Wrath of the Wendigo

by Clay Martin

“Colonel Tonn, on behalf of the people of that land, said no. He and his people wanted to be left alone. Your government ordered them, on pain of prison, to comply. Therefore, violence was the only possible outcome.”

“After 2020 and 2022, they realized what you still have yet to learn: voting no longer worked. The process was captured. Rigged.

“He was eventually woke up to the truth of the idea, first popularized in America by the iconic Smedley Butler in his book War Is a Racket and seemingly rediscovered by each generation since, that modern wars are fought for the benefit of stockholders and politicians, and rarely anyone else. Do you know the book?”

“A very important lesson in and of itself: never let live a coward you have humiliated. He may recover his balls enough to shoot you in the back.”

“The easiest tell was in how a system handled power. Both sought power; that is nature. The light side sought to diffuse power throughout its people. This is important; it’s part of free will. A tenet of the good.

“Evil sought to consolidate power, control it, and use it to enslave others. It liked to have powerful narcissists at its apex, self-loathing enough to hate themselves, but sick enough to punish and humiliate those below them in hierarchy—and above all, who desired control of others.

“But it failed badly at scale. The American people had been so well protected since 1900 that they no longer knew danger in the slightest. Decade after decade without a natural predator to trim the deadwood had turned them into herd animals. All they wanted to do was chew their cud and watch television.

One of the traits of a truly great commander is his ability to pick equally great subordinates, and to have the wisdom to listen to them.

“And Christianity in twenty-first-century America created some very real problems. It had been infiltrated and corrupted not only in moral stature, but in belief. Its doctrines had been twisted in a manner that would have made it unrecognizable to nineteenth-century men.

Nothing was too far. ‘Judge not, lest ye be judged’ slowly allowed the destruction of marriages, families, and any form of moral conviction. Once Christianity bent the knee to the first secular social justice, it found it very hard to get back up.

“Doctrinal issues existed as well. ‘Therefore render to Caesar the things that are Caesar’s, and to God the things that are God’s’ had been taught to many as not to interfere by injecting morality into the affairs of government. A supposedly vastly Christian nation had let a minority of godless communists run circles around them, repealing prohibitions on indecency, pornography, and adultery.

“Christianity largely had been cucked as an institution. Their last vestiges of real power, the Evangelical Right, died in scandals of cocaine, hookers, and luxury yachts in the ’80s.

“What was needed was some old-school hard-line Christians. The Christians that had tamed a continent, broken the backs of such warrior races as the Comanche and Apache. Christians that would spend seven hundred years driving the Moors out of Spain. Christians that would reconquer the Holy Land no matter how much blood and treasure it took. Christians that said things like, ‘Caedite eos. Novit enim Dominus qui sunt eius.’”

The lion and the bear may be mightier beasts, but the wolf does not perform in the circus.”

“A soldier is a mix of the two. He exists in a gray area of morality, where ends do often justify the means. He will be required to be an executioner, often based on gut feeling in place of hard facts. And he will have to live with that ambiguity. While serving the greater good, no matter the cost. That alone would break the psyche of a man forged at his core to be a lawman.

“What was left was the petty tyrants. Men who had picked up the badge solely for the power it imbibed. As an agent of the state, they were granted authority over the masses. This power in the hands of the egotistical and petty naturally attracted bullies. Small fief masters that did the job for the thrill of having authority, and a promise of more as they moved up the ranks.

“The first, of high-carbon steel. It was monthly dipped in salt water, and never rinsed. The rust and corrosion inherent in the process served as a reminder that decay eventually took all things. This blade was used to kill traitors, and for nothing else.

The wild and sovereign men of all time know this. Make them afraid to leave their fortresses, and the battle is half won.”

Using social media, it became easy to pick the child touchers and child toucher defenders that were most vocally pushing the satanic idea of normalizing pedophilia. Turning them off permanently shattered their followings, and kept their voices out of the mainstream. If none of those were available, no one was going to miss a random off the sex offender registry. Which over time drove them further and further away from civilization.

“The Chinese forced a vegetarian diet on their own population centuries ago to keep them weak and docile. It worked, to a point, until it blew up in their faces.

By the time of the Mongol invasion, the average Chinese soldier was astounded by the size and ability of his Mongol counterpart. A diet of yak milk and steaks had made him a different species. That plus the first coordinated mobile artillery in the form of archery from horseback, and the Mongols routinely beat Chinese armies where they were outnumbered ten to one, or more. That is brains and brawn, fueled by being at the top of the food chain. Tofu and bean sprouts do not create a warrior race.

