those tasty dogs would have been?"

The thin's fireman's stomach grumbled. The fire station's rations of old military tins were now down to only twice a day. Sometimes once a day. And the station rationed the beds too. This was the fireman's rotating night out in the cold. His 'Tri- Night Walkabout' as he called it. So he missed the evening rations as well as a safe bed. His last meal was dawn. So now he was starving. He ignored the hunger and scratched for lice. Then he hugged his empty belly and marched toward the setting sun. "I won't eat Halal R. I will starve. I am getting used to starving. I won't eat Halal R. And I won't numb my starvation with black tar. It eats the flesh like acid. And anyway. I like to replay memories of Wolfey in my head. Not memories of her. They gut me until I bleed! Memories of Wolfey.

Memories of Wolfey quiets the lunatics in their padded cells in my head. Memories of Wolfey quiets me too when I feel as if I am about to go mad. I replay every piece of music he used to play on his old antiquated portable record player or else on his lap top. The operas amazing. Such haram! The most beautiful haram I ever heard or saw until the pretty things I saw when I became a fireman and my job was to burn them. The pretty things. How I loved pretty things! Why does Islam forbid every pretty thing? How lovingly Wolfey used to wipe each old vinyl record before setting down the needle to play it. The music warm. Like the sun. Why isn't the sun warm anymore? Either burning or else clammy with volcanic ash. But not warm. And there are no more parks and green grass and flowers and trees. And I like to spelunker. To explore the ruins of Lost Europe. And until recently it was safe to walk all night as long as you kept walking so no one could mug you."

The fireman hugged his sinister black uniform around his painfully thin body. "But now the Ferals are more and more. Even if they scarcely last a week once the incubation explodes out of them. Walking incubators who are Dead Men Walking. And dead women walking. And dead children walking. Hell! They infect the Halal R. They are the pestilence incarnate. And they are more and more all of the time." The fireman grimaced. "If I don't find a place to hide the Ferals will get me. At this pace I won't make the rendezvous so why try? I need to spelunker a hole where the thousands and thousands and thousands of migrants are afraid to go. Or else they will attack me. Or else the Scavenger Rats. Or the Wild Children. The Druggies. A safe hole to hide. From everyone. That means a Pancras Plague place where the centuries of Kufr and Jahiliyyah of the Najis British have saturated the bricks and mortar to such a degree it generates a miasma of vapors which kill the Faithful. Even if the Najis British has been driven into the urban wastage their contagion of history lingers to infect The Faithful and besmirch the purity of the Ummah. That is why their historic places are the epicenters of the highly contagious Pancras Plague."

The fireman chuckled bitterly to himself. "Translation: the Pancras gas which the Morlocks unleash to protect their territories" he said in a different voice. "Their portals to their Underground World. And to protect their national heritage sites. Their historical places. Such an obsession with their Jahiliyyah." An image of an old curator begging him on his hands and knees filled his mind. "What an obsession with Jahiliyyah. But how the hell did their obsession with Jahiliyyah become my collusion? How the hell did I get involved? Compromised and implicated and entangled with their Kufr and with their Jahiliyyah. Shut up Mohammad! And stop crying Ahmad! I am The Dominator here! Not you whining whelps!" The fireman snarled as he grimaced. Then he said more gently "I will replay memories of Wolfey's music to lull you to sleep if I can find a safe place to ride out this night! Then he grimaced. "Why do I think I am going to die tonight? The Captain of the Elephant & Castle arranged for me to draw the short straw tonight. So that means there is going to be a Jahiliyyah bonfire of the Vanities tonight. I fear that Harbi Kafir bitch on that post card is going up in flames tonight. And I can't save her. Or that rumored treasure house. It is going to burn tonight. And I won't be able to save it. Not like the Wallace. Tonight something beautiful will burn...."

*** ***

"I wonder who is burning tonight?" the madwoman asked Madame X. "One of Stubbs majestic horses gracefully garnished with a handsome or beautiful English owner? Gainsborough's tragic daughter Mary? Romney's naughty Lady Hamilton? Blake's Elohim creating Adam? Drawn on paper. Oh dear! That burns at Fahrenheit 451. Oils burn at a different temperature. Rossetti's mistress of the intoxicating red hair? Or his Dark Lady of the luscious red lips? Millais' Ophelia floating down the river in her madness? Waterhouse's The Lady of Shalott in her despair from unrequited love? Gauguin's exotic Tahitian mistress? Beardsley's The Fat Woman? She can burn at Fahrenheit 451 and I would not lift a finger to save her. Or one of your sisters of the cult of Sargent perhaps? Perhaps one of the turn of the century American Buccaneers who invaded this damp island for ulterior motives?

But unlike the Muslims the Americans invaded England in order to love it. To shower their vulgar self made money on it. To preserve it. To save it. Unlike the Mos who just came to suck the life blood out of it before burning it down to ash and cinder as nought but Najis and Jahiliyyah! I mean! Even the Hindu Indians still loved England in their weird Bollywood way. Bollywood stars building their mansions with Greek columns while setting weird dance scenes in 1960s London long after London ceased to be the 1960s. But the Pakis and Bangladeshis! The hatred they manifested at every opportunity toward England. Especially the Pakis! Such focused and malevolent hatred. The Afghans. Sure! I can see their hatred. Afghans hate everyone. Throughout history they have always been feral. Cannibals who ripe the hearts and livers out of their enemies to devour them raw before playing polo with their severed heads before celebrating with an orgy of dancing boys before retiring with their nine year old child brides. Utterly unrepentant in their barbarity.

But the Pakis and Bangladeshis! Their hated for this island! The first in line to burn it! To vandalized it! To bankrupt it by exploiting the dole as benefits frauds! To undermine it through its very ideals of English democracy and English tolerance and fair play! To undermine every ideal and value toward the nation's destruction! To deliberately destroy everything held dear! A rampage of vandals! And to deliberately rape the children of the English! Focusing their most malevolent spite on the underage children of the English! Even after Rotherham was exposed do you know those cruel Paki clerics and imams refused to deliver sermons to condemn not only twenty plus years of pedophilia but sexual prostitution of under aged Kafir girls which Rotherham and sixty other English cities incarnated! Not just hundreds of girls victimized by Pakis! Thousands of underage girls! Kafir girls! Just like back in Pakistan where every single day a Kafir Christian or Sikh or Hindu girl used to be dragged off and raped. Sometimes kidnaped and forced into sex slavery under the guise of 'conversion'. But mostly just brutally and sadistically defiled. Then killed. If the Arabs brought Taharrush the Pakis brought Devshirme. The sexual brutalization of Kafir girls precisely because they were nought but Dhimmi meat for a Mo to wipe his sins off on!

Shameless! The Pakis were shameless! Merciless! And they never apologized or atoned. Quite the contrary! The damn Paki be they the mothers or fathers or brothers of sisters or sons or mosque leaders or politicians stood by their pedophiles! Their golden boys! Not the victims! Pulling their wagons into a circle to protect them! Pedophiles! Pimping pedophiles! Worse! The sexual exploitation was community! Family! Each under aged child was brutalized and raped and then passed from family member to family member! Often in the homes! As the females blandly watched TV in their rooms! The whole clan raping and raping and raping and everyone covering it up! Not one Paki attempting to lift one finger to save one girl! And the Labor Party deliberately ordering the city councils to cover it up! To get the Paki vote! Underage English or Sikh or Hindu girls sacrificed on the altar of Devshirme just to get the Paki vote!

Oh let's not quarrel my dear!" the mad woman told Madame X. "The Loki Insider Traitors have done their evil and it is no point ranting and raving now! All we can do is try to save Father's bastion. Father and your creator were kindred souls. Sargent was an Anglophile no less than Father. Howbeit different centuries. Like the Yankee buccaneers. Like Father when he built this private museum with dollars from his sales of weapons of war. Every Nineteenth Century vulgar self made robber baron industrialist came to England or Europe to worship at the altar of Western Civilization and then marry off their daughters to the elite however land rich but money poor while educating their sons to be not globalists but rather Anglophiles. Europeans. So unlike the Four P globalists who hated England and Europe and Western Civilization and the entire North Western Hemisphere. So unlike the Muslims who saw Western Civilization in general and English Civilization in particular as nought but Najis filth and Jahilyyah alien barbaric pollution. Something to be loathed. Something to be vandalized. Something to be destroyed. Father and Sargent were kindred spirits. Both in the closet. But Sargent at least did not end up mad and locked in a panic room morphed into a gigantic fortified treasure house as if a male Winchester. You triggered Father's Winchester decline and fall. Fortunately, when Father went mad he became a survivalist and in hindsight that has helped us to survive. That is the only good thing to come from Father's infatuation with you my dear.

Who is burning? Who is burning? Rembrandt in his old age? I fear for his safety. Poor old man. The oil so thick it will burn dreadfully. Young Van Dyck in all of his young handsomeness? One exquisite hand with that pinkie ring elegantly poised just so to draw attention to the tools of his genius: his beautiful hands. I fear for him! I do! I do! Father bought Van Dyck's other self portrait for me. Such handsome eye candy payola for my agreeing to aid and abet his crime of stealing you. Van Dyck was such a killer of a good looking young man! The only genius among the oil painters who was so good looking he did not even need to flatter himself. But are Van Dyck's royal patrons burning? The dashing Second Earl of Warwick? The son of the strikingly First Earl of Warwick who has burned. No one will ever see his striking face now to debate if he was handsome or not. Beauty redefined by his extraordinary face. The son more conventionally handsome than the pater. Or the elegant Countess of Portland? Or poor Inigo Jones whose architect masterpieces are going up in flames? Those tragic Petit Royals: Queen Henrietta Maria and King Charles The First? Reynolds' dashing Captain Robert Orme? Another handsome man.

Despite my advanced age I still do have an eye for handsome men! I think you loved only yourself but we won't quarrel over your penchant for narcissism or my penchant for handsome men of the classical English School. At least I saved dashing General Sir Tarleton. It was the very last time I ever left this place. A terrible risk! But I just had to save that poor gallant man! Those skin tight riding breeches shows off his thighs divinely! Thus I admit I risked both our lives just to save that sexy Eighteenth Century stud. Not for his martial valor so much as for his sexy thighs.

But I hear poor Mrs. Siddons burned! Her acting skills apparently failed her doubly because she was both 'naked', using the Islamic definition most ironically and with utter loathing and contempt, 'naked' in her shameless flaunting of her hair and face and aquiline nose to the world and also because she was an actress. Theater is as haram as art and music and dancing and literature my dear! Oh what can civilization expect of philistines from the Arabian deserts who believe the Humanities must burn! What sort of barbarian would order the Arts, Music, Theater, Dance, Novels, Poetry, Chess, fine wine, a BLT sandwich, and every book except the Koran to burn? If Mohammad was here I would use my Smith and Wesson on him!

But apparently some mysterious insider in the Elephant & Castle Fire department somehow saved Lord Heathfield the Governor of Gibraltar. The ham radio is issuing a coded warning across the airwaves that he is being hunted. But I fear that won't save him even if it the warning is being issued in antiquated code. If a warning is going out across the airways then it is already too late to save him ---- whoever he is. What a dignified old man he was! Lord Heathfield. So handsome despite his age in his red tunic. His dignified face so reassuring and quietly brave. Like a father we all wished we could have had instead of the father we really did have. I am so glad he lives still. Thank goodness the mysterious benefactor saved him at least. But no one knows if Lawrence's poor elderly Queen Charlotte is ash or cinder. They did not get on but he caught her to a T. So dignified in her starched white lace and hair. What a pity if she has perished. Her elderly face seems so kind. I have not aged nearly so well!

Constable's landscapes and Turner's seascapes have ceased to appeal to me despite being caged here with only a ham radio to access the outside world. And Father loathed modern art. He went Japanese rather than buy that rubbish as he used to call it. I have invited Father's Noh masks into my bedroom to keep me company this week. In my loneliness I now need faces even if the faces are oil or bronze or marble or wood. Who is going to burn tonight my dear? Besides possibly us perhaps?...."

*** ***

The fireman covertly tried to creep up on the wreckage of burned out automobiles and buses which littered the interception. Spying eyes were everywhere so the fireman pretended to be looking for something to scavenge. In fact he was hoping the burned out bus with its distinctive peeling advertizing was still wired to the lower depths. And indeed he heard a mysterious dead radio in the burned out wreckage suddenly erupt into a tense mass of ghostly gibberish. Then a furious burst of ghostly knocking sounds mixed with taps. "Ah! The Twilight Zone is operating! Yes!" the fireman whispered as he crept up while maintaining the pretense of scavenging. Then he tried to catch the taps hidden beneath layers of ghost knocking sounds and spastic eruptions of electric shorts and sputtering bursts of gibberish garnished by bizarre loops of old advertizing as if ghostly echoes. "I think Old Jasper is trying to contact me with our old code" the fireman told himself. "I did not realize that at the Whitehall wire! If only I had! It has been so long since I heard that code used! Damn it! It has been so long since I had a ham radio or telegraph!" The fireman pretended to scavenge as he struggled to listen to the layers of electric static, nonsense gibberish, ghostly knocking sounds, short eruptions of radio echoes, and those subtle taps. "It is Old Jasper trying..."

But then the fireman saw another concealed camera. It was a spy camera set up by The Tower morality police to catch anyone trying to listen to the ghostly radio signals. The fireman very carefully froze his face. Then he very carefully pounced on a dirty rat. Catching it in his black gloved hands. He furiously mimed being starving. Then he shouted to no one in particular "This rat is mine! Bugger off and get your own evening dinner!" Then the fireman clutched the rat and furiously ran further down the dirty street littered with wreckage and garbage and corpses. Then he knelt down and pretended to be devouring the repulsive rodent. In fact he simply released it. He rubbed his gloved hands in muck to clean them and then go up and resumed his desperate march toward the setting sun.

The fireman grimaced as he hastened away. "Damn! Damn! I got part of the code but only part! It is Jasper's code! But that is all! Why is Jasper trying to contact me? Oh hell! It is all going to hell! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I am surprised the Morlocks bothered with the Docklands. If only I had stayed in the Whitehall ruins. Or else aimed for the Docklands and the Isle of Dogs. Docklands! Why are the Morlocks there? It is anything but historical. But it is built deep into Underground London. It is subterranean. Almost as deep underground is it is above ground. It would have allowed the enemy to potentially invade them. And I guess they decided to keep it to piss off everyone. After the Shard brouhaha. To piss everyone off. For the spite of it. And who would have thought now scared everyone would be. After the Pancras Plague hit the terminals. That it would so effective. That the migrants would become so afraid of it. Would become conditioned as of Pavlov's dogs to run away at the first whiff of it. That even the Caliph and his cronies would decide not to try to confiscate what the Morlocks considered to be their territory if the merest whiff of Pancras oozed out.

Not after the Shard brouhaha when over one thousand six hundred and eighty three elite migrants and cronies promised rich digs by the Caliph ---- for money ---- perished so horribly. The fire extinguishers shut off. The stairs blocked by someone who was so malicious. Sandbags. So simple but so effective. The lobby dressed for success. Kerosene and a simple timer. The Underground access so easy to use to retreat. A piece of cake for a spelunker. Then lock down. The elevators were designed to shut down of course at the first whiff of smoke. Bombs set off to explode Greek Fire. With kerosene Molotov cocktails set beside each bomb. Then the Shard erupted into fire when the chimes tolled at midnight. The glass shattering. A towering inferno just like that movie I remember watching so long ago. A movie which has fascinated me ever since. But a canister of counterfeit Pancras gas oozed out to create that delicious whiff The Faithful have learned to savor with terror. So everyone assumed the Pancras Plague killed the elite who had just moved into the elite digs of Kafir London. And they told that Pancras Plague was also flammable. Spontaneous combustion no less. If the incredulous believe in Freemason conspiracies they will not only believe in Pancras Plague but also that it is spontaneously flammable and secretes out of the saturated residue of Jahiliyyah and Najis. Though why a modern skyscraper would suffer from the fumes of ancient Jahiliyyah and Najis is anyone's guess. Maybe someone left the doors to the Underground open to allow the subterranean miasma to ooze upward. Except the doors to the Underground were locked so no one could escape the fire.

We watched all night. But what could we do? What could anyone do? We mere mortals? Like ants. So tiny as we watched from below as the rich migrants stared down at us as they burned in their towering inferno. Beating the glass windows! Screaming for rescue! Inshallah! If Allah wills it! The elite Dominators who thought they could swagger into London and confiscate the ultimate status symbol of the over achieving Kafirs and Shirks were trapped in the ultimate arson. Their jizya plunder trophies turning into their coffins. Their bribes to the Caliph to confiscate and appropriate the riches of the hard working British turned into tickets to perdition. Their Kafir Wealth Tax to become even more wealthy themselves turning into their first class express to fiery damnation. Their elitist dreams of becoming rich demigods lording over everyone else as they lived in the sky high up above us mere mortals snuffed out by fire. Their glass and steel demi-paradise turned into inferno of Hades. Fuck! Who ever heard of a rich migrant? Who ever heard of a rich refugee? Swaggering off the boat in their furs and entitlement. Demanding the best as the 'Best of the Best of Peoples'. Fuck! Especially after the poorer migrants were shoved by the thousands into the train terminals as if cattle to stew in their own urine and feces while I was living rough. They deserved their deaths.

