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valarltdIn Birmingham, debate on the Clean Media Act enters its third day.
“We have learned the lessons of our past. We know that presentation of undesirable elements in any way leads to a sympathy for those elements. Whether racial undesirables, rebellious teenagers or members of minority religions, these must not be seen, should we wish to keep control of the population's hearts and minds.
"For as the slaves of the 1930s gave way to the servants of the 1950s, in movies and TV, so too, did that lead directly to the midguided Brown vs. The Topeka Board of Education and the so-called Civil Rights Act. As if an infestation, a plague can have the rights of human beings! By 1970, we saw a Negress sitting in a man's command chair and kissing a man on television. By the 1980s and 90s, such beasts were treated as humans.
"Integrating the military, even in War Time, caused great upheaval, and required professional sports to no longer adhere to a human only policy. All of these led directly to failed presidency, in which a half-human puppet usurper was put in the White House, the WHITE House, my friends, by socialists and certain anti-godly elements. And we know that led to the DisUnification of the once great United States.
"Now my colleague says we need not ban such images. He believes that showing them playing sports, and treated as just numbers and beasts of burden will be adequate. My other colleague believes we can show these images in the way we desire, shaping belief.
"I say no. Even if these undesirables are presented in the proper roles and proper places, there will always be a reprobate element that questions that place.
"The Negro is a blight upon the country. There is no place for such creatures in human society, nor in our media. Until we can exterminate the infestation, we must take the necessary measures to blot out any representation of their existence.”
David left the political channel showing live coverage of the debate over the Clean Media Act. Master liked him to stay abreast of current politics, but the rhetoric in this benighted country made his forehead flame in anger at its stupidity. Humanity was determined by intelligence, not skin. He had met brilliant people of every shade, and those of all colors who surprised him by being able to speak in sentences.
This was beyond ridiculous. One would think, nearly a quarter century into the DisUnification, most countries would have formed some sort of working government. Many had. The old US, what remained of it, was doing well enough and even Heartland was prospering. He kept tabs on their ever more restrictive laws about people they considered undesirable as well.
Only the CS and Lone Star were so open about their plans for their unwanted population. David wondered why they didn't just banish the races and faiths they disliked. But he remembered expatriates sometimes fomented revolt and that while it would be a solution, it might only be temporary.
~~~
From Atlanta, mop-up of the Hamite Rebellion continues. Street party on Peachtree shows no sign of slowing. Henderson administration takes full credit.
The next morning, when the last of the survivors had been found, he appeared on television himself. He felt a bit ridiculous in the sweeping black wings, but he had been assured they were necessary. He had stood very still while the tech attached the flesh colored wires to small pads on his fingertips and palms. It'd be damned embarrassing for the Angel of Death to resort to guns
“Don't touch anything, including yourself,” the tech warned. “This will fry you as quick as it will the terrorists.”
Nick had tried it backstage, on a lone terrorist and been suitably gratified by the results. Now the cameras rolled and he strode in front of them, black wings and a scarlet robe with a black breastplate to hide the device.
“I am Nikolai, the Left Hand of God. I execute the justice of God and deliver His vengeance.” The words were ones that Ligatos had given him. He stood over the youth he had longed to taste, a pistol in his hand.
“Terrorists and those who harbor them, have no place in God's country. Declancy William Jackson, you have been found guilty of conspiracy to commit terrorist acts against the Confederated States of America. The sentence is death to be carried out immediately.”
Jackson's lips moved in prayer. He closed his eyes. Nick laid one finger on his forehead. Jackson's eyes rolled back in his head, blood trickled from his ears and nose and the corners of his eyes. He collapsed as his head exploded.
Nick moved to the next in line. “Donte Isaac Williams, you have been found guilty of conspiracy to commit terrorist acts against the Confederated States of America-”
Williams, who looked as if he was in his seventies, was unwilling to die as quietly as Jackson had. “There weren't no trial, cracker.” He tried to stand and two of the guards held him down on his knees. “You gassed us. Your men shot us and dragged our babies off to concentration camps. You killing us because these days the white man can kill the black with no repercussions. It weren't always so! Once we were men, free and equal. I remember.” He twisted in the grip of the guards.
“The sentence is death, to be carried out immediately.” Nick clamped both hands on the side of his skull, giving the old man a harder death. He turned to address the cameras. “Yes, once we followed the deluded policies of the United States and considered the sons of Cain, Children of the Serpent, to be equal. We have learned better. Our country will be stronger for this.”
Nick tapped every other man in the line, cooking their brains in their exploding heads. He turned to the cameras, “I am Nikolai. Pray you do not see me.” Then, he led the cameras to the courtyard where his troops were holding the prisoners en masse. He looked over the crowd and cleared his throat.
“The ringleaders were a demonstration of the Vengeance of God. Now, I show you the other power he has sent me. This will be digitally altered on transmission.” Nick shouted over the courtyard, in an altered and amplified voice, “Staff, please put in your earplugs.”
He let out a single, high piercing note, artificially enhanced and amplified. The device in his throat did the work. He held the note longer than humanly possible, watching the men in the courtyard below begin to crumple, blood streaming from every visible orifice. When the last one lay motionless, he turned off the device and took a breath.
“I am Nikolai, Left Hand of God. So perish all enemies of the Lord!”
