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Today's Quotefall Puzzle features a quote by Claire Wolfe. Click puzzle (or click here) for full size rendition, then use your browser's print command to print puzzle. Claire Wolfe is a libertarian author and columnist, who writes frequently about prepping and the dystopia-heading direction of the Deep State within the western world. All hints, along with the answer, are provided in the first reply comment below, using filtered font to prevent accidental spoilers. Please refrain from disclosing the full answer in comments to prevent spoilers.To solve the puzzle: Enter the letters in the top half (letter columns) of the puzzle into the...

Stirring myself to the right words after One of Those Tragedies always takes a while. First, there’s the dragged-down feeling of “here we go again.” The antis rush gleefully on stage to perform their blood dances and once again, decent people need to respond to them, if for no other reason than to keep the record straight. We can’t even stop to speak with decency and sympathy for the horrible losses because to speak at all is to become political. And that’s obscene. Mass murders, whether by bomb or knife or vehicle or poison, are horrific individual tragedies. But mass...

It’s a mystery why one person can be poor but still be proud, independent, and reasonably content while the guy next door is only content to slide into a swamp of misery, blame, slovenliness, dependence, and cigarette smoke. I agree that Alchemist summed things up pretty well by observing, “Poor is a state of finance. Poverty is a state of mind.” But why? Entire tomes have been written about poverty, of course. How soul-crushing it is. How it leads to crime. How it’s everybody’s fault except the individuals who are in that state. How it’s increasingly becoming institutionalized among entire...

Artist sends the National Spy Agency a super-encrypted “mixtape.” So why would Huerta create a mixtape no one else could open? Well for one, there’s no worry that someday he’ll regret sending our nation’s protectors a whole bunch of mushy love songs that will sound really, really cheesy 10 years from now. Oh, and there’s this, which he posted on his Medium blog: “The NSA can read my stupid Facebook updates but without my consent it will never be able to listen to my kick-ass mix tape, even if it’s sitting right in front of them.” ------(Snip)------ So what would...

When I'm in a, shall we say, mellow mood with friends, I can occasionally launch into accounts of politics in seventeenth-century England. This usually results in incredulous stares, followed by, "Oh, so sorry. Fascinating story, I'm sure. But it's really just hours past my bedtime." It's a shame anybody should feel that way, though. Because even in the hands of a dreary lecturer and deadly bore (um, not saying I am one), the story of seventeenth-century England is one of riotously awful chaos -- and the birth of modern freedom. Sit down. Have another drink. Let's talk about it.

NOTE: The following document was found in the ruins of the Mount Weather complex in the year C.E. 2715 and has been in the keeping of the staff of the Interglobal History Museum since then. Although our scholars and scientists are still analyzing this material, it is believed to date from the era of Malia Rodham-Bloomberg (reigned C.E. 2044-2067) or her successor Mitt Kennedy Bush (reigned C.E. 2067-?). Below is our translation. -------------------- REPORT TO THE NATION ON THE EFFECTIVENESS OF GUN CONTROL By the Blue-Ribbon Panel on the Current Crisis BACKGROUND: Following the Sunnyside Nursery School Massacre and similar...

As I was reading the thread titles on the main page, just now, my blood began to boil. It's clear to me that the leftist ruling class is making an all-out push to beat the American people to the finish line, and to topple this country before we can implement the reforms required to salvage our beloved republic, our economy, our sovereignty, and our traditional way of life. Claire Wolfe once famously said, "America is at that awkward stage....it's too late to work within the system, and it's too early to start shooting the bastards." I just want to know...

On June 21, 2000, a 39-year-old California businessman, Stuart Alexander, shot three government meat inspectors to death. Alexander’s sausage plant had just re-opened after losing its federal license in January. The two federal inspectors and state inspector were reportedly there to serve another citation. The bureaucrats said his products didn’t conform to health regulations; Alexander said not a single customer had complained about product quality in the 79 years since his great-grandfather started the business. On June 21, 2000, a California businessman shot three government meat inspectors to death. In the wake of the shooting, friends called Alexander a good,...

Hardcore survivalists cherish what I call the "George Romero Scenario." It goes like this: The proverbial poop has hit the propeller. Cities collapse into chaos. But we, the prepared, are...well, we're prepared. We hunker in our rural bunkers, clutching our Super Whiz-Whacker 3000 combat arms, eagle-eyed and ready for any eventuality. We boldly fend off wave after ravenous wave of starving city folk who stagger at us like unstoppable zombies in a Romero horror flick. These zombies crave not our living flesh, but our six-gallon, mylar-lined superpails of dried lentils, our root cellars full of last year's carrots, and our...

The most remarkable thing about civil unrest is that there hasn't been more of it. Politicians are making a hash of this country—and much of the rest of the civilized world. We know it. They know it. They know we know it. But we don't feel we can do anything much to stop them. That right there is the pre-condition for civil unrest—when people are frustrated and politicians are nervous. Worse, that was how things stood before last fall's crash. Before pols on both left and right launched the biggest mass transfer of wealth in history—transferring our wealth (what we...

