It’s a cold and quiet night. All you can hear is the whir from your computer’s exhaust fan and the tapping of keys on the keyboard as you type a vulgar diatribe to a posted news report on VNN about, how a 28 year old nigger junkie, who snuck into the Hospice at 3AM in the morning and buttfucked a 103 year old White woman to death.
When suddenly, from outside, you hear the screeching of car tires followed by a loud crash. You leap from your chair and run to the door, and there, in the middle of your front yard, a car, engulfed in flames, is T-boned around that huge grandfather oak tree.
It’s readily apparent that the driver, who’s skeletal shadow can be seen outlined in flames is a crispy critter. You grab the cordless and dial 911.
While you are awaiting for the cops to arrive, you stare transfixed and mesmerized as flames lick out of that poor sucker’s eye sockets and then the skull nods slightly to the right, then to the left and then falls off the charred torso and disappears into the flames of the backseat.
It’s just then, when you notice the bag. A large military-type duffle bag, laying on the lawn about 10 feet from the burning wreck. It must have been ejected out of the car when it hit the tree. But you aren’t going to go after it..........Who knows? The gas tank could blow any second?
And then you see the small pieces of litter around the partially opened duffle bag, no wait! It‘s not litter! It’s money! Looks like big bills, too! About a dozen of them!...........and they’re just laying right there, on your front lawn!
You’re no fool!
Fuck-it, if that gas tank might blow..........and a piece of jagged fender lops-off your head!
You’ve got a double electric bill that’s not been paid and your car needs new tires..............You rush to the bag and start to scoop the loose bills into the bag and then, to your astonishment, you realize that the bag is stuffed full of cash. Heavy cash! The bag must weigh at least 300 pounds!
That’s when you hear the sirens and you can see the reflections of the emergency lights on the tops of the trees indicating that they are close and getting closer fast. You feel the searing heat of the fire on your face as you pull the closure cords of the bag shut and you drag that bag, you drag it like a wild man up toward the house and you roll it under an azalea bush next to the front porch, just as a black and white skids to a stop right in front of your home.
Did he see you? Did the cop see what you were doing? You play it like he didn’t and you run-out to meet the cop who is sprinting to the burning car with a hand-held fire extinguisher. His extinguisher hardly makes a dent in the fire and finally the cop backs-off as he sees the fire trucks arrive and he leaves it up to them to finish putting-out the fire.
As the fire rescue is knocking down the fire, the cop asks you, “What happened?”
You tell him everything.....................everything, except about the duffle bag.
With a skeptical eye, the cop asks you, “Why is the left side of your face so red? Did you get close to the fire for some reason?”
You are clever and a fast thinker. You tell him that you got close to the car, because you thought that the guy might still be alive and you might have had a chance to save his life, but it was no use.............You hang your head in sorrow for effect.
Then the cop asks you, “What were you doing under that bush by the front of the house when I drove up?”
You think to yourself, “Oh shit!..........Did he see the bag?”...........You stammer and bit, then regain your composure, and then in a move that a politician would have envied, you lie and say, “I was looking for my garden hose to try to put out the fire.”
The cop says, “Nice try!..........................But I think that, that fire was so hot, a little garden hose wouldn’t have made a dent in that inferno!” “Too bad, that big old tree looks like you may have to have it cut down.” “Thank you for calling us and giving us a hand, take it easy..............You might want to put some Solarcaine on that face.”
You think to yourself, “Holy shit!..............He buy’s it!”, but you say, “Thanks, officer, It’s just too bad the guy didn’t make it.” The cop nods and walks away.
After the fire trucks put out the fire and the coroner's office extracted the charred corpse and wheeled it away and the wrecker removed the twisted wreckage, you are finally left alone..................just you and that heavy duffle bag full of money.
You bring it into the house...............careful that no one sees you, and you begin to count.
