Black XI: "Heck...Let's ROLLLL!!" (aka McAuliffe's MEAT!!)

"The one fly is when Saddam hides troops and weapons among civilians. WE have been working on it since 1991. WE likely have at least a partial solution."

IMHO, the solution is that the Conscripts of Tyrants are not necessarily committed patriots, and the Iraqi Sheeple shall absorb them into their midst and away from the Iraqi Military. It's a lose-lose fer Sodom, as he remains extremely isolated from the Iraqi Sheeple despite the IraqiState-controlled Medyuh's 24-7 propagandizing.

You hate to predict a bloodless war, but I sincerely believe Sodom's military infrastructure will abandon him in a Crisis Situation, which America's Military Might will produce very early in the conflagration.

FReegards...MUD

"It belongs to the world..."

As should all inspirational words of libertarian wisdom, my FRiend...MUD

"Patriots Rally II - DC Chapter/Registered are Ready - Be There!!"

"The D.C. Chapter of Free Republic invites all FReepers and lurkers in good standing, as well as their friends and families, to join us in Washington, D.C. on Saturday, October 26, 2002 for the Patriots Rally for America II."

Put yer time and effort where yer mouth is, FReepers...MUD

BTW...and it's fun, too!!

Folks, sing with me, no need to fear,
With all these scandals, Slick'll do ten years!
Sing with me, we'll win the day,
No need for sorrow, the Good Lord'll make Bill pay...
Ayy-yeahhh...

heh heh !!

And haul hitlery in too !!.....

not too purty. one of my early attempts at image modification.....

YESsssssssss

Thank you Mud ! tah dah

Do you own your own copy of the Sun Tzu masterpiece? I've got to order myself a copy. It's a must for every conservative's library! No doubt about it!

"...when it struck me like a bolt of lightnin'.... "Led Zeppelin IV...aka ZOSO!!" FReegards...MUD"

YES, YES we all know. And that album does have some classics on it. I will get myself a copy next time I am at Borders. Maybe on the 12th of November.

Love your artistic creations, MeeknMing. The Black threads are a great place to post them. Thanks!!

This sounds like the inner workings of the "enlightened ones" whose sapient ways are to trigger such planned events which cause mankind to clash and destroy each other.

It also reminds me of how the Gladiators fought a tough fight in an open arena only to be booed and hissed or praised by vicious spectators during the Roman Empire.

I've got one even better for you.

INTRODUCTION

In 1992 a friend and I were sifting through boxes in my
parents' attic, which mostly contained memorabilia from their
residence in Scotland in the 1960's. Among the photos and the
letters I uncovered a small red paperback book. Looking first
at the back, I saw only an icon of interlocking bars against a red background. I turned it
over and read the words, "SATAN ON WAR". I opened it, revealing what at first
looked like a still from the movie "Ben Hur".

Giggling, I looked over at my friend. His jaw was hanging open; he was staring at the
book. "Oh my GOD! Do you know what that IS?" He always got there first; I had no
idea. That's when he explained to me about the Process Church of the Final Judgement,
a religious sect started in England and espousing an apocalyptic theology involving
Jehovah, Satan, and Lucifer. There were ties to Charles Manson, and ample room for
speculation about the extent of their influence.

When we confronted my parents about it, they recalled the circumstances under which
the book came into their possession. They were on the boat from New York to
England, around 1967 or 1968. A group of young Processians were also on board, no
doubt en route to Church headquarters. They wore robes and had several dogs, which
seemed starved and menacing, in wooded crates. (I recall learning that the Processians
believed the dogs could sense the first signs of the end of the world.)

The Process effectively dissolved in the 1970's, and relatively few people know about
it. According to shock-culture librarian John Aes-Nihil, there are "virtually no surviving
copies" of SATAN ON WAR, except as reprinted in a larger volume, THE GODS ON
WAR. So this was quite a find. It is presented here in its entirety.

SATAN

ON WAR

Recorded by Robert De Grimston

MAN, you are come to the bitter end of your degradation. Drain the dregs and leave not a
stain in the glass.