An arsonist with a sick mind really did a job that night. It so scared everyone right after the Pancras Plague hit the terminals and right after something horrific went down at the British Museum so the Caliph called off his attempt to sell rich digs in the Docklands to any rich over seas migrant suckers. The Youtube was full of it. Despite the censors. What sick arsonist would think of such a thing?" The fireman walked hard toward the burning fireball which was the setting sun. One part of his brain firmly locked away behind a closed door in his mind. He recalled the first time he burned something with deliberate intent to do harm. The beauty of the fire as it danced across the soiled mattress on which a body sprawled. The joy of the thought of that body burning.

"Who ever heard of elite migrants anyway? Who ever heard of elite refugees?" the fireman snarled. "Who ever heard of migrant oligarches? What the hell is a migrant oligarch? A migrant oligarch is a bastard who has robbed everyone else of everything. Down to the gold teeth. The robber baron who has looted everything before the rest of us even had a chance to steal our bit of the Ghazi Razzia war booty. 'Whatever thy right hand possesses do with as you will. Fuck! Not even Dominators are suppose to enjoy free luxury digs in the Shard. Damn us. Muslims. We always assume we can plunder or confiscate or steal or else buy off the shelf the achievements of people we despise. Like the migrants in Paris who used to attack and rob and kill the Chinese migrants just because they were 'too rich' from their own efforts and hard work despite never touching the dole. Unlike them. The ingrates. The Kafirs and the Shirks built the Shard. It was their investment. It was their money. It was their hard work. It was their genius. It was their vision. It was their property. It was their achievement. Stealing the Shard to prove Islamic Domination while confiscating the accomplishments of others maybe halal but it is goddamn immoral!

No greedy, money grubbing, sponging, envious, covetous, narcissistic, grotesquely self entitled, would -be Dominator has the right. No parasite has the right to steal the genius and the achievements and the hard earned rewards of anyone else. Dominators. Fuck! We fucking Dominators are just bloodsuckers. Leeches. Parasites. That is all we are. Blood sucking leeches and parasites. We snap our fingers and assume our White Slaves and Brown Slaves and Black Slaves and Yellow Slaves will toil for us and build for us and create for us and invent for us and then we can just swagger in and take it. Call it jizya. Call it the Dhimmi wealth tax. And take it. Take everything. And trash what we can't steal. Fuck the Dominators! Fuck us all! And anyway. A few people were saved. Because 1683 was the number to die. 9/11/1683. The Gates of Vienna. So two families were delayed on the roads by accidents and so lived to bewail the loss of their bribes to the Caliph. The Caliph never did give them their refunds back.

But besides the poison Pancras gas the Morlocks have electrified the razor wire and set bear traps and booby traps around their portals now. Garnished by corpses of The Faithful. Their jahiliyyah. How the Morlocks love their jahiliyyah. As much as they love their pretty things. Their historical symbols and their cultural achievements. Their heritage places. Their treasure houses such as still exist and elude the fire. And they don't invite anyone in. Not nobody. Not even me. Perhaps they fear the Shard Arsonist. And I don't have the passwords or the invitations. Except for the Whitehall Nutter. And even he never asks me in despite everything I have done for him. Hell! Ten Downing. Want a Trident? And was he grateful? Why didn't I ask him to let me stay there? Mr. Mole. He owes me. Fuck! That would all but mean I am his creature. In collusion with the enemy. What did the crazy old man say once? Through the chained door? Ah. 'Crossing the Rubicon'. So like a damn fool I am marching toward what? What fatal siren? Perhaps that there Harbi Kafir Bitch with the ultimate attitude on the Jahiliyyah post card is singing out to me. A Kafir siren. To come to her. And to die with her. Hopefully not by fire...."

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The madwoman stared up at Madame X. "Are we going to die tonight?"

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The Cockney Cockroach man pig sat under his repaired neon sign as if a gargoyle. His spectacles glittering on his rubber mask snout. The setting sun reflected off the Vaseline designed to mimic loathsome Najis ooze and shaving cream designed to mimic rabies drool. He watched the thousands and thousands and thousands of starving migrants mill around the vandalized Piccadilly Eros fountain as if a parody of Mecca. Aimlessly milling around and around and around the vandalized Jahiliyyah pollution as if the broken fountain oozed blessings instead of foul sewage. As if worshiping the mutilated monument to Najis. He watched the twilight paint the sky bloody red. "The Chimes toll at Midnight!" the bitter Cockney Cockroach whispered. "Then we are taking back our city!" he whispered as he double checked his rifle and boxes of bullets. "I waged war in Afghanistan for that bastard Blair The Liar. That Grey. And came back to see my nation and my city betrayed. But I still know how to shoot!" The bitter Cockney held his gun as he remembered the last election for mayor the city ever had.

"We had a choice between a Tory Jew called Goldsmith or else a motherfucker of a Labor Mo. A Paki. The city was up to nearly fifty percent fucking Mos. It was our last chance. The Jew was an Out. Brexit. The fucking Labor traitor was an In. EU. The Pak bastard was talking about plowing up some of the 'optional' parks to create 'ousing for the goddamn migrants. Migrant camps in all but name. That bastard. Pals with radicals. Including swine who twittered 'ow all Christian females were 'whores' and all Jews were rats. A swine who poised with guns and boasted who 'e wanted to shoot. Us. That bastard Paki only suspended that swine. His pal. Not fired him. Suspended him. His pal. Until after the election. That all but screamed out his intentions. That bastard Paki was linked to every radical terrorist there was and 'e was a protector to the Tower 'amlets crooks. Wink. Wink. Nod. Nod. To Tower 'amlets electron fraud. Telling every Muslim they had to support 'im. Muslim to Muslim. And exploiting the powers of the damn Labor Party to pig grease 'is way into power. The Labor Party what opened the borders to millions of migrants. Who dumped us blue collar Brits aside like dross to kowtow to their new constituents. The Muzzies.

We organized every polling place not controlled by the Tower 'amlets crooks. Tommy Robinson said he did not want to besmirch us by campaigning but 'e wrote several articles anonymously. Douglas Murray campaigned for us. What a brilliant Millennial. I don't normally cotton to Gays but what with the death of Christopher 'itchens he was the 'eir to the resistance against Islamism and Islamization. We should 'ave won. Despite the strangle 'old of the crooked Labor traitors. We should 'ave won. Like Brexit. We should 'ave won. We should 'ave won. But the goddamm Luvvies turned the tide against us.

That bitch who called Albion a sad grey little island. The bitch. I so glad she was gang raped later. She deserved it. She and their pretty daughters for backing the goddamn Muslims. What the fuck did she think would 'appen when you 'anded the keys of power over to goddamn Muzzies? Gammon is a Mo's middle name. Wasn't Cologne New Year's Eve's gaff Taharrush enough for them? Wasn't the molestation and rape of over eight hundred girls flummut enough for them? The pin heads. The stupid cows. The Luvvies. The Koran says any female who refuses to veil is a whore. Koran 33:59. If you don't want to be molested or assaulted or raped then pull your veils over your body. Koran 33:59.

Any female who is not veiled and does not wear the hijab is a whore. A whore or else a concubine. A Kafir war booty sex slave. And you can 'ear every sort of nasty Mo nutter on Youtube rave and gibber about raping the Kafir war booty. 'Uncovered meat. That is the problem.' Or at least you used to until Youtube went bust. And their Koran 'as verse after verse what says 'Whatever thy right 'and possesses do with as you will.' What the fuck did those glocks think that there verse meant? It is perfectly obvious what that there verse means. It is referring to and describing what any Mo can do to Kafir war booty. Rape the stupid cow. 'Plow thy field ie vagina 'owever you will'.

And their religion openly says Muslims must 'ate what Allah 'ates and Allah 'ates all Kafirs. Walaa wa al Baraa. And their Koran openly calls all of us Kafirs Najis filth on account that we have committed Kufr. And Shirk. And their religion openly says a Muzzie can only be loyal to Islam and Mohammad and the Ummah. Not to no non Muslims. 'Do not take the Christians and Jews as your friends'. Or else just pretend to be friends with them while lying to their stupid faces to exploit them. Taqiyya. It is 'alal to lie to the Kafirs to exploit them to advance Islam. It is 'alal to lie to the enemy in time of war and the Koran says the non Muslim world is Dar ul Kafir and Dar ul 'arb. Abode of the Kafir. Abode of War. Therefore Muslims are at war and can wage all forms of warfare against the Kafirs including Taqiyya. Lying. Bald faced lying. Deceit. Along with every form of brutality. Torture. Degradation. And slaughter. Until all Kafirs either convert or else surrender to the domination of the 'Divine Slavery'. What the 'ell did those glocks think if Islam describes 'peace' as submission? What the 'ell did those stupid cows think submission meant? A day in the park?

And Muslims cannot be loyal to any Dar ul Kafir and Dar ul 'arb abode of War Western Kafir country. Not to Great Britain. Not to London. God! What cows! It is on the Internet. Or lt least it was until the satellites crashed. Mos openly saying all of that in their Internet chat rooms. Openly saying it on Youtube. But did those cows do one 'alf 'our of research? 'ell no! Mos openly demanding Sharia law for Great Britain. Openly. Poll after poll. A majority openly saying they refused to obey Common Law and not only demanded Sharia for themselves they openly demanded Sharia to be imposed on us. What the 'ell did those cows think that meant? Touchy feely? Groovy? Dancing in the daisies? What the 'ell did those cows think would happen when the Mos took over?

Look at Pakistan. Even as a brand new country it rejected British values and British Common Law and the entire British legacy including secularism when they 'ad the power to do so. Pakistan imposed Islam on its bloodied minorities. Christians. Hindus. Sikhs. And in fifty years they exterminated every Christian and Hindu and Sikh. Persecution. Extermination. Genocide. Including jizya in all but name. And Dhimmitude in all but name. And Devshirme. Raping and enslaving poor Christian and 'indu and Sikh girls every single day. Kidnaping them right off the streets and raping them. And either 'olding them hostage for extortion or else keeping them as prisoners and 'marrying' them as glorified sex slaves. And you could find every sort of poor victim telling her tragic story on Youtube before the satellites crashed.

What is called Devshirme. Culling the children of the Kafirs and the Shirks to be sex slaves. Or ravishing them as whores and sluts. Paki bastards openly laughing on Youtube and saying the Christian and Hindu and Sikh girls were only meat. Meat for them to rape and vent their sexual urges on. And then when the Pakis came here they did exactly the same thing. Rotherham. Rochdale. Derby. In city after town. Including London. What the 'ell did those stupid cows think would 'appen? That the Pakis would keep their rapes to the poor side of town? Why didn't those stupid Luvvies consider it racism or bigotry when Pakis called poor Christian or 'indu or Sikh girls whores? Sluts? Dollymops? Meat to wipe their sins off on?

But did those stupid cows check out what was 'appening to the Christians in Pakistan? Egypt? Syria? Iraq? Iran? Palestine? North Africa? Sudan? Nigeria? Anywhere? Even Maladoneisa? 'ell no! They just put on their rose colored glasses of touchy feely 1960s groovy flower child naif and gushed 'ow wonderful Islam was. Until the knives and acid remodeled their stupid faces. So Stockholm Syndrome brainwashed by their Multi-cultural Regressive dogma they refused to see the truth even after the Cologne Taharrush. The Rotherham Rapes. And Malmo The Islamic Rape Capital of Europe. The swimming pool rapes. All of the rapes. Up to their own rapes. Up to the moment knives carved smilies in their faces and acid remodeled that ex-movie star's face!

Saying the victims were racists for blowing it all out of proportion. Saying the poor raped girls should not report their rapes. Saying the poor misunderstood molesters and rapists were just victims of cultural misunderstandings. And PTSD. Fuck! I have PTSD. Those molesters and rapists only suffered from one thing. Out of control sexual perversion and the hatred of Western women. All Kafir girls are to them perverts is dollymop meat. I saw their perversion up close in Afghanistan. The animals. I saw 'ow they treated their females. The sickening misogyny. The twisted sexual sadism. Our so-called 'allies' marrying nine year old girls. I saw it with my own eyes. Jesus! And warlords fawning over dancing boys. Drooling and kissing rouged and painted pre-adolescent boys dressed up as girls. And we were told to stay silent. Don't tell the truth to the gullible Luvvies back home. Perverted sexism is ingrained in them. Their inbred genes are warped with it. As warped as their deformed genitalia. And then Blair and Dhimmi Dave let those animals right into our country. Into London. As migrants. And then those traitors 'anded over our children to those perverts as Devshirme.

I am glad Blair's darling boys carved a 'smilie' into that stupid cow's famous movie star face. I am glad that Luvvie learned the 'ard way the truth about Afghanistan and Pakistan. The Islamic Levant. Islam's real face. The lies and the deceit behind the Blair blow show. The dirty truths behind Dhimmi Dave's pantomime of political correctness. Pakistan reverted to savagery the moment it liberated itself from our civilization. And Afghanistan stayed as savage as it ever was when the Afghans ate the hearts of our soldiers in the First and Second Afghan Wars of Victoria' time. Animals like that never evolve. And Saudi Arabia spent billions in petrol dollars to radicalize the mosques and madrassas all over the world to overthrow the West. And to destroy us. Which they 'ave.

And that multi-cultural bitch learned the 'ard way what every Afghan female ends up looking like. And every Paki girl looks like. Every Mo female. That Luvvie never smiled on camera again. She never flashed her cow stupid face again. I guess when you are a victim of Taharrush then multi-cultural enrichment suddenly looks different. Suddenly even a Luvvie is just meat for a Mo to wipe his sins off on. No less than any lower middle class child of a blue collar working bloke. 'ow did it feel Luvvy? To be treated the way our Cockney girls are treated? 'ow did it feel Luvvy when a mob of fifty Mos raped you and your daughters that night? 'ow did it feel my glock? Was taharrush gama still a cultural enrichment ? Was it still just a cultural misunderstanding?

'ow did you justify it to your daughters Luvvy? Because you refused to drop your Regressive ideology until it was too late those unrepentant animals so destroyed your daughter's genitalia they could never 'ave children. What with the damage and the syphilis and the beer bottle shoved up one daughter's privates until she all but bled to death. Do you still consider your Regressive Leftist ideology more important than your daughter's survival? Are all values still relative? Are all cultures the same? Are all people touchy feely wonderfully interchangeable souls of multi-cultural enlightenment? 1960s groovy flower child new age darlings? Because those animals that destroyed you and your daughters were migrants your lot let into our country.

And those animals were criminals your lot refused to either prosecute or deport. Despite molesting and raping children of Cockneys and 'indus and Sikhs. Those animals your fellow Luvvies called 'underage children' despite their beards and cell phones filled with porn and pics of their previous victims. Your Luvvies paid for 'civil rights' lawyers to fight deportation despite crime and crime after crime. Getting them off every time with nothing more than a slap on the wrist. A farce of a 'sex education class' on social politeness. A cultural misunderstanding. Untouchable because they were 'underage' despite being over twenty. Afghan and Paki and Somali and Sudanese and Libyan animals who consider anything with genitalia, male or female, nought but meat for them to devour. 'ow did it feel Luvvie when animals you fawned over and petted and protected turned on you? Feasting with panthers you did. 'ow did it feel when the panthers with feasted on you? And devoured your and yours?" The Cockney flinched and then held his gun tight to his chest.

"The Tower 'amlets crooks called out the vote of every goddamn Muzzie. To dipper the election. A vote for that Paki was a vote for Islam. They openly said it. The 'indus and Sikhs and Buddhists voted with us. They saw the 'andwriting on the wall. It was going to be a knap. But the Luvvies and the big corporations who wanted to exploit the crooks behind the Muzzies swung the election to the traitor. Voter fraud was all over the place. We proved it later. There was Tower 'amlets fraud all over the place. Voter intimidation. Ballots destroyed. But Dhimmi Dave refused to void the election. The traitor. The traitor. And the BBC refused to report the voter fraud the same way they refused to report the Tower 'amlets fraud or the Cologne Taharrush or the Rotherham Rapes. All of the goddamn traitors. And a goddamn Muzzle was elected Mayor of London and took over the Guildhall. Our hall. Our Guildhall what that we built over centuries. And then he turned it into a cesspool.

Built on our special spot. It was. The 'eart of London. Our Guildhall. What that we fought to save from the Great Fire and from the Blitz. What that we built on the ruins of the Gild Hall where my ancestors payed our gild, our taxes, to King Brutus and then the Romans and then King Arthur and then to the Saxons and then to King Alfred and Edward The Confessor. And where our ancient guilds created the first corporation to represent us. Where we 'eld our first trials by jury and public trials of traitors and great celebrations and where we 'eld our elections to rule ourselves. As William The Bastard found out. When he came in bloody conquest and ended up cutting his cloth to our standards. We Cockneys of The Mile that became the City that became London are defiant pricks. Sooner or later everyone ends up kowtowing to us. We Cockneys of London. 'Cause no one rules us. People ask us politely for our favor.

Our special place it was. Our medieval bastion what that was built over the ruins of the Roman amphitheater where my ancestors cheered. And the temple to Minerva where my ancestors worshiped. What that was built over the Palace of King Brutus. And his sacred tomb. Brutus who was our most ancient ancestors' first king. The first king of Albion. Layer over layer of our 'istory. Every layer built over deeper layers. Our most sacred place. But now our most sacred place is a cesspool and there has not been another election since.

