Douglas Mercer
January 30 2025
Continued from The Order: A Drama (Part Five)
In the town where I was born and raised there were mystery lights; lights emanating from the marshes which dance always a breath away from those who would grasp them; ever tantalizing false chimeras, which are said to be everything from ghosts of conquistadores, to UFOS, to moonlight glinting, to will o the wisps; as I contemplate the last many weeks and the ever more uncertain future I wonder if my goal is like that: an elusive mirage which will remain forever after reach. I don’t think so. Perhaps we will not make it to the Promise Land, but I know my people will, and I will have been the cause of one of those lights for which they grasp but it will not elude them. So dramatic has been our story that I can see Hollywood making movies out of it. Of course when the counter culture wanted to be provocative they turned selfish outlaws into rebel heroes working against the system, lionizing them. We of course will not get a similar treatment, they will dine out on our daring exploits but cast us as pure evil and depict our saga as a salutary tale about the supposed dangers that lurk beneath the soft underbelly of America. Eventually, however, some artist will come along to give us our due.
I tell you my brothers that even out here in Metaline Falls the Jewish power encroaches. Like poisonous mushrooms of Jewish Talumudvision satellite dishes begin to dot the landscape; the people who put them up have no idea of the Trojan Horse they are bringing into their homes, and how it will poison the minds of their children. It is as if they were to set loose pythons in the nursery. As for my children they do not watch television at all, for what does even the so-called innocent Sesame Street teach? The mixing of the races and the harmony and brotherhood of the races, which is point one of the Jewish Lie. On MTV they play horrid jungle black music and just a few days ago an Italian woman (I regret to say that she is of European stock) who calls herself Madonna displayed her perversions on this channel. Emerging from a Wedding Cake in a see-through dress she proceeds to mimic sex with herself on the stage as she writhes and reels in mock ecstasy; and not that long ago our once proud nation was titillated by an underage girl cooing that nothing came between her and her jeans on the television.
I tell you my brothers this has been coming for a long time and in the future these disgusting displays will be made to look innocent. It was not long ago that the people who projected such vile images would have been locked up; now they have mansions in Beverly Hills. For it is a main plank in the Jewish plan to promote and enshrine sexual degeneracy in the population. Seattle, you should see Seattle, it is a city now given over to the perverse and the degenerate, there are whores on the street: but we are hunting them down. As surreptitious as you can imagine we gunned three of them down and were out of there so fast that there was not even a possible trace of our presence. This is the only language which our enemies speak and we have become fluent in it.
On October 28, 1983, myself and three others pulled our very first armed robbery in Spokane at a World Wide Video store that peddled XXX-rated movies. This was a store which catered to vile images of interracial sex which alone made it worth our while; but it only netted us 369 dollars and I soon began to see that we needed to cast a wider net in order to strike terror into our enemies and give us the funds we required. They of course will twist around what we did, that it was nothing but a rampage of murder and robbery across the country in the name of White Supremacy, that we engaged in the single most profitable crime spree in American history; but these are just words; what we did we certainly did for money but not out of greed and certainly not out of any blood lust; I have learned that anything one does is justified provided one does it for a noble purpose and does it with a cold heart.
I have said that I believe that Hollywood is the epicenter of all evil, and that is true. There are some movies of course which buck this trend; few in our circles do not enjoy the cop dramas of Clint Eastwood where he becomes the lone wolf vigilante working outside of the system’s control; but the movie that impressed me the most was Death Wish in which the hero’s wife and daughter are murdered and raped by a gang of hooligans; the makers of the movie did not have the courage to make the marauders black but made them looked vaguely Puerto Rican though for my eyes the actors could be Jewish. There is a scene which I will always remember; the hero and his son in law are in the New York suburbs visiting the daughter who was traumatized by the rape and had a nervous breakdown; as they leave the son (who is depicted as a weakling) forlornly says to his father in law that had they only moved out here none of this would have happened. This statement alerts the hero and he turns and says no. He then asks what it means when people cut and run at the first sign of trouble. His sons asks half mockingly: that we are civilized? The hero just turns away after saying no; and he then begin his hunting in the name of what he calls the old American custom of self-defense. The answer of course is that those who cut and run are craven and cowards and, sad as it is to say, deserve to lose their home. Those who are not willing to defend themselves deserve to die.
In our brief time together Pierce told me his theory of small cadres, or leaderless teams, or leaderless resistance; devolved cells which can act in unison and anticipate the others acts out of a shared bedrock principle of beliefs. And in this way an invisible structure can be in place which is both non traceable and murderously logical. He told me he was contemplating writing a follow up to Turner with a main character who is the quintessential lone actor who assassinates interracial couples, thereby incurring low risk and maximum fear with the correct message. Never will that be made into a movie, of course, it cuts much too close the bone. But another movie that I must have watched ten times was Fighting Back in which a neighborhood group in Philadelphia begins to go on the offensive against black criminals; one scene has the hero on the roof dropping a grenade onto the car of the leader of the local gang. What this shows me is that there is a deep ground swell for this kind of action; but what these men do in fiction we have done and will do in fact; which makes all the difference.
When I hear those in the counterculture say they are combating the system I sneer; make no mistake about it my brothers: they are the system. But fighting the system, or the powers that be as I would put it, is the most noble of things; I began my resistance just out of High School. I find it amusing now that my father, thinking of my future only from his perspective, was able to prevail upon no less a person than Barry Goldwater to secure my nomination at the US Air Force Academy; I look back in horror to think that I might have been inveigled to fight for a country which now I have rightly declared my people’s implacable enemy; fortunately my poor grades in math averted this fate for me. And it was also while I was in Arizona that I became involved with the Sons Of Liberty, a tax resister league. I was one of its founders and it always surprised others that one so young as myself could create a group which consisted almost exclusively of adults; but I have always had the ability to attract others to the causes that I worked for as, I think, they responded to the guileless passion with which I pursue my aims.
We were sufficiently lawless that I became a target of the IRS who attempted to assassinate me, something which led me to my belief that we are in a state of war. I can say that being shot at by my own government for a mere assertion of my rights had both a traumatic and life defining effect on me. This was my firsthand evidence that the government was a maleficent and malignant power. I also learned from this series of events that the kind of people involved in tax resisting were not of the echelon and caliber of people who could foment a revolution. Now that I am flush with cash and dispense it to allied groups I do not even consider them. I have moved far afield since those days, and now I lead a steeled and hardened team of men dedicated to the cause and willing to give their life for it. Sad to say though that in any endeavor of this scale traitors often abound.
Continued at The Order: A Drama (Part Seven)
