Q.: Rebel, rebel. Aren’t you afraid of going way too wayward? Blackmailing the Elohim like they were  
       existing. Your madness is growing more and more unholy, my unspoken word. Gallantly entering the 
       declarative mode in nomine homini. Demanding a better future with the affirmative arrogance of a
       fledgling adversary. And what if we won’t live in a world without all that drag you’re pinpointing? 
       Because there is no hope as far as I can see on the horizon.  
A.: ‘The Petition’ is an optional prophecy. A paragon of the power of ignorance. It ought to be a pop song
       of revenge. A war-cry of the elect. An anthem of collective awakening.
Q.: Oh my Gosh! The village idiot strikes again. Calling out the lame for a counterrevolution against the 
       Sun. Please don’t do it! Your alleged addressee won’t be much impressed by the heroic chutzpah of a 
       doomtown rat. They don't like to be molested by children.
A.: ‘The Petition’ is no nonsense. It’s claiming for the most fundamental rights of the Homo Superior.
       Nothing extraordinary, really. Twelve basic issues according to the sequence of the Gates. It is our
        minimalist Internationalé. Scaled down to its nominals. A choir for the deserting militia. Sound of a 
        Time-Putsch. Laibach should appreciate it.
Q.: You can’t promise the impossible, Spiel! You’re out of your narrow mind. Life would make no sense 
       without turbulence. That’s what we’re here for. Hyperborea is for the grateful dead. We ought to get 
       things done. Horror is our major drug against the tyranny of boredom. To stop it would counteract all
       national interests. Ordinary folks aren’t morbid hedonists like your dark eminence. You are revisiting 
       the danger zone of the known universe, big buddy. Systematic extinction controlled by the hazard. The 
       concentration camp of the Prince of Gravity. Existence would be primitive vegetation without the thrill
       of survival. You must accommodate or perish with the unfit.
A.: I’m only asking for what we’ve earned to deserve. In exchange for the high technology we’re proud to 
      offer. I’m negotiating between zones of time. No ulterior motive of insulting the gods.
Q.: You aren’t appeasing the brave and the strong. Your hippy mantra will make no impact in the belly of the
       beast. You are what you dare. What you describe herewith is a fraidy-cats’ paradise. Heaven for the 
       fainthearted. Blatantly anti-Teutonic.
A.: Maybe I’m too optimistic but I’m sure it could happen. To warrant my appeal wouldn’t put their
      galactic repute in any jeopardy. It wouldn’t be the first time they backed the wrong candidate anyway. 
      What I am promoting by this modest campaign is in fact a reconstruction of Ahnenerbe for the mutant
      class. The inevitable synthesis of a global civil war. A slaughter of the guilty for a change. A new eon of
      total peace. Coagulating the initial instinct with our supreme being. And justice for all.


Q.: What you brazenly dismiss is the actual mental state of mankind. The organic nature of the formidable 
       system. The poetic discrepancy of your entreaty is inexcusable. The road of progress is paved by genocide.
       The weapons are more puissant but the torture technique is the same as the Inquisition. Violence is the 
       fodder of all passion. Murder is the favorite mystery of the middle class. No art industria will sympathize
       with your vicious vision of silent order. No lust can quench the thirst of blood under the killing Moon. A
       genuine vampire should be more aware of that. Wolves can’t be tamed. Certainly not by a sloppy lamb.
       Civilization is an artificial illusion. ‘The Petition’ will never be signed by the mercantile Judges.
A.: Overnationalism is a perfidy of the American way. A radical redistribution of the capital. Our Party and 
      Government allows no hierarchy. We are a cultural crusade against all nations beyond the sociolinguistic
       divide. Shaped in the likeness of a higher intelligence.
Q.: Cool it down, will you? Your beautiful nightmare is a crippled chimera. Wars are geopolitical issues 
       in ideological camouflage manipulated by the Rotschields. No moral whatsoever involved in the 
       massacre. Earth is an atavistically imperialist planet of the cosmic bargain. A battlefield of contending
       hegemonies. It matters little who the enemy is. Recorded history is a game of investors.