And poor King Brutus is weeping in his unknown grave. And Minerva weeps in her lost temple. And the Medieval Guildhall which once ruled the Victorian City built on the Medieval City built on the Roman City built on New Troy is debased. And the Guildhall where once the City Corporation ruled by democratic fait of the twelve chapters of the Corporation of Cockney Business guilds and where my people even thumbed their noses at King William The Bastard and King William of Orange and the 'anovers came hat in hand and Victoria said 'If you please.' 'as become a whorehouse where everyone prostitutes themselves in the cesspool of oligarch graft . That damn Paki sold London's carcass off to the highest bidders as if a butchered pig. After gorging out the eyes of the statues of Nelson and Wellington. And beheading the statue of Churchill. And trying to burn our mascots Gog & Magog. God! That Pak bastard deserved that trial such as the other traitors faced in the Guildhall. For a traitor he was. And what he finally got there was not nearly painful enough for what he did to our city. Though painful it surely was. The Freemasons gave that bastard the ultimate Freemason paranoia conspiracy they did. Though how that Mo fireman got 'imself invited I still can't fandom.

And a month after that crooked election that bastard ordered 'ampstead 'eath plowed up for migrant housing. And it was a goddamn filthy repeat of Calais. A filthy migrant camp that became a running sore of sewage and rapine and lawlessness. And then he plowed up Green Park. Claiming it was a 'umanitarian emergency. Chopping down the ancient trees. He allowed thousands and thousands of migrants to pour into London. 'is cronies got control of the council digs to screw their way. The graft. The cronies got the graft. Fucking up the Underground by demanding payola from the unions. Then demanding payola from all of the unions. Labor turned the Guildhall into Tammany Hall. Into Graft Central. And the fucking migrants just got mud and filth as beautiful Green Park became an open sewer.

'e was part of the same bastards who pawned five 'istoric buildings including the Admiralty House to secret Muslim oligarches to impose Sharia by stealth. Sharia through the back door 'e did. That bastard. The Parliament tricked into borrowed digs at Admiralty House and forced to kowtow to Sharia Law. Because that bastard and his cronies betrayed the people of London by pawning our 'istoric buildings for pennies to Mo cronies to impose Sharia by stealth. As they stole famous London heritage buildings. Stolen from us. Our own buildings stolen from us. Pawned for pennies to bastards from Qatar and Saudi Arabia. Then that Mo swine imposed Sharia at the Guildhall. Then London. When 'e said the Sharia Police could impose duel law on London. As long as they did not use force. 'Persuasion'. As long as it was fucking 'persuasion'. Fuck! Fuck the bastard! I would fuck him as a motherfucker but fucking one's mother is the only taboo the Koran lists as haram for those sex perverts. That swine sold Cockney London down the river.

And so park by park my beautiful city became a foul cesspool of filth and migrants. Thousands. Then hundreds of thousands. Then half a million. Then a million. Then millions. As the infrastructure caved in and the power was overwhelmed and law and order broke down. Mobs of migrants everywhere. Shanties spring up everywhere. Befouling every beautiful place of my city. Trashing every 'istoric and heritage building. Turning the Thames into an open sewer. Killing every swan and dog. Vandalizing every monument. Urinating and defecating on the public streets. Burning down our libraries and churches. Melting our church bells. Debasing our city with graft and fraud and corruption and urine and feces. Besmirching our city with their corruption and their Najis. While calling us Najis.

Muslim males of war age poured in. And they were above the law. And beyond the law. And outside the law. In the lavender they were. The damn police said they were powerless to arrest them. Much less prosecute them. The Luvvies excused them endlessly as they robbed and raped and trashed and destroyed. The Luvvies lived behind fancy iron fences. Or in the suburbs beyond what used to be the Green Places before that bastard cut down every tree and plowed the Green Belt into foul and stinking migrant camps. For a while they were safe. The Luvvies. As we got the brunt of it. Suddenly surveillance cameras could not identify any Mo robber or rapist but could spot on identify anyone trying to protect the city against the migrants who were molesting. Throwing acid. Vandalizing. Burning. Rioting. Raping. Destroying. Automobiles on fire every night. Buses on fire every night. Trees being chopped down. Famous monuments besmirched by feces and urinated on. How come they could eyeball us and throw us in jail but could not eyeball one fucking Mo? Not even after the 2019 Taharrush of Christmas Eve where over one thousand Christian females were molested and raped? And thousands of Christians were attacked when attending Christmas midnight services?"

By habit the Cockney felt his mask. Concealing his identity was now an ingrained habit even if the surveillance cameras were breaking down. Then fingers caressed the tiny flag of Saint George which he defiantly wore instead of the badge of shame: the 'D' of Dhimmitude. "Then the Underground trains were attacked. And suddenly there was no surveillance cameras on the trains and the damn migrants could attack anyone with impunity. And they did. Until no passenger was safe. As that bastard embezzled the transportation funds. Until the Underground started to break down.

Then the train stations became Taharrush Central. Every female was chased. Threatened. Molested. Raped. And Muslim drug gangs moved in. And Muslim child packs of feral juvenile delinquents were attacking anyone. And no one was safe taking any train. Then when the train infrastructure collapsed from insider graft the great Victorian train terminals became stinking migrant camps. The Brunel masterpieces were besmirched by urine and feces and vandalizing by hundreds of thousands of savages from every Mo failed state in the world. The crown jewels of London. Being destroyed before our eyes. And no one safe either on the streets or underground. Day or night.

Girls got acid in their faces if they refused to obey Islamic Law and veil. Anyone who tried to protect their wives and children were beaten bloody. We were arrested. We were arrested for a stretch at the crank. But the migrants were untouchable. On the EU dole. Every one of those bastards on the EU sanctioned lavender. The dole was jizya. That is what they said. Jeering us. 'You can't do nothing to us. Your national leaders invited us. And the UN Agenda 21orders you to hand over your illegal wealth to us. You Najis filthy racist pigs. It is time you filthy Kafirs atone for the sins of Colonialism. It is time the scion of Victoria grovels. Who says this is your city. This is our city now. Wherever Muslims put their feet they dominate and rule. We rule here now. Not you.'

And then those bastards waltzed into Labor council 'ouses as we were kicked out. 'omeless. Labor councils kicking us Cockneys out. So the damn migrants could move in. Including million pound townhouses. What allows dirty indigent migrants from Somali dirt states to waltz into million pound townhouses what that our council taxes paid for? As we were thrown out? Then they were allowed to move into empty townhouses. Snooty Toffen digs. Mo Squatters. Then suddenly they are marching into churches and people's 'omes as if God's own!

And then that bastard raised the property taxes on anyone with 'omes what they owned for thirty or forty or fifty years which had increased in value. Millionaire taxes he called it. Wealth taxes. But most of them digs were ordinary flats owned by aged Brits. They could not pay millionaire taxes. Wealth taxes. They owned overpriced London digs. Sure. But they were money poor. They bought their flats decades ago when London digs used to be affordable. They were aged retirees. They were just coppered old folks. But out they went! Reprocessed. Foreclosed. Kicked out. On their bony rumps. Including my aged parents. So migrants could waltz right in. Taking our 'omes. Taking my aged parents's 'ome.

My poor old parents died in a Sikh charity ward. Reduced to beggars. Everything taken from them. And I was living rough on the streets. And a goddamn Bangladeshi migrant and his three wives and dozen kids waltzed into my parent's 'ome. Free for the taking. Including my parent's furniture and possessions. And my aged parents where thrown out. With only their clothes on their backs. Cary Street. Called bankrupts. Everything taken to pay council debts.

Then that bastard raised the taxes on us Cockneys. Not the Mos. Just us Cockneys. And suddenly it really was jizya. Jizya. And we really were Dhimmis. Different tax rates for Muslims and everyone else. EU blessed darlings did not 'ave to pay taxes. And the migrants got everything for free. Free. Every fucking thing for free. From their digs to their medical care to their food to their pocket money to free transportation. And every Muslim was on the dole. Living free. Wallowing on the dole. In lavender they were. Courtesy of Labor. What an oxymoron. The Labor Party what used to represent the working man now represented Mo deadbeats and parasites and leeches what never worked a day in their lives.

In clover. In clover the deadbeats were. Benefits scourgers. And migrant mooches. Flashing the flash and who was paying for the flash for them to flash? Us. As we were grounded down. The government giving them everything and we only getting the shaft. The government only serving them. And we were out in the cold. A replay of the Tower 'amlets scandal except it was now the Guildhall scandal. Though I did enjoy it when the Luvvies were taxed the Dhimmi Wealth Tax and they lost everything. Dewskitched no less than us.

And bankrupting NHS. Thousands and thousands and thousands of migrants waltzing into NHS to get their rotting teeth fixed without paying a penny toward it. Health Tourism. Hundreds of thousands of parasites from every Muslim failed state walking into our NHS as if they owned it! Not us! Breeding us out of our city on free NHS. Thousands of brown babies being mass produced in NHS wards by every benefits cheat and his four wives. A dozen babies each. Free. Free. But we that paid the taxes could not afford to support our own children. And suddenly we were told to bugger off to the back of the queue on account that the NHS was all but bankrupt. So medicine had to be rationed. And guess who got to waltz right in? Muslims! Priority! And guess who was told to bugger off? Us. We Brits. We Cockneys. Paying for the abusers and the cheats and the parasites while we were reduced to second class citizens in our own city.

The bastards were bleeding the city dry. Like parasites. Insider graft and embezzlement at the Guldhall while Muzzle migrants sucked the teats of the welfare state dry. The EU bill climbed from 55 million a day to 55 billion a day. Where did the damn money go? What did we get in exchange? Millions of migrants. Every month more and more and more migrants as our quota the Brussels Junta said. Our quota per the EU. Our quota per the UN Agenda 21. Our quota of migrants. The West ordered to carry the entire indigent Third World of the entire Southern 'emisphere on our backs like donkeys. All of them deadbeats. Grafters. Leeches. Wallowing on the dole. As we got the shaft. Even as we were attacked and robbed and raped. By migrants with immunity. Not even allowed to protect ourselves from them. Arrested if we fought back. Arrested if we protested. Arrested if we turned vigilante. Then the Kippers were all thrown in jail. It became a crime to be a Kipper. To wave the flag of Saint George. Even to wear a Generation Identity pin.

Then the Union Jack was ordered down. The Queen fled after the Prime Minster rigged election farce. After Dhimmi Dave betrayed us. And pork and dogs were declared outlawed. As hate speech. Fuck! Sure we threw pig heads at the bastards. Why not? We were disenfranchised in our own city. We were disinherited in our own city. Why not? Sure. And everyone who could train an attack dog did on account that we were being attacked. And it was illegal for us to 'ave weapons. Even mace. Even pepper stray. We could not defend ourselves. And the damn Muzzies were attacking us nonstop. And Dhimmitude took every legal right 'ad away from us. Our historic rights. Our ancient rights given to us by King Edward and King Alfred and King Arthur and the Romans and King Brutus. Stripped away from us. Only the right to be screwed down to the bone. Extortion on demand. Until we bled. We the Children of Albion became beggars and outcasts in our own city.

And that bastard of a traitor said we could not close the borders or the city as London became a gigantic version of the Calais Jungle. As every Islamic failed state vomited out its 'uman riffraff and criminals and bums and leeches and parasites to flood into London. Muslim Mad Max Mayhem. That bastard, our Muslim Lord Mayor, starved the city government dry to siphon off all funds and divert all monies toward one thing alone. Migrants. While pocketing the graft and the payola. Selling off our historic treasures. While pocketing the graft. The tourists fleeing. Investors fleeing. Everyone fleeing who could flee. Including the motherfucker Luvvies. Leaving us Cockneys to fight back alone. So step by step everything broke down as millions of migrants overran the city. And that bastard destroyed my city. My poor city. London. A cesspool. And we Cockneys were disenfranchised. Then outlawed. In our own city. Driven underground. Reduced to Cockney Cockroaches. Forced to creep around in disguise in the shadows to elude the surveillance cameras.

Morlocks. That is what we became. Morlocks. Taxed into 'omelessness and poverty by the Jizya and the other Dhimi taxes. Forced to wear the badge of shame. 'D'. Driven underground. Grounded down. Worked to death as we were forced to support the goddamn Eloi. The Best of Peoples. The Ummah. Who lorded over us. As they 'umiliated us. Reduced to Najis 'D's. By that bastard. Our late Lord Mayor. I don't know who I ;ate more? That bastard of a traitor our late Lord Mayor or the Luvvies and Insider Cronies who swung the election to put that traitor into power." The man pig hugged his gun to his chest. "The Chimes toll at Midnight. Even if that Paki bastard ordered every 'istoric church bell of London melted down as bullets for jihad. Tonight a miracle will 'appen. The Chimes will toll at Midnight!"

*** ***

The fireman marched toward the fiery setting sun as it cast great shadows across the devastated city. "I remembered when I spelunkered right into the Guildhall" the fireman mused. "My ultimate spelunkering. Oh what a tale I could tell my imaginary biographer of the haram book of my haram life! A genuine Freemason conspiracy! A lost temple to Minerva! A trio of amazing Guildhall rebels! Goldsmith! Fawkes Hyde! Knoll Sterling! And Old Jasper! To rescue the tiny giants Gog and Magog! And to hold a treason trial of that traitor of a Pak Mayor! It was right after the twin elections which represented the apex of politically correct multi-cultural Regressive Left self-annihilation: the election of London's first Muslim mayor and then the election of Great Britain's first elected Prime Minister. Loki Insider Traitors anyone? Oh what a giddy triumph of delusional self correctness as the Anarchists said as they highjacked TV news of the election as the Regressive Left applauded itself for committing collective suicide.

The Luvvies led the cheers as Great Britain, right after turning down Brexit, collectively hurled itself right off the cliff as if lemmings. The democratically elected Muslim mayor of London and Muslim Prime Minister rewarded the multi-cultural, politically oh- so- correct, useful idiots and the delusional Luvvies along with the 'Snowflake' teenagers by legalizing Sharia for all Muslims instead of the Magna Carta and Common Law. The nation within a nation as that arsehole Trevor Phillips admitted became a nation taking over a nation because the fine print actually said something frightening. Great Britain was now a Dar ul Islamic nation. Arseholes. The multi-cultural Regressive Leftists and Labor minions and giddy Luvvies and 'Snowflakes' and the religious Church of England eunuchs all applauded this glorious act of collective suicide as the ultimate proof that Great Britain had exorcized its racist colonial imperial past and was atoning for its collective historical sins. Hell! It was the ultimate proof of Stockholm Syndrome self suicide. Cultural suicide. National suicide.

Not one Luvvie or 'Snowflake' or delusional Leftist read the fine print the Quislings inserted. Because Sharia does not share. Sharia SUPERCEDES. Sharia REPLACES. Shaira SUPPLANTS. Sharia TAKES OVER. Sharia TRUMPS the Magna Carta and Common Law. All Western laws. All Kafir laws. If Sharia exists no other law is allowed to exist. Not officially. Privately maybe. Outside the loop of authority and not recognized by authority: Islamic authority manifested and empowered by Sharia. If Sharia exists then there cannot be a Magna Carta or Common Law or Parliament or human rights or corporate law or financial law or insurance or any other law not listed in Sharia.

And Sharia does not allow any other law or court or authority or government to officially exist. Sharia is the ultimate all encompassing and all controlling authority. Islamic authority. Knocking down the secular wall between mosque and state and Islam and state and displacing and invalidating and rendering illegal any other non Islamic law or authority. Sharia is Islam legally and morally and politically and governmentally IMPOSED ON THE ENTIRE NATION. It is all or nothing. And Sharia takes everything. It is the absolute authority. Divinely blessed absolute authority. If Sharia exists there is no such thing a Kafir citizenship or Kafir laws or Kafir government or Kafir human rights or Kafir morality or Kafir ideas or Kafir values or Kafir anything.

And Sharia defines citizenship no less than law and authority and morality and economics and government: Dar ul Islam. Nothing else. And Sharia is totalitarianism incarnate! The Divine Slavery micro managing every moment of every human being's life! Especially in order to grind down every Kafir! Especially obsessed with grinding down every Kafir! So Great Britain had just officially unleashed Sharia from the paper-mache cage which pretended to confine it. So sure. Jolly. Muslims were finally allowed by their religion to embrace patriotic citizenship because by legalizing Sharia in its entirety Great Britain officially became a Dar ul Islamic nation. Not a Dar ul Harb nation or Dar ul Kafir nation or Dar ul Western nation or Dar ul British nation. It became an Dar ul Islamic nation. Which meant Sharia and only Sharia ruled!

So Islam triumphed. And Muslims dominated. Period. Arseholes! What the hell did the Luvvies and 'Snowflakes' and Labor minions and Church of England eunuchs think the uncaging of Sharia meant? The moment Sharia was uncaged then Great Britain became Dar ul Islam Abode of Islam. Therefore ruled by Islam. Ruled by Sharia. Ruled by Muslims. Dominated. Subjugated. Conquered. And ruled. And by that grand gesture Great Britain collectively slashed its throat!