For WAR is upon you, around you and within you. You are submerged in WAR so
totally now there is no escape. Like a cancer it has taken hold on you, crept stealthily among you and
become entrenched. No force on earth can remove it. And no force in heaven will. For We, the Gods,
give man what man demands, not what he pretends to want. And man who puts on airs and cries for
peace and light and love, and claims that his one desire is to live in harmony with those around him, man
who clothes himself soberly with proper decency and goes about his business saying: "I am civilised. I am
respectable. I am a rational being in control of all my emotions", he is no more than an ignorant fool, a
hypocrite, a self-deluded imbecile. For all he really wants is death, slaughter, bloodshed, rape, pillage, and
the violent hysterical screeching lunacy of WAR. That is his true desire and nothing less will truly satisfy
him.

Man, see yourself! Know the true desires of your soul. Feel the love of horror, the lust for blood, the
ecstasy of watching death stride out upon the earth and take his toll.

When is your mind at peace? Only when your body is at WAR.

When are you truly satisfied? Only when blood is on your hands, hatred in your heart and the light of
battle gleaming in your eye.

Deceive yourself not! Death is sheer delight to you. Torture is supreme fascination. Can you drag your
eyes from the vision of a body stretched upon the rack, broken on the wheel, or squeezed to lifelessness
by the slow agony of the hangman's rope? No, you can only gaze transfixed, every grain of your attention
focused on the sight. And can you look away from the writhing monster of a battlefield, close your ears to
the shrieks and groans of wounded men, close your eyes to the blood and the mangled flesh? No, you are
entranced, enchanted, gleeful at the lurid picture of violent death and slaughter.

For this is your destiny, this your only satisfaction. You are born to die and die you must, and death for
you must be utterly cataclysmic. Your very soul demands it.

WAR is your natural bent, your blood brother. You know him, understand him and love him, as nothing
else in all creation. With him life becomes worthwhile because it becomes death. WAR is your fulfilment.
In WAR you are strong, courageous, vital, dynamic. In WAR you are the soul of action and the source of
boundless energy. In WAR the rules are destruction, and with destruction you are your true self. Creation
is alien to your nature, but destruction, devastation, violent mutilation of the flesh and the laying waste of all
the land; these are concepts you can understand, these are actions to which you can give yourself with
body, mind and soul, and revel in the joys of their fulfilment. They are your meat and drink, as essential to
you as the air you breathe. WAR is your life blood, you have proved it so.

So rise, Man, and be joyful! For WAR you shall have in abundance. Pretend no more to seek after sterile
peace, that holds no pleasure for your active soul. Revel in the multiple delights of WAR. Feel the
bloodlust rising in your veins, the mounting, tense anticipation of the moment before battle is joined. Feel
the firm grip on the sword hilt, the cold hardness of the steady gun butt. Smell the blood and the cordite.
Hear the battle cries mingled with the screams of those that die. And see the surging of the armies joined
in mortal combat, and the smoke, the all enveloping smoke that swirls and billows, and then hangs
suspended, blotting out the sun. And know where man's fulfilment lies. Know that life is worthless unless it
is lived in the very teeth of death, that peace is nothing except as a fleeting moment in the midst of WAR,
that love is empty save as a transitory oasis in a world of violent hatred, that to create is only meaningful in
order to destroy.

I, SATAN, stand for WAR. I glory in WAR. I glory in the magnificence of man in battle, man struggling
with life and death, man giving vent to his wrath.

I scorn the weak-will victims of WAR, the hordes of helpless citizens, who cry for mercy as they are
driven from their homes and from their lands. They are the fodder for the monstrous WAR machines, the
fuel that the great engines of death devour in their relentless march over the face of the earth. They
deserve no better than their lot, for they have no strength or courage of their own, no will to rise and fight,
no fire within their souls to drive them into battle. They were born to a futile death, a miserable death, a
worthless feeble destiny of nothing. They were born to be trampled upon, to be cut down by the mighty
sword of the conqueror. And such is their fate, significant only as it is part of the game of WAR.

So Man, waste no more time with crawling on your belly in the dust. Stand up and cast aside the
trappings of a civilised facade. Throw off the cloak of meaningless respectability. Strip yourself bare to the
roots of your bestial nature. Let the animal loose in you. Become as you are: the Beast, naked and proud,
teeth bared and eyes aflame, your feet firm planted on the ground, your face towards the enemy. Release
the Fiend that lies dormant within you, for he is strong and ruthless, and his power is far beyond the
bounds of human frailty.

