Book 1 Chapter 3

Varus was tired of this dark forest. Days upon days of marching in perpetual twilight, mist swirling and decreasing visibility. This track they were on was supposed to lead them straight into the heart of the barbarians’ territory and allow them to strike unmercifully at their stronghold, but the constant strain of being alert and hearing the crashing of weapons and the screams of men, hearing of yet another patrol lost, had begun to fray his nerves.

Swiveling in his saddle, Varus looked back along the column. His men were stretched out as far as his vision spied, their packs slung over their shoulders and their sandals smashing the leaves and grass to muck. This muck then weighted down their feet until they were able to shake it off, only to have to do it again within a hundred paces. This cursed forest.

“Legatus,” was the cry Varus heard from the head of the column. He swung back around to see the tall German ancillary commander, Arminius, trotting his mount towards him. Arminius looked tired, but his eyes shone with what seemed to be triumph.

“What news do you bring, Centurion?”

The German smiled, “We are very close, Legatus. My scouts report that we are less than half a day’s march from the clearing where the settlement is. I believe we would be best served to leave the road, save for the siege equipment, and take to the forest. If we creep to the edge of the clearing, we can spring the trap.”

Varus snapped an order to one of his aides to tell the men to halt. Then he addressed Arminius, “I will have the rest of the men brought up, yes, but we will stay on the track, save for a perimeter guard. If we spread out we could be attacked piecemeal, like what has happened for the last several days.”

“But, Legatus, we could be found out if we do not hide the men. Let me take my scouts and deal with these harassers and then we can settle the men and make ready the attack. It would be a shame to come all this way only to lose the element of surprise at this juncture.”

Varus snorted, “I’m fairly certain that the men who have been harassing our patrols have already warned the settlement. I doubt our coming is a secret. No, Centurion, we will camp on the road and make our move before dawn.”

“As you wish, Legatus. I will see to my men.”

Arminius turned and rode back to the head of the column, unable to conceal his grin. It was all coming along perfectly.

 

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Ulaf received word from one of Arminius’ men. In the wolf light they would destroy the invaders

Book 1 Chapter 2

Quintus was tired of marching. It was one thing to tromp along a well-paved cobblestone road in the dry air of Italia or even Gaul, but quite another to push your way through a cool, damp forest so dense that sunlight did not reach you. From first awakening to the time he fell into his cot at night it was perpetual twilight. The birds had even stopped singing a few days ago. By Mithras, his feet hurt.

“Quintus! Over here, you goat lover.”

Quintus turned and saw a centurion waving him over. It was Flavius Attillo. A right nasty piece of work, he loved to stick it to the cohorts when he could.

“This ought to be good,” Quintus muttered as he slogged over to where Attilo stood. There were already several other legionnaires there as well. Looked like around a dozen of them. What was this about?

Quintus halted near the centurion and exchanged glances with several of the other men. They all shrugged or made some other sign of puzzlement. No one seemed to know what this was about.

“All right, turds, here is what I need you to do. Orders have come down the duct that there have been some sighting of barbarian activity in the vicinity of our column. As strung out as we are, we don’t need some mud caked chieftain deciding to prove himself by snatching a supply wagon or two, so we are dispatching small groups, like yourselves, to patrol along the column.”

More glances exchanged. Some shuffling of feet.

“I know, I know. You’re wondering why you’ve been chosen. To be honest it was completely random and you’re the winning hand so let’s make the best of it, shall we? Yes, what is it?”

One of the other men had twitched a hand up. Flavius looked at him in exasperation.

“Centurion, what exactly are we supposed to do?”

“You are to penetrate these woods and stay out of sight of the column, slinking around hoping to catch some barbarian turd unawares. Hopefully you can capture one of the pricks and bring them in for questioning. At the end of the day you can return to camp and sleep, but you are to be in the woods again before we begin the march. If you see anything too alarming, feel free to send someone to let me know. Any questions?”

There were none and they were dismissed to dispose of unnecessary weight. They would enter the dark forest with only their armor and gladii. They could bring rations as well. Within minutes the men were ready and they slipped into the trees.

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Ulaf watched as his men built a wall. They had been preparing this ambush for over a week. There was a long line of brush woven together with the ground cleared in front of it. In front of the wall was a pit of wooden spikes covered with loose brush. This was all set several hundred strides away from the track that the Romans were set to take, thanks to Arminius’ guiding them. Other men had been sent out to harass the Roman lines and inflame their martial spirit, so that when the time came the foreigners would be all too happy to chase their tormentors into the woods.

It wouldn’t be long now. They would secure their homes from the incursion of the Roman filth. Just a little longer….

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Quintus slipped into the brush in the pre-dawn murk. It had been three days with no sighting of the natives. He was beginning to think this was a waste of time. His compadres fell in along the line they were taking as they tried their best to move silently through the wood.

Quintus stopped and leaned back against a wide tree. The light was finally growing to the dim light that was the best this forest could muster, but at least he could see his own hands now.

He heard one of the other legionaries moving in close and he turned to greet them. Perhaps they had some news. What he saw instead was the painted face of a German. He opened his mouth to yell, but something slammed into his throat and he couldn’t make a sound. He saw a long piece of wood jutting out beneath his chin and felt warmth rush down his chest. It was his blood.

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Ulaf watched the light leave the Romans’ eyes. Pulling the spear out of the man’s throat, he wiped the point off one the man’s tunic, then searched the Roman for anything of value. Ulaf stripped the armor off and tried it on. It was a fair fit. He would keep it. He also would keep the Roman gladius. He already had one but he could always trade it. There was also some food in the Roman’s pouch and a canteen.

