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1 The first was when we put an entire assortment of very loud fireworks in a tunnel, and lit them off at about 1:00AM. This mission was part of a rebellion against these assholes that shot one of our bikes one day. They were rather angry that night, and we were very happy. We will be doing another hit on their house sometime in the near future. And that one will be much closer. And louder.

After each mission we get drunk. Not with wimpy beer, we only use hard liquor. Aftershock, Irish Cream, Tequila, Vodka, Whiskey, Rum, and sometimes a few shots of EVERCLEAR. We also sometimes make up our own shooters. And sample others (never try a prairie fire, its killer!). In our next few missions, we are planning to hit the dorks house a few more times, along with a few other houses. And also set off some more fireworks at that tunnel. We each have a large supply of fireworks...loud ones...and soon I will have my license and we can drive around any place we want to. heh heh. Soon I will be putting our directions for mixing drinks that we make up. We will put up any good shooter or other drink that we try. So check this place out often.

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this page was written by REB

REB VoDkA KIBBz

2 Our second mission was against this complete and utter fag's house. Everyone in our school hates this immature little weakling. So we decided to "hit" his house. On Friday night (2/7/97) at about 12:15AM we arrived at this queer's house. Fully equipped with 3 eggs, 2 rolls of toilet paper, the cheap brand, no pretty flowers, (we were disappointed to) superglue, and the proper tools to make his phone box a busy box (for those of you that are stupid, a buy box is where you set their box so that when they try to make a call, they get a busy signal and when someone else calls, they get a busy signal too). We placed 2 eggs in his very large, thick bushes. We just barely cracked them open so they will be producing a rather repulsive and extremely BAD odor for sometime. We placed the last egg on his "welcome" mat. It was very neat, I cracked the egg, put the yoke in the center, and the 2 halves on either side of the yoke. Then we teepeed his large pine tree and this...oak? tree. I don't know, it's big though. It wasn't a complete teepee but it was enough to agitate the homeowner greatly. We also put the superglue on the front door and on the little red mailbox flag.

3 This mission was an attack on the people who shot Vodka's bike, and on some random houses. First, after sneaking out of my house at around 1:55, we lit off 1 strand of 200 thunderbombs and 6 bottle rockets. We had also set a time delayed assortment too. This was made of 10 bottle rockets and a few crackling balls. We aren't really sure if those went off though because by the time they would have, we were a mile away. After the fireworks we went over to this asshole's house. His name is brooks brown {redacted by FBI and missing in files - possibly home address}. If any of you feel like pranking him. Anyway, we didn't really do much to him. Just put some model puddy on his Merc. Then, we went to another kid's house, and started to teepee his big, tall, thick, thorny-ass-tree. We set off the motion detectors about 4 times, and we dodged 1 car. But we didn't get caught! His tree was completely covered and wrapped in ass wiping paper. Even though we only had 4 rolls, we did one helluva good job. After that we moved some rather large rocks onto people's driveways and tagged RC into a fence. Then, we came home and got drunk while watching Bordello of Blood.

4 This mission was frehkin unique. The mission was from my house (REB), through the corridor, past the graves, and to the place where we do all of our fireworks. It was supposed to be like the other missions to this place. The weather was nice, we had 4 items made up and ready for use. The first fuse didn't work. The second fuse malfunctioned also. Both of those items were just about 100-120 thunderbombs strapped together. We had one more like the first 2 and we also had a little contraption of bottle rockets. These bottle rockets were strapped together, and put into a bottle. We placed this bottle on top of a large hill. So quite a few people could see. After about the 3rd try, I decided to just light the fuses that were directly from the rockets. Usually we use loooong fuses so we have time to get away. But this time, with Vodka and Kibbz standing over in front of some bigass shrubbery. I just did the direct fuse. After lighting it I ran like a sonuvabitch to Vodka and Kibbz.

By the time I made it to them the rockets were starting to go off. We had about 50 in the assortment, so it lasted a while. It was rather perrrty. Then we busted the bottle and went BACK to the 2 strips that didn't work. They both had rather crappy quality fuses so they went out before they reached their target. I took the last one, tied the remainder of the first 2 fuses to it, and lit it for the final f*ckin time. Since I am the fastest in the group, I usually light the fuses and Kibbz would be at the point where we stop running. Vodka would keep guard while I light. This time both of them went over and laid down on the side of this hill about 100 yards away. This would be the first time we have ever seen our own work in action. All the other times we just heard them. I lit it, ran to the hill, and watched the lovely ass fireworks go off. They lasted about 45 seconds, a total of around 400 went off. Dogs were barkin and everything. It was really cool to see em all to.

