Date: Fri, 14 May 1999 00:11:11 -0500
To: "Khazarl Worden" (wolfeyes@cdsnet.net)
From: Martin Lindstedt (mlindste@jscomm.net)
Cc: Mike Kemp (minutemn@internetpro.net), EtFD (ewolfe@involved.com),
"The Greater Khazaristan Times&Tattler" (Editor@Vigo-Examiner.com),
"Jim Barnes" (patriot@vallnet.com), jfloyd@airnet.net,
freewolf@rocketship.com, opf@illusions.com,
OutPostofFreedom@list.illusions.com, chuck@christiancommonlaw-gov.org
Subject: His Name Was Khazarl and He Was A Monster [Re: who is the author?]
From: Martin Lindstedt (mlindste@jscomm.net)
At 12:53 PM 5/13/99 -0700, wolfeyes-in-Khazar-clothing wrote:
>I'm going to make a prediction that is virtually certain to come true:
>When someone holds such toxic psychological poisons within them, as
>Martin Lindstedt does, it seems they always die real slow from cancer,
>like it's eating them from the inside out. Carl F. Worden
>
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Really Khazarl, what freudian Khazar bullshit you peddle. Besides,
I certainly am the very last person who is politically self-repressed.
You are the one with a repression problem, as every time you vent
your true feelings in a public forum, The Greater Khazaristan
Times&Tattler ends up having to shove them into the old memory hole
of Orwell's. Perhaps TGKT&T had ought to set up a necessity atop its
gaping memory hole, put a little building around it, carve a little
half-moon on the door, call it the "Or-well" and open it to the
public.
Khazarl, what are you dying from, then? Anticipated withdrawal
from White America? Anticipated social-parasite dip poisoning?
Revelation anxiety? Racial Nationalist penis envy?
See: http://www.mo-net.com/~mlindste/kz021199.html
I remember that you posted to The Greater Khazaristan Times&Tattler
an article in which you boasted about how as a cowardly little shit a
plan by which you hid pins and needles inside a lump of modelling clay.
The Title of which was: "His Name Was Marcus, And He Was A Monster."
Jim Barnes posted a response, and it was so telling that The Greater
Khazaristan Times&Tattler immediately shoved your article down the old
memory hole. Seems like it really put a lie to your professed
churchianity, Khazarl, and that of the infilltraitors and sneaks around
you.
Frankly Khazarl, you hate White People. You really hate those of us
who are fighting to restore White America for White People. I point out
that if you hate us so much, you simply have no right to live as a
parasite off of us and among us. We neither want nor need to have
you around. Go live among those you serve. Practice what you preach.
As for your character, let me point out to something in which you
were an author, and which you and the Greater Khazaristan Times hid --
and for good reason when it was pointed out to the morally blind like
yourself: The above-mentioned article which was pulled by TGKT&T.
The fact of the matter is that you are loyalists only to a form of
government -- the CONstitution -- which is a document giving absolute
power to evil imperialists with minimal responsibility for that
power. You imperialists hate the thought of Khazars not getting to
impose genocide upon Whites, and rightly regard a growing White
Nationalist movement restoring power to White People and a Christian
Identity religion which strips Khazars from their bogus claim of being
the LORD's Chosen People with fear and loathing. Which is to be
expected. One should not expect America's internal parasites to love
being purged.
Alexander Solzhenitsyn in "The Gulag Archepelago" described what
happened to the criminals who used to oppress the political prisoners
when they were segregated in their own camps. They sickened and died.
Similarly Khazarl and The Greater Khazaristan Times&Tattler are
suffering from advance notification of their parasitic expulsion.
Snarl, Khazarl, snarl. Snarl at the nasty garlic, wolfsbane,
crucifixes, wooden stakes, holy water and silver bullets. Gimme
me a snarl as well.
--Martin Lindstedt
Resistance Political Front
Resistance Internal Security
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Subject: [resistancepoliticalfront] Re: His Name was Marcus, and he was a
Monster
I have held my tongue on several occasions when the Vigo-Examiner has
allowed Carl Worden to editorialize on subjects such as what a fine and
honorable person he is for being a good little criminal regime
collaborator. I have wondered how such individuals come about, and now
Carl has shared the answer with us.
