Victoria: A Tale of Fourth Generation Warfare - Or, CHRISTIAN ZEAL- MUHREENS CONQUER THE US.

[Tranhuviya]

Victoria, at first examination, is a fairly standard "right-wing revenge fantasy" story. But, it's written by somebody who was somebody.

Say hello to William S. Lind, self-proclaimed monarchist and train lover.

Lind is best known for originating the horribly retarded generation warfare theory during his time as a paper and desk boy at the Pentagon, which fails to account for any form of irregular warfare throughout history.

Oh, and creating "cultural marxism" as a thing.

But we're not here to talk about him, we're here to talk about his baby. Victoria's basic premise is something out of Jan Rankowski's notes: a militia of Christian Marines from Maine conquer the United States of America.

With such a classy premise, how do you guess it starts?

Why, with a woman being burned alive for the crime of daring to preach the word of God!

Spoiler: Preface

The triumph of the Recovery was marked most clearly by the burning of the Episcopal bishop of Maine. She was not a particularly bad bishop. She was in fact typical of Episcopal bishops of the first quarter of the 21st century: agnostic, compulsively political and radical, and given to placing a small idol of Isis on the altar when she said the Communion service. By 2055, when she was tried for heresy, convicted, and burned, she had outlived her era. By that time only a handful of Episcopalians still recognized female clergy, it would have been easy enough to let the old fool rant out her final years in obscurity.

The fact that the easy road was not taken, that Episcopalians turned to their difficult duty of trying and convicting, and the state upheld its unpleasant responsibility of setting torch to faggots

What.

Spoiler: Long

She could have saved herself, of course, right up until the torch was applied. All she had to do was announce she wasn’t a bishop, or a priest, since Christian tradition forbids a woman to be either. Or she could have confessed she wasn’t a Christian, in which case she could be bishopess, priestess, popess, whatever, in the service of her chosen demons. That would have just gotten her tossed over the border.

But the Prince of This World whom she served gives his devotees neither an easy nor a dignified exit. She bawled, she babbled, she shrieked in Hellish tongues, she pissed and pooped herself. The pyre was lit at 12:01 PM on a cool, cloudless August 18th, St. Helen’s day. The flames climbed fast; after all, they’d been waiting for her for a long time.

When it was over, none of us felt good about it. But we’d long since learned feelings were a poor guide. We’d done the right thing.

Holy fucking shit, this is special indeed. According to William, burning people alive for their religious beliefs is "the right thing". The scary part is that Lind expanded this from a op-ed he did for the Washington Post, in which he made it quite clear this is what he actually believed.

Probably, once all the “diversity” and “multiculturalism” crap got started. Right up to the end the coins carried the motto, E Pluribus Unum, just as the last dreadnought of the Imperial and Royal Austro-Hungarian Navy was the Viribus Unitis. But the reality for both was Ex Uno, Plura.

Take note of the German references. They crop up a lot. William S. Lind is definitely not a Nazi, no sir, no ma'am.

By the 1990s the place had the stench of a third-world country. The cities were ravaged by punks, beggars, and bums; as in third century Rome, law applied only to the law-abiding. Schools had become daytime holding pens for illiterate young savages. First television, then the Internet brought the decadence of Weimar Berlin into every home.

I think it's safe to say that I remember the Nineties differently.

Anyway, the preface is merely a framing device, written after William's self insert has fucked everything up and ruined America - splitting it up into various nations, including a "New Spain" which apparently isn't very prosperous.

Spoiler: Chapter 1

The chapter starts off with our protagonist in the Marine Corps, at a military diner. How could he turn against America, having made an oath to defend it and it's people? What could be the impulse for a war against the United States?

One of the Corps’ better traditions was that we remembered our dead. The mess set a table apart, with the glasses and silver inverted, for those who had gone before us and never come back. And before the fun began we remembered the battles where they had fought and fallen; Tripoli to Chapultepec to Helmand. A bell rang for each, a Marine officer stood up and called that battle’s name, and we became pretty thoughtful. Another Marine Corps tradition, not one of its better ones in terms of what happens in battles, was to try to pre-plan and rehearse and control everything so there couldn’t be any surprises or mistakes. “Control Freaks R Us” sometimes seemed to be the motto of the officer corps, at least above the company grades. So a couple days before the mess night, the battles to be remembered were each assigned to a captain.

