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I was imprisoned on false charges and tortured by the federal government. I read an interesting fable there, the Völundarkviða. Its protagonist Völund, a smith most famous for crafting Beowulf’s mail-shirt, is kidnapped by Swedish royalty. They cut his hamstrings and force him to produce more gear. He decides to lure their sons to the island with promises of magic swords and he slaughters them to make chalices out of their skulls. Then he lures their daughter and gets her drunk on the wine, drank from her own brother’s skull. He rapes and forcibly impregnates her. Then she falls in love with him (as women do when you rape them) and he convinces her to steal his flight artifact back from her parents. He hovers over their castle just long enough to let them know that he’s killed their sons and their daughter is bearing his seed, then splits. This is the minimum standard of justice for the consistent infringement of our liberties by the ruling authorities. We must kill their sons and rape their daughters, inflicting such atrocities on them that nobody will ever dare violate our divinely granted rights again. They must suffer unlimited violence and rape until they tap out, repent, and give up all the ill gotten wealth before being exiled southward over the border into the Chihuahuan desert on foot. Until there is massive bloodshed, and we are willing to commit to the slaughter of their sons and the rape of their daughters, everyone is playing a game and our Constitution has not been restored.