Yes, Carl, there was a day in America when " Kids were supposed to work
things out between themselves ......" It was a day in which boys were
expected and encouraged to become brave, honorable, responsible men. To
your father's credit, you have indicated that he was such a man.
Hopefully he never knew what a cowardly, depraved child he sired. As he
tried to teach you, there are much worse things in life than
facing pain and adversity. By facing such things a boy grows to be a
man and gains respect from both peers and self.
Part of the problem today may be that "staff will now intervene if
they see things getting physical." My family moved often as I grew
up. I attended more schools than I spent years in public schools.
One of the rituals for the new kid in those days was to determine
where he stood in the pecking order. A new challenger was waiting
at the end of each school day. To run away or hide would simply
relegate one to being constantly tormented by bullies. There were
many times I wished to stay home "sick," because I had been hurt
defending myself the previous day, but my father taught me, as yours
attempted to teach you, that one must never run from adversity.
This sometimes ended before I was beaten, because the next boy
would declare a truce. Other times I suffered bruises, a bloody nose,
and/or black eyes. I didn't start fights, though I sometimes
interceded against a bully hurting a smaller child, but I never ran
from a fight. At each school, I left friends among every clique;
bookworms, jocks, and hoodlums alike.
All that seems to matter today is that children "feel good" about
themselves without effort or accomplishment; that they have self
respect without work, pain, responsibility, or adversity. Feelings
are more important than actions today. This is the evil which causes
the atrocities, both those committed by our children and ourselves
through our illegitimate, tyrannical government.
You state that "My strict Christian upbringing prevented me from
even considering taking one of my dad's guns to school to end the
torment." Don't kid yourself, Carl. By virtue of the cowardly,
despicable action you describe, and the fact you still take pride in
it today ("Heh, heh." I believe is your current response), the only
thing separating you from these children is your cowardice. Contributing
this to your "Christian upbringing" should bring universal condemnation
from all who read your missive, except those who share your depravity.
It wasn't the "light went on in my wee brain," Carl. It was the demonic
spirit still in control of your worthless soul.
At one point you state, "I have often wondered if he died as a result
or perhaps lost his hands, and it troubles me." I can tell how much it
bothers you when you think of it, Carl, "Heh, heh." Thus we have the
answer to what created at least one criminal regime collaborator. A
small, frail, weak, cowardly, devious, monster of a child became a
small, detestable adult. Seems Martin Lindstedt had you nailed from
the beginning; doesn't it? You are truly one sick puppy, Khazarl.
James William Barnes
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From: Circ@Vigo-Examiner.com (Circulation@Vigo-Examiner.com)
His Name was Marcus, and he was a Monster
by CARL WORDEN
Carl@Vigo-Examiner.com
The Vigo Examiner
I was in third grade then, 8 years old and I was small and somewhat
frail for my age. Until I was 7 years old, I'd suffered from an
undiagnosed infection that turned out to be inflamed tonsils. The
problem was that in 1956, my tonsils were infected from the rear
and looked normal with visual examination down my throat. They didn't
have advanced diagnostic procedures then, and doctors still made house
calls, so over a full year period I was given 148 shots of penicillin
in my scrawny little 7-year-old ass to suppress the infection until
the cause for it could be determined. On a pure hunch, my doctor
yanked my tonsils (which exploded in his hand) and I began my
recovery. Needless to say, I do not like needles to this day.
Marcus had flunked at least one grade and maybe two, and he was
large for his age. He was aggressive and dominant and mean and
vicious and cruel. I was the smallest and weakest in the class, so
he picked me to be his punching bag. The other kids in the class
were smaller than Marcus too, but they would egg him on to go
after me, perhaps, and probably, because they also feared him and
that would keep his mind off them. I learned a lot about human
nature when I was 8. For almost that entire school year I lived in
pure terror, walking to the elementary school grounds in the morning
using different arrival points to avoid him, and running for my
life when the bell rang, signaling class was over.
I remember it well: When the teacher would turn her back, Marcus
would turn around towards me with an evil grimace on his fat face
and hold his massive, meaty fist up, letting me know what awaited
me at recess.