Therefore per Sharia every non Muslim was disenfranchised and stripped of all of their heretofore legal rights. Period. Including citizenship. Arseholes! Because Sharia is also the Protocols of Omar defining both Slavery and Dhimmitude as well as the imposing of Islamic Law and Islamic Morality and Islamic Authority and Islamic Economics and Islamic Government and Islamic Domination and Islamic Rule. Sharia being the incarnation of the Islamic manifest destiny and divine mission to conquer and rule the world. And especially to conquer and rule the bestial sub human unbelievers who being Najis filthy people of 'no morality' and 'no intelligence' as 'vile as the lowest beasts', depraved, moronic, mere 'cattle', cannot be allowed to run amok and rule themselves. For if there was something Sharia absolutely loathes more than Kufr it is freedom! Liberty! Escape form the tyranny of the Divine Slavery!

Sharia openly boasts it is divine. Therefore it cannot be domesticated or reformed or amended or modified or civilized or modernized or sieved through the mesh of Western Enlightenment. Sharia imposes medieval heresy and blasphemy laws. Sharia blesses autocratic, Commanding Heights theocracy. Islam is the state and the state is Islam. Therefore, the state is also Sharia because Sharia is the physical manifestation of the Koran imposed on the world. Sharia blesses dictatorship and outlaws democracy. Sharia not only blesses Mohammad's World which is Medieval Arabia, it imposes it on the world. A Dark Age devouring the modern world! Sharia bans as Najis filthy and Jahiliyyah polluted and BID'a forbidden anything not of Sharia and Mohammad's World which is Medieval Arabia. Which includes everything the West holds dear. Including outlawing free will. Freedom of conscience. And especially outlawing freedom of thought. Hell! Outlawing freedom entirely!

Sharia is the Divine Slavery. Therefore not only was British law and authority and government banned. British values and ideals were banned. British holidays and traditions were banned. The English language was banned. British freedoms were banned. Everything British or English or Welsh or Scottish or Irish was banned. Hell! Capitalism was banned. And the Church of England was banned. Declared an illegal sect of 'gross error'. All religions other than Islam were forbidden from being publicly practiced as illegal, warped, depraved, of 'gross error' as well Kufr and Shirk. Therefore Walaa wa al Baraa. What Allah hates. Therefore BID'a. Forbidden.

What the hell did that eunuch from Canterbury think would happen?" The fireman flinched as a terrible vision of a man burning alive seared its way into his brain. Then he flinched. "Well. The Elephant & Castle Fire Department burned him but he cursed us. Tit for tat. Eh? He got burned alive. We got his curse. 'May the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse ride your nightmares and lay waste your triumph. War. Famine. Pestilence. And Death. And may your damnable cult be swallowed up in a wastage of shame.'" The fireman looked around the devastation. "And the Four Horsemen have triumphed. And Islam is being swallowed up in a wastage of shame. But being as delusional as the useful idiots who allowed us into power we still claim that as long as Islam triumphs and Muslims dominate and rule then everything is swell as the Yankees used to say. Dar ul Islamic Anglestan is halal. Look around! Such triumph! Such halal! Who wants Great Britain if we dominate and rule Anglestan! Hurry for Anglestan! Dar ul Hell on Earth!"

*** ***

The homeless Baby Boomer cowered in the ruins of the burned out church. He remembered the day in the park when he walked with his wife. The last time she was alive. The last time his family was happy. The last time his daughter did not hate him. She was going to meet them at the band stand. The brass band was playing. The sun shone warm. The grass was green. The music was merry. He had never been so happy. Despite the migrant emergency which had become the national emergency he had never been so happy.

"It was a reaffirming that despite the national emergency we would still have our Sundays in the park. In Hyde Park. Music. Lawn chairs. Strolling hand in hand. And after the national emergency was over and the Near East was safe for the migrants to return home then everything would be as it used to be" the homeless man all but screamed. Terrified, he covered his mouth with both hands to muffle his pain. Then he cowered as he remembered the first time in his entire Baby Boomer spoiled and indulged life he experienced terror. Before terror was just something he saw on TV. Then that day terror greeted him personally. The sun was shining. Despite the recent turn of the weather toward something unexpectedly cold which the climate scientists could not explain the day was delightfully warm for once. Hyde Park was beautiful. The flowers and grass shone. They were walking hand in hand toward the band stand. His wife smiling on his arm. When suddenly a screaming fanatic forced his way into the band stand while waving something. Everyone screamed. There was something wrapped in a sinister black flag. An ISIS flag. And he was screaming and gesturing to throw it.

Everyone thought it was a bomb. The bearded fanatic was screaming. Then everyone was screaming. The brass band members were running away while screaming. People lounging on canvas chairs were stumbling to their feet to flee while screaming. Everyone was screaming. The sun still dancing on the grass but suddenly the scene a nightmare. The happy Sunday in the park turned into an exercise of terror. The Baby Boomer remembered how terrified he was. It was a repeat of Paris. Boston. Orlando. Brussels. And now he was going to die. Yet he remembered trying to shield his wife who was screaming. Everyone was screaming. He was screaming.

Then suddenly someone jumped the fanatic from behind. Using a fallen trumpet to wallop him. The fanatic fell dazed to his knees as the assailant tied him up with her belt. Then she tossed the thing he was holding. The black ISIS flag falling away to reveal it. It was a copy of the Koran. She tossed it away in disgust on the grass as police rushed to the scene. Then the wife of the Baby Boomer cried and ran up to embrace the heroine. Their daughter. And the scared citizens of London cheered her. His beautiful, proud, plucky, brave girl.

But instead of arresting the Somali Wahhabist the police arrest his daughter for Islamophobia. She attacked a Muslim and defiled the Koran. The BBC reported it as an assault on a Muslim by a bigoted Kipper. A hate attack in reprisal for the fifth Parisian bombing and the Third Brussels bombing and the tenth American bombing and the sixth Australian bombing and the second New Zealand bombing and the fourth Canadian bombing and the eighth British bombing. The bombings not caused by Islam despite every shout of ISIS and 'Allah u Akbar' by undisputed Muslims but rather some other form of terrorism other than Islam, caused not by Islam but rather by the West, and inspired not by the Koran but rather by Kafir racism and Kafir bigotry and Kafir Islamophobia which caused the bombings. The victims responsible for the bombs which killed them. The Muslims hurling the bombs actually the victims. And this was a perfect example of Kafir racism and bigotry and Islamophobia victimizing a poor defenseless Muslim.

His daughter's face was paraded on every newscast. The Muslim had simply been waiving his Koran while railing and raving that music was haram and the mixing of the sexes was haram. The black flag was a black prayer cloth with Islamic prayers in Arabic to protect the Koran. It was not an ISIS flag. Everyone had simply assumed it was. He did not have a bomb. Everyone had simply assumed he did. But now his precious daughter was all but crucified by the press as an Islamophobe along with everyone who screamed and ran and cowered and then cheered her assault on the poor Muslim migrant fresh off the boat. And manhandled by a Kipper.

The homeless, starving Baby Boomer remembered bailing out his daughter. The news reporters hounding them. Following them home. Trying to take pictures through the windows. 'Doxxing' them. Then obscene phone calls. Camera crews showing their way through the front door or else ambushing them. His Facebook vandalized. Trolled. Then per 'hate speech' protocols stripped. It was as if his very existence was negated when his proud Facebook page was taken down. All of his pretty family pictures and happy vacation pictures vanished into the digital ash can. He had to mortgage his home to meet bail for his daughter.

Tommy Robinson's latest organization offered to defend her but that just proved she was a Kipper. The Kippers were already all but a terrorist organization at that point. A lot of Kippers were being arrested and their children were being taken into protective custody for child abuse. Being Kipper was being called child abuse. Kids in school who innocently said their parents were Kippers were dragged out of school and grilled for hate speech even if they were only five or six years old. So the Kippers could not help. Nor did people like Douglas Murray who tried to turn the accusations back to the fanatic who disrupted the music to scream at people and curse them and bellow and rant about Allah and Jahiliyyah and Sharia Law. Officially his beautiful, plucky, brave girl was a racist bigoted Islamophobe. She had not just committed a micro aggression. She had committed a hate crime.

The four Ps, the Police, the Press, the Professors, and the Politicians, now crucified his daughter. She was electronically pillaged on Social Media and Public Media. The migrant did not understand the laws. He was ignorant of the laws. He was just following Somali laws. The Four Ps had been predicting an unwarranted hate attack on the poor Muslim community at large in the aftermath of the umpteenth terrorism attack which was absolutely NOT an Islamic terrorism attack despite the fact the umpteenth terrorism attack had been done by someone screaming 'Allah u Akbar' who turned out to be a Muslim migrant. Because Islam was a religion of peace. Muslims were victims. Victims. Victims of terrorism. Kipper terrorism. Colonialist terrorism. Racist terrorism. Victims of racists and bigots and Islamophobes. And a shameful hate crime had happened. Just as the Four Ps predicted.

And everyone was terrified of being accused of failing to be politically correct. Of being called a racist. A bigot. An Islamophobe. So now everyone at the scene insisted they knew the screaming man did not have a bomb. He was not a fanatic. Or a nutter. He was just ignorant being fresh from Somalia. And Black. And a minority. And therefore a victim. And only a racist would assume his awkward harangue was anything threatening. And she over reacted. Being racist. Being a bigot. His poor daughter was officially a racist bigoted Islamophobe.

The starving, homeless Baby Boomer who once was a very successful middle class Englishman cowered in the shadows of the burned out church as he remembered the horrible press conference as representatives of the Four Ps vilified his poor daughter. Everyone screaming at her as cameras cranked. Cell phones taking pictures. As imams and clerics and mullahs along with UN and EU human rights lawyers vituperated his daughter. Spokesmen for the Somali Community demanding her arrest and jailing. Such a dangerous racist did not deserve to be out on bail.

Then his daughter suddenly shouted "Everyone thought that fanatic had a bomb. Everyone did. Everyone was screaming. He was raving. Raving in some foreign language. Waving something in an ISIS flag. Are you fools saying we should have just passively sat there and let the nutter lob a possible bomb at us? I am tired of these bastards taking over our country. Making us strangers in our own land. Ignoring our laws. Shoving Sharia down our throats. Threatening us. Holding demonstrations to overthrow the Magna Carta and Common Law. Bellowing that Sharia will dominate and rule. That Islam will dominate and rule. That democracy is cancer and Islam is the answer. That Muslims will dominate and rule. Don't you see? We are sleep walking into slavery!" The next day his daughter's face was plastered on 'Wanted' Signs all over London. Put up by CAGE.

The starving Baby Boomer cowered in the growing shadows as he remembered how he begged his poor child to apologize to the Somali Wahhabist for over reacting. So he would not sue them. So the Somali community would not mob them. Sue them. Get them all arrested. Somali mobs are screaming outside their home. Demanding death for Islam. Death for defiling the Koran. Their Muslim migrant house guest was a Somali. He scared them with his volatility. His gracious gesture of helping migrants had landed him with a less than gracious migrant house guest who acted as if he was their master. Not their house guest. And now the Somali was staring at his daughter as if ready to kill her. And more and more and more Muslims were joining the mob. Howling for blood. And the police were nowhere to be seen. And now everyone was accusing his daughter of grabbing the Koran and deliberately spitting on it and throwing it into the grass as hate speech. She faced a five year jail term.

"I did not spit on it. I just threw it onto the grass" she cried.

"It does not matter what you did!" the Baby Boomer cried to his daughter later. "Everyone thinks you spat on the Koran and you know what that means. I don't have money to hire bodyguards 24/7 to protect you. Please! Please! I hocked the house just to make bail. I am facing a crippling law suit. The mosque demands a public apology. CAGE is organizing a gigantic march this Sunday to demand your arrest. The mob are throwing stones through every window. Your mother is so terrified she is back on heavy meds again!"

"I won't apologize to that nutter!" she screamed. "He is the villain. Not me. He had no right to disrupt everyone's happy afternoon in the park. To demand that all music be 'buried' and all musicians be beheaded. Music is not Jahiliyyah. A day in the park is not haram. And no fucking Mo can order the British people to segregate. Ordering us females to cower in homes. Unable to even go outside. Or walk in the park. Enjoy the sun on our faces. Our hair free to blow in the wind. He is a fanatic. Daddy. He is a fanatic. They all are. Screaming outside. Threatening us. And the police do nothing. And we live in terror. When did our country get handed over to them Daddy? When did Great Britain get occupied? When did we become disenfranchised in our own country? When was Dhimmitude passed? When did we cease to be British citizens? A terrorized minority in our own country?"

But the Four Ps were all but tarring and feathering his daughter. The police sitting on their hands as professors filled the airways with their expert opinions of the raise of disgustingly loathsome xenophobic British racism and bigotry and Islamophobia. The chattering classes railing on the need for Anti-Hate speech laws to be further criminalized and social media to be further cleansed of all deviant and depraved alternative viewpoints and opinions other than their own morally superior ones in order to not give oxygen to fascist depravity. The politicians castrating her on talk shows as the quintessential young Identitarian Nazi. The vile opposite of the morally pure 'Snowflakes' who were helping the Somalis to hurl rocks and garbage through the windows night and day to protest British Nazism. The BBC lambasting the degeneracy of the disgruntled and alienated 'Little Englanders' clinging to their obsolete past as the children of Boudica and King Arthur and the Angle Saxons and the Magna Carta and the Round Heads and the Glorious Revolution and Queen Victoria and Churchill and Thatcher. Evil clearly! Who but for fortune might have taken Britain out of the protective embrace of the Commanding Heights EU junta safely isolated from such contagious depravity in far away Brussels.

Meanwhile the poster child for indigenous evil was crucified by the Luvvies and Metros and Snowflakes. The Four Ps haranguing her on TV and social media and every newspaper except the Daily Express which was then burned down by morally indignant 'Snowflakes' to silence a racist, bigoted, xenophobic and Islamophobic mouthpiece. All as night and day rocks and feces were hurled through the terrified family's now shattered windows. Then a Molotov cocktail was hurled through one window during a black bloc attack by a howling mob dressed all in black. All but burning down the living room. Then his car was vandalized. Keyed. Then burned. The morally superior Snowflakes protesting her vile and loathsome xenophobic micro aggression by incinerating his car to protest Fascism and Nazism as the TV cameras rolled. Everyone cheering. And his boss was threatening him. He was only two years away from retirement. And he was about to be fired. So the aging baby boomer apologized for his atypical Snowflake daughter and begged for mercy. But he did not get it.

As cameras rolled his daughter protested. "At the time everyone thought the nutter was waving a bomb. He was screaming in Arabic. He was waving something. Something was wrapped in black cloth. It looked like an ISIS flag! It was white Arabic on a black flag. Everyone thought it was an ISIS flag! Everyone thought it was a bomb. And anyway! The nutter had no right to disrupt a music concert in the park. To order us to ban music. And ban Sundays in the park. And ban sexes mixing and holding hands. And ban anyone who refuses to dress in bee suits. I am not uncovered meat. I am not a whore or slut for refusing to veil. And I am not a racist or bigot for refusing to be terrorized. And I refuse to apologize! He should apologize to me! The police have failed to do their jobs. And the UN and EU human right lawyers only crucify law abiding citizens while protecting Muslim criminals and rapists and terrorists. You know they do. And CAGE is a terrorist organization which protects ISIS supporters. The bastard who runs CAGE even said Jihadi John was a beautiful man. A beautiful soul. What sort of beautiful soul beheads non Muslims as the ISIS front man? What is wrong with you brainwashed people? I am not the villain here! You are all sleep walking into slavery!"

"Kipper! Kipper!" A representative of CAGE screamed. "Racist! Bigot! Islamophobe! Kipper! Arrest her!"

Then next day the girl was thrown out of school after rumors of a knifing. The rumors were garbled. The dead migrant actually was found elsewhere. Sure. Sure. He claimed to be under aged but the autopsy proved he was in his twenties and had syphilis. Sure. Sure. He should not have been at the school. Sure. Sure. And no one actually saw her doing anything. Sure. Sure. And no one actually saw her anywhere near where his mangled corpse was found hanging from a street lamp. Sure. Sure. She probably did not do the knifing. Sure. Sure. But another 'child' migrant had been found at the school cafeteria very, very dead as well. Killed in a very graphic way no less. Sure. Sure. She was not seen killing him but she was there in the school when he died. And she was searched and she had pepper spray. That was illegal. So she was charged with having an illegal substance. But she refused to say who did the knifing other than to say she was about to be raped by the Muslim migrant who followed her into the girl's toilets. But now everyone accused her of ambushing the migrant who simply failed to understand social norms antiquated social niceties.

The poor migrant did not know that a man was not suppose to go into a girl's bathroom to ask a young teenager out on a date. Yes! Yes! He assumed all Western girls were easy meat because of how they dressed. Immodest sluts. Tarts. Whores. Yes! Yes! He was lying about his age and had syphilis and he should not have been allowed into the school with under age adolescents. Vulnerable young teenagers. Sure. Sure. And he had been crudely trying to flirt with her while apparently stalking her into the girl's bathroom. Perhaps he exposed himself. His trousers were found to be unzipped. Apparently he flaunted his muscularity by exposing himself while boasting how gigantic his genitalia was. Sure. Sure. But he did not deserve to be horribly killed. Yes! Yes! He boasted of his sexual prowess but that did not justify his death. Yes he tried to order the entire school to sexually segregate and obey Sharia. Sure. Sure. But he did not deserve to die the way he did.