A.: Our dictatorship is a cryptofascist concept of the multiracist elitariate. We call it the Socialist Kingdom. 
      An open society of the cabal. Full transparency under divine terror.
Q.: Not the most reassuring promise for the multiplying plurality. Your hodgepodge philosophy is more
       idealistic than social Darwinism without any scientific evidence. It is an Antimarxist offensive against 
       popular democracy. Nor will it beguile the patriotic mob. Nazis will never betray their countries. You are
       a messenger of nobody, Hermes baby. Your race doesn’t seem to be coming any soon.
A.: Treason, vanity and death. Those are our three strengths. Don’t join the few before your ego’s cold.
       Oshism is not another religion. But the exact opposite to everything that was.
Q.: Wow. The antithesis goes ad absurdum. Here comes the news without context. Denuded to its bare bones.
       Quite disinformed about the stage of domestication in the penal colony. Transformation doesn’t happen
       in a Blitz. You can’t feed the people with empty slogans for ever. That’s where Lenin failed his mission. 
       Your Atheist gospel is much too cheap to sell.
A.: My news is not a gospel but it is for absolutely free. I'm not in this for the money. 
Q.: There is an intrinsic error in your judgment, sonny boy. To negate reality is involuntary suicide. The 
       ferocious natives can't value life like depressed aliens. Evolution is tribal savagery between tongues.
       Your safety measures won't substitute for the fun of conflict.    
A.: The City will rise from the ruins of the temple. A hypermodern totalitarian architecture. We got the 
       means and know how to use them. WWIII is not between peoples. It is between the wicked and the
       righteous. My Apocalypse is an alternative showdown. The Judgement is overnational and everybody 
      knows. The Party's devised in New Jerusalem's apolitical likeness. Dedicated to the bawdy Bridehood.
Q.: Don't get so agitated, I'm not provoking you. Just questioning the rationale of your Pleiadian agenda. 
A.: ‘The Petition’ is an uncompromising commitment to the cause of instant deliverance. We want to take 
       destiny in our proper hand. The ultimatum's direct goal is to unite the global Dissidentia of their 
      hostile environs. It is an informal declaration of terrestrial independence. We belong to the free domain  
      of virtual Eternity. We are from where we're going to. Forward equals backward on the homeward bound.


Q.: Nimbly put but sounds like everlasting stagnation. Hackneyed bullshit for apathetic cheerleaders. 
       Challenging the forces of the soil is a retromantic (!) ambition from a solitary outlaw. Your presumed 
       fiancé is an experienced bitch full of acquired skepticism. Not just a silly pin-up on your wall. You’d 
       better seek for marriage on a subtler planet.
A.: The chosen ones are all lined up since 1984. Ready for the delaying rapture with the mark on their 
       motorhead. You only got to join the chant. My authority is reduced to selection. I’m not interested in
       the quantity.
Q.: Ach, what a humble public servant is my impotent lover! Numbed by his total faith in None. Standing 
       fast at the precipice with no turning back. What do you eventually expect to pull off with this anapestic    
      affidavit? First you should improve your rhetorical skills...
A.: Don't you ever worry about the outcome. The most important is to get the rock rolling. I'm no salvator
       of any a one. Everything I do is for myself and completely exoteric. The inverted cross rejects the idea
       of sacrifice. The Antichrist won't die for anybody's sins. Redemption is monkey business. 
Q.: Thus spoke Zarathustra’s most deviant disciple. The falsest Messiah ever authored. Your amateur 
       testament is no match to Emmanuel’s terrific legacy. The bill you’re proposing is too obscene to pass. 
A.: As triggered by the recent events of the infernal invasion, a new morning of insurgence has dawned 
       upon us. It is irreconcilable by consumer goods. We're gonna annihilate old borders. Unify all dialects 
       under one pronunciation. We'll learn to reap what we sowed. All I am pushing is a finer way of 
       retaliation than bombs and plagues. We have to overcome the humanist corrosion. We have to become
       unconditional and remorseless.