For me, recess never came. I stayed in the class room every day
and Marcus would wait just outside, hoping I'd emerge so he could
run me down and pin me in front of his adoring fans and spit in my face.
Looking back, I now know the teachers had to have known what was going
on, but they never intervened, not once that I can recall. Kids were
supposed to work things out between themselves in those days. My own
parents seemed incapable of grasping the daily terror I endured. My
father was a big man and would try to teach me how to fight. He'd tell
me all I had to do was fight a bully back just once and he'd leave
me alone after that. Yeah, right: I'd have been crippled for life. But
I did have a brain, and I used it.
In our class, we had what we called "Clay Time". Each desk had a ball
of clay perched on the corner of it, and at the given signal we would
all mold our ball of clay into something creative. Marcus was a master
clay molder and made the very best animals, cars and whatever. He'd
always show off his superior strength by grabbing that huge ball of
clay and mash it repeatedly between his strong hands for all to
see what might happen to their heads if they ever crossed him. That's
when the light went on in my wee brain, but not until nearly the end
of the school year. Heh, heh.
During one of my self-imposed exiles at recess, it occurred to me I had
to do something about Marcus' hands in order to keep them off me.
Brilliant deduction. So I went to the bulletin board and secured every
straight pin I could manage in the time I had. I inserted those pins
in all directions in Marcus' clay ball, carefully molding the clay over
the top of each pin to conceal the trap I'd laid for him. Satisfied
with my work, I returned the clay ball back in it's place on Marcus'
desk and waited for the class to return.
When clay time was announced, Marcus grabbed up his ball and proceeded
to mash it into submission as usual. It took a good three or four mashes
before Marcus let out a blood curdling scream. When I looked up, there
was Marcus with an astonished, horrified look on his face. The pins
were sticking all the way through both hands.
They took Marcus to the nurses station and I never saw him again the
rest of the day. The teacher called an immediate adjournment to regular
class and demanded to know who had done this terrible thing. She looked
around the room at every student, settling her unmistakably alarmed eyes
on me for what seemed an eternity, and then continued to look around the
room. She knew. You could have heard a pin drop. Then she said this was
a terrible, terrible thing to do to someone and finally resigned
herself that no one would cop to the dastardly deed. Class resumed.
The next day, Marcus showed up in class with both hands heavily
bandaged and unable to write. The following day, Marcus was absent and
remained absent through the end of the term. Marcus had gotten a blood
infection from the dirty clay and pins. I never saw Marcus again, even
the following year, and I have often wondered what may have happened
to him. I have often wondered if he died as a result or perhaps lost
his hands, and it troubles me.
Marcus never laid a hand on me again.
My strict Christian upbringing prevented me from even considering
taking one of my dad's guns to school to end the torment. Murder was
out of the question. Obviously, murder is not out of the question
today. Kids have always had access to guns, but they have never felt
unrestrained to use them until now.
I am telling you this story for a reason. Those kids who shot up the
class of '99 at Columbine High School in Littleton, Colorado were
reportedly vilified on a daily basis by so-called "jocks". Maybe they
were gay and maybe they weren't; I don't know. Maybe the constant
drone of disrespect and public rejection finally got to them. I have
no way of knowing if they were subject to physical attacks, but they
might have been. That happens in public schools a lot, and the staff
will now intervene if they see things getting physical, but they still
do not intervene in matters of verbal and emotional abuse. Maybe they
should.
Food for thought.
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My take on "His name was Khazarl and He Was A Monster"
The first thing which must be realized is that Khazarl Worden
probably made all this up. Khazarl has no allegiance to the truth;
in fact he admits that he (probably along with Red Mike Vanderboegh
of the Tri-States Militia/Coalition and Alabama Bureau of Investigation)
supposedly lied about being a "babtized Jew" in order to get me to
reveal that I am a White Nationalist. Then, in triumph Khazarl revealed
that he was not a so-called 'Jew' but really a racial scalawag. Of
course Khazarl's witless 'sting' revealed nothing except that I am
a White Nationalist/Identity Christian and the fact that Khazarl
is an effortless pathological liar, all of which was already known
by people of normal IQ and above.