After that we went to this point in the trails that looked like the Q from quake. We smoked some cigars, and headed home. Except...when we were a few blocks away from home, we had an incident. We were walking along the sidewalk when a f*cking garage door opened at the house that we were right by! We bolted into that person's yard...and ducked down and tried to be as quiet as possible. This adult came out, got his newspaper(it was about 4:30 in the AM) and went back in. I tried to signal Vodka and Kibbz but they didn't see me. We waited...a few minutes later the man got in his car and started down his driveway. The flood of lights from his car just covered us. He stopped, got out, and yelled "WHO ARE YOU!" we got up, said we were just passin through and stuff, and he kept sayin "GET OUT OF HERE", "ILL CALL THE COPS!" and "WHO ARE YOU." We f*ckin hauled assholes and elbows home.

This mission was also liquor free as a result of this person named Brooks Brown {redacted by FBI and missing in files - possibly home address} who tried to narc on us. Telling my parents that I had booze and @#%$ in my room. I had to ditch every bottle I had and lie like a f*ckin salesman to my parents. All because Brooks Brown thought I put a little nik in his windshield from a snowball.......BS? yes, Anyway, that was mission 4.

5 This mission was one of the best we ever did. This was from Kibbz's house to several locations in his neighborhood. That night was probably the longest walk we ever did. First we went to this soccer field/playground. It was right on the corner of a very busy intersection. So every minute we had cars going by. There was a lot of moonlight that night, we got to the playground and dodged the lights of cars for about 20 minutes. Then we decided what our first strike would be like.

We got a big McD's cup, and went to the center field of the soccer field. We got out about 20 bottle rockets that were stripped together, and a 100 somethin strip of blackcats. Each had very good and long fuses so we had lots of time. We lit them, and ran over and got in front of these big pine trees. We were totally out of vision. The rockets went off first. They launched out over the field and then the strip went off, after that we started goin back the way we came. Which went through this trail about 35 yards wide with houses on either side. We found this large metal tub...perfect for firecrackers!!! We decided that Kibbz and Vodka would walk off toward the street on the other side of the trail and hide behind some trees while I lit it. Except...the street was over 100 yards away. And they were about 15 yards past it. Once they signaled me, I lit the small assortment of thunderbombs and about 50 stickless bottle rockets. They would only make sound, no visual effects. But anyway, I lit and sprinted the whole f*ckin way. About 3/4ths the way the fireworks went off, I was right in the middle of this bigass trail.

I never ran so fast in all the missions. But I made it to the others and watched all these lights go on from the houses. Then we walked over to this big open hill between some houses and a busy street. We got a long wooden board and placed it on the hill. We had a long strip of about 200 and a little brick of about 3 packs of thunderbombs. This time we used a cigarette fuse. We only needed about an inch of it. We lit the cigarette and went over to hide behind some trees. When it went off it was VERY loud where we were so we bolted outa there. After a few minutes we went back to see if all the stuff had gone off and it all did. So we got some souvaneers (i know misspelled) and went home. Drank some Aftershock that night too. We were supposed to have a few chicks come with us, but they couldn't make it...so maybe next time.

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6. Awwww yeya. This mission was so fuckin fun man. Ok, first of all, my dad was the only parent home so it was much easier getting out...but still hard since all these rocks in my backyard make so much noise. Plus the neighbors faulting dog barking its faulting head off. First we went through the corridor...going through some very tall grass fields...not as tall as the ones in the Lost World, but close. Felt kinda cool. Then we set up the strip of 1132 firecrackers. Using w cigarettes as starting fuses, we had plenty of time to spare. We also had a nice little crackering fountain hooked up to the fuses too. After a few minutes of setting it up, we lit it and went over and hid it on top of this big cement pipe going under a street. We were on the side of a hill so we hid in the grass. There was also a full moon that night, and not a foaming cloud in the sky. So it was like noon on the equator when we were out in the open. But, black clothing and tall grass sure helps. After about 5 minutes (forever) it began.

Beforehand we watched as some lights in the target house went on.....then off. Maybe the bastard heard something. But when the strip started, he turned his bedroom lights off. The strip lasted for about 30 seconds.....we think.....it was very fucking long. Almost all of it went off, loud and bright, everything worked exactly how we wanted it to. After about 15 minutes we started down the bike trail to the next target. The first targets lights were on again in the bedroom but we think we got away undetected. While we were walking to the next target we shot some stuff. Heh, VoDkA brought his sawed off BB gun and a few BBs too. So we loaded it, pumped it, and fired a few shots at some houses and trees and stuff. We probably didn't do any damage to any houses, but we aren't sure. The gun was not loud at all, which is very good. At the next target, we set up the saturn missile battery and the rockets. These both had fuses about 2-3 feet long. I lit them as VoDka and KiBBs were hiding in the shadows.