Iwo Jima went to a woman.

Because somebody saying Iwo Jima at a formal USMC diner had a pussy. What does he do? Cry like a bitch. The jarheads, everybody.

Like a lot of young Marine officers at AWS, I was a reader, especially of what the Germans had written about war. They were the masters, for a century and a half, and we were their willing pupils. I remembered, then and always, an essay written by a German general, Hans von Seekt, the man who rebuilt the German Army after World War I. The title, and the message was Das Wesentliche ist die Tat—The Essential Thing is the Deed. Not the idea, not the desire, not the intention — the deed.

So I did it. The moment came on May 7, during the mess night. The bell tolled our battles: Belleau Wood, Nicaragua, Guadalcanal, Tarawa. Iwo was next. The bell. I was on my feet before she started to move. “Iwo Jima,” I cried in my best parade-ground voice.

Our honor was safe that night.

Classy. Anyway, the colonel is pissed because...he cried at a event where you're supposed to reflect on losses?

Or because he's a pussy, maybe that.

“You have a choice,” he said as I stood at attention in front of his desk. “You can get up in front of the class and apologize to me, to the female captain you insulted last night, to all the women in the corps, and to the class, or you can have your written resignation from the Marine Corps on my desk before the morning is over.”

“No, sir,” I replied.

“What do you mean, ‘No, sir?’ I gave you a choice. Which one will it be?”

“Neither one, sir.” An early lesson I’d learned about war was that if the enemy gave you two options, refuse them both and do something else. “I have nothing to apologize for,” I continued. “No woman has the right to represent any of the Corps’ battles, because those battles were fought and won by men. And people resign when they’ve done something wrong. I haven’t.”

Willy refuses, and is thrown out of Dartmouth, and out of the Corps. What a disgrace. On his way back, he's directed to a Professor Sanft at Dartmouth. A professor, who in no way, shape or form, is a Nazi, I might add.

 

[Long Sun]

This book has been "professionally" published too, I have read most of the free verison, and I think posted as basically the military version of Sonichu, it is seriously one of the most crazy things I have ever read

 

[waffle]

This seriously sounds like Tiberius Rising.

I run in some pretty right wing circles, and even most of the people that it was supposedly written for think it's insane garbage.

 

[Jaimas]

Victoria, at first examination, is a fairly standard "right-wing revenge fantasy" story. But, it's written by somebody who was somebody.

Say hello to William S. Lind, self-proclaimed monarchist and train lover.

Lind is best known for originating the horribly retarded generation warfare theory during his time as a paper and desk boy at the Pentagon, which fails to account for any form of irregular warfare throughout history.

Oh, and creating "cultural marxism" as a thing.

But we're not here to talk about him, we're here to talk about his baby. Victoria's basic premise is something out of Jan Rankowski's notes: a militia of Christian Marines from Maine conquer the United States of America.

With such a classy premise, how do you guess it starts?

Why, with a woman being burned alive for the crime of daring to preach the word of God!

Spoiler: Preface

What.


Holy fucking shit, this is special indeed. According to William, burning people alive for their religious beliefs is "the right thing". The scary part is that Lind expanded this from a op-ed he did for the Washington Post, in which he made it quite clear this is what he actually believed.


Take note of the German references. They crop up a lot. William S. Lind is definitely not a Nazi, no sir, no ma'am.



I think it's safe to say that I remember the Nineties differently.

Anyway, the preface is merely a framing device, written after William's self insert has fucked everything up and ruined America - splitting it up into various nations, including a "New Spain" which apparently isn't very prosperous.

Spoiler: Chapter 1

The chapter starts off with our protagonist in the Marine Corps, at a military diner. How could he turn against America, having made an oath to defend it and it's people? What could be the impulse for a war against the United States?