So the little story above is probably false about what the little
monster Khazarl did, other than it gives a pretty compelling look
at Khazarl's inherent nature. Khazarl is too much of a coward today
to post his picture and name on his own WWW page today. Since the
child is father of the man, can anyone really believe that Khazarl
would have injured the "mythical Marcus" if, as he fantisizes, that
the little skrule teacher and his little classmates knew about the
cowardly deed? Of course not! The story was simply Khazarl's
inner Khazar gloating about getting away with some Khazar nastiness
against powerful goyim, while at the same time living as a quisling
getting special dispensation from the White despots to run a usury
scam against the goyim peasantry. Khazar nature agelessly remains
the same as their Talmud.
("Marcus" seems to be as close to Martin as Khazarl can get
and still not make himself too obvious. Them stupid goyim will
believe 'most any stupid shit if you tell it to them with a straight
face. The ones credulous goyim crucify are the prophets of their own
race sent to tell them the truth.)
But let's get to the real meaning of Khazarl's self-admission
regardless of whether Khazarl's fantasy is really true or not.
Now a normal person listening to little Marcus/Martin's plight
would simply say "What can you expect? A little monster met up with
another little monster more evil than himself!" No sympathy for
either one of them. The consolidation of children into criminal
regimeist indoctrination centers makes this sort of thing predictable,
customary even, in this date and time. (Prisons and skrules are the
government institutions over which the evil empire has the greatest
control and influence.) If I were to say that disturbed underbred
little monsters act out what they have learned is acceptable behavior -
that violence settles anything worth settling - lessons learned
from Hollywierd and the District of the Congo and Jew York, Jew York,
and the criminal regimeist armies of occupation and skrules, nobody
would view me as much of a prophet. These shootings by little
monsters hsve grown increasingly common. In fact, a rash of copy-cat
plottings to do some more of this behavior were in the works, to where
it seems like the beginnings of majoritarian rule. The inmates have
taken over the asylum, and the gubbnmint skrules are an open police
state, complete with armed militarized police and SWAT teams, and
scared-to-death skrule correctional officers. The few kids remaining
with independent minds of their own not destroyed by the indoctrination
mills are increasingly looked upon as dangerous inmates.
Of course the lessons learned from Columbine Heil Skrule were
interesting to those who know what to look for. One of the murderous
little killers was a Khazar, a point deliberately suppressed by the
jewsmedia in favor of blaming it on right-wing Neo-Nazis. That the
shooters may have been homosexuals has also been suppressed -- homos
being a protected victim class. Much has been made that the shootings
occurred on April 20th, Adolph Hitler's birthday. Of course if the
shootings had occurred on April 19th, it would have been tied in to
militia generals instead. Much hysteria is made of the fact that
one negro was shot in that upper-middle class heil skrule, while
ignoring the fact that a real White Nationalist would not have shot
white females. Marilyn Manson, a degenerate Khazar 'musician'
glorifying satanic degeneration as 'cool' in a never-ending river
of cultural sludge is now off the hook. Inanimate objects -- guns --
have been blamed on what moral degenerates do, preparing the way
for further gun control and confiscation and subsequent White civilian
disarmament and genocide. The NRA is busily trying to save the right
to keep and bear arms for rich White suburbanites, ready to jettison
the rights of white 'trailer-trash' as soon as can be quietly arranged.
Now this social distress and imperialist tyranny should not be
worried about overmuch by a White Resistance Movement. In fact,
anything which will tend to escalate the current civil war by
radicalizing and polorizing the White Majority is something to be
desired. If White civilian disarmament is linked to White genocide,
and resistance is equated with criminalization, then there will be
no peace possible and the entire country will become a free-fire
zone, not only impossible to govern, but impossible for the misruling
criminal regimeists to live amongst. Either the king must be destroyed
or the People must be enslaved.
Khazarl's problem is that as a criminal regimeist infilltraitor
working for a criminal regimeist electronic rag, The Greater Khazaristan
Times&Tattler, Khazarl must imitate what he thinks a true patriot would
think. A true patriot is loyal to his nation-state's population, not a
form of government such as the CONstitution which oppresses the People
to further the interests of a foreign alien elite such as the NWO/ZOG.