Ulaf listened and heard the bird call that signaled the “all clear”. So his men had managed to overtake the entire patrol, then. Good. It wouldn’t be long now.

Liberalism~Psychoticism

Some interesting food for thought. I stumbled across this in the NY Post. It gave me some insight into the liberal mindset, which I think might help me understand them a little.

The American Journal of Political Science published a correction this year saying that the 2012 paper has “an error” — and that liberal political beliefs, not conservative ones, are actually linked to psychoticism.

“The interpretation of the coding of the political attitude items in the descriptive and preliminary analyses portion of the manuscript was exactly reversed,” the journal said in the startling correction.

“The descriptive analyses report that those higher in Eysenck’s psychoticism are more conservative, but they are actually more liberal; and where the original manuscript reports those higher in neuroticism and social desirability are more liberal, they are, in fact, more conservative.”

In the paper, psychoticism is associated with traits such as risk-taking, sensation-seeking, impulsivity and authoritarianism.

The journal said the error doesn’t change the main conclusions of the paper, which found that “personality traits do not cause people to develop political attitudes.”

But professor Steven Ludeke of the University of Southern Denmark, who pointed out the errors, told Retraction Watch that they “matter quite a lot.”

“The erroneous results represented some of the larger correlations between personality and politics ever reported; they were reported and interpreted, repeatedly, in the wrong direction,” he said.

 

Risk Taking

This study links the liberal mindset with risk taking. These people are more likely to abandon security and cast themselves to the winds of fate. This can be both a pro and a con.

On the positive side, this means liberals by and large are willing to step out without security, which can lead to great things. On the flip side, however, failure means destruction with no safety net.

 

Sensation Seeking

A personality trait defined by the search for experiences and feelings, that are “varied, novel, complex and intense”, and by the readiness to “take physical, social, legal, and financial risks for the sake of such experiences.”

Sensation-seeking can be divided into 4 traits:

  • Thrill- and adventure-seeking: Desire for outdoor activities involving unusual sensations and risks, such as skydiving, scuba diving, high-speed driving and flying.

Pretty self-explanatory.

  • Experience-seeking: Referring to new sensory or mental experiences through unconventional choices, also including psychedelic experience, social nonconformity and desire to associate with unconventional people.

Could explain the need to experience new things re: homosexuality, transgender, other sexual deviancies. Social nonconformity is not wanting to line up with established norms. Basically this all lines up with rebellion against authority.

  • Disinhibition: Preference of “out of control” activities such as wild parties, drinking and illegal activities

Again, a proclivity to rebel. Also why most homosexuals seem to fit in the liberal mindset, since their lifestyle is high-risk from the get-go. Also shows why they seek acceptance for their behavior. In the liberal mind, everyone that is sane thinks that risk taking is normal, hence their unwillingness to accept that there are others who don’t take their approach (BURN THE HERITIC!!!)

  • Boredom susceptibility: intolerance of repetition or boring people, and restlessness in such conditions.

Of course, to the liberal mind anything that is established as normal behavior is boring and the boundaries MUST be pushed.

Impulsivity

Leaping before looking. Going off of emotion not reason. AIDS did not become a thing without impulsive behavior. Having a thought or emotion flash through your mind doesn’t mean you have to act on it, or even dwell on it. Just because a bird flies over your head doesn’t mean you have to let it build a nest.

A lack of self-control. Of course, self-control is an oppressive established cultural norm so it must be opposed. It’s boring.

Authoritarianism

Which all leads to the desire to tell everyone else how they should be living up to your ideals, because after all, you’re much smarter than those oafish conservatives. How dare they prefer the established pillars of Western civilization? They’re boring.

Totalitarianism has been left-wing, for the most part. Hitler? Socialist. Stalin? Communist. Mao? Commie. Pol Pot? Commie.

Just trust your betters, they said. We know what’s best for you, they said. Remember that social norms are oppressive, they said.

Food for thought.

 

 

Feminism is Cancer

 

The official definition of feminism is a range of political movements, ideologies, and social movements that share a common goal: to define, establish, and achieve political, economic, personal, and social equality of sexes. This includes seeking to establish educational and professional opportunities for women that are equal to those for men

Unfortunately, feminism has morphed into a women’s supremacy movement. What was once started to give women equal access to voting and the workplace has turned into a movement that hates men and seeks to see women elevated to a pedestal. It’s not about equal rights, no matter what they say. It’s about establishing a gynocracy where women rule over men. This never turns out well.

When placed in positions of authority, the majority of women will turn to backbiting and payback. This means nothing worthwhile gets accomplished in lue of jockeying for favors and position. One could argue that the feminization of our society has led to the increased amount of vitriol and divisiveness.

The feminine nature is one of chaos and emotion. Left unchecked it is like the wilderness. Where once stood majestic landscapes and tended lawns is now choked with weeds and brambles. Where there once was order there is now chaos.

Where there once was beauty, there is now nastiness and a despising of all that is wholesome.

 

Do not let your female family fall prey to this insidious mentality. It takes innocence and purity and turns it into filth.

Feminism is just one of many ways in which certain forces seek to destroy our civilization. It has led to the LBGFIVHNASDVH1E74$4&6)8 movement and is starting to make noise about accepting pedophilia. Call me a conspiracy nut (Hi, Uncle Bob) but I see guiding hands behind this. Once America is destroyed, who is there to stand in the way?

Feminism. Is. Cancer.