Read this, you Bolsheviks...

I was shocked to discover that Toronto has three Freikorps formations.

They hang out in smoky lodges, where they flaunt the smoking bylaws and puff in public. The police never lay charges ... because so many of them are members. All if not only some.

They drink strong Canadian beer, watch the Leafs lose, and become surly. The scowl and growl. They stuff their butts out in each others drinks, trying to start fights.

Whenever the Toronto Maple Leafs lose at hockey, a group of three to seven take off in vehicles to abduct and degrade some minority. They are taken to a ring, a small arena, where they are made to fight dogs, or other people. The Freikorps men just laugh and smoke; they are watching people and pets suffer. They eat sausages and eggs and chips. They are the currently bad type of collectivist.

There are a few hundred of these scary beings. Thousands of them in the farm country. Thousands.

Bob, the Squire of Erin, builds tanks in his basement. This year, he is making a prototype from Popular Home Armored Fighting Vehicle Maker Magazine.

It gets worse.

I know that you know that I know that talking about electro-shock, outside of the context of theatre, is disturbing. So, I infrequently mention this subject. I no longer would publish some links to neither 'make your own electro-shock equipment', nor 'how to use your electro-shock equipment', nor 'how to profit from owning and using your own set of electro-shock equipment'. No, not here.

But, these Freikorps people, they use electro-shock. They can process around twenty people an evening. They are doing this now. They are taking control of not only Toronto, but also Etobicoke, and Agincourt.

Are you ready for the minions of The Evil Collectivists?

They will come for you, Bolshevik. They will come for you in the night. As you sit in your obesity, oppressing others by your presence, like a spoonful of butter in your pocket, from your featherbed you will be awoken. You will be trussed and gagged. Then you will be taken to Gestapo Headquarters. If you are a leather fetishist, with a taste for masochism, you will enjoy this experience.

You will tell everything you know to the blue-eyed Lars. That will be towards the end.

Now, this is coming for you, Bolshevik.

I, Fenris Badwulf, humble servant of You, The People of Mitchieville, wrote this.