Because somebody saying Iwo Jima at a formal USMC diner had a pussy. What does he do? Cry like a bitch. The jarheads, everybody.



Classy. Anyway, the colonel is pissed because...he cried at a event where you're supposed to reflect on losses?

Or because he's a pussy, maybe that.



Willy refuses, and is thrown out of Dartmouth, and out of the Corps. What a disgrace. On his way back, he's directed to a Professor Sanft at Dartmouth. A professor, who in no way, shape or form, is a Nazi, I might add.

....WHAT THE FUCK IS IT WITH TRAIN LOVERS AND FUCKING DEGENERATE SEXUAL PATHOLOGIES.

 

[Strelok]

....WHAT THE FUCK IS IT WITH TRAIN LOVERS AND FUCKING DEGENERATE SEXUAL PATHOLOGIES.

Trains are basically giant penises with wheels. Think about it bruh.

 

[Randall Fragg]

Lolcow thread on this guy when?
He's more interesting that 90% of the Ratking threads. Because holy shit this is some Sonichu-level autism.

 

[Jaimas]

Trains are basically giant penises with wheels. Think about it bruh.

I will never doubt your expertise again.

 

[Tempest]

William S. Lind has actually spoken at a Holocaust denial conference back in 2002 to promote his theory of cultural marxism. Speaking of cultural marxism, he didn't invent the theory of cultural marxism.
The theory was created by Lyndon LaRouche, who claims that the British are plotting against America, Adolf Hitler and Rock music were created by the British intelligence service, and the queen of England is flooding the United states with drugs. He claims that Pokemon, Lord of the Rings and Harry Potter are cults created by the religious right, and caused the Columbine Massacre. He absolutely hates Henry Kissinger and accused him of being a pedophile, spreading the black plague, being an agent of the USSR and Britain and called for him to be locked in a cage and "pissed on daily".
https://www.splcenter.org/fighting-...weyrich-addresses-holocaust-denial-conference
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lyndon_LaRouche

 

[Coleman Francis]

@Tranhuviya

To be fair, and accurate for that matter, it didn't say that the marine cried like a baby "cries" when its hungry. It clearly stated that he "cried out" Iwo Jima before the female marine, who was actually assigned to say it, could. This, in his mind, preserved the honor of the Marine Corps since at the time of Iwo Jima, there were no female military officers. I'm not saying this guys a great writer or anything, I've never heard of the dude or his book, but let's at least keep our criticisms "true and honest" lol.

 

[Long Sun]

Lolcow thread on this guy when?
He's more interesting that 90% of the Ratking threads. Because holy shit this is some Sonichu-level autism.

It came up in the militia thread

also a "noted historian" placed him on the same level as von Clausewitz and Sun Tzu (note this book is also published by Lind's publisher)

 

[Coleman Francis]

also a "noted historian" placed him on the same level as von Clausewitz and Sun Tzu (note this book is also published by Lind's publisher)

And we all know how easy it is to get self published thanks to that girl that has a thread on here that wrote those weird, badly received fantasy novels with the ugly Medusa head picture on the cover.

 

[Bungleboy]

What is it with military spergs and impotent murder fantasies?

 

[Furina]

What is it with military spergs and impotent murder fantasies?

Never got to fire a shot in anger. It's kind of like army blue balls that you just have to release somehow.

 

[Techpriest]

Pls do a lets read so I don't have to

 

[Tranhuviya]

My dear accomplice @Techpriest has requested that I continue. I think this will be a nice companion to the lolcow thread on Lind himself.

When President Eisenhower of the old USA visited Dartmouth in the 1950s, he said it looked exactly the way a college ought to. By the late ’90s it still did, despite the fact that they’d built an ultra-modern student center on the traditional green —part of the “foul your own nest” maxim that ruled most campuses from the 1960s on. Those were the days when “art” was defined as whatever was ugly or shocking or out of place, not what was beautiful.

Here, Lind reveals a bit of his beliefs - that modern art is, as the Nazis put it (what a surprise), entarte kunst - degenerate art.