After the first million, you have to stop, take a break and have a beer. You have butterflies in your stomach as you stare at the stacks of money piled on the kitchen table, and you look back at the bag and realize that you haven’t even made a dent in it’s contents.
“Holy fuckin shit!” is a reoccurring thought that you simply can’t stop thinking or muttering out loud to yourself.
You are still counting, as dawn arrives....................and finally you reckon that you have 8.25 million dollars in mostly hundreds, some fifties and some twenties, give or take 10 or 20 grand, because you kept fucking-up the count because you were so nervous.
Dear White Nationalist reader, this is where I’ll leave you..................With piles and piles of unmarked and genuine un-traceable America greenbacks sitting right there on your kitchen table.
What would you do with the money?
The ink of the learned is as precious as the blood of the martyr. For one drop of ink may make millions think.
What would I do?
Id buy ink and bank note printing equipment with that money.
This scenario made me laugh for some reason.
What would I do? Well, I've always wanted a Corvette and a dairy farm in the hills of western Pennsylvania...I'd take my cut (hey, I worked for that money! And burnt the left side of my face!) and send the rest to Alex.
Build a nice little villa in Obersalzberg above Berchtesgaden, buy that helicopter I always wanted, travel the world, establish a harem of hot White women, get an armored Lexus, found a Pagan church to avoid any answering to taxation agents, buy out some struggling businesses for some equity and land, and then invest the rest of it(should be like 3,000,000 left) and live off the interest.
Why do you ask? Its not like I have it planned out or anything.
We need to live our lives. One foot in racism, the other in reality and normalcy. They go together when you drop the things and people we don't need.
Currently 87% Sun, 13% Lightning.
Anything and everything I want, within reason. Nah, screw reason. I'd live the good life and start a few businesses. Oh glory days.
Dream on.
Connecticut farmland is being bought up and sold to developers. The farmer who sells me hay told me he'd sell his 80 acres to me for 1 million, even though he regularly tells developers to go to hell. He knows what his farm is supposed to be worth, so when they call him, he adds 25% to see what they'll say. He tells them, "You offered me 400k for this farm 10 years ago. Why shouldn't I wait another ten, when you'll offer me 5 million for it?"
But he'd sell to someone who was going to farm it. Hell, I'd have the old farmer geezers remain in their house, on their land, and get them home care assistants if they needed them.
Anyway, I'd put the 8 milllion in Swiss and precious metals and land, and I'd start one farm at a time, to try and turn a profit. I'd try to get school boards to pass laws that farmers can reduce their property taxes by donating food to the local schools.
I'd put a multifamily house on my first farm, and have WN families live rent free and make their income by selling as much as they can at farm markets, keeping 50% for themselves, and whatever side jobs they could get, e.g. newspaper delivery routes, teaching (summers off), etc.
Also, I'd have a one room school house for our home schooled kids, and twice a week we'd take an Econoline van for the day to Boston, for the music, dance, gymnastics, and martial arts lessons. I hope the kids would become competent musicians and form musical ensembles to raise money for the next generation of home schoolers.
I'd explain to the kids that they have to choose something that they are going to be one of the best in the world at, whether it's playing piano or wing chun kung fu, or classical painting or mathematics. And it has to be something immediate, not something mediated. Playing piano is immediate, programming a computer is mediated. They have to master something very tangible, that they could use even if they were homeless, even if siblizashun klapsed t'morow.
It would be something like Orania, though in New England. I probably would have to import my WN families, but that's OK. People around here don't get it, yet. But my little community of free spirited home schoolers and share croppers would be like a "revolutionary majority" and influence the dispirited people around here.
Yep, that's what I'd begin to do with my 8 mil. I wouldn't own one single expensive car, no trips to Europe until we take the home schoolers on a tour to Russia, and I'd work towards making the whole thing at least partially self funding, before I run out of my 8 million.
People are dispirited. They've given up. I've seen that it's not necessary to give up. There's still lots of opportunity, and many worthwhile things to do! What a shame for so many people to squander their short lifespan on earth!