Come forth in your savage might, rampant with the lust of battle, tense and quivering with the urge to
strike, to smash, to split asunder all that seek to detain you. And cast your eye upon the land before you.
Choose what road of slaughter and violation you will follow. Then stride out upon the land and amongst
the people. Rape with the crushing force of your virility, kill with the devastating precision of your sword
arm, maim with the ruthless ingenuity of your pitiless cruelty, destroy with the overwhelming fury of your
bestial strength, lay waste with the all-encompassing majesty of your power.

And stand supreme upon the earth, lord of all creation by the right of conquest. And burn what offends
your eye, eradicate what spoils your pleasure, take all unto yourself and punish most cruelly and without
mercy all who seek to stay your hand. For the world can be yours, and the blood of men can be yours to
spill as you please. And you can have your pleasure of the world through violence and the wielding of the
sword. And your lust can stride upon the face of the land, taking whatever it desires and discarding the
empty husks when you've sucked them dry.

WAR and violence are your heritage, and now is the time to stake your claim upon them, to unmask the
lurking shadows of your fiendish soul, expose them, hold them like banners before you, and shout your
battle cry before the world.

SATAN'S army is ready in the field and slaughter is the order of the day. For I, SATAN, am master of
the world, and My law is death. Who follows Me must ultimately conquer all. For I am the master of
WAR, the lord of all conquest, and the ruler of all violent conflict.

Hear My voice, for the time is short. The ultimate phase of WAR is about to begin. Be there in the
forefront of the line of battle. Be not a worthless pawn, a feather blown by the wind. Be not still. Ask not
for peace and rest for these can be no more. And stillness is already of the past. Seek not to be left alone,
to escape the burning slaughter of the holocaust, to hide from the final wrath of the vengeful Gods. But rise
and march to the centre of the raging chaos. Defy the cataclysm! Don your gleaming armour and stride
with the engines of death. And watch the gradual spreading of the slow disease. See the lingering death of
the latest phase of WAR. And revel in the agonies of man brought low, man deprived, man humiliated,
man trampled into the ground, and utterly degraded to the point of dismal decay and a futile death. And
gorge yourself on the horrors of irretrievable loss; the miserable fate of the victims that still remain, the
helpless bewilderment of their despair, the pitiful cries of their useless supplication and the wailing anguish
of their bereavement. And grind your heel into the face of their stupidity.

Burn the chaff of humanity! For such is its desire and its desert. And dance the dance of a dervish around
the leaping flames.

Again I say; Release the Fiend within you!

Release the Fiend! Release the Fiend!

And the Fiend shall conquer, and the chaff be burned.

The Fiend shall slake his monstrous lust upon the helpless body of the wasted earth. And the chaff shall be
consumed.

The Fiend shall wield a mighty cutlass, and the land shall be lifeless in his wake. And the chaff shall blow
as smoke in the wind of his passing.

The Fiend shall devastate the earth, and his mighty roar shall rock the heavens so that the very stars shall
feel his presence. And the chaff shall vanish and be forgotten.

I, SATAN, shall stalk with the Fiend. We shall stalk the earth together, lending strength to the flashing
sabre and unerring accuracy to the speeding missile. We shall be on every battle ground and every scene
of devastation. And our might shall be on the side of the mighty; strength for strength, power for power.
And to him who possesses, more shall be given. On him who destroys with power, a greater power for
destruction shall be bestowed. And for him who massacres with strength, more victims for his ruthless
slaughter shall be provided. But he that has nothing, and wilts before the rising tide of WAR, from him
shall be taken even the little that he has. For such is his desire and his desert. And even what strength he
has to plead for mercy shall be denied him, and his tongue shall disobey him at the final moment, and he
shall be cut down.

And the mother that pleads weakly for her child shall see it slain before her. And the woman that pleads
palely for her miserable virtue shall be struck down and raped. And he that fearfully pleads for his life shall
be cut to pieces.

The final march of doom has begun. The earth is prepared for the ultimate devastation. The
mighty engines of WAR are all aligned and brought together for the End. The scene is set. The
Lord LUCIFER has sown the seeds of WAR, and now weeps to see them take root and
flourish in the fertile ground of man's destructive nature. The Lord JEHOVAH decrees the End
and the violence of End. He prophesies the harvest of monumental slaughter. And I, the Lord SATAN,
with My army of the damned, am come to reap that harvest, and to feed My furnace with the souls of the
fearful.