Yes he was a bully and he beat up younger kids. White kids. Hindu kids. Jewish kids. Gays. Yes! Yes! He threatened to throw one Gay off the roof. Yes! Yes! He disrupted classes and refused to speak Jahiliyyah English. Yes he attacked female teachers and drove one teacher to suicide. Yes! He even attacked male teachers. Yes he burned down part of the school's library. Yes he brandished a knife routinely and boasted of his drug gang ties. And yes everyone was terrified of him. But that was because they were all racists. He clearly had PTSD and was traumatized. He was the victim. Coming from an Islamic country his Islamic dignity as the Best of Peoples was challenged. Coming from a shame culture his sense of male honor was challenged. And whatever he did none of that justified his death. And apparently he died very badly. Rumors were flying. The school so terrified it refused to give out the details. But now his daughter was thrown out of school.

The next day Baby Boomer spent the whole morning desperately trying find a lawyer to represent his daughter. Only the Kippers offered to help but he dared not accept their help. Some of her school girl friends were trying to organize a counter protest but he begged them to not try. That was just digging the hole bigger. Then the Baby Boomer remembered the terrible day when he arrived home to discover an ambulance. Police. And news cameras. His daughter had been raped and burned by the Somali migrant the Labor Party assigned to him as his official house guest. Then his wife plunged a kitchen knife through the man's heart. Now the police were dragging his screaming wife away to a mental hospital while his raped and burned daughter was being wheeled away to another hospital. Cameras ruthlessly immortalizing her horribly burned face and bloody clothes as reporters cold bloodily yanked away the blanket so cameras could snap her degradation.

The Baby Boomer sat dazed in the shadows, a hunted man in a burned out church. He remembered the hospital. His daughter's burned face. Her violated body. The doctors assuring him at least the dead man did not have syphilis which so many migrants had. Only gonorrhea. And perhaps if she was lucky his daughter might not become sterile. Maybe they would be able to save her mangled body. There might be some plastic surgery possible for her face. And it was just an accident that a Muslim nurse was found in her room with a syringe loaded with insulin.

"But my child does not have diabetes."

"Yes. Well. Insulin in a healthy person can be lethal. It was a nearly lethal mistake to make. And on top of another Muslin nurse found to be tending her without sterilizing properly. On account that sterilizers have alcohol. She could have been disastrously infected by flesh eating germs ...."

Then he remembered rushing to the mental hospital to discover his wife hanging in her cell from a noose she crafted from trash bags. His heretofore golden life crumbling into a nightmare. NHS said they could not pay either bill because his wife was a murderess and his daughter was a Kipper. No plastic surgeon would fix her burns for free if she was a Kipper. The publicity would ruin their career. The Somali community lunged for blood. The Somali who enjoyed a one million pound London charity council townhouse courtesy of Labor led the charge. And despite being a Labor member all of his life the Baby Boomer found himself abandoned by the Labor Party which now nakedly only represented Muslims.

His home was reprocessed to pay for the lawsuits. He rushed home to try to salvage his possessions, driven home by a white van bloke who offered to help him move for free. Or at least store his possessions for free. No rental would rent to him. But he found a mob of Somalis cruelly throwing his few personal possessions into the garbage as they cursed him. Stomping on them. Throwing his paltry treasures into the gutter. Screaming Najis and 'Racist' and 'Bigot'. As they trashed his few personal possessions. His furniture was confiscated of course. He was now homeless. With only his clothes on his back.

"Please! Please! At least let me save the Afghanistan War Medals of my dead son!"

"Oh. A member of the Ummah already gathered up the Najis filthy box of medals of your son the War Murderer and took them away to burn. You son is a War Criminal. And your daughter is a Kipper who desecrated a holy Koran. And your wife is a murderer and a suicide. And she will burn in hell. They all will. And so will you. Burn in hell! Burn in hell! Burn in hell!"

"And we are going to hunt down that whore and burn her alive for desecrating a Holy Koran. She is dead meat. She can't hide in that hospital forever. We are going to hunt her down and burn her alive!"

"Allah u Akbar! Allah u Akbar!"

The Baby Boomer moved into a flop house but the Somali community still ruthlessly hounded him like a dog. The burial of the Somali rapist was given a gigantic pomp and circumstances Islamic funeral paid for by Labor. But his poor wife's cheap funeral had to be kept a secret. And it took what little money he had left. Top Labor Party bigwigs spoke for the martyr. The Somali. Meanwhile, he was fired. Then the Four Ps hounded him after he was fired. His wife's grave was found and violated. Desecrated. More 'Wanted' posters of his child went up. Muslims now announced when they hunted her down she would burn alive for what she did. And the Four Ps did nothing whatsoever. In fact the Police said they could not guarantee her life. "Tell her to plead guilty so a prison cell can protect her" the Police suggested. "Iran TV has already raised a million pound fund to pay any Muslim for executing her. A bounty is on her head."

Kippers, Sports Hooligans, and members of the Identitarian Movement helped his mangled and bandaged daughter to escape the hospital by distracting the guards. As a burly Sports Hooligan carrying her tiny, limp body out in his beefy arms. She fled into hiding. An outlaw. Then he was arrested. For the first time in his entire life the Baby Boomer found himself in a jail cell with every sort of horrible criminal. He cowered terrified in a corner as a frightening mob of grim, glaring men stared at him. Then one terrible criminal said "I know you!"

The Baby Boomer cowered in terror like a rat trapped in a cell. "No! Please! Please! Please don't kill me!"

Then one scarred murderer came up and stared at him. "I am here for murdering the Paki who raped my daughter. Join the club mate. You are now a honorary member of 'Useful Idiots Anonymous.'"

"I am here for trying to stop Muslims from trashing my butcher shop for selling pork!" another man said.

"I am here for publishing a satire on the Regressive cowards who are too afraid to republish the Mohammad cartoons for fear of their lives. Yet they call us racists and bigots and Nazis simply for reaffirming our right to satirize or criticize Islam. Islam is not a race. It is a religion and ideology and heretofore any religion and ideology used to be allowed to be satirized or criticized. Analyzed. Critiqued. Disputed. Now anyone who dares to evoke his UN and EU human right to critique or satirize is arrested. Suddenly Great Britain must obey medieval Islamic heresy and blasphemy laws or else die. When did Islam become the one religion and ideology immune to criticism? When did Islam become the most perfectly perfect religion and ideology on the face of the planet? So perfectly perfect it cannot be critiqued? What the hell happened to our human rights of free speech and freedom of the press and freedom of assembly? I was arrested after my Facebook page and Twitter account were taken down for hate speech for daring to ridicule the cowards who have caved in to Islamic bullies and fanatics. I am under arrest for hate speech just because I wrote a blog protesting the treatment your daughter was enduring."

"Or religious freedom?" another bloody, badly beaten man said as he loomed over the terrified Baby Boomer. "I am in a jail cell for converting to Christianity!" the ex-Muslim said. "The mob who did this to me are free. Why can Muslims threaten to kill anyone? And that is ok? And they walk free. Mob rule. By Muslims. But I am here. In jail. Beaten. My family fleeing for their lives."

"Muslim rappers are openly posting twits how they are going to 'train' ie gang rape the daughters of Kippers!" another man said. "Why isn't that hate speech? Why isn't threatening people with gang rape incitement for violence? I protested and I am under arrest. Muslims post hit lists of Kippers' and their children. Pictures and addresses and everything. Doxxing. 'Wanted Posters'. Why isn't that incitement of hate? Death threats?"

"UN and EU human rights only protests Muslims!" another man growled. "A Muslim molester seduced my eleven year old child. Groomed her. Prostituted her. And threw lighter fluid on her and threatened to burn her. He has ten bastards protecting him. The whole Paki community is protecting him. They call my poor child a whore. A Christian whore. 'Meat' for any Paki for just wipe his sins off on. A sexual lollipop fallen in the dirt for any Paki to lick. A pack of UN and EU lawyers are protecting him. I tried to rescue her from his evil clutches and I was the one arrested. She committed suicide. The Paki is walking free. And I am here in jail."

"I was arrested for just being a Kipper!" another man said. "When is being a member of a legal party suddenly illegal? Why is anyone who opposes uncontrollable open border migration suddenly a criminal? Why is anyone who opposes the Islamism of their country suddenly a criminal? Why is someone who advocates open borders and millions, even billions of Muslims and Africans marching into his country and every Western country a patriot? Why is anyone who fears people who refuses to integrate or assimilate and indeed openly rejects and indeed openly hates what his country represents and values suddenly a criminal? Why is anyone who blesses multi-cultural non integration and non assimilation a patriot?

Why is someone who sees creeping Sharia and the undermining of the Magna Carta and Common Law a criminal? Why is someone who actively encourages unleashing Sharia to displace and replace the Magna Carta and Common Law a patriot? Why is someone who loves his country and wants to preserve it called a criminal? Why is someone who hates their country and everything it represents who wants to destroy it called a patriot? Why is someone who wants to exterminate every lawful, indigenous citizen with the Great Displacement to facilitate the Great Replacement a patriot? Why is embracing genocide suddenly morally virtuous if the people being displaced and replaced are indigenous White Britishers?

Why do illegal migrants suddenly count more than the legal citizens? Why does Great Britain and indeed all of Europe, suddenly belong only to Muslim migrants and not to the lawful indigenous citizenry? Who put illegal aliens to the front of every queue? Who put us, the lawful citizens, to the back of every queue? Who put deadbeats from every Muslim failed state on the dole while cursing the people who work hard to pay the taxes to support the deadbeats? Us. When did we become disinherited? Why is fearing 'Visions Of 2050' criminal? And why is a nation's leader who reads 'Visions Of 2050' a patriot? 'Visions Of 2050' envisions Europe totally cleansed of all biological indigenous Europeans and everything they believe in and value. Everything that defines Europe and the West totally exterminated. Sterilized. Eradicated. Obliterated. Displaced and replaced. By Islam. Why is that not the highest treason of all?"

"I was attacked so often for being Gay I armed myself!" a Chinese student said. "After I used my gun on a mob of Mos attacking a Gay nightclub I was arrested. I was arrested. I stopped another Orlando and I was the one arrested."

"The Regressive Left is throwing us Gays under the wheels of the bus!" a drag queen added. "Fuck Mo! Fuck Islam! Well! Not personally! I personally would not touch one syphilis rotten Mo! You get the meaning of my profanity. I am so fucking tired of useful idiots in the LGBT community appeasing and appeasing and appeasing. What delusional planet are they on? Protesting with fucking banners saying 'Solidarity with the LGBT and Muslim Community'. Morons! Over ten Muslim countries kill Lesbians and Gays and Bisexuals and Transgenders. The rest imprison them. And in every Mo country a mob can assault and kill a Gay and be cheered. The majority of Mos in this country want to jail Lesbians and Gays and Bisexuals and Transgenders. We are attacked. We are threatened. We are harassed. What delusional planet are the useful idiots on? It is open season on us. And you Jews over there. Sharing mutual bloody faces. It is open season on all of us!"

"We are the wrong minorities and the wrong victims!" another Black Gay said.

"Well at least we know it" a bloody Jew said. "The feminists are pretending it is not open season on them. Sexual harassment and molestation and taharrush mob raping and 'train' gang raping are all the new form of cultural enrichment. It is so politically correct to be raped by a Mo now. At least if you are a Fez."

"I am a member of a Freemason lodge!" an Anglo Indian said. "Now Freemasonry is being called a terrorist organization. All because we are campaigning against Islamism for tearing down the wall between religion and state. When is secularism a crime? When is any theocracy, especially Islamic theocracy, a virtue? When have the ideals of the Enlightenment become politically incorrect? When have the values of Voltaire and Franklin become criminal? When were we stripped of our human rights? Demoted before illegal aliens who display not one iota of a work ethic or a sense of self control or self responsibility. Without a moral compass or square or leveler. A man is judged by what he does. For the All Seeing Eye sees all. Every action is a brick in the Temple of Solomon. The Temple being his life. And every shockingly depraved action by these migrants proclaim to one and all that their Temple is not of Solomon but rather of Babel."

"It is open season!" another Cockney Freemason growled. "And we have been stripped of our human rights. And soon we will be stripped of our rights as citizens. Disenfranchised."

"It is not even a Zoroastrian Temple and I am a Zoroastrian!" another man of Iran said. "Where Islam takes root there is no religious freedom. There is no freedom. Islam is a choking weed. Any religion that defines 'peace' as submission is by definition a 'Divine Slavery'. And a fiendish cult of death."

"By their actions you know them!" a Copt said. "In the Islamic Levant every Jew and Christian are being exterminated the way damn near every Zoroastrian was exterminated. By their actions you know them."

"I am a Jew!" a student said. "I was arrested for tearing a Hamas flag away from a Regressive Leftie Labor Party bitch at Oxford who was shouting through a loudspeaker 'Jews to the gas.' It is no longer safe to be Jewish even at Oxford."

"And the London School of Economics is the epicenter of Islamic radicalization now" a Hindu said. "I was arrested for calling a Warq an economic piece of shit. It is an economic piece if shit! 'The Long Divergence' proves that Sharia causes economic poverty. India is the test tube. Both modern Western Economics and Sharia plays out there. And guess who are the poorest bastards in India? Mos. Fuck Sharia. I came here to get away from that Holy Cow Shit. And I was ordered to teach Sharia as a viable economic theory which is better than Capitalism. Which is bullshit. After being ordered to teach Marxism and EU Socialism which is nothing but Commanding Heights Fascistic Socialism warmed over and plastered with a bogus politically correct rainbow sticker I went...."

"Postal?" a bloody mail man purred.

"Yeah. I went postal."

"It is no longer safe to Jewish in London now!" another badly beaten man added. "I was arrested for fighting off a Sharia Police Patrol who was spraying red paint on my synagogue."

"I was arrested for beating up a damn bastard spraying Nazi symbols on gravestones of Jews" another man said. "I am not Jewish but now the Regressive Left are in bed with Islamofascists who are the worse antisemitic thugs around. The Regressive Left hurl names like Nazi and Fascist at us but they are the real Nazis and Fascists. They love Hamas and the Muslim Brotherhood. They love CAGE. They fawn over every fanatic. They all but open their legs to every Islamic fanatic. And kiss the arses of fundamentalists. Groveling and kowtowing to nutters who openly boast they are going to take over our country. They jump into bed with every fanatic who openly boasts that they want every Jew gassed. They cheer as their best pals bellow that the only thing Hitler did wrong was not finish the job. They want Israel wiped off the face of the earth. By Islamic nukes. They cheer when missiles are shot into Jewish cities. They cheer when Jews are knifed to death. They cheer when Jewish children are killed by Islamic terrorists. They love the charter of Hamas advocating the total genocide of the Jews. They cheer. And then they call anyone who opposes them Nazis and Fascists. What do you call someone who has embraced everything Adolph Hitler believed in while renouncing everything the West used to stand for?"

"A Regressive Left Nut Job!" A Sikh said as he came forward. He gestured a straight line with his fingers. "The ultra left and ultra right are the extremes. Like my thumbs. But if you turn the straight line into a circle then the extremes of the ultra right and ultra left are side by side. Thumbs touching. Thumbs even overlapping. A Regressive Left Nut Job is an ultra ultra ultra extremist who just jumps into bed with his new best friend the ultra ultra ultra right." Then his two thumbs completely overlapped. "Most normal people slowly mellow and become slowly more conservative as they age. Safer. More careful. Conserving and preserving. Using common sense. Becoming more careful. They move toward the middle or else the middle right of the bell curve. 'First do no harm.'

But Ultra Regressive Left Nut Jobs jump straight into the Ultra Right of Nazism and Fascism. But they still call themselves Leftist even as they abandon every ideal the Left used to represent. They still see themselves as Progressive even as they jettison everything the Progressive Movement used to believe in. They jump into bed with everything that is ultra ultra ultra Right. Bang. Ultra Regressive. Bang. Ultra totalitarian. Bang. Instant Nut Job. Bang. Like something out of 1984. Black is white. White is black. Good is bad. Bad is good. War is peace. Peace is war. All animals are created equal but some animals are more equal than others. Or in this case the religion of the peace of submission to the Divine Slavery. Peace is submission. Submission is peace.

Islam is suddenly the incarnation of everything the Regressive Left loves despite the fact every single Islamic country without exception is a historical failed state practically from day one. Where there is no freedom or liberty or equality or emancipation. Where there is no due process of law minus the threat of mob executions. Were the most shocking misogyny exists. Bigotry. Violence. Intolerance. And also historically poor. Desperately poor. But rejecting birth control. While blessing both gross over breeding and gross inbreeding. And absolutely totalitarian. Failing by every statistic amassed by the UN. Every statistic of failure. Without one redeeming value. Everything the West is suppose to loath. But the Regressive Left LOVES ISLAM. But the West which invented Freedom and Liberty and outlawed Slavery and launched the Suffragette Movement and created Democracy and Meritocracy and also Tolerance and Human Rights and also created the most productive, inventive, ingenious, and prosperous Advanced World in the history of Mankind is suddenly the incarnation of everything that must be hated. Success is failure. Failure is success.