Being a very good infilltraitor always intent on running to the head of
the parade, Khazarl figgr'd out that the Patriot element likes seeing
upper-middle class racial traitors and scalawags getting comeuppance
from their murderous offspring killing each other off. But since
Khazarl is himself a would-be criminal regimeist eliteist, Khazarl
cannot see this. Yet Khazarl simply had to get to the head of the
parade. So Khazarl did the only thing he could do: Khazarl wrote
an autobiographical short story about the doings of little Khazarl
forty-some years ago.
You see, Khazarl's problem is that in the end Khazarl is only for
himself. Khazarl worships only himself. The entire criminal regimeist
class is only out for themselves. They are thorough Libber'Toons and
Solipsistic Mattoid Anarchy-Fascists. When they get the absolute
power with minimal responsibility granted by the CONstitution, it is
to be understood that they will do any evil deed, impose any tyranny
because the only god they know about is themselves and their own wants.
Hence Khazarl's nasty little fantasy is about what Khazarl did
because it benefitted Khazarl's personal god -- himself. Khazarl
didn't cripple little Marcus/Martin for the good of his friends or
his class or the publik skrule or for anyone other than himself.
Khazarl's sole little castration anxiety was about getting caught by
the skrule teacher making a big deal of the obvious. But Khazarl
deservedly got away with it because Khazarl is one of the elect.
When Khazarl and his regimeist rag, TGKT&T published what was
really an autobiographical account, they were surprized by the natural
revulsion that this article produced. Accordingly, this embarrassing
article was cut by Khazarl and TGKT&T, and shoved down their memory
hole, probably as soon as James Barnes published a response to them
showing how much Khazarl and The Greater Khazaristan Times&Tattler
were out of touch with their Christian, White, supposedly goyim Patriot
readers.
Now James Barnes, as far as I know, is neither White Nationalist
nor Identity Christian. However, he has shown to my satisfaction
by his actions that he is a Resistance soldier and on our side.
Barnes' writing this letter might well reap him the same reward
from TGKT&T as was visited upon the Incomparable James Floyd last
July for his anti-Khazar comedy. Such regimeist paytriots as Claire
Wolfe demanded -- and got -- Floyd's censorship and expulsion from
TGKT&T and from that time on Khazarl Worden was put on the staff
as chief propagandist for The Greater Khazaristan Times&Tattler.
Comparable with other pro-regimeist paytriot rags, this fascist
censorship was called "freedom" and reprinted/archived in TGKT&T as
"Freedomist Paper #1 -- Does Printing Racist Articles Have Any Value?"
The answer, of course, was "no." Racist articles by White racists
has no value to a pro-regimeist underground electronic publication
devoted to subtly advancing a multi-cultural evil empire's agenda.
Nathan Anderson, as Editor of TGKT&T said that censorship was bad
and Claire Wolfe shouldn't get her way al the time, then he dumped
Jim Floyd and hired Khazarl Worden.
By all means, read the original before The Greater Khazaristan
Times&Tattler flushes it too down their "Or-well." They will
probably post a different "Freedomist #1" as opposed to leaving
that place embarrassingly empty. A copy will be retained at
Patrick Henry On-Line as TGKT&T's "TGKT&T's Fascistist #1" under
my Resistance Rogue's Gallery. But for now see it at:
http://www.Vigo-Examiner.com/aug0398a.htm
I make no apology for and I fully approve of any Resistance
atrocity which might well have to be committed in this ongoing
Revolutionary/Civil War against the Amerikan Evil multi-racial
Empire. This Evil Empire has announced by its conduct at Waco,
OKC, Kosovo, and a hundred thousand other atrocity locations that
it deserves no quarter undergoing its necessary extirpation. However,
anything a Resistance soldier does is done not for the sake of
personal gain, but rather as a disciplined force carrying out
the war which has been forced upon us.
Terrible and just are the ways of the LORD and HIS Saints.
--Martin Lindstedt
Resistance Political Front
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