There once was a people…

A small number were killed, at first, in the guise of a “protest.” Unfortunate victims who were in the wrong place at the wrong time, and swept up in an emotionally charged atmosphere of chaos and angry unrest. Hmmm. The Authorities issued orders condemning the violence, but lacked authority to intervene, after they lost their role as a credible governing body. The law enforcement had been declawed and those who didn’t quit or ‘retire’ were outnumbered and basically reduced to a mere nominal entity. Statues and other tributes to their culture — some which had stood for decades, generations, centuries — were pulled down, shredded, and destroyed in an effort to erase that culture from memory. Finally the “offended” faction ramped up their ‘movement for change’ to the point where the vilified people were quartered off — barricaded, with armed guards keeping them monitored — into their own sections of cities and towns. Entire communities were caged up like a human zoo. Or like plague victims. They were required by law to wear certain identifying items upon their person; patches, tags, armbands. Then militarized groups formed to round up stray members of that people — now arrested simply for being who they were, with no political allies on the outside. Within the monitored zones, food and safe drinking water became scarce, sanitation eroded into disrepair, waste began to accumulate in pest-ridden, mountainous heaps. Disease flourished and became rampant. Doctors among the vilified people ran out of supplies and adequate means with which to care for the sick and afflicted. If a person dropped dead on the street, the body was left there to decay where it had fallen. Anyone who might carry it away were either themselves too sick and weak to do so, or afraid that the diseased body might still harbor the germ that had been so deadly. And there was no place to carry it to anyway, except to a pile. The crematories and cemeteries were beyond the quartered zone. Beyond the barricades, those who had walled them up, considered their very race a disease to be eradicated. Within, day-to-day existence itself became a waking nightmare. Hungry children cried. The elderly consigned themselves to pray to their God for mercy, and wait to die. Either of illness, or starvation. How could one group of humans do this to another? Eventually, those jailing them decided they wanted all that real estate back, and erected ‘camps’ to herd the people into — far away from the cities and towns. They were taken by train, like cattle. They were branded like cattle. Forced to take tattoo marks that indicated which ‘camp’ they were to belong to, which herd to collect them to. Once in the camps, they were put to work — and given little rest. Those that fell behind in any way, were slaughtered as useless excess. To accommodate this detail, the camps were installed with their own crematories — and gas houses to eliminate the excess who were — unfortunately for them — still breathing. Does any of this sound familiar? The term for this was 'The Holocaust.' But there was a single word for this process while in progress: a pogrom. A pogrom is, essentially, a public or government sanctioned purgative attack upon a group with which they differ. And throughout history, all pogroms lead to the same destination. Massacre. The initial event with which the Nazis commenced their pogrom against the Jews was begun from within, by infiltrators, a massacre dubbed “Kristallnacht” — the night of broken glass. November 9, 1938. All Jews throughout Nazi Germany were put on notice. Nearly 100 were brutally murdered, simply for being Jewish. The Nazi pogrom had commenced in earnest, free of any punitive self-reflection against the witness of the world. They weren’t hiding their hate any longer. And proud of it. Does it eerily seem like this “process” has begun against America? Only instead of the “accused” being vilified for their race, it is because of ‘racism’? And again, the barricades, the walls — the physical attacks on public tributes, upon culture — and the special clothing are being trotted out — because of a conveniently timed mass illness. Why is America targeted? Because we represent an escape from the tyranny of the oppressors being fled. A country — an empire — raised in defiance of those oppressors. Not perfect, but a symbolic fortress of resistance. Something they cannot tolerate. Like the Jews, who worshipped their God above the State — whose neighborhoods were turned into ghettos of filth and starvation, until they were herded into gulags. Globalism is the grandchild of Nazism. The State as God. Its Fuehrers demand respect, impunity, and absolute dominion; sovereignty over all, regardless of prior affiliation. Those who oppose them are subject to everything up to and eventually including execution. America’s political “champions” have become limp-wrists. They talk tough, framed on TV when deriding an opponent safely held at bay by a split-screen. But face to face at a debate table, they default to word-salading and doublespeak — the evil art, the craft, of making vague utterances seem like direct statements, only with a backdoor that allows them to claim “what I MEANT was…” when cornered, and their statement debunked. Our own supposed “leaders” have become bowers and kneelers to the barbarians storming the gate — inside agents. Those clinging to this country’s values, are being quartered into isolated communities. The ability to gather has been curtailed. The State wants to be your god. The infiltrators are in place. The new age’s Kristallnacht is coming. America, the pogrom against us has begun.