NC Renegades

Prologue

Ryan Lazear laid awake on a cold dark night. He just couldn’t tame his mind. He kept repeating in his mind, how had things come to this? How had things gotten this bad? Rolling over and seeing the time he decided not to procrastinate any further.

He rose from his comfy bed and walked over to the chair where he had laid out his carefully chosen clothes. He always liked the Kryptek Typhon pattern of camoflauge. He pulled on his pants and thought, is this it? Are we sure? Pulled on his nice Kryptek Typhon jersey and tucked it in nice and tight and proceeded to walk down the hall.

He slowly twisted a doorknob to one of his children’s bedroom and took a peek inside. There laid his young son without a care in the world. His chest rising and lowing rythmically without a care in the world. He smiled. That boy was his world and he loved that boy as only a Father could. Are WE sure? Yes! His future depends on me. He slowly closed the door and took in a deep breathe.

Lazear crept in to the kitchen, grabbed a glass and proceeded to fill it with water from the door on the fridge. The fridge said he had dispensed 8 ounces of water and he proceeded to down it all then walk back to his bedroom.

He grabbed his carrier which he had taken the plates out of. He chose that instead of his battle belt because he could carry more magazines the way he had set it up, plus he just felt it would be a little less weight on him with the carrier setup. Ryan Lazear was carrying eight, thirty round pmags, loaded with 5.56 75gr. BTHP, he had meticulously wiped any prints off his ammo and loaded the mags while wearing gloves, getting the same treatment were his four magazines fully loaded for his H&K VP9. He grabbed his battle helmet outfitted with USNV PV-7 gen III night-vision goggles that he had saved a pretty penny for, not top of the line but the best he could afford and threw it in his pack. The last thing he grabbed was his custom built Spartan AR-15 that he had equipped with an ATN THOR 4 384 2-8X thermal scope specifically for what he was about to do. A week ago in the woods he verified the point of impact difference between un-suppresed and suppressed on his carbine it was significant but consistent 1.5 inches high and right, each time he added and removed the can. This morning he had test fired these exact rounds through the suppressor into a bucket of sand to confirm his setup operated flawlessly.

He walked to his back door, slowly unlocked it, took in a deep breath, opened it and walked outside. There’s no turning back, you can still just go back to bed. No! Someone has to stand up to tyranny.

Ryan Lazear had nothing on him that would identify him. He was a ghost, and with his Kryptek Typhon camoflauge, it would be hard for anyone to spot him on this moonless dark night. He had a four and half mile hike ahead of him so he shouldered his pack and his carbine and proceeded on the path he had walked many times at night in preparation for this event, he was moving at a brisk pace and his heart rate was moderate.

He was mainly using the sewer line routes and power line trails where he could. It was so peaceful. His heart was calm even though he had so many thoughts racing thru his mind, his hands damp with anticipation. Every once in a while a dog would bark off in the distance. But Lazear took his time, always scanning, and pausing frequently to listen.

After 45 minutes of hiking he was approaching his destination. He stopped and sat on a rock on the edge of the path he was on, took a bottle of water from his pack and took a healthy swig. Then he pulled out his bump helmet and turned on his nvg’s. That comfortable hue of green surrounded his eyes and he took in the scenery. He had about two hundred and fifty yards to go and proceeded to creep up to the spot that would forever change his world.

He belly crawled up to the crest of the hill he was advancing on slowly, listening to everything. He got into position and unslung his AR. He turned off his nvg’s and raised them. Then proceeded to turn on his thermal scope that was attached to his beautiful carbine. Everything appeared as he had expected, he’d already ranged the distance from this spot, 200 yds at a 24 deg downward angle.. You don’t have to do this! You can’t save the world all by yourself! Somebody has to and I’m tired of waiting for someone to come and save us.

Lazear reached up and spun on the can he had borrowed from one of his most trusted friends just to re-assure himself, then proceeded to eyeball the backyard of the house he was sitting two hundreds yards from. He knew his target was home. He knew his routine. Lazear had been working this target for months now. If Congressman Greg Warren was consistent he would be walking out his back door for a smoke in approximately twenty minutes.

Lazear could no longer accept the life and future his children were facing. Tonight would be the beginning of making a better future for them.

Movement! He was early tonight, but wait was this a female? She was wearing stiletto knee boots and Warren’s robe. Ryan was not expecting this, but after watching for a few minutes Ryan determined that the congressman was dressed in drag with a long black wig, it hadn’t occurred to him that he was a freak before now. I am with you! Lazear slowly followed Warren. He knew he would eventually settle in to his favorite chair on his back deck. It was dead silent out. Warren made his way across his deck, watched him light a cigarette, pull his phone out of his robe pocket and sit down in his favorite chair.