Professor Sanft had retired from the German department in 2012.

NAZI ALERT NAZI ALERT NAZI ALERT NAZI ALERT

Actually, he was driven out by the weirdos who then populated college faculties —the feminists, freaks, and phonies who had replaced learning with politics. I found him at a house in Hanover, which turned out to be not his residence but the college-in-hiding, otherwise known as the Martin Institute. It seemed some conservative alumni, recognizing that the barbarians were within the gates of their alma mater, had bought a house in town, brought in Professor Sanft and a few other genuine scholars, and were offering Dartmouth students the courses the college would no longer teach, like the great books of Western civilization.

While not wrong about the politicization of our institutes of higher learning, Lind believes that a conservative think tank is no less politicized.

Anyway, Herr Doktor and Lind's Author Avatar have a discussion of what a "education" is. Sanft puts forward the idea that education is to build leaders, something that might have a impact on what is to come.

“In the Marine Corps,” I said, “I saw that people who hadn’t read much military history could only follow processes, which they learned by rote. They could not understand the situation they were in. They had no context.”

Correct. That's why our officer candidates are usually given courses in such matters, though.

“Sadly, this great culture of ours, Western culture, is under attack,” the professor replied. “The universities today are active and conscious agents in its destruction. Indeed, they have generated theories as to why Western culture should be destroyed. Of course, they aren’t alone. The most powerful single force in America now is the entertainment industry, and it is also an agent of cultural destruction. Many of the politicians play the game too. The usual code-words are ‘racism, sexism, and homophobia.’ When you hear them, you’re hearing the worms gnawing at the foundation.”

Sanft introduces his foolish young pupil to the culture war, and thus Lind's author avatar has completed his first steps on the road to damnation. Sanft gives Lind's author avatar a book called Smiling through the Cultural Catastrophe.

Thus, his education is complete. His education - for death.

 

[Tranhuviya]

The Lind-proxy returns home : Maine, of all places. He sets up shop in a old house that has, of course, been in his family for generations.

I wanted time alone to read, think, and simply live. I moved into what we called “The Old Place,” a shingle Cape Cod up on one of Maine’s few hills. The view down over the fields and ponds somehow helped the thinking part, especially in the evening as the water reflected the western sky, orange and crimson, fading to black.

No one had lived in the old place since my grandparents died, but we kept it because it had always been ours. It had no electricity, and the well worked with a bucket on a windless; by modern standards I guess it wasn’t a fit habitation. That suited me fine. I was tired of everything modern. I wanted a world with, as Tolkien put it, less noise and more green.

While there, he reads books suggested by Sanft- books of Western literature. Lind-proxy spends quite a bit of text talking about the lessons learned, but I'll just condense them to points:

-The ancients had mostly the same commentary on things we did.
-Nothing is really new, y'know, save those fancy-schmancy assault rifles, those fancy-schmancy helicopters, etc.-
-Morals are worth fighting for.

Thus, chapter 3 ends, and chapter 4 begins. We start with Lind-proxy being asked how he's going to earn a living by a family member, and he suggests that he'll farm soy beans. We then get treated to this:

“I’ll tell you why you don’t see soybeans up here or on many other family farms,” said Uncle Fred. “It’s oil from soybeans that makes money, and the federal government makes it just about impossible to transport soybean oil or any other vegetable oil unless you’re a big corporation. Under federal regulations, vegetable oil is treated the same as oil from petroleum when it comes to shipment. You’ve got to get a hugely expensive Certificate of Financial Responsibility to cover any possible oil spill. You’ll never get the capital to get started.”

Then he suggests potatoes, and then finds out that the evil EPA won't let him grow them on the only land that'll sustain them. The next year, he stops by a old friend who's working at the one industry in town - leather tanning, I shit you not. We then get treated to a rant about how evil those goddamned regulations are, and the chapter ends.

Chapter 5 opens with this lovely bit of racism in regards to Lind-Proxy's Gunny:

About a week later I got a letter. It was from my old company Gunnery Sergeant, a black fellow and a good Marine. He was also a husband and father—rare among black males by the 21st century—and a Christian. He wrote to ask for my help.