Antisemitism is suddenly perfectly politically correct. Advocating genocide is suddenly perfectly correct if the people to be exterminated are the new 'enemy'. Which ironically is yet again the Jews. The Freemasons. And the White Europeans. Even minorities who are the wrong minorities. Like us Sikhs." The Sikh came forward. "My temple was attacked by Muslims. Muslims hate us Sikhs you know. Muslims have been trying to exterminate us for centuries. No less than the Jews. But I was arrested for being a 'racist' and 'bigot'. Not the Muslims who were attacking my temple. If that isn't the very definition of a Regressive Nut Job then what is? Is any Regressive Left Nut Job protesting the genocide of every Jew and Christian in the Near East? No! But boy does the Regressive Left love Hamas. Hamas is the cat's meow. Catnip to them. That and Cultural Marxist Communism. They can't get enough of Hamas or Cultural Marxist Communism.

They are about to vote a goddamn Paki as Mayor of London. Saying anyone who refuses to vote for the Paki is an automatic racist and bigot. Pakis hate us. Pakis hate everyone. Pakis hacked off a slab of Secular India just because they hated the idea of associating with non Muslims. They ethnically cleansed millions to create the 'Pak' pure 'Stan' land of Islam. Over fifty years they have exterminated almost every non Muslim. Every Christian and Hindu and Sikh. To achieve their dubious 'purity' from Najis Filth. Us. So when I say Pakis hate us Sikhs I am speaking absolutely accurately. Pakis hate every non Muslim. By their fruits they have proved it. Yet the Regressive Left Nut Jobs love the Pakis. And refused to denounce the ethnic cleansing which is fast turning into genocide.

Does the Regressive Left protest that in Pakistan every single day a Christian or Hindu or Sikh girl is dragged off the streets and raped and then either killed, held hostage for extortion, or else converted by force to become Devshirme? Hell no! Does any Regressive Left Nut Job protest the rapes of Hindus and Sikhs and Buddhists and Christians in Bangladesh and also just beyond its borders? Hell no! Does any Regressive Left Nut Job protest 'Not in our name' in Malmo which is the rape capital of Europe? Rape by Muslims? Hell no! Does the Regressive Left protest the Rotherdam rapes? Hell no! They so love their Muslim rapists they let them get off scot free. Who is the victim? The goddamn rapists. Who is blamed by the Regressive Left Nut Jobs in Sweden? Or here? The Swedish girls who are being raped to pieces. And British are being raped to pieces. And everywhere every European girl is being raped to pieces! Did any Regressive Left Nut Job protest when a Muslim raped two French girls and then justified his rapes at his trial on the fact they were White and French. Hell no! Did any Regressive Left Nut Job come to the aid of the 1400 girls raped in Rotherham and sixty other cities? Hell no! They covered them up. Including rapes of Hindu and Sikh girls. We are the wrong minorities. And when we demanded that the Pakistani targeting of our girls be declared racist what was the response by the Regressive Left. We Sikhs were racists. We Sikhs were the racists!

The burka is suddenly the symbol of female free choice. The hijab is suddenly the oh so chic fashion symbol of so-called feminists. Islamic misogyny is suddenly the ultimate Regressive Feminine ideal of The Suffragette Movement. While we Sikhs call all females 'Princesses' Islam calls all females 'Najis Filth' and deficient in their brains. Ward/property. The personification of Awrah. Muslims call all non Muslim females literally whores and sluts and dogs. Meat. Come and get it. And the Regressive Left Feminists love it. The hijab which is the Sharia manifestation of Koran 33:59 injunction: if you do not wish to be raped or molested or assaulted you MUST VEIL has become a symbol of Western female liberation. Regressive Left Nut Jobs can't wait to parade around in it. They celebrate hijab day. Celebrating the day when Sharia will order them to veil or else be raped. Hurray for female emancipation Regressive style.

Cologne on New Year's Eve is becoming Taharrush every single night. And the Regressive Left love it. After all. Did the Regressive Left female Mayor of Cologne arrest one damn rapist. Hell no! Who was blamed? The girls. Why? They did not understand and submit to Islamic morality. That is why. They should have understood Islamic morality and covered up. Despite being covered up by winter clothes. And they should have kept their distance as they were raped and molested. And they should have been escorted by male family protectors despite the fact their boy friends were being stomped on. And not be out at night. Give up their jobs. Give up their freedom. Stay home in their hijab and they will be safe. 'Uncovered meat. That is the problem.' Slavery is liberation. Liberation is wearing symbols of rape and subjugation.

Censorship is suddenly protecting free speech. Free speech is suddenly micro aggression. Telling the truth is suddenly a hate crime. Reporting facts is suddenly hate speech. Bullying persecution and public shaming is suddenly being politically correct. Freedom is suddenly politically incorrect. Group Think replaces rational discourse and debate. The collective identity suddenly trumps individuality. Totalitarianism wearing a paper mask of touchy feely Regressive Left now projects its own Nazi Fascism on their enemies who are actually in the middle of the bell curve of common sense sanity while desperately trying to not drink Jim Jones' Cult Cool-Aid.

'First do no harm' becomes high treason. Extreme insanity is now sanity. And anyone who opposes their fanaticism which has morphed into Nazism and Fascism are called Nazis and Fascists. Called silly names by Regressive Nut Jobs who are now thugs who are crushing democracy and gagging the voice of the people while imposing repressive censorship and justifying dictatorship in the guise of saving people by destroying the country. The rule of law is replaced by the 'End justifies any means.' And the Nut Jobs arrogantly assume they and only they know what is right and they and only they have the right to rule. By any means necessary. Ignoring the will of the people. While riding roughshod over the people. While endangering the safety and welfare of the people. And if need be they will crush the will of the people. All for 'Visions Of 2050' which mandates the extermination of the people. The Regressive Left Nut Jobs embrace the Great Replacement. Their own Great Erasure. They embrace their own suicide and they are forcing everyone to commit suicide with them. Drink the Cool Aid! Kill yourself!

And these Nut Jobs called anyone who oppose them Nazis and Fascists when they have actually become Neo Nazis and Neo Fascists. Even a Neocom is in the middle of the bell curve compared to the ultra fanatics who have morphed together into the new enemy. The Regressive Left. And they project on their enemies, us, what they really are behind that paper mask. They are the Nazis. They are the Fascists. They are the Antisemitics. They are the totalitarian Nut Jobs embracing dictatorship and refusing to listen to the public will of the common people. That is why the Regressive Left loves Islam and hates us."

"Yeah!" a Hindu said as he came forward. "I was arrested for 'racism' and 'bigotry' for protesting Muslim rapists and molesters who were targeting our daughters. Why am I a racist? Why is a damn Paki who is deliberately targeting all non Muslim girls called a victim?"

"And the damn bastards protect their own!" another Hindu shouted as he came forward. "The damn Mos always protect their own. Where is the Twitter protesting 'Not in our name.' when Hindu and Sikh girls are raped by Muslims? Where has one damn Mo twitted one line of solidarity when Muslims molest and rape non Muslim girls?"

"My girl friend was assaulted by a migrant but I was the one arrested!" a Hong Kong Anglo Chinese youth said. "Matching shiners and a broken nose trying to protect my girl friend but I am arrested. And so is my girl friend. Using illegal pepper spray to fight off her attacker. But is he in jail? Hell no! And the worst part is that migrant has a rap sheet a yard long. Every crime imaginable. And human rights lawyers get him off each time. And he can't be deported. But I will be deported."

"Yeah. I am here for just being a Kipper and trying to protest the takeover of our country" a blue collar worker said. "Why can CAGE and other Islamic terror organizations openly demonstrate the takeover of our nation and it is we Brits who are arrested? Why can Wahhabists hand out hate literature calling us 'Najis Filth' and 'pigs' and 'dogs' and 'people of no morality' and 'people of no intelligence' who are going to 'burn in hell' but we can't even protest. Why can Mos sneer us and say 'Who says this is your country? This is our country now.'? Why can Muslim migrants fresh off the boats who have illegally invaded our country wave ISIS flags with total impunity but when a Brit waves the flag of Saint George he is arrested for hate speech?

My family was ordered out of a Labor council house so a goddamn migrant deadbeat with his four wives and baker's dozen children can move right in. Free. Free. What that my taxes and dues pays for. Free. But what about me? I have paid my dues and my taxes since staring work at the age of seventeen and some foreign bastard who is a total illegal alien can waltz right in to the council house what that my family has lived in for nearly thirty years and we are kicked out. He gets it free. Not paying a penny. Free. On the dole. And my poor old Da and Ma are homeless. And I am living rough. But our taxes are paying for that bastard who is living in lavender while we are homeless."

"Yeah!" another Cockney said. "Why is it ok for Muslims to demonstrate 'Democracy is Cancer. Islam is the answer.' and we are arrested to protesting? Join the club mate. This here cell 'olds British patriots."

"I am so scared!" the Baby Boomer wept. "What is happening?"

"It is conquest mate!" the blue collar Cockney told him. "We are being conquered."

But then suddenly the Four Ps dropping their vendetta when some arsonist burned down a Somali mosque. That brought the fire department. That in turn revealed that the fire was not arson as the Four Ps reported but rather an embarrassing expose. While putting out the fire the firemen found a cache of guns and bombs. Including arson bombs. Petrol bombs. A Bomb laboratory. Kerosene. Timers. You name it. Apparently while building arson bombs the Somali terrorists had accidentally set fire to their own mosque. Then a half million pound council house given to a Somali partly blew up. More bombs were discovered along with guns and terrorism magazines and flash sticks loaded with ISIS images and beheadings. Then terror threats were found in the mail. From Somalis in the clique which was prosecuting the Baby Boomer. And an Anarchist on TV revealed ISIS photographs of the Somali who raped the poor daughter of the Baby Boomer. In full ISIS regalia before he popped up in London as a 'refugee'. Now the rapefugee who had been given a huge pomp and circumstances funeral by the Labor Party as a martyr by the Somali Community murdered by the Baby Boomer's poor dead wife had been exposed as a genuine terrorist.

That embarrassed the Labor Party Council was exposed in all of their venality. They had given the Somali terrorists the extravagant charity digs over the queue of working Cockneys as well as bullying innocent Labor Party members into opening their homes to terrorists and rapists resulting in a rape of a poor girl. The Cockneys ordered to the back of the queues for public council houses quickly trumpeted the fact Somali terrorists got preferential treatment by the Labor Party Council which now represented Muslims instead of the old blue collar working class of London. The Labor Reds were in bed with ISIS as well as Hamas and the Muslim Brotherhood which openly advocated the overthrow of every Western country and the imposition by force of Islam on the world.

And oh yes! A raid on the local Labor Party officer also revealed photos of shocking antisemitic hate cartoons. Including stuff which rivaled Nazi Germany. They insisted it was planted but now no one believed them. Especially when violently anti-Gay rants and hate literature was found there. The local Labor Party co-chair was a Muslim.. Including a video rant of a UK based imam advocating killing every Gay as the most 'humane' thing to do. As if putting Gays down like dogs. The rant a copy of the rant delivered at Orlando and other American cities with large Gay populations. The local Labor Party now found itself facing a lot of explaining. So much for the minorities which Labor always assumed were their 'Plantation Negros'. Labor was throwing both Jews and Gays under the bus in its obscene rush to embrace its new voters: Muslim migrants. The Four Ps were caught with their pants down cosy with monsters while hypocritically calling everyone else 'racists' and 'bigots' and 'fascists'.

The Somalis claimed they were framed by some arsonist who planted the incrementing evidence ---- aided and abetted by Anarchists who doctored photos and videos. CAGE screamed a fiendish plot. A conspiracy. By the Jews and Freemasons and the Cockneys. Public opinion gyrated wildly. But then it was revealed that the Somali rapist who raped and burned the now vanished girl used the same brand of fluid found in some of the discovered petrol bombs. So now the Labor Party Council found itself implicated in a horrible terrorism plot while ordering a respectable middle class white collar party member to house a violent terrorist who was also a rapist. The Labor Party was in cahoots with Somali terrorists and ISIS terrorists and shocking antisemitic and anti-Gay hate filled monsters who rivaled Adolf Hitler. Including a copy of 'Mein Kemp' found in the bedroom where the Somali terrorist and rapist lived before he raped the poor girl who in hindsight was found to be a victim ----- as more videos of the Hyde Park Islamic Martyr was discovered and plastered all over the Youtube after being leaked to Breitbart. And the Somali which got the hero's funeral courtesy of Labor and the Four Ps was found to be staring in Somali terrorism videos.

Identitarian protests now filled the streets outside of CAGE and the million pound charity council home of the Somali deadbeat who was now caught openly inciting violence and even death for the Hyde Part Heroine and her shattered family. The Identitarians protested why a young girl about to qualify for university was now burned, raped, and in hiding. A bounty on her head. And why was it ok for Muslims to put a bounty on a girl's head? Wasn't that incitement for murder? And was inciting murder suddenly legal in Great Britain? At the same time Blue collar industrial workers protested Labor whoring for Muslims and especially Muslim migrants who never paid a penny into the system who were screwing Great Britain for every freebie.

All while ordinary tax paying Britishers were crucified and terrorized with apparent impunity. Some of the terrified Hyde Park witnesses recanted, explaining they had been threatened and terrorized. The Baby Boomer's daughter was now portrayed as the real martyr. Her bloody face became the icon of the British girl ---- burned and raped and threatened, forced into hiding, her life in danger, by the invaders. Islamic invaders. The Baby Boomer was released from jail ----sans apology. The police said he was released because there was not enough evidence 'yet' to prosecute him.

The Somalis were then arrested for terrorism. Every Somali linked to the mosque was arrested. Every Somali who protested was now arrested on suspicion of aiding and abetting terrorism. The Somali who wallowed in that million pound London townhouse was brought in for questioning while Cockneys flooded the papers with pics of the lavish charity council home where he lived in splendor on the dole. He was released when it was proven he was only a parasite. Not a terrorist. CAGE went curiously quiet. The pack of howling UN and EU human rights lawyers vanished. The Four Ps hastily moved on to fresher victims to crucify. The doxxing moved to new victims.

For a moment the Baby Boomer thought the nightmare was over. But his daughter had vanished forever. And by vanishing her bail bill bankrupted him. So did the half a million in legal fees he had already paid out. And he was still fired. His boss refused to take him back. The publicity was too notorious. So he was still ruined. And the Muslim migrants were too many. UN and EU human rights lawyers were too many and they only represented Muslims and migrants. They got everyone off including the ISIS supporters and Hamas and Muslim Brotherhood supporters who could not be deported because they came from countries deemed too dangerous ---- Italy and France ----which they previously entered illegally. So every Somali who was arrested was soon released. And the Labor Party got the Guildhall to come to their rescue. So the Guildhall under its wonderful now Pakistani Mayor now hounded the bankrupted baby boomer further into the shadows. First flop houses. Then homeless. Living rough. Then as Sharia was imposed living in terror. Bankrupt. Therefore unable to pay jizya. Then declared a Harbi outlaw. Driven into the shadows and the sewers. Hiding during the days. Cowering in terror at night. His life a nightmare.

"How did it all go so terribly wrong?" he wept. "I am living in hell on earth!"

# Chapter Eight

The Irishman sat along the side of the snowy road as the Welsh Guards marched toward their prey. "You don't find the magic' he mused. "The magic will find you! Are you still alive my fey Davy?" he mused as he watched the lurid sunset emblazon the sky, turning the snow golden. "What a fey tale that was! Eh? That crazy night!" Then he chuckled as recalled the unexpected adventure. "I was helping rolly polly Dr. Ball, that human rubber ball, to escape Ireland to reach England. To reach a rendezvous. Lord Monckton had created a Ragnarokkr survivalist bastion in the English countryside far from spying eyes. He was assembling the last surviving scientists to research the Grand Solar Minimum. How bad it would be. How long it would last. And if we could do anything to stop the march of the glaciers ravishing Ireland and Scotland.

Ball was as safe as anyone was safe in unraveling Ireland. Give or take the nonstop rain which was unleashing the Second Hunger as blight turned the harvests into black rot. Our gutless leaders surrendered to dhimmitude at the drop of a hat! Their bowels leaking as they pissed like cowards! The Church surrendered too! The castrated eunuchs! What did Churchill say? Oh yes! Appeasement is collaborating with the hope the crocodile will eat you last. But the people rose up and rebelled when the greatest cathedral of Dublin was confiscated to become a mosque and every sacred place was desecrated. The bells seized to be melted down. The libraries of Dublin burned. Our bards banned from singing the ancient songs or reciting the ancient stories. Every harp was seized and broken. And the ancient stone crosses were smashed. Rebellions erupted all over Ireland then. The people of Ireland standing up for their ancient faith and even more ancient heritage which their leaders had not the guts to stand up to protect. No! Not even the Pope! That coward!

I was not one to instinctively help the Christians being a Druid but I volunteered to help Dr. Ball get to the mysterious Ragnarokkr bastion. He was a man with a mission. That funny old man was. Not that anyone exactly knew where it was. All I had to go on was the rendezvous. A small private train which would stop for exactly one half hour at a certain abandoned platform at a certain abandoned WW II camp depot at exactly Midnight on Friday the Thirteenth. So I had to get that funny little Canadian scientist there to catch that private train. Or else!