There was no hesitation. Ryan Lazears mind had been made up a long time ago. He settled his reticle on Congressman Greg Warrens chest right where his heart would be and as Warren went to take a drag off of his dirty little habit, Lazear squeezed his trigger and watched as Warren clutched his throat and slip out of the chair to his knees before his body slumped lifeless. Ryan could see the heat of the blood spreading on the cool deck through his thermal scope. Ryan contemplated the impact of the shot being higher than the point of aim.

Lazear laid there realizing what exactly he had just done. After the first the rest are free. He kept scanning to see if anyone had been alerted, no other lights came on. Although he had a can on his rifle it was still loud enough to pierce the night, but so far nothing. Lazear re-shouldered his rifle and lowered his nvg’s. He scanned the area and checked for his brass and found it. His rifle was so consistent he could always find his brass. He slowly backed his way down the hill, his heart racing, making a decision to leave the suppressor in place in case he made unsuspected contact until it was safe, stood and started his hike back to his house. Lazear decided he should procure a brass catcher, more gear, but he needed to minimize the variables.

Lazear thought he would have more feelings than the satisfaction he felt, but he had visualized this exact moment for many years, so it became real now. No doubt law enforcement would locate the position he fired from by mid-day. Lazear had a laundry bag for his camo, plate carrier and pack, he’d clean and stow his rifle when he arrived home, he undressed outside after dusting his boots with a foxtail brush, everything would get washed before he showered for work. Lazear waited until his lunch break to send a very short encrypted text via a satellite attachment from his phone, “One complete”. Two hours later the reply came in “got it”.

Lazear was pissed when news of a congressman’s sudden death was described as an arterial hemorrhage on the radio. They had expected suppression from the media but this movement needed candid coverage to alert the patriots that the time was at hand.

By Brandon Smith

When I first encountered the concept of 4^th Generation Warfare around 20 years ago I was studying the basics of propaganda and how it works. While the core issue is deeply disturbing on a number of levels I also found it fascinating – The ways in which governments and elitists have endeavored to control the masses while at the same time trying to avoid direct confrontation whenever possible.

With the advent of civilian populations armed with military grade weaponry and familiar with the training required for combat, elitist groups realized (post American Revolution) that dominating the public with military might was no longer a sure bet. They had to engage in a new kind of warfare using psychological attacks until they could weaken and disarm the populace. The new system of oppressing was about mental coercion; to make people believe that the authoritarian ideal is inevitable.

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The key to grasping the situation is to accept that a war is upon us. Woke is a psychological operation devised by globalists, and it is currently battling to become the one and only system of thought – A morally relativist system of thought. It relies on a specific circumstance in order to succeed: The idea that men of the west will not take on a fighting posture in the face of psychological attack. As long as we continue to see war only as fighting with guns, we will remain docile in the face of a more advanced cultural bombardment.

For 4^th Gen Warfare to prevail the target population has to follow a certain set of rules while the other side operates without rules. They have to be allowed to pursue all-out destruction against their enemy while the other side is admonished for doing anything remotely defensive, including speaking up. But what happens when patriots stop caring about being admonished? What happens when the optics are no longer relevant? What happens when the goal goes from winning in politics or in the halls of public discourse to winning the actual conflagration in front of us?

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If you want to bypass the setup, start at minute 38.

I actually have two friends who just registered to run for the US Congress. I can’t believe it. They know the system is rigged against them. Yet they are giving it a go. I applaud and admire them for it. However I think its foolish and a waste of their time and money.

TINVOWOOT

My mayor asked me if I had saw that Mark Robinson had filed at my son’s wrestling practice the other day. I just laughed and said we can’t vote our way out of this mess. They agreed but said we still have to try.

TINVOWOOT

Saw this little picture this morning:

People think if they just speak out and vote that the evil we are faced with just goes away.

There is only one way that we defeat this evil. We have to kill the bastards, every last one of them! What we do needs to be biblical! So that evil will be afraid to raise its ugly head for tens of thousands of years.

People keep saying that it is just not the time. Thats the problem, its the never the right time. Go ahead and pin your hopes on one more “the most important election of our lifetimes!” How many important elections of a lifetime are you going to allow?

This evil that has taken over our country and conditioned you to think it is biblical to just “love and pray for them while turning the other cheek” are laughing at you. Meanwhile our churches teach that actively opposing Communist is akin to Hitler! You know in your hearts what must be done. You can feel it in every inch of your bones. What is lacking is our Courage.

Wake Up!!!

I’m disgusted! Are you?

I’m tired of doing nothing! Are you?

May God Have Mercy On Our Souls!

Wes

Both the 19th and 20th Amendments were passed at the same time, due to the powers that be supporting the ‘women’s suffrage’ movement. These were resolutions for control, as women not only voted but held office as well. The oil barons wanted to remove ethanol as an alternative to gasoline, while women wanted to prevent their husbands from drinking.