Luckily there were some trees and stuff at the 2nd target so we could hide pretty good. Anyway, I lit and went over to the others. We watched as the fuses burned and burned...then the rockets went off. It was pretty nice, not so much meant as a prank, but more as a nice little fireworks show. They made some noise, but nothing to shit yer pants about. But the battery didn't work. So I went back, checked it out, and the fuse had burned down to about 2 inches. So I just said up yours baby nad lit it. Right as I made it back to the others it went off. It was pretty quick, and loud too. Since the missiles are whistlers, they probably woke up a few residents. YEY. Then we started heading to this construction site. It’s right on the side of a kind of busy road, but before the houses. We dodged a few cars, messed around at the site and we also swiped some signs from this fence that was put up around the soon-to-be-foundation of whatever is being built. The signs read "RENT-A-FENCE" and had some 1 800 number on them. So we got some very nice souvoneers (spelled close enuf) from that place.

Then, as KIBBz and VoDkA were down in the foundation hole and I was up on top, a cop drove by. We had enough time to see it, take cover, and watch it go by, so it didn't get us by surprise. But once we saw it was a cop we decided it was time to farming LEAVE. He didn't stop, he drove right by, but @#%$ he mighta been looking for us. So we got out of the fence, grabbed our signs and went to the neighborhood again. We didn't have that much trouble getting back home, just some dogs and @#%$. Once we got in, we were tired as a priest after a 5 hour orgy. The total mission took about 3 hours. We left around 12:30 and got back around 3-3:30. We are not very sure but it lasted a while. And damit, it was well worth it. We needed that mission too, we were all pretty tired of waiting and our nerves were just about shot. So it was perdy relaxing to be free like that.

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NEXT MISSION=aaaan whenever

Ok people, I’m gonna let you in on the big secret of our clan. We aint no god damn stupid ass quake clan! We are more of a gang. We plan out and execute missions. Anyone pisses us off, we do a little deed to their house. Eggs, teepee, superglue, busyboxes, large amounts of fireworks, you name it and we will probably or already have done it. We have many enemies in our school, therefore we make many missions. It’s sort of a night time tradition for us.

It’s a very close replica of the missions sites. But we have never seen the inside of the house…so we just guessed. It’s also cut off where the area isn't important (ya know I didn't want to put in all of the neighborhood!).

The mission has been done. And the rebels…once again… emerged victorious. Vee falking blew de sheeeit outta lossa stoof!!

As for the next mission, we haven't decided what to do or where to do it. I had some thoughts about hiding in some large bushes and shooting stuff. Or maybe some more aerial attacks. But we need to go up to Wyoming and load up on that stuff. We are running low. Plus we just got our paychecks….they aren't big…but they can cover quite a bit of shit. We still need to get the fuses too. So far, the next mission will probly be in July sometime. But we AINT SURE.

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'Epstein Didn't Kill Himself.'

Y’know when I put this into the hopper to get around to it I thought the topic would be good and cooled, but turns out nope! No, as I write this there are news stories about this or that relationship to the jet, or the client list or whatever has bubbled up into a space of discourse, though notably, not one I think matters much.

Anyway, here, spitting on my hands and rolling up my sleeves to talk about something that sucks because I’m interested in the conversation about what people think is likely and the way American jails are suicide factories. Fun!

Content Warning: I’m going to be talking about Jeffrey Epstein in an abstract way, without talking at length about the specific things he’s very credibly accused of doing. I’m also going to be talking about suicide and prisons, in a very dispassionate way, which can be upsetting.

The line is ‘Epstein didn’t kill himself.’ It’s a simple phrase on its own and its use as a meme is that it can be deployed very conveniently to sort of assert itself in a conversation. It’s a great phrase for the sheer effect of being a sort of thrown rock, because all the words in it are generally polite words, you don’t have to bring up a swear word, but in dropping it into a conversation you’ve introduced child sexual abuse and an international conspiracy all while throwing it in with the extra dash of mentioning a suicide. Or was it?

(It probably was, you don’t lose anything here.)