He was on the hunted list of course. The Prophet of Doom's Most Wanted List. So his round face and merry smile was posted everywhere. What a pic to use! Him grinning as if the most middling of mundanes. It seemed funny really. The incarnation of a frumpy little scientist on a wanted poster as if a homicidal maniac or else fearsome rebel anarchist. That lunatic grin beaming out of every poster everywhere! Us feeling as if the most wanted of Big Brother himself with Ball's goofy grin beaming out of every poster plastered everywhere! Fortunately we were both rather short and stout people. Fellow Hobbits. Not the type most people bother to notice. And Ball was determined to meet that train. He wanted to join the cause. He was not good at fighting and could not fire a gun for the life of him. But he was one hell of a scientist. So he meant to meet that train come hell or high water.

I got him to Wales despite him puking all over the rowboat. And then we circumnavigated around the back roads into occupied England. Ball had grown a beard and was wearing the most pathetic toupee which kept falling off. That or else going all goofy crooked on his bald skull. Why bother? But like all scientists Ball was a goofy geek of a nerd so that was that! But no one knew me. Apparently I possess the features of a nondescript sort. Tangled greying hair and a scruffy beard in a face that was universally heralded as utterly nondescript. We were dressed like fellow bums. Ball carried the lighter backpack with our few supplies and a fishing tin with computer flash sticks disguised as fly fishing decoys inside. I decided not to tell Dr Ball that his cunning guile was laughable. I carried the heaver backpack. My real mission was elsewhere.

Whenever the Morality Police would appear Ball would act goofy. It was just a matter of time before his amateur ineptitude got both of us killed. So I got us off the roads altogether. We marched across country. But of course that meant it was taking us longer. The snow heavy. The winter was dire. But Dr Ball never complained. Alas! He was not anyone's definition of a hiker. Unlike me. It turned into a replay of 'Kidnaped' except with me playing the outlaw Highlander part. Ball was soon floundering like something dreadful as we forced marched between hiding out from police and helicopters and all. The days bad and the nights worse. His feet turning bloody. Then his toes turning black. Fortunately, unlike Scotland, this part of England was crisscrossed by dense patches of forest as well as streams and hidden valleys of suspicious farms. But the weather was dreadful. Floods alternating with bitterly cold rain. The streams swelling into something dreadful. Then hail. Then we were caught in a blizzard as we desperately tried to reach the rendezvous. It was either sit out the blizzard and miss the train or else force march in knee deep snows. By now even I was struggling and Dr Ball was all but dead on his feet. All possibly for nought for the train might or might not even be at the rendezvous because of the blizzard anyway. Well! We finally staggered half dead to the abandoned WW II camp as the snow became so thick we could scarcely see two feet before our freezing noses. And we were running out of time!

So you can imagine our surprise to find two anarchists sheltering on that abandoned WW II train platform as we staggered up through the blowing snows. Their motorcycles deep in snow. One anarchist was kicking in the door to the abandoned ticket office. The other anarchist was holding the motorcycles. We staggered up in the whirling snow as both anarchists jumped! We are lost boyos!' I shouted. 'Our automobile broke down on the road!'

'Our motorcycles broke down too' one of the anarchists shouted as he finally kicked the door in. We all scampered into the abandoned ticket office, a two room wreckage, all but falling down. The other anarchist rolled their motorcycles inside one by one as I shoved the broken door closed against the fiercely blowing storm. I could not see how any train could make its way through that blizzard. The snow was burying the train tracks. There was no way to contact anyone. So I did not know what to do other than to wait and hope that the storm would stop and the train would belatedly appear. But that seemed more remote with each fierce snow flurry.

We made ourselves at home in the decayed hovel. I made a fire of some of the debris while Dr Ball kept desperately trying to keep the toupee under his hat straight. So he kept acting more and more goofy by the moment. Fortunately the anarchists were that. Anarchists. I have the second sight and I knew the moment I spied them that they were anarchists. As illicit as I. One anarchist was called Wolfe. Or else Wolfey. He was strong young man of middling height and weight. Dark hair. Grey eyes. Solid features as if a stockbroker or accountant want-to-be. His clothes typical of the now unraveling and increasingly desperate middle class. The other anarchist was skinny with black hair and dark stormy eyes. His face scarred. His parentage obscure. His boiler suit dirty and patched. He face behind his face behind his face suspicious. But then he smiled his most enchanting smile as if a fey thing. A charmed soul. Childish. Irresistible. An instinctive act I am sure he assumed would woo me. And it did. A real charmer the way feral fey creatures can be charming. Enticing. And deadly. It totally disarmed Dr. Ball who commenced gibbering as if a muggins. Why are certain academics like that? So as Davy and Dr Ball played the fools Wolfe flashed a wary grey eye like the grey he was. Greys we all were! Each playing a role! Each eyeing each other as each played a role!

The fire could not ward off the cold as the blizzard wailed outside. I kept one ear cocked to the train as I kept the other eye cocked to the anarchists. Everyone grey but fooling no one else. The wailing wind outside took on the sounds as if someone screaming. Davy and Dr Ball was especially jittery for the wailing did sound remarkably like a woman's siren cries. 'Tis the Snow Queen' I said as I pulled out a piece of chalk to draw a hex on the broken door. 'Her siren call to lure the foolish out into her deadly embrace.'

'A siren?' Davy asked as he shivered. His face beneath a face beneath a face slipping. And for a moment I beheld three faces. Then his second shadow shivered. And I knew him to be as fey as me.

'You don't find the magic' I said. 'The magic finds you!' I said as I poked the fire to build up the sparks. Then we pulled out miserable bits of chocolate bars and mangled fruit bars from our pockets to eat. Each eating silently as the fire snapped and the winds howled. And I saw Davy's second shadow quiver. So I said 'You should tell Lledrith to bugger off!'

Davy jumped at that. But before he could retort or Lledrith's shadow could recoil I heard the sounds of a coming train. I jumped up and ran out to the platform. But it was near to white out conditions. I jumped down through the snow drifts and felt the steel or the rail! Then bugger me but I saw the single cyclops light piercing the snow as that bugger of a solitary train plowed through the snows as it roared toward us! At the same moment Dr Ball shouted as he clumsily dragged both backpacks out while shouting like a damn fool! Giving the game away even before the howling winds could blow off his hat and that silly toupee!

At the same moment both anarchists pulled out their revolvers and fired! I threw myself over Ball and we both crashed faced first into the snow as the bullets buzzed over our heads to nail Morality Police Hunters further down the railroad tracks! Bullets whizzing in every direction! Even as that train plowed through the blizzard toward us! I grabbed Ball and shoved him back onto the platform as that black cyclops train roared up! Steam venting out like a bull's hot breath! A damn antique steam engine restoration train no less! With a coal tinder and one antique carriage! A Pulman's car! Can you believe that? With shades pulled down over every window as if a black out! The engineer a dark silhouette looming over me! His coalman waving a shot gun! And his brakes man brandishing a revolver. In the distance I heard more Morality Police Hunters shouting! Their all weather vehicle struggling through the snow!

'Monckton!' I shouted as I grabbed Ball's backpack to heave it and Ball up into that damn train.

'Password!' another silhouette shouted from the front of the antique Pullman's carriage where it was hitched to the coal tinder.

'You don't find the magic!' I shouted. 'The magic finds you!'

Then the dark silhouette in the near white out reached down a gloved hand and grabbed the short, rolly polly Ball and heaved him up into the Pullman's carriage. I threw Ball's backpack up and then Monckton disappeared inside. The engine steamed furiously as it built up fresh speed. Then it plowed down the tracks even as that all weather vehicle lunged toward us! Driving right onto the tracks to stop the train! Hurling itself along the tracks from some fifty feet away! Two headlights careening! Bullets were flying so I ducked in the blizzard flurries and then jumped inside even as the rapidly speeding train roared toward that Range Rover. Then, instead of stopping, that massive steam engine smashed right through it! The Range Rover went flying! Flying and then crashing! The massive old train engine hurling itself right through! And then right down that railroad track! Roaring off into the fierce blizzard! Vanishing into the white out!

I had no idea if any Morality Police survived so I jumped inside and slammed the broken door closed. Both anarchists had their guns drawn! 'Did I say you don't find the magic! You darlings! The magic finds you!'

The anarchists knelt down by the gutted out windows as bullets came flying in. 'I hope that funny little man is worth this effort!' Wolfe shouted as he shot at anything which moved in the white out.

'Are you the bloke we were told to rendezvous?' Davy asked as everyone commenced blasting away at the few surviving Morality Police who were wildly blasting away at us.

'Yes!' I shouted. 'Sheridan!'

'Nice meeting you!' Wolfe shouted as he blasted away with his sawed off shotgun. Clearly hoping shotgun pellets would somehow hit any target. 'Davy! Meet Sheridan!' Wolfe shouted.

Davy laughed his most angelic laugh as if a fey child. Then he snarled 'I hate Morality Police Hunters! Someday they will be the end of me!'

'Nah!' Wolfe shouted as he blasted away indiscriminately with the pump action shotgun. 'Always being late for rendezvouses will be the end of you Davy!'

Suddenly the bullets stopped. We panted inside the wreckage of the abandoned train depot. Our breath coming out like white smoke. 'Either they are all dead or else they trying to trick us into poking out heads out!' Wolfe shouted.

'So lets sit down my darlings and warm ourselves by the fire and let the buggers freeze to death outside!' I said as I sat down and stretched my legs. 'It is bloody freezing outside! Their Range Rover is kaput! They are going to be frozen solid in half an hour!'

'Oh!' Wolfe said. He laughed and sat down and helped himself to a smoke. Davy laughed his most angelic laugh as if a feral child. So we made ourselves comfortable and after half a hour I built up the fire again.

'Nice and warm my darlings!' I laughed. 'Can you believe how those crazy buggers drove that damn antique steam engine straight through that there Range Rover?'

'A few hundred tons of iron and steel versus a Range Rover!' Wolfe laughed. 'Not even a Range Rover can stop a railroad engine building up steam and roaring down a track!'

'Where is it going? Why was that funny bloke so needful?' Davy laughed as he played with the fallen hat and toupee. He crafted it along with rags into a toy and commenced playing with it as if a child. But then he paused. 'How did you know about Lledrith? he asked in a soft voice.

'Dr. Ball is a scientist Davy' Wolfe said. 'The scientist your friend Old Jasper asked us to save.'

'Oh' Davy replied as he played with the improvised toy. 'Peter Pan lost his shadow. I found myself with a second shadow after spelunkering in one haunted house too many. But how did you know about Lledrith?'

'I have second sight. Like you. We are fey creatures my darling. Born with the second sight. But as the scion of Druids I was raised with the Old Knowledge and how to cultivate it' I explained.

'I am the .....scion ..... of Mos who burn witches and wizards and the fey with any sight except the sight of looking eternally backwards instead of forwards' Davy retorted in a bitter voice. 'The blizzard is starting to die down.'

'Aye' I said.

'I don't think Ball knew this was a second rendezvous' Wolfe said.

'No' I said. 'He had enough worries to worry about.'

'You don't look like James Bond' Davy said. 'The big time spy with the explosives to blow up that fiendish machine.'

'The best spy boyos is he who doesn't look the part!' I replied.

'You look like a school teacher' Wolfe laughed.

'Or a Hobbit' Davy said in a softer voice. 'Like Sam except older. Warm and fuzzy like my Sock Monkey back in the abandoned warehouse I am roosting in' Davy added. 'Temporarily between digs' Davy added in a different voice. 'Not that I am homeless! I am just between digs! That is all!' he added in a different voice. I looked at Wolfe but he appeared oblivious to the fey nature of his friend. So I let it pass. Davy snuggled into Wolfe's arms and sucked his thumb as he played with the improvised toy. Wolfe protected him with great tenderness yet chasteness. Like a father protecting his son. Or else a closeted Gay protecting another vulnerable Gay who did not know he was still in the closet or even what the term meant.

'Aye!' I said. 'We might as well snatch what sleep we can for what remains of the night. Tomorrow we are going after that fiendish machine!'

The dawn rose clear. The world a frozen wonderland. The Morality Police Hunters were all frozen solid. Davy surveyed them with an odd look. 'They look as if they have just fallen asleep' he said. 'As if they might wake up. As if enchanted by Snow White.'

'The Snow Queen' I corrected him. 'Her fatal kiss of enchanted death'. Then Davy jumped up behind Wolfe as he gunned his motorcycle. I tied my heavy backpack on the second motorcycle and then mounted it. As the engines struggled into life I explained the target. 'The Fiendish Machine was created by the Prophet of Doom to suck every iota of CO2 out of the atmosphere!' I shouted as the motorcycles roared. 'Your job is to get me there! My job is to blow up that Fiendish Machine!'

'Jasper located it. So that Fiendish Machine is feeding this terrible winter weather?' Davy asked as he wrapped his skinny arms around Wolfe's waist. 'As if bringing the Snow Queen to life.'

'Yes. In part. It is contributing to the feedbacks which are propelling this Grand Solar Minimum into a bloody ice age!' I shouted over the roar of the motorcycles as I got familiar with the one I was suppose to be riding.

'So if you can blow up the Fiendish Machine will England become normal again?' Davy asked. 'Damp. Dank. Dire. But not this deadly?'

'I hope!' I shouted as we maneuvered our motorcycles through the snow drifts of the Winter Wonderland of shimming ice and snow. Wolfe took a compass reading as Davy checked the sun as it rose through clouds across a pink sky. Davy pointed one direction. Wolfe pointed to another.

'The magnetic poles are gyrating so I suggest we trust to solar and lunar readings instead!' I suggested.

'Why did you need to deliver that Dr Bell then?' Davy asked as Wolfe gave up trying to get a compass reading.

'We don't know if the Fiendish Machine has delivered the planet a fatal blow! That is why!' I replied as Wolfe showed me a crude map. 'That way!' I pointed. 'Use the old navigation boyos! As did our ancestors!' So we rode off through the enchanted snowy landscape. Every tree and hedge frosted with snow. The snow gleaming as if covered by tiny diamonds. The air frosty. By the old navigation techniques I led Wolfe and Davy to the destination: A massive and towering twin domed complex half covered by gigantic drifts of gleaming snow. Only towering power pylons indicating the form and function of the nearly snow covered bastion. 'The only remaining nuclear power plant left in England!' I told Wolfe and Davy as we paused our motorcycles. "The power pylons! There! There! There! But no wires!'

'I thought the fanatic Greens destroyed them all! Every power plant and every fossil fuel depot!' Wolfe said. 'To de-industrialize us! Like Mao's Cultural Revolution! Like Pot's Killing Grounds!'

'It looks mighty massive for us to bust into' Davy said. Then he looked around as if by instinct as I then gestured to another smaller domed building all but buried in snow. Davy definitely had the second sight! But that second sight was untrained and almost feral. As he was. Almost feral.

'That is the where the Fiendish Machine is' I declared as I pointed to a smaller glowing dome in the near distance.

'No power lines' Wolfe said.

'Buried power lines to prevent sabotage' I replied. Davy laughed angelically as if a child enjoying the joke.

'You have the explosives to blow it up?' Wolfe asked. 'Explosives are not our expertise' he added.

'Just burning up things!' Davy added.

'Or hacking computers!' Wolfe added.

'You just have to get me inside!'

'That we can do!' Wolfe laughed as he gestured to Davy. 'Or to be correct Davy!'

We drove up to a hill of snowy trees just a far off from the small glowing domed building. Then Davy jumped off the motorcycle and unzipped his old boiler suit revealing a sinister black fireman's uniform. I whistled. 'Who did you kill to get that?' I asked.

Davy mounted the motorcycle as his face beneath a face morphed into another face. He flashed his strangely stormy eyes at me. The feral child gone. The sweet young teenager gone. A killer in his place. Then he drove up to the small bastion surrounded by deep snow. As we watched from a distance he casually dismounted and walked up to the front door as if oozing authority. When the door opened he waved something and then casually strolled inside as if the god damn caliph. We waited in silence. And waited. And waited. I got quite worried. Then the door opened and Davy gestured. I jumped up behind Wolfe and he drove up to the front door. Davy was standing casually with his hand on his revolver lodged inside the flap of his sinister black tunic.

'Don't forget the explosives' Davy said in a harsh voice. I untied the backpack and we all went inside. There were eight bodies littering the floor. Davy surveyed the small scientific edifice with precise, professional eyes of a killer making sure he missed no prey. All childishness vanished. Wolfe also pulled out his sawed off shot gun but the small domed building was now entirely devoid of life except for us. As the anarchists stood guard I approached the Fiendish Machine. It was a towering creation of stainless steel of infinite complexity. As if a work of art. Exquisite really. One of a kind. Irreplaceable. And now beyond duplication as industry broke down under the fanatic orders of the demented Greens who were allied with the enemies occupying the island. Each using the other for mutually insane games of mutual self destruction. The Rules for Radicals gone amok.

I walked around the wondrous machine. It really was breathtakingly beautiful in its sinister way. A vision of complexity. Gyrating and spinning and spiraling and whirling and pivoting. Computers encircling the round walls of the domed structure flickering. Everything stainless steel and clean and shiny. I suddenly realized how alien that was now. Now that the world was decaying and everything was falling down and breaking down and tumbling down. Industrial decay like organic blight, blackening and rotting everything. Then I professionally arranged the explosives and set the timer.