The cameras clicked off.
“We have learned the lessons of our past. We know that presentation of undesirable elements in any way leads to a sympathy for those elements. Whether racial undesirables, rebellious teenagers or members of minority religions, these must not be seen, should we wish to keep control of the population's hearts and minds.
"For as the slaves of the 1930s gave way to the servants of the 1950s, in movies and TV, so too, did that lead directly to the midguided Brown vs. The Topeka Board of Education and the so-called Civil Rights Act. As if an infestation, a plague can have the rights of human beings! By 1970, we saw a Negress sitting in a man's command chair and kissing a man on television. By the 1980s and 90s, such beasts were treated as humans.
"Integrating the military, even in War Time, caused great upheaval, and required professional sports to no longer adhere to a human only policy. All of these led directly to failed presidency, in which a half-human puppet usurper was put in the White House, the WHITE House, my friends, by socialists and certain anti-godly elements. And we know that led to the DisUnification of the once great United States.
"Now my colleague says we need not ban such images. He believes that showing them playing sports, and treated as just numbers and beasts of burden will be adequate. My other colleague believes we can show these images in the way we desire, shaping belief.
"I say no. Even if these undesirables are presented in the proper roles and proper places, there will always be a reprobate element that questions that place.
"The Negro is a blight upon the country. There is no place for such creatures in human society, nor in our media. Until we can exterminate the infestation, we must take the necessary measures to blot out any representation of their existence.”
David left the political channel showing live coverage of the debate over the Clean Media Act. Master liked him to stay abreast of current politics, but the rhetoric in this benighted country made his forehead flame in anger at its stupidity. Humanity was determined by intelligence, not skin. He had met brilliant people of every shade, and those of all colors who surprised him by being able to speak in sentences.
This was beyond ridiculous. One would think, nearly a quarter century into the DisUnification, most countries would have formed some sort of working government. Many had. The old US, what remained of it, was doing well enough and even Heartland was prospering. He kept tabs on their ever more restrictive laws about people they considered undesirable as well.
Only the CS and Lone Star were so open about their plans for their unwanted population. David wondered why they didn't just banish the races and faiths they disliked. But he remembered expatriates sometimes fomented revolt and that while it would be a solution, it might only be temporary.
~~~
From Atlanta, mop-up of the Hamite Rebellion continues. Street party on Peachtree shows no sign of slowing. Henderson administration takes full credit.
The next morning, when the last of the survivors had been found, he appeared on television himself. He felt a bit ridiculous in the sweeping black wings, but he had been assured they were necessary. He had stood very still while the tech attached the flesh colored wires to small pads on his fingertips and palms. It'd be damned embarrassing for the Angel of Death to resort to guns
“Don't touch anything, including yourself,” the tech warned. “This will fry you as quick as it will the terrorists.”
Nick had tried it backstage, on a lone terrorist and been suitably gratified by the results. Now the cameras rolled and he strode in front of them, black wings and a scarlet robe with a black breastplate to hide the device.
“I am Nikolai, the Left Hand of God. I execute the justice of God and deliver His vengeance.” The words were ones that Ligatos had given him. He stood over the youth he had longed to taste, a pistol in his hand.
“Terrorists and those who harbor them, have no place in God's country. Declancy William Jackson, you have been found guilty of conspiracy to commit terrorist acts against the Confederated States of America. The sentence is death to be carried out immediately.”
Jackson's lips moved in prayer. He closed his eyes. Nick laid one finger on his forehead. Jackson's eyes rolled back in his head, blood trickled from his ears and nose and the corners of his eyes. He collapsed as his head exploded.
Nick moved to the next in line. “Donte Isaac Williams, you have been found guilty of conspiracy to commit terrorist acts against the Confederated States of America-”
Williams, who looked as if he was in his seventies, was unwilling to die as quietly as Jackson had. “There weren't no trial, cracker.” He tried to stand and two of the guards held him down on his knees. “You gassed us. Your men shot us and dragged our babies off to concentration camps. You killing us because these days the white man can kill the black with no repercussions. It weren't always so! Once we were men, free and equal. I remember.” He twisted in the grip of the guards.
“The sentence is death, to be carried out immediately.” Nick clamped both hands on the side of his skull, giving the old man a harder death. He turned to address the cameras. “Yes, once we followed the deluded policies of the United States and considered the sons of Cain, Children of the Serpent, to be equal. We have learned better. Our country will be stronger for this.”
Nick tapped every other man in the line, cooking their brains in their exploding heads. He turned to the cameras, “I am Nikolai. Pray you do not see me.” Then, he led the cameras to the courtyard where his troops were holding the prisoners en masse. He looked over the crowd and cleared his throat.
“The ringleaders were a demonstration of the Vengeance of God. Now, I show you the other power he has sent me. This will be digitally altered on transmission.” Nick shouted over the courtyard, in an altered and amplified voice, “Staff, please put in your earplugs.”
He let out a single, high piercing note, artificially enhanced and amplified. The device in his throat did the work. He held the note longer than humanly possible, watching the men in the courtyard below begin to crumple, blood streaming from every visible orifice. When the last one lay motionless, he turned off the device and took a breath.
“I am Nikolai, Left Hand of God. So perish all enemies of the Lord!”
The cameras clicked off.