Tuesday, September 11, 2007 MORE EVIDENCE THAT WE ARE EVERYWHERE. Yesterday the guy who bought my dead Toyota showed up at the gate with an extra piece of paperwork. Seems the state didn't believe the low purchase price we stated on the title transfer. Our Bureaucratic Masters demanded that we explain why it was "too low." They compelled us both to swear under The Usual Dire Penalties that the price we stated was genuine. Poor dears. You know they might starve to death if they don't get their share of sales taxes on a 16-year-old heap of busted steel...

O Little Town of HardyvilleBy Claire Wolfe  This morning we hiked the hills above town, three bounding dogs and I. The dirt roads, grasses, and sagebrush were shining white with hoar frost. The gravel under our feet sparkled like a million ... well, like a million sparkling bits of frost, far more beautiful than diamonds. All this lay under a sun that blazed warmly on my face yet somehow didn't have the oomph to melt a fragile layer of ice. We panted our way to the highest slope, four very different but perfectly companionable animals, each surrounded by a...

So What Does a Freedom Lover Do NOW? By Claire Wolfe Editor-at-Large, Backwoods Home Magazine On September 11, the world stopped. There’s nothing to say about it now that hasn’t become a cliché. Everything -- beyond a few acres of New York, Arlington, Virginia, and Pennsylvania -- looks normal. But nothing is normal. We’re suspended somewhere between a reign of terror and World War III, with no idea where we’re going. Rod Serling would have understood this moment. There are only two certainties: that there will be more violence (pray that it’s aimed only at the guilty) and that our ...

The shops were shuttered on Hardyville Main Street last Wednesday. No traffic moved in the streets, though the parking spaces near the Hardyville One-Plex were full. Despite the bright spring day, it was like being in one of those movies where a city is empty in the aftermath of a disaster. And that's appropriate. Because Wednesday was the aftermath of a disaster. Or maybe it was the beginning of a disaster. Either way, the handful of rugged individualists who populate the mid-nowhere town of Hardyville had an emergency on their hands. On Tuesday, May 10, 2005 America finally died. It...

Hardyville Taxesthe TaxmanBy Claire Wolfe Each year on April 15, Hardyville's Leading Citizens, plus a few stragglers with nothing else to do, head up to the pet cemetary for a solemn moment of remembrance. The thing they're remembering didn't actually happen on April Fools Day. It happened in March. During the Blizzard of Ought-two, to be exact. That storm shut the town down for darned near a week. It was at the beginning of the storm that a taxman -- yes, an actual IRS man -- came wandering into town. He was the new kind of IRS man. All brimming...

  "Comon. Admit it. You know you did." Carty shook his head, as one of the other idlers at the Hog Trough Grill and Feed gave him a poke. "Wouldn't be very smart to blab about it if I had, now would it?" "Did what? Tell what?" I asked, dragging over a chair. "Buried an SKS," Marty Harbibi answered. "We all did it back then." "Back when?" "Oh comon, Claire. You remember. Back when the Feinstein-Dole Gang had just hit us with the Brady Law and the 'ugly-gun ban.' Back when we still had six more years of Billary and...

So I'm driving out of town when I see the strangest thing. There's Nat's old Dodge pickup parked at the side of the road. He's roped his battered shooting bench in the bed. And there sits Nat himself with his spotting scope nearby, his deer rifle at the ready, and a six-pack of Moose Drool beer. He's peering over the rifle down the long, empty stretch of road that leads to Hardyville. Naturally, I have to stop and find out what the heck is going on. "Climb up here and spot for me," he says. "Er ... spot what?" "License...

The other day I wrote about a formerly pro-Bush friend turned rabidly anti-Bush in mere months. Could she be part of a trend? So Eric Margolis writes in the Toronto Sun. And not that the polls count for much, but the latest look as if folks would like to take the pruning shears to Bush.'Course, you can't tell it by reading FreeRepublic.com, which (fallen far from its glory days as a vast townhall meeting protesting government abuses) has largely turned into a Bush cheerleading squad, specializing in fancy knee-jerks. But something's moving out there, under the surface.So watch for some...

Welcome to Future Felons of America By Claire Wolfe I wrote this as the introduction to Clive Sharp's book How to Survive Federal Prison Camp (Loompanics, 1997). This is its first appearance outside the book. Welcome to FFA. No, not Future Farmers of America, that pleasant little relic of the days when America was the land of the free. I'm talking about Future Felons of America, the club to which millions of us now belong. Our membership is growing by leaps, bounds and midnight kicks on our doors. You may not want to be part of this contemporary American FFA....

... The Free State Project is a plan in which 20,000 or more liberty-oriented people will move to a single state of the U.S. to secure there a free society. We will accomplish this by first reforming state law, opting out of federal mandates, and finally negotiating directly with the federal government for appropriate political autonomy. We will be a community of freedom-loving individuals and families, and create a shining example of liberty for the rest of the nation and the world. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Free State Project is a new strategy for liberty in our lifetime. We don't want to...