We then get a rant about how black's problems are only ever their fault, and then talk about Gunny has helped his community:

The Gunny saw the problem in terms of counter-guerilla warfare. The scum were the guerrillas, and the key to defeating them was organizing the locals so they could stand up to the scum. He saw an opening, a “soft spot” as we called it in military tactics, in the fact that one public housing development had been given over to the tenants to manage. They formed a tenants’ association, and the Gunny helped them draw up rules for tenant behavior, a patrol system that tracked and reported violators, and liaison with the police. As soon as they identified a drug dealer or other scumbag, they got witnesses, brought the cops in and threw the trash out, permanently. Very quickly the place turned around. For the first time in years, the nights were not punctured with gun shots, there were no hypodermic needles in the halls and kids could play safely outside.

THEN THE EVIL FEDERAL GUBMENT COMES IN TO PUT A STOP TO THAT:

Then the feds came in, in the form of the Legal Services Corporation. Legal Services used tax money to pay lawyers to defend “the poor” in court. Only they had no interest in the honest poor. They were always on the side of the scum. They quickly went to court and stopped the evictions, on the grounds that the “rights” of the drug dealers and their molls were being violated. Just as quickly, the drug dealing, mugging and shooting started up again.

Gunny's efforts are thus in vain, and he asks Lind-proxy to help. Lind-Proxy arrives at a tenant's association meeting, and he begins to strategize with the tenants. We then get treated to the best passage in the entire work, in my honest opinion.

We’d start with the churches. Most of the black folk who were on the receiving end of black crime were Christians. We’d mobilize the Church Ladies—a Panzer division in this kind of fighting.We’d get them and the black ministers to go to white churches all over Boston and invite their congregations to visit the housing project. We’d let them see what those Legal Services lawyers and their friends among the judges and politicians were protecting. We’d take them through the drug markets, past the prostitutes, over the dazed, crazed addicts lying in the hallways. Then we’d ask them one question: Would they tolerate these people living in their neighborhoods? On the way out, we’d hand them a list of the names of their elected representatives with phone numbers.

Lind-proxy also holds a rally so that drug dealers get a house next to a judge who protects them, as to piss him off. The Panzer Church Ladies also speak their minds:

The Panzers were ready for battle. One of the Church Ladies got up. She was dressed perfectly for a shopping trip to Filene’s in 1955: floral print dress, pillbox hat, white gloves. “I can speak for my church,” said Mrs. Cook. “They sent me here as our representative. I don’t know whether it will work or not. But the Lord blesses those who try. He may bless us with success, and he will still bless us if we fail. I say we do it.” She turned to the young mother with the drug dealer camped outside her door. “Honey, I’m an old lady. If that bad man outside your apartment shoots me, I’m ready to go to Heaven. I’ll ʻswarmʼ him, as the man here says, even if I have to do it all by myself.”

“You don’t have to, Melba.” Her neighbor in the project was on her feet, in similar uniform, which events came to show was Urban Combat cammies. “I’ll be there too. I’ve got a heavy purse and a strong umbrella, and I know how to use both of them. We’ll ‘swarm’ this no-account piece of nigger trash all the way back to Alabama.”

On that note, let's leave the world of Victoria for a while.

 

[Agent of Z.O.G.]

Pls do a lets read so I don't have to

That already exists, just search the chan archives, last time I checked they were at the part where the negros burned down New Orleans and they certainly finished the book by now.

 

[Techpriest]

That already exists, just search the chan archives, last time I checked they were at the part where the negros burned down New Orleans and they certainly finished the book by now.

Couldn't find it, mind posting a link?

 

[Piss Clam]

The Lind-proxy returns home : Maine, of all places. He sets up shop in a old house that has, of course, been in his family for generations.

Maine is whiter than West Virginia. I mean if you were eluding on a racial angle of why Maine.

 

[Agent of Z.O.G.]

Couldn't find it, mind posting a link?

http://desuarchive.org/_/search/subject/Let's Read: Victoria/