Rob
Godzilla mit uns!
Re: Rob
Perhaps someone else could lend some advice here, but it is my understanding that Swiss banks are no longer secure as they once were. They routinely turn over banking information to the US government, sometimes without even having a federal court order. It seems that the safest places to store your money is in the Caymans, as it is more difficult to get information concerning your money there.
Doppelhaken, Draco, Richard H, ToddinFl, Augustus Sutter, Chain, Subrosa, Jarl, White Will, whose next?
Move out of this shit hole of a city and into a nice big country farm house with lots of animals and tons of land far from chaos. Take care of EVERYONE who means something to me and kick back and live a nice laid back life , taking a trip or two a year to wherever my heart desires. Send a huge chunk to any kind of WN organization that can put it to good use towards financial help for families who need it. Have about 5 more kids and start an Aryan community.
buh bye negros and arabs!
Has it occurred to anyone else that anyone traveling with $8,000,000 in cash is a criminal and criminals would come looking for the money ASAP? I know what you are thinking they would believe it burned in the crash, but if a criminal loses that much money they are not going to take your word and go about their merry way. They would also not wait for the report from the wreckage to see if the money actually burnt but they are going to come to you and beat a satisfactory answer out of you.
The only way you would be able to get away with the money would be to bail immediately leave everything behind and get a new name and I.D. then start a completely new life.
Still someone all of the sudden has several million dollars in cash wouldn’t be able to hide it if they began spending it. You would pretty much have to leave the country.
Doppelhaken, Draco, Richard H, ToddinFl, Augustus Sutter, Chain, Subrosa, Jarl, White Will, whose next?
I wouldn't touch that duffle bag with a 12 ft. pole! They keep those bills serialised and all that would need to happen is for you to start spending it in your local marketplace and the very next day the FBI has the whole town swarmed! Unless its drug money; but it would most-likely be stolen from a bank!
8.25 million
1.25 million to set up and fund the Vanguard News Network Corporation and its 1st year of operation
2.5 million (estimated) to purchase land and a facility for personal living for myself, family, a nice woodshop and those that would make use of the attached multimedia production facilities for WN broadcast desemination in its various forms (includes broadcast licenses for tv and radio)
1.25 million for printing and shipping facilities
1 million for a nice fishing boat, medium size aircraft, and all necessary accutriments for business and pleasure use
.5 million to invest in 'the mans stock gambling markets' (sure bets only)
1 million to invest in solid White businesses
.5 for 'living expenses'
Of course all I would ask is that the VNN Corp. adopt a 501c4 status so that it could directly lobby government officials and get huge breaks on taxes, to which all things mentioned and underwritten would receive huge breaks like most 501c4's do.
That's what I'd do if 8.25 million dropped at my doorstep no matter how it got there.
But if I really got the money I would donate it to the palestinians so they could replace those stupid rocks with some anti-tank missiles!
I wonder if you could open a new account in another country. Wouldn't it be converted then if you did that? Maybe in a country somewhere in the Middle East like Pakistan. The point would be to put it somewhere where no one would question you. You wouldn't have to put it all in the same place either. Maybe you could travel around in different countries. Of course it would have to be countries that aren't too friendly with our government right now.
Of course it would have to be countries that aren't too friendly with our government right now.
Well, you could have your pick of almost any country in the world then. 
FKA, Hitler Goddess, Starr
I wonder if you could open a new account in another country. Wouldn't it be converted then if you did that? Maybe in a country somewhere in the Middle East like Pakistan. The point would be to put it somewhere where no one would question you. You wouldn't have to put it all in the same place either. Maybe you could travel around in different countries. Of course it would have to be countries that aren't too friendly with our government right now.
Its going to look very suspicious for someone to travel across the world to Syria with a briefcase of 8.25 million dollars. And goodluck on getting that through airport scanners!