Yet what many don’t recognize is, the 20th Amendment ushered in the highest murder rates known in the United States. On a graph, the rise to run ratio looks like a forty-five degree angle, then immediately drops upon the passage of the 21st Amendment. It was a cash cow for the likes of the Pelosi and Kennedy families. ‘Racial unrest’ competed with union strikes for national headlines at the time. Going underground, the alcohol community became tightly knit. Much of the booze was being produced in the rural South, and bootlegged to the North. Many of the producers were Black, as their progenitors had come from the slave breaking islands of the Caribbean. It wouldn’t be that uncommon for a moonshiner to have the Yankee security detail ‘stop by the competition’ before heading out of town. In other words the government, intentionally or not, created the artificially high murder rate.

Fast forward to the mid 90’s, Senator Joe Biden is hailed as a white knight for proposing the ‘Defense of Women’s Act’. The BAR was losing money, and cases, on ‘domestic violence’ prosecution. So they decided to use the, extremely loose, evidence standards of ‘Civil court’ to persecute men and break up the nuclear family. This also meant a denial of due process, and no 5th Amendment protection. So any forced testimony can now be used in a criminal court of record. After all, the BAR was using these same proceedings to make a mint in ‘divorce court’.

Usher in the modern witch trial, where Ex parte proceedings are used to seize personal property. You don’t have guns, so you won’t need the ammo. Well look at that, a lot of this target ammo is labeled LC, for Lake City. Now that it’s been ‘confiscated’ by the state, these cases of ammo must have been for nefarious intent. And by this False Equivalence, the Executive branch has determined Lake City ammo as a primary source of criminal activity. BAR members have made a profession out of sophistry, and they have no intention of stopping.

But red flags don’t affect you, right?

It has come to my attention that Sheriffs, executive branch, are writing to Legislatures as a means of petitioning their grievances with a bill striking down civil asset forfeiture. Sheriffs are first, and foremost, paid to uphold the federal and state Constitutions. This includes making sure all public offices are properly filled. Upon swearing in they have a duty to enforce, and abide by, the restrictions outlined by the Bill of Rights. Protections against delegated authority We the People, as the governed, have a natural right to engage. Agents of the state act on its behalf, and therefore are subject to the restrictions written in the Bill of Rights.

The BAR has granted peace officers, including many of their own members, qualified immunity. Yet, they avoid addressing the fact those state agents are NOT protected by the Bill of Rights. Giving them both immunity and rights would place them above the civilian. Qualified immunity is a BAR policy, not an act legislation. The BAR likes to claim it’s ‘settled case law’, which is sophistry for ‘because we say so’. This is clearly not a separation of powers, as the Judiciary has obfuscated the Legislature. A list of legislative power usurpation being passed off as BAR policy cannot be overstated.

Too much is never enough, as these members of the executive and judicial branches believe they are afforded a right to influence the passage of legislation in their favor. The entitlement of elected officials to have a personal grievance against We the People apparently has no limits. The lack of decorum, to ‘stay in their lane’, by our ‘civil’ servants has made the civilian into common chattel for profit. There is a valid purpose to separating the powers, and those who hold the reins of power reign with power. If you haven’t noticed, the legal system has become a means to suppress manual labor cost, which includes open boarders. We the People expect governance for our prosperity and well being, yet we get a government of belligerence and mind control. Some people wonder why the intelligent don’t have children, but who would be so insane as to subject their offspring to such tyranny?

Any suggestions on what can be done to resolve the cognitive dissonance of these public officials?

 Remember, you are a sovereign individual and the blob in our nation’s capital city is an undifferentiated mass of feckless protoplasm. You contain a cosmos of ideas and aspirations. The blob is an agglomeration of sham and failure. The blob stands for itself, not for our country. You and I can stand for our country.

    Remember, also, that the economy of our country at its best was the sum of choices made by sovereign individuals, while the economy of the blob is a gelatinous buildup of unsound hypotheses having nothing to do with the pursuit of happiness. We sense this in the menacing rumors of a Federal Reserve digital currency, which entails the rehypothecation of our hopes and dreams into the blob’s waste-stream, turning everything we do — it can’t be put delicately — into shit.

      The Fed digital currency will be used to cover-up the failure of end-state financialization of the economy. Finance, you understand, used to be a module of the economy, with a particular role to play. The purpose of finance, formerly, was to marshal surplus wealth from prior productive activity to make new productive activity possible. Financialization, however, does not do that. Financialization was an effort to replace the economy of real production with a hologram of production. Financialization is a racket — and a racket, remember, is an effort to get something for nothing, that is, dishonestly. The blob feeds and thrives on dishonesty, its favorite food.

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