Your Local High School, part 3

At one time, we passed on our culture in Your Local High School. Part of that lost knowledge was: you judge a tree by its fruits.




As I looked upon the flags of the world and the food stained walls, I realized that this place produces a fruit that the gardener does not acknowledge. Like many of the students who hip-hop under the Respect Each Other sign, this fruit has no father to claim them. The fruit of this, Your Local High School, is a society that will not invade foreign countries for imperialistic domination. There are no warriors here to storm Vimy Ridge. And then again, there is no one to defend it, either. The fruit of this place has no stones.

As such, the society that is created by Your Local High School is ripe for conquest. And, as those of us with ability have ability, and part of having ability is survival, then it behooves those of us who actually make the mass transit run and the food banks filled, to hitch our wagons to whoever is going to take over. This period of health care crisis, crime crisis, and welfare spending crisis, will end. Some Stalin somewhere is pulling the strings to push out the Old Imperialists, and replace it with the New Imperialists, with Stalin in charge, once again. For all those youth in school that are choosing activism over ability, they are reserving a bunk in Auschwitz, 2100 edition. Since I do not want to be a useless mouth on the conveyor belt to the soap facility, it behoves me to ignore the Tapeworm culture that is destroying my society, and find and join the alien wolf pack that plans on replacing it.

Much as the Vimy-Ridge Canadian culture was destroyed from within by appeasement and infiltration, using telemarketing methods, so too can we infiltrate and destroy the culture behind Your Local High School. What they have done, we can do. We have several advantages: we have jobs, we are employable, and we are more intellegent. The tactics and strategy are well documented. We do not need a leadership cadre, all we need is us, the extended Wolf Pack of Wolf-Canadian village people who live in harmony with nature etcetera etcetera. Yes, the Chimpanzee-Canadians and the Bonobo-Canadians have hooted and tossed feces on the abandoned ruins of a dead culture, but that is the extent of their possible contribution. They are hooters and fece tossers. Sorry, but the Wolves need to eat, they want to have healthy Wolf Packs with little Wolf Cubs, and like to assemble in Wolf congregations, and worship the God of the Wolves, who is a Lord of Hosts, certainly. To this is added a quantum technological change: the internet. The internet is the printing press of our time. You know what the printing press did, even if our Tapeworm-Canadians do not (a weakness of their Grade eight reading level, alas).

Your Local High School is a wonderful thing. It produces no armies of aggression, but it cannot stop them, either. Who do you want to occupy your town? Why not you, yourself? I like the idea. They cannot stop you. They cannot stop anything. If Toronto cannot stop gangbangers with an IQ of 60, what about you, who can read and balance a cheque book? If you move their feed dish, they will starve. So, take a deep breath, and think about The Newer World Order. You know the buttons to push, so push them.

I, Fenris Badwulf, wrote this at Mitchieville and DustMyBroom.