'An automobile is coming down the road' Wolfe said from the door.

'I am setting the timer. We can drive off to the woods and shoot at the automobile if need be' I said. I set the timer. 'Lovely! Let's go!' We trotted out and mounted our motorcycles and roared down the road as the automobile approached. Blandly we passed each other. Davy delivered a professional salute as our motorcycles passed the governmental automobile. His helmet on. His visor partly obscuring his face. We reached the woods as the governmental automobile approached the domed building. At that moment the entire domed edifice exploded! Debris raining down everywhere! The automobile was hurled right off the road by the force of the explosion! Crashing! Wheels spinning! The wreaked automobile crashing into the snow upside down as if a cockroach!

'We need to make sure the passengers are dead' Davy said as I passed my spy glass to Wolfe.

'Look!' Wolfe said. 'More automobiles further down the road! Morality Police!'

'We need to make sure the passengers are dead!' Davy insisted.

'They probably are!' I retorted. 'We are concealed here! Those automobiles are roaring up to the explosion site like hornets! We would be outnumbered! The passengers are dead! But the Hunters have not seen us! Just the explosion! They have no reason to suspect we are here! Don't panic! See! They are driving right past us! They are driving to the explosion sight! See! They are hauling out the bodies from the automobile wreckage! The bodies look dead! They haven't seen us!'

'The hoity-toity in the fur coat in the back seat saw me! Or at least all but my face!' Davy said. 'He can ID me!'

'Dead! See! Dead!' Wolfe said. 'Keep down! Everyone keep down! Keep in the shadows! They don't see us!'

'The bastard in the fur coat saw me!' Davy said.

I stared at Davy and then I pulled out my spy glass and peered through it. The body in the heavy fur coat was moving! 'The Prophet of Doom is not dead!' I said. 'Damn it! I can't believe he survived the crash!' I stared at Davy.

'The bastard will spend the rest of his life trying to hunt me down!'

'No' I lied. 'He will spend the rest of his life trying to hunt down the scientists he sees as his nemeses!'

Davy shook his head. 'He will search every face of every fireman he ever meets until he meets me again!'

'Like the sword of Damocles!' Wolfe said." The Irish special agent sagged wearily along the side of the road. "Oh my darling Davy! Are you still alive? You were right! I knew then and there you were right!...."

*** ***

The Scientists clustered around one computer as the new data scrolled down. "Yes! Yes! You see! Everyone! Look! Yes! My theory is correct! The Birkeland Currents are...." At that moment they heard machine gun fire as three people burst into the manor house: the leader of the fanatic Greens, her minion, and in tow the terrified Prophet of Doom. The howls of dying guard dogs and the dying wails of expendable Greens piercing the outside darkness. Then the two fanatic Greens blasted the upper part of the grand old room as the scientists cowered. The self mutilated freaks machine gunning beautiful old oil paintings and priceless functioning computers alike with indiscriminate glee. Unreplaceable machines exploding. Terminals blowing up. The hopes of humanity for an end to this ecological disaster shattering with each hail of bullets. The freak with the green hair and piercings raving and cursing. Her minion screaming hysterically. But behind the modern day vandals the Prophet of Doom hung back, his machine gun limp in his shaking hands. A look of drafted terror obvious on his heavy Romanesque face. Snow frosting his expensive fur coat as if with glitter. The scientists backed away as they involuntarily held up their hands except for the eccentric lord who stood before them as he held his shot gun aimed straight at the heart of his nemesis.

"We meet at last!" the aristocratic lord told the cowering man hanging back from the fanatic Greens as the piercing screams of the other dying Greens faded outside along with the last howls of the dying guard dogs.

"Monckton!" the heavy set man retorted.

"Kill him!" the fanatics screamed at the Prophet of Doom.

"I see you swapped your stage prop cherry picker for a machine gun Allie boy!" the aristocratic lord snarled in a bad attempt at a Southern accent. "You look like a clown in that ridiculous fur coat!"

"You look like a court jester!" the Prophet of Doom shouted.

"But it was you who was always the joke!" the aristocrat retorted, his shot gun aimed at his nemesis. "Every genuine scientist laughed at you! You were always the ultimate joke!"

"Drop the gun!" the fanatics shouted. "You are outnumbered!"

The aristocrat stood in front of the other cowering scientists in his elegant Bond Street suit. His shot gun aimed square at the Prophet of Doom. Every eye focused on him. Two machine guns aimed at him. The last machine gun shaking in trembling hands. "Everyone was laughing at you behind your back Allie boy!" the aristocrat retorted. "All the time! Taking the money but laughing at you!...." Meanwhile the jovial Santa Claus of a red faced scientist at the back of the terrified queue of scientists quietly reached a hand toward the drawer where revolvers were kept. "You were always the joke!" the aristocrat shouted as he swaggered before the two aimed machine guns and one shaking machine gun to distract attention away from the men at the back of the room.

"Shoot your nemesis!" the leader of the Green fanatics shouted. "That is what we are here for!" Behind her in the far hallway a sleek, if aged, Jew was creeping down the staircase with a revolver in his hand.

"Oh yeah! Allie boy!" the aristocrat snarled as he swaggered to keep the attention ---- and machine guns ---- aimed at him. "Try to find your balls to kill me! You pathetic clown!" Behind the shaking scientists the hand reached into the drawer and pulled out a loaded gun as the sleek Jew crept down the stairs in the far hallway. "Shoot me! You coward!" the aristocrat shouted in scorn, his shoot gun aimed undaunted at the Prophet of Doom. "Because that is the only way you can silence the truth! The truth that you are a joke! You were always a joke! You will always be a joke!"

"Shoot the bastard!" the Green fanatics shouted.

The Prophet of Doom tried to aim his machine gun at the swaggering aristocrat but his hands were shaking too violently. "I can't! I can't!"

"Because you were always a coward!" the aristocrat snarled to focus the attention — and the guns ---- entirely on him. The jovial scientist who looked like Santa Claus silently aimed his revolver from the back of the room as the sleek Jew crept up the hallway with his revolver aimed at the back of the fur covered Prophet of Doom. "A joke Allie boy! A joke who has always needed goons to cover up the fact your glorious hypothesis was a pathetic canard! A amateur dabbler's still born lunacy! A con job! A ponzi scheme! A cheap piece of bunkum to steal billions to make you and your fellow grafters rich!" The machine gun shook violently in the hands of the Prophet of Doom as two revolvers were silently aimed to shoot to kill.

"Kill the bastard now!" the leader of the fanatic Greens screamed as her minion stared at her confused. Her shaved skull breaking out into a dirty sweat.

"I can't! I can't!" the Tennessean screamed as he dropped his machine gun as the sleek Jew firmly aimed his revolver at the interloper's fur sheathed back while the jovial scientist aimed for the leader of the Greens.

"You cowardly bastard of a castrated white patriarchal male!" the fanatic Lesbian screamed. Her grotesque, self mutilated face livid as she pivoted around to shoot the Prophet of Doom. At the same moment the shot gun and two revolvers went off as the minion's machine gun suddenly blasted at Monckton....

*** ***

The Irishman sat by the side of the road and watched the lurid sun set into the snowy landscape. "We had to hunker down all day. The buzzing hornets finally left the blown up debris with the Prophet of Doom as the sun started to set. We got on our motorcycles a hour later as darkness obscured us. We motorcycled into the wilderness off the main roads to circumnavigate around the Morality Police Hunters. But in the darkness one motorcycle skidded. I all but crashed right into a tree! As Wolfe struggled to try to fix the damn thing by the pallid moonlight we again heard a woman's strange cries. 'Tis the Snow Queen!' I warned them. 'And this time she has brought her hearthweru! Her bodyguards!' I knew the two anarchists did not understand my warnings but I could also see that they we jittery. For in the darkness all around us we heard rustles in the undergrowth and the not so distant sound of wolves.

As I helped Wolfe finish the repair I realized that Davy was gone. I told Wolfe to stay with the motorcycles. He retorted 'Aren't we reenacting some horror movie by dividing up?' I could only nod and shrug. Then I followed the siren's cries to a moonlit stream in a winter wonderland of ethereal beauty glittering seductively in the moonlight. Winter at her most deceptively alluring. And I saw Davy staring as if mesmerized by a vision by a curve of a stream. I walked up to him but he was so enchanted he did not hear me come up beside him. His second sight was entirely enthralled by the hypnotic vision. He was staring at the bend of the stream drenched in moonlight and strange. At a circle of ice spinning around and around and round in the eddy of the stream as if a hypnotist's allure. The frozen disk some five feet across. The ice slowly spinning in the icy flow as if by magic. Around and around and around. Generated by the weirdness of the eddies and the frisson of the ice.

And Davy's dark eyes were mesmerized. The pupils large. Entirely hypnotized by the vision. Unmoving. Not even aware of me standing by his side. So I whispered 'What do you see Davy boy? Tell me what you see.' And I touched his cold cheek. And then I saw what Davy's eyes were seeing. Ice pillars holding up the sky. Shimmering visions of iridescent columns where the piercing coldness turned the very air into pearlescent vertical borealis effects. The stream reflecting the lustrous opaline effects as if molten magic. And that slowly revolving ice disk was as gossamer as mother of pearl shining in the moonlight. And standing on that shimmering ice disk as it slowly revolved stood an ethereal woman of white perfection. Or should I say hovering for while that icy disk spun so slowly she stood perfectly stood upon it while her face hypnotized poor Davy. And that siren's face was white as a pearl. Her was hair white blond too. Floating in the freezing air. Her furs white ermine merging into snow. Her crown was white crystal as if wrought from snow flakes. Her mesmerizing eyes were pale blue. And her lips ruby red. And she was gesturing toward the bewitched youth to come into her fatal embrace.

'Tis the Snow Queen' I whispered. 'She is gesturing for you to come so that she might kiss you Davy' I whispered. 'Three kisses. One to forget your own true love. One to reject all earthly love. And the third kiss to love only her. And to join her hearthweru of lovers forever!' Then I put my hand over his hypnotized eyes and slapped him brutally. Davy staggered as I grabbed him. Then I pointed. 'See her bewitched hearthweru of lovers! Everyone a werewolf! For that is what she turns her lovers into! Werewolves!' For a pack of howling wolves was prowling on both banks of the stream while snarling and baring their canines. Feral. And jealous for blood.

Then a siren's voice rang out. 'Sheridan? Is that you? What a sad old man you have become! Had you stayed with me you would have been eternally youthful! Come! Come Davy! Come to my side! Lay by me! Let me wrap my mantle of snow around you and kiss you with my white breath! Let me caress your face with the most delicate of ice crystals! Waken in my Crystal Castle! I will love you for a year and a day! And you will be mine ---- and beautiful — forever!'

And Davy stood mesmerized. Oblivious to the snarling wolves jealously pacing to and fro. The siren's enchantment was too strong! So I picked up a tree branch and raced down to the stream. Then I furiously bashed that slowly whirling ice disk until it cracked into shards and started to sink in the icy stream. But the wolves jumped across the stream and down both banks to pounce on me! One hurling itself right on top of me! Its fangs struggling to rip out my throat! At that moment Davy shouted as he fired furiously at the pack of wolves. Blasting his revolver at them! The feral creatures ran off howling as he dragged me up the stream bank! My hand pressed to my bloody throat!

'Why did you let the wolves attack you Sheridan?' Davy said as he wrapped his muffler around my bloody throat. 'You had your gun! Lucky I was strolling near by to come to your rescue!' Then Davy, quite himself again, helped me back to the motorcycles. Wolfe checked out my throat and then cleaned and bandaged it as both anarchists scolded me. Davy was entirely himself again and completely oblivious of his fatal brush with magic. Wolfe was simply confused.

'Who was the woman crying out?' Wolfe asked.

'What woman? Wolves attacked Sheridan here' Davy said.

'Wolves can make fey sounds the way a cat can. To mimic a child's cries or a woman's cries' I lied for there was no point trying to explain the supernatural to them. One had not the imagination and the other had not the training of his second sight to understand what nearly seduced him to his death." The Irishman brooded as he watched the sun set. "Magic is in the weaving of the spell or else the performance of the enchantment. It is like gaslighting. Performance art. Trash magic. Such as spirit cooking or Lady Gaga in her meat allure. It is bedazzling and enticing and enthralling and beguiling and enamoring. It is mesmerizing. Sometimes it can even be transforming. There are all types of sirens just as there is all types of magic from the trash of manipulators to the spells of demagogues to the prima donna's last bow to the very occasional genuine moments of fatal enchantment. And sometimes it is the stuff of dreams and nightmares. But mostly it is grafters just fucking with your minds."

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"Your Majesty" the Sikh General asked King Henry. "The battle plan for a timed assault has derailed! The other Rebel Armies are fighting now! What should we do? Launch our own attack? Or wait per the plan for midnight?"

The greying, red haired man blanched as the computer maps erupted into a computerized fury of dots. "Everything is timed for midnight! We can't jump the gun!"

"But they have!"

"Tell MIMIR to jam all communications so the enemy here can't realize the battle has started!"

"But Your Majesty!"

"Odette must fulfill her mission! Deceive the enemy! To gaslight them into being oblivious to the obvious reality that London is about to become a battlefield!"

"But Your Majesty!"

"Brigadier General Narcissi has not yet moved into his position! Or the assassin who must take down the Ritz occupant! We are not in position to launch the full attack yet! Much less Anne!" he gestured to the computer screens. "We can't attack before Midnight! So we have to distract! Odette! You must fulfill your mission! Distract them! Blind them! Gaslight them!"

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The Irishman stood up to march off. "Davy my darling my second sight says you are going to die tonight. You will be late to one rendezvous too many and you will meet one siren too many! Goodbye Davy my darling feral boy. For I will never behold your face again." The Irishman paused. Then he cocked his head. "Or is my second sight gaslighting me? Perhaps what will happen to you will prove more flummoxing than even I can comprehend. You don't find the magic Davy! The magic finds you. The next time the magic finds you Davy hold on tight and don't let go of it! Let it take you Davy! Let the magic take you where you want to go...."

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The shaking hand held the radio receiver. "Yes. Yes" a weak voice whispered into the receiver. "This is Monckton Ragnarokkr Survivalist House. Yes. Yes" the weak voice whispered. "This is ....Dyson. We have ...... there is ...... hope. Hold on! We have confirmed that......." He aged scientist paused. "There is hope! There is always hope!" Then the shaking hand turned off the radio. The wheel chair bound centenarian pivoted his wheelchair around. In the middle of a blood drenched room the Jew knelt over the bullet riddled body of Monckton as he shook his head. Then the Jew eased the dead body down to the bloody floor and stood up. His smoking revolver still in one hand. The two men silently stood guard over a room of bullet riddled carcasses.....

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The story continues in Fahrenheit Postdate 2025 Book 2: The Wolf Age of Garmr. Will the Morlocks surface at last? Can London be liberated from the Eloi? Who is the mysterious king leading the combined assault which will become the Battle of London? Who are the Urban Myth Whisperers? How did the fireman help steal control of the British Tridents? And can the NATO thermonuclear warheads be stopped before they are launched? Who is the Madwoman guarding the mysterious lost treasure house? Will Madame X be saved? Will the mystery of Lledrith be solved? What is the back story of the In & Out Coup? Who is the mysterious agent Valerie Odette?

What is the mystery behind the Shadows House and the British Museum Horror? Who is the ghost of Moon Street? What happens to Wolfe? What is the mystery behind the Plot to kidnap the first and last Pakistani Mayor of London? What really happened at the Guildhall? And who are the mysterious Freemasons Goldsmith, Fawkes Hyde, and Knoll Sterling and how did they get involved with the fireman's rescue Gog and Magog the petit giants? And what does the fireman find under the Guildhall in the primeval depths? Will the 'Sooty Crow' warn MIMIR and force Mr. Mole to stop the coming Battle? Who is the mysterious Japanese woman in the strange dome 'between two worlds'? What is the back story of Orpheo? Who is Brigadier General Narcissi? And how did the fireman's beloved 'fiancee' really die? Was she murdered? Did the fireman kill the thing he loved? Who are the ghosts in the haunted hotel? Will the Hunter corner his quarry? The fireman? And can the fireman be rescued before the Chimes toll at Midnight when Ragnarok is unleashed?

# Other books by J.E.F. Rose

The Secret Reports Concerning Crown Prince Rudolph:

Adopted from misfiled reports by and about Crown Prince Rudolph

The Rise and Fall of the Swell Mob of the Seven Dials

An epic steampunk novel

The Fairawayland Novella Series

Books about old movieland

Grandville Sheeple

The Animaux Fable of the Rise And Fall of the Sheeple Party...Or The Cautionary Tale Of A Machiavellian Fox And An Unexpected Knave Among The Bird Brains And Jackass Dimwits of Animauxland

A political satire comic by J.E.F. Rose inspired by Grandville's Animals and George Orwell
  1. Author's Forward
  2. Table of Contents
  3. Chapter One
  4. Chapter Two
  5. Chapter Three
  6. Chapter Four
  7. Chapter Five
  8. Chapter Six
  9. Chapter Seven
  10. Chapter Eight
  11. Other books by J.E.F. Rose