For in the great cataclysm of the latter days shall the world be split, and man shall be divided. And those
who are weak in spirit and mind, those who cringe and cry out to be spared, those who adopt the air of
the victim, the sick demeanor of the lost and helpless, those who crawl and crumble, tremble with abject
terror and complain that others but themselves controlled their destiny, those who bewail their sad
predicament and disclaim all responsibility for their fate, they are the dross of the universe, the useless
futile miserable dross, that stands for nothing, lives for nothing, aims for nothing and shall ultimately receive
nothing. For they shall be swept away in the whirlwind of the great disaster, they shall be scattered like
dust upon the ground, and then caught up in a mighty vortex and sucked into the depths of Hell.

And the strong and the mighty and the ruthless, creatures of the Fiend that follow him, they shall stand at
the core of the raging chaos, spreading death around them and embracing it themselves like a long lost
brother. And those that die in the glory of battle, those that kill before they die, those that meet death as
an equal and not as a pale grey supplicant, those that stay proud and strong, and die as they have lived,
those that revel in the sheer delights of death instead of fleeing helpless before its inexorable avalanche,
they are My people, the men of SATAN, born of the underworld and reared in the dark chasms of the
Pit. And these shall be My army at the End; rank upon rank of black-hearted angels from the depths of
Hell.

And when the great holocaust of man's destruction sweeps over the face of the earth, destroying all before
it, then shall My army appear, streaming up from the bowels of the world and following in the wake of the
all-consuming fire.

And the land shall be black. No tree shall stand green and elegant rising from the ground. Here and there
a blackened stump will mark the passing of a forest. And all shall be charred and scorched, and nothing
remain, save a monstrous festering wound that can never heal. And the earth shall open, and Hell shall be
freed from within.

And fire shall spring forth and cover the land, and behind the fire the army of SATAN shall spread
through the blackened world to occupy it. And all the hideous creatures of the Pit shall be given the
freedom of the earth, and I, SATAN, shall rule the world in might and majesty as is My right. And Mine
who fought and died or fought and did not die, Mine who took pleasure in the final cataclysm, who stood
in the midst of the chaos and reveled in the might of WAR, Mine shall not be forgotten. For they shall
have earned their heritage.

And the world shall belong to Me, for it will be Mine by conquest. SATAN in man shall have triumphed
at the End, and the earth shall be My footstool. And those who have walked with Me shall rule with Me.
And those who have fought by My side shall sit by My side in majesty.

Go forth! Prepare for the day of reckoning!

And he that shall meet the day steeped in the blood of his enemies shall be raised up and magnified in
strength and power. He that shall be found in the very midst of battle, reeking of death, lip curled in
ultimate defiance, shall be reborn to rule immortal in the world of SATAN. But he that is seen to run and
hide, he that is heard to cry out for mercy, he that collapses in helpless despair, all shall be doomed to
endless torment for their weakness.

And the earth shall be utterly destroyed and the sky polluted, and darkness shall cover the land. Corpses
shall litter the ground, and cities, laid waste, shall smoulder lifelessly. No creature of the natural order shall
be left to witness the devastation. But monsters of the Pit shall stalk the land. And My people shall be
rulers of this world of death.

And from this scorched and blackened citadel, the eyes of My people shall look outwards to the universe.
And when the time shall come, I, SATAN, shall again gather My army together, and with the power
vested in My shattered world, I shall set forth in conquest of the stars.

And I shall spread terror through the universe. And My people shall go before Me, and WAR shall spring
up in every corner of the vast incalculable multitude of worlds that stretches beyond time itself.

And as I shall rule the world, and My people with Me, so shall I rule the universe, and My might and My
power shall know no bounds. And the stars shall be Mine and the planets also. By the incontrovertible
right of superior strength shall the whole universe come under My jurisdiction.

And I, SATAN, shall destroy the universe. For My destruction shall reach out like a cancer from the earth
and spread its taint of slaughter and decay amongst the stars, till all is destroyed, all matter dead and
mutilated to unchangeable lifelessness. Then shall I be free and all My people; when all matter is
destroyed, all physical existence crushed to a formless pulp.