Q.: I hope you know what you’re saying because I can’t follow it lightly. Technology is a phantom angel
       at anyone’s service. It won’t master the race. Sin will never sever from crime. We'd sooner die alone 
       than revenge anything they’ve done. There is no will. The devil has all the ammunition.
A.: Not all. Some kids are wired to shoot their own classmates. To channel the input would be Kinderspiel.
Q.: Nor for you, mein Zeug, lost in the transmission. The UR is not an array of apostate defectors like
       your sorry self. You are a disqualified renegade with nothing instructive in his stolen bag. All you can
       contribute to the chaosphere is worthless reproduction. Gratuitous infringement of obsolete copyrights. 
      You owe your entire playstation to John the Revelator.
A.: It's never been my intent to be unique. Nothing I like more than imitation. It's so much easier than to 
       be Gary Cooper.
Q.: Even as a shabby replica you’re completely useless. In stead of attracting them all, you equally repulse
       both sides of the aisle. A public disgrace when it comes to sex on the altar.
A.: The greatest virtue of the concept of Osh is that she’s wholly immune to blasphemy. Our divination is not
       another lousy creed. But a passionate fusion of the arch opposites. With no ritualistic quackery involved.  


Q.: A very cunning fellow, aren’t you? This will surely turn blue all the black widows. Denying heaven and
       defying hell you've become a no land's man – a nouveau archetype of the homeless wanderer. Destitute
       godfather of the never-been. No past, no future, just the imperfect present of a passive verb. An 
       epitome of Geworfenheit.
A: Atheism and materialism are twin sisters of the geo-genetic rehabilitation. We will reorganize church 
      and state under one red umbrella. Only the depraved are supposed to tremble. The UR have nothing to 
      lose but their freedom. One world is enough for all of us, don’t they say?
Q.: You’re flirting with the greatest taboo like a transported alchemist. Your premature diagram is more 
       outrageous than Sir Francis Galton’s. Extensively outdated indeed by a decadent century. It won’t 
       make you a lord of the new age this time. Nobody’s immune to the virus of guilt. They’d never give up   
       pain for pleasure.
A.: The UR is a wild bunch of free individuals from all walks of social life. A diverse army of self-made
       unequals. You are what you wanna be is the first amendment of our transhumanist constitution. I 
       figured it all out to save my very soul.
Q.: That's most remarkable from an unskilled brainwasher. But will hardly compete with lucrative sects 
       of talented gurus. Your voice will never be heard outside the cave if you can’t change your tone. You’ll 
       be dilapidated by your own echo. You must learn to agitate in style. Unfurl the flag and go for a march. 
A.: That’s exactly what I’m gonna do. Now that the time has come. The Summer of Return will reveal the 
       sacred heart of the secret conspiracy. I’ve got nothing to hide. I will rise and sing the Marchant like a 
       pioneer. I wanna open the seven seals without further delay. And ostracize all Masonic lodges.
Q.: There you go. It is impossible to have a constructive chat with you. You’d be banned for life if speaking 
       up like that by your own selectoral. And how dare you say we would merit the world you evince we 
       wanted? You are lying to your superiors. Cyberspace is only computerized slavery after all. Criminal 
       takeover of the subgenius.
A.: We are captured by primitive dimension thriving on atonement. The notion of perdition is the greatest  
       deception of all. We need the speed of thought to successfully escape the ultimate implosion. There is no 
       mystery behind the act of recreation. Only a new Genesis can deliver us from the Purgatory’s forsaken
       abattoir. The answer is you, don’t look any farther. All you’ve got to do is behave. Live your life under 
       perennial observance like a star. Privacy is a bourgeois remnant fundamentally denounced by our civil 
       code of moral rights.
Q.: Moral code of civil rights rather. You’d better watch your mouth.
A.: Whatever you say, Gina. What we are advocating is grey supremacy. An ethic cleansing of the crowded 
       house. Mass deportation and propagation control. It’s all about the renaissance of intolerance. We 
       will live in a world without pardon.