Crammed into one tiny ski town were individuals commanding over trillions of dollars in assets, not to mention control of Goliath companies. The local airport hosted more private jets than most nations have in an air force. They had come to rub elbows and make deals, immune to the suffering of the little people in a crumbling economy.

hammerblow. A four-man team with Barrett semiauto fifty-caliber rifles hit the airfield hosting Omega Force. The helicopters on the landing pad were the target, sitting ducks for men that knew the weak points. We had no desire to engage your soldiers, merely to take them off the field. Within a minute both airframes were destroyed beyond hope, while another team blew the only bridge up the valley.

“And they would have to. For decades, the brawler class of the US military was largely filled by the South and West. With the post-2020 shift in priorities, it was rapidly apparent such troops would no longer volunteer to fight their wars. Deeply religious Southern men had no interest in showering with transgenders and fighting for a rainbow flag on every embassy.

The sons of good Catholic families were not going off to die for the privilege of exporting abortion rights and access to sodomy. Your army was hollow, and getting worse by the second.

You know what the difference is between a sheepdog and a wolf? Domestication. We both have fangs. You bite who your masters tell you to. Wolves are sovereign. They bite who they wish, and no one can call them off.”

“Tecumseh Sherman said it best, during his march to the sea in 1864. War is cruelty, and it cannot be refined.”

“This should all be obvious in retrospect. The leaders moving the fastest on the Great Reset were the fools. The shrewd players dragged their feet, calculating every move to weaken their population, but slower than their potential opponents.

The irony was succulent when your UN ambassador raised holy hell about Russian intervention in a sovereign nation’s affairs. His Russian counterpart walking to the podium, taking a sip of his chilled water glass, and activating his presentation on the main screen. A forty-five-minute cut of your president, congressmen, and senators bragging about how many dollars and weapons they had sent to Ukraine.

“We would fight like the Apache. Striking only when and where success was assured, and our odds of casualties were low. Antithetical to the Western way of war, teaching our troops to never press the attack. No matter how tempting it might be to seize an objective, it was never worth the cost of our blood. Our numbers were too few. A death on our part was as costly as a hundred for you.

“Though we fought like Apache, we picked our targets like the Vietnamese. We only attacked targets that had high economic, logistical, or PR impact.

“We had very limited reach in Europe at the time, and used it all for Klaus Schwab. A Finnish sniper, infiltrated by an allied organization in the German armed forces, handled the hit. His price was the extraction of him and his family, and lands in the North of Cascadia. A price well worth paying for us.

“The G-650 full of BlackRock executives was merely a target of opportunity. It only killed twenty of them, and not even the CEO, but it garnered us some amazing PR.

“But more importantly, it changed how your elites behaved. They realized the danger in gathering together in physical space in significant numbers, Darwinism at work. To put it simply: we made them afraid, and fearful people retreat and hide. Which is what they did.

“In the immortal words of Commander James Eliasson, how do you defeat technology? You hit it with a brick. While the hubs of workers in cubicles might be on the Eastern Seaboard, most of the server farms holding the data were in unassuming warehouses across the Midwest. Cheap land and cheap electricity made it the most viable location.

“Sure, they can’t perhaps pick them off the street at will. But plenty of very attractive women are willing to line up for whatever slim chance they have at having a taste of that power. The fact their own sexual coin has been cheapened to near worthlessness means nothing, except perhaps they will pony up more of it to stay at the table.

“It sounds great, but it also severs the connection they start out seeking. Debasing the currency means it has no value, and any excitement about normal carnal pleasures soon wanes. Like a drug, very soon they need more. Or something new, something a mortal couldn’t have on his best day.

“However, this soon loses its luster as well. The depravity might hold them for a bit, but it’s never enough. So the next evolution is into things no mortal could ever afford. Things so forbidden, their cost is almost impossibly high. Things so degenerate there would still be consequences if you were caught. And acts, which if they are known, secure your allegiance to a group.

“This is where the cult behavior comes in. It starts as fun and games, but before long shared crimes have bound them to whatever group knows it happened.

“Burning children you bought from the third world to please your gods? The peasants would string you up from a lamppost if they knew. They find the secrecy enticing. The fact that it still, and always, holds ...

“And the fact that these new kinks cannot be engaged at will keeps it fresh. You can’t rape children at a hotel in Nebraska; the locals would put your head on a pike. You need to go to a special island in the Caribbean...

“The taboo involved also keeps them cohesive, binds them together. It separates the classes in a way nothing else could. By the time they know what is happening, they are already too deep to ever get out. If they tried, the rest of the group would have absolutel...

“That is the critical difference. Your elites are playing an entirely different game than you, and the price of admission is far beyond what most will pay.