Then shall we roam eternity unshackled by the burden of material creation. For when we cease to lie
beneath the world of men, submerged in a morass of putrid flesh, when we have plumbed its depths,
wallowed in its screeching senses, ripped it apart and thereby burst from its crippling clutches, then shall
we transcend its boundaries and rise to the utmost heights of spiritual fulfilment.

For I, SATAN, embody both lowest and highest. I am the God of both ultimate destruction and ultimate
creation. Mine are the hideous black demons of the Pit, and Mine also are the white angelic hordes that
transcend heaven itself. I am the epitome of both death and life. I am the body in the depths of dark
depravity, and I am the soul in the heights of sublime spiritual ecstasy. The legions of the damned are of
Me, as is the great company of archangels. And when the bonds of matter hold Me no more, then shall I
and My people, My army, My legions, all My followers, rise from the depths of the blackness of the Pit
and transcend the stars.

I am the body and the soul of man. Whilst the Fiend of the body is enslaved by the fearful mind, the soul is
imprisoned. Only when the Fiend is released can the soul be free.

So I, SATAN, am come to release the Fiend, to let him loose upon the earth for the latter days, so that
the world shall end with nothing less than the ultimate destruction of total WAR. And those who accept
the End and play their part together with the Fiend in bringing about the End, those who stand proud and
fearless in the midst of the End and wield with Me the sword of ultimate destruction, they shall rule with
Me when humanity is dead, and after seek freedom with Me in the conquest of the universe. But those
who seek to stay My hand, to chain the Fiend, to cripple the engines of death and prevent the inevitable
End, they shall be doomed to failure; dismal, futile, worthless failure. For the End must be, and none shall
prevent or postpone it.

So rise and prepare for the final battle. Stand proud in the monstrous presence of violent death, and sound
the trumpets of WAR.

Invoke the cataclysm!

And on the signal, when the heavens burst and a burning, blinding, raging, all-enveloping fury sweeps the
earth:

Release the Fiend!

And stride with SATAN'S army to the End.

This is from the endpage Published by
of the original Satan on
War document. As it is The Process
around 30 years old, Balfour Place
contacting this address or Mayfair London W.1.
phone number is strongly Tel. 01.493.4741/2
discouraged. Abrupt is
not responsible for abuse
or misuse of this
information. Printed by 2 Printers Ltd Wealdstone Middlesex

MeeknMing, this is a perfect place to post your rat extermination graphic arts!

I'm running behind Grampa, but I finally caught up to ya.....

I'm a GOOD 'RAT !

"Al Queda in Strike Mode!!"

"...al Qaeda is in an "execution phase" and is poised to strike on U.S. soil or attack Americans overseas. Tenet also said that al Qaeda is regrouping and poses a danger as serious as in the months leading up to last year's Sept. 11 attacks. "The threat environment we find ourselves in today is as bad as it was last summer, the summer before 9/11," Tenet said. "It is serious. They've reconstituted; they are coming after us; they want to execute attacks."

Heads up, FReepers...MUD

"Sodom Begs His Sheeple Not To Forsake Him!!"

"Saddam said, "I must say that the evil will not end until it's defeated, a comprehensive defeat that, God-willing, will be imminent." "

Prescient words by Sodom, much to his dismay...MUD

"Link to Activism"

ACU Members, Friends, Supporters, and Activists:

When the nefarious trade-anything folks at Enron got busted for cooking the books to increase the value of their stock and ultimately defraud investors, our government’s General Services Administration (GSA) made the right decision when it suspended that corporation from doing business with the U.S. Government. GSA has the responsibility of investigating and reviewing companies who want to do business with the federal government. They do so to insure that no government agency enters into contracts with companies that have records of unsatisfactory business and ethical practices or are engaged in Enron-like fraudulent conduct.

"As such, when it became clear that the accounting firm of Arthur Anderson was complicit in the cooking of the Enron books, the GSA suspended that firm as well. Currently, the GSA is exploring the suspension of additional companies engaged in fraudulent conduct—such as WorldCom and Qwest—who appear to deserve the same fate as Enron and Arthur Anderson.

"What we don’t understand is why GSA is not holding Telecommunications giant Global Crossing to that same standard. It’s clear Global Crossing has engaged in the same conduct, and we believe should be held to the same standard. As you may recall Democrat National Committee Chairman Terry McAuliffe’s invested $100,000 in Global Crossing, and since the company was cooking the books, McAuliffe’s investment yielded a whopping $18 million. Is some Clinton-holdover putting Global Crossing on his “to-do list” instead of doing his job and SUSPENDING the corporation?