Oh okay guh, okay, I guess I should do the basic background in case you’re not familiar with this case. Jeffrey Epstein was a rich arsehole who also spent a lot of time using his money and position to recruit and sexually exploit young girls, teenagers mostly. There are plenty of details in court records if you want to go look them up. He was arrested for it once, they kind of classified the crime as if ‘well, that was a particularly sexy child, so wasn’t it kind of her fault, too?’ After ‘serving’ this time in which he could more or less still do whatever he wanted, Epstein failed to stop the thing he got arrested for once, and then he was arrested for doing it again. This time, people noticed how bullshit the previous ruling was and it was made clear he wasn’t getting Billionaire Freebie options, and before he went to trial in 2019, he was found having killed himself in his cell.

(Or did he!?)

(he probably did.)

The story immediately went places, because Epstein was connected to a lot of other wealthy, well-connected, politically important almost-certainly-rapists, like NAME YOU RECOGNISE and OTHER NAME FROM THE OTHER POLITICAL SIDE. After all, wasn’t it convenient that Epstein killed himself just before he had to attend to a court case where he might be forced under oath to tell the truth about all the people he had helped commit the crime of child sex trafficking?

And yeah, it was super convenient he died in his cell.

Particularly, for him!

Testifying under oath against people sounds like a really powerful or dangerous thing, or how he might do such things to negotiate a better deal or to escape jail time. This is true if you think that oaths in court are magical spells, but you gotta remember it’s just a matter of incentive against prosecutors. If Epstein’s stuff was entered into evidence (which it has been) and it had damning information in it (which it does), it’s not like rich and powerful people would ever be called upon to address any of that behaviour. It’s not like it would matter. It’s not like you get him on the stand and go ‘BILL CLINTON IS BAD, RIGHT?’ he’d burst into tears and have to say ‘yes!’

But then he goes to prison and suddenly he’s the guy who regardless of what he did to Williams Clinton or whatever, he was still the guy who was a soft rich child sex trafficker that nobody likes and it doesn’t matter how powerfully impactful your attack on other rich people (who also have lawyers and every defense against the same kind of thing because whatever they were doing was less egregious and repeated), you’re still going to be living in prison, which sucks. Nobody’s going to give you a super nice free ride prison experience like last time because you know, everyone knows that happened last time.

What’s the incentive?

It’s still prison.

The United States prison system is bad. It’s extraordinarily bad. In the context of a system that is bad everywhere, the United States prison system is remarkably bad. You can think of worse, I am sure, but for scale of people affected, few people can compare to the absolute festival of cruelty that is the United States Prison system. Setting aside the potential harm and risk of death from things like homicide and medical neglect, suicide in prisons is extremely common.

In 2018, the suicide rate in prison was almost double that of the suicide rate outside of it, with around 14 per 100,000 people vs 26 per 100,000 people. Bear in mind that the general population aren’t the people in prison and therefore, not being monitored and kept in close quarters with potentially constant oversight. It is hypothetically harder to commit suicide and harder to be unattended in order to commit suicide in prison and yet it’s almost twice as common as in more free states of play.

It’s also common for people who commit socially considered violent crimes to commit suicide versus people accused of the other categories. Violent crime suicides made up 48% of suicides in the 2000-2019 category according to this DoJ report. The other categories include Property (like burglary or vandalism), Drug (trafficking, selling, using), or Public Order (DUI, obstruction of justice stuff). People who commit crimes in that bucket of sexual violence (and general violence) are more likely to kill themselves (though rape only makes up 8% of the number).

Which is to say, hey, this happens really commonly. Way more commonly than normal suicides. This is also true of things like the camera malfunction (most American prisons are underfunded despite being very profitable), or of the idea that Epstein was afforded special dispensation as a prisoner by the guards (which rich white guys tend to be afforded, especially since it’s not uncommon for rich white dudes to behave politely when dealing with guards or police).

When confronted with the possibility of conspiracy my default consideration is: well, how necessary is something extraordinary here? And turns out that maybe, the dude who sucks and is going to have a rough time in prison had an experience that was very normal for people in prison, which is he was left unattended and given the opportunity to kill himself, rather than face the sudden and immense cessation of his fun parts of life, he decided to do what a lot of awful people do when considering the consequences of their actions. Do I need a conspiracy with multiple people very good at keeping secrets, or do I just need one asshole to do something reasonable?

Of course, the truth is that no matter how you cut it, Jeffrey Epstein was killed by a conspiracy of billionaires designed to conceal their sex trafficking and child abuse. It’s just very, very likely the representative of that conspiracy that did it was a guy called Jeffrey Epstein.

Check it out on PRESS.exe to see it with images and links!

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