"ACU believes that any company that engages in fraudulent conduct—regardless of who runs the company or who is invested in it—should be held to a common standard of accountability. Write an email to our friends at the GSA, and ask them why they won’t suspend Global Crossing: a company that operated with the same administrative dishonesty as Enron, WorldCom, or Arthur Anderson.

"Urge the GSA to delist Global Crossing. We don’t want our government entering into business relationships with ANY company engaging in unethical and fraudulent behavior, and until the GSA acts, the possibility that government contracts will be signed still exists. Tell them to FINISH THE JOB WITH GLOBAL CROSSING."

"The Enron-fallout cloud that lingers still affects our economy, and is clearly an issue people will be considering as they go into the ballot boxes on the first Tuesday in November. So do your part, and log onto www.conservative.org and tell the GSA not to forget about Global Crossing: the unethical company that helped Bill Clinton’s moneyman Terry McAuliffe turn $100,000 into $18 million—on the backs of those company’s shareholders and employees. "Be Active. Be Heard."

Might wanna mention that Global Crossing's now controlled by the Chi-Com's and is not to be trusted for any US Military and/or Civil applications!!

FReegards...MUD

"Black's DAWG!!"
(To be sung to Led Zeppelin's "Black Dog")

Hey, Slick Willie, yer a TREAS'NOUS FOOL!!
Gon' make Bill sweat...Slick's Mudboy's Tool!!
Medyuh's VILE, way they ignore Left's stink...
Gon' make Slick burn, gon' make Left sting.
Hey, Slick Willie, didja think you'd git away?!!
Boy, yer such a trip...still, Prison's yer Fate!!

Oh yeah, oh yeah ah, ah, ah~ah.
Oh yeah, oh yeah ah, ah, ah~ah.

Right's gotta roll...we shan't stand still,
Once Justice starts...next, we'll git Bill!!
"If ya do the crimes", Ashcroft said,
"We'll catch you, 'cuz Truth ain't dead!!"

Ah-ah. Ah-ah. Ah-ah.
Ah-ah. Ah-ah. Ah-ah. Ahhh__.

Heh Terry, "PUNK" McAuliffe...Slick's petty "lady".
Lib'rals, watch US do it now!!
Slick Willie, yer a Traitor, you Evil Rapist,
Fear yer Fate...Right's Rollin' Now!!

Folks, won't take too long 'fore Slick finds out
What FReepers mean by "Take Slick Out!!"
Takes my money, scratched my car,
Started tellin' MUD's FRiends, Slim's just gone too far!!
Yes, I know, Right must be Bold...
RATS' red-necked Lib'rals ain't got no soul.

Oh yeah, oh yeah hah, ah, hah~ah.
Oh yeah, oh yeah hah, ah, hah~ah.
Oh yeah, oh yeah hah, ah, hah~ah.
Oh yeah, oh yeah hah, ah, yeah.

All I ask for...all I pray,
Dubyuh's Rollin' Justice gon' come Slick's way!!
Need no Lib'rals...no Feds to hold my hand,
Git Left outta my Life, make me a happy man!!

Ah-ah. Ah-ah. Ah-ah.
Ah-ah. Ah-ah. Ah-ah. Ahhh__.

Ohhh ye-ah.
Justice makes US do it now.
Yeah-yeah. Yeah-yeah. Yeah-yeah.
FReepers shake 'em do it now.
Babe! Babe!
Wooh, keep doin' it babe.

[ Busted. ] Hey.
[ Busted. ] Hey.
[ Busted. ] Hey.
[ Busted. ] Hey.

[ Busted. ] Hey~yeah.
[ Busted. ] Hey~yeah.
[ Busted. ] Hey~yeah. Oooh~yeah.

Oooh~ahh. [( Well done. )]

Justice makes US do it now.
FReedom lets US do it now.

Work in progress...Mudboy Slim

Molon Labe, friend !!

Here ya go !!

WAAAHHH-HOOOOOOOOOOO..."America's First Black President"?!!

Wonder how black conservatives feel about that?!

FReegards...MUD

Great catch! Hugs!