about who did it. Most people don’t look any farther into a reported story. They don’t look for the truth or facts. People don’t know what the true facts are in the stories reported, if any facts were even used. They just take what the reporters say as fact. The corrupt main stream media has made headlines news and talked for days about a Duke University Scandal. But if a white couple were car jacked, kidnapped and raped for days on end and then murdered, the public never heard about it because it didn’t make the headline news. If some white person dared to say the "N" word it was top headline news for days. Most people believe they will hear what they need to know about the news of the world by listening to the headline news.

The general public doesn’t realize that they are only hearing what the reporters want you to know and what the news station approves of. In other words our news is censured just like any other Marxist country. We are being told what they want us to know and what they want us to believe is important. We are being lead down a path of untruths and slight of hand. They are saying to us, “Look at all this social unrest with bigotry and nationality bias.” When all these horrible tragic other things are going on in the world around us. It doesn’t matter to them as reporters about what they report. They all live in their own little reporter worlds. They only associate with reporters. Not the general public. How do they really know what is going on? Ask any reporter and they will tell you that they stay in their own social class. They live in a fantasy made up world. The world is whatever they say it is or what they report it to be. Not what the world really is.

Here is another brutal rape and murder case we never heard about either, The Wichita Massacre.

 http://www.wichita-massacre.com/ 

According to a lone survivor's horrifying pre-trial testimony, after sexually tormenting them, the Carr Brothers took all of them individually to an ATM machine and forced them to withdraw as much cash as possible. Then, the Carr Brothers transported their naked victims to a remote soccer field and forced them to kneel in the snow before shooting them execution-style in the head, and then running them over with a truck. After leaving their victims for dead, the Carr Brothers returned to the men's apartment and stole appliances, bedding, and china.

Cases like these are only mentioned in the local news; never the Main Stream News Media. They are as corrupt and infested like a ghetto with rats. The Main Stream Rats are openly Marxists in their attitude towards the hated America. Blacks are always victims of some sort of a white specialty group singled out solely because they are black. We are told from the Marxist to cuddle them and baby them because they were singled out purely because they were black. The Marxists are just using them for the hidden agenda that was taught to them. (The Frankfurt School) The African Americans don’t understand that they are being set up for a race war with everyone else. This hatred between blacks and everyone else is a manipulated thing. The Powers that be have been trying to wipe them off the face of the earth for centuries. (Look back through black history) Evidence of hidden campaigns of aids vaccines, denying herbicides that would stop malaria in their tracks, the list goes on and on. In the United States in 2005, 37,460 white females were sexually assaulted or raped by a black man, while between zero and ten black females were sexually assaulted or raped by a white man. Think about it. Why?

Why the hatred for white women in this day and age? Aren’t we in the 21^st century? Why as a civilization can we not get passed these things and concentrate on this new century? Why aren’t we looking for solutions to the growing need for energy, and all the other problems we have as a world wide population of people? Or better yet, why here in America is there so much hatred between people of all Nationalities? Do you truly hate your neighbor? Or hate the man down the street that you have never met? Or is this manufactured especially for poor people to give an outlet for their anger for being poor in the land of rich opportunities? Has this situation been manipulated to protect the rich and powerful people? Think about this. They fear us greatly. Look what has happened all down through history to the rich and powerful when the poor have had enough? But, if they keep us busy with all this other stuff, and even giving us an outlet for this frustration and hatred by using violence against each other, it keeps us so busy that we don’t pay attention to what these rich and powerful people are really doing. It’s like sending the kids out to play when the adults have something to talk about. They are treating us and manipulating us as if we were ignorant children.

Every day in the United States, over one hundred white women are raped or sexually assaulted by a black man. The corrupt media don’t tell the white women this fact. If they did it would destroy the rainbow fake fantasy world of the liberal press. It is truly amazing that the main stream media is so corrupt, so biased, so pro Marxist that it does not warn us fellow human’ beings of the utter danger of the three R’s. This is because the plan is to destroy American from within by all and any means possible. (The Frankfurt School Hidden Agenda) The truly sad part of this campaign of theirs to destroy us and our society is that it is really working.

Soul on Ice, by a black writer Eldridge Cleaver wrote, "I crossed the tracks and sought out White prey"..

 http://www.amazon.com/Soul-Ice-Eldridge-Cleaver/dp/044021128X

“I did this consciously, deliberately, willfully, methodically... Rape was an insurrectionary act. It delighted me that I was defying and trampling upon the White man's law... and that I was defiling his women... I felt I was getting revenge. From the site of the act of rape, consternation spreads outwardly in concentric circles. I wanted to send waves of consternation throughout the white race."

America is a very strange country. If some, "So called Fake Endangered species" is in trouble, Americans will open up their wallets and spend millions to help these poor animals, birds or insects.  But to prevent rape, robbery and murder they turn a blind eye to the truth of it. If they don’t see it or hear about it, it can’t possibly exist, right? Just like an ostrich, they stick their head in the sand and ignore it because it couldn’t possible exist in their world. Don't want to be labeled a racist for telling the truth for Gosh sakes. The Main Stream media beat us over the head because Don Imus said, “Nappy headed ho” for weeks on end but the most brutal rape and murder case barely received a mention on Fox News because the victims were white. Can't be talked about, right?

Two women found out about the wonders of diversity and multiculturalism. 17 years old Pam Elliot and her divorced mother were about to find out what Survival of the fittest truly meant. Her mother is a College Professor in Sacramento. She was openly teaching the wonders of Marxism to her students. She grew up with everything. Was taught everything is white man fault. The planet is dying, so it is the white man fault. The white man stole the Native Americans land. Well, who did the Native Americans steal the land from? What? Only white people are racist. What about the Blackfoot Indians attacking the Crows and forcing them off their hunting grounds and taking their women as slaves? Look at our forefathers. They were white slave owners true, but what about the 7,000 documented Black Slave owners. Don’t hear much about them do you? (See how the history books have been conveniently manipulated for racism? Do you think it could be to manipulate hatred between black people and white people?)

Now back to Pam and her college professor mother. Pam and her mother had rallied against gun owners of America. Guns were “Evil” they had said over and over. Hunting was a barbaric act against a helpless innocent animal. Only violent, mentally incapacitated people could even conceive of the thought of killing a live creature. She preached that only the white man did such horrible violent things. She always preached the evils of the white man. She conveniently ignored all the gang violence going on and death and destruction they caused.

None of the things they were taught or had experienced up to this point helped to prepare them for what it was like when everything went dark in the world with the EMPs going off. Well, living in the Sacramento cesspool surely did not prepare these two for the true evils of what the world was like now. Pam was trying to heat up a can of soup using candles. It was the only thing they could think of that might work. There was a loud crash and the sound of breaking glass. A gang of five men and two women broke into the house. This black gang had been targeting whites in an effort to survive. The tactic was simple. Find a house with no close neighbors, storm the house, and kill the men and boys. Then rape the women and any girls and stay until the food and water runs out. Kill the women when they left. This was the second house they had hit so far.

The door was kicked in and the five men stormed into the house. Pam’s mother was upstairs trying to find more candles. Two of the men raced up the stairs to subdue any men. The three remaining men with practice from a lifetime of robberies and gang violence stormed through the house looking for all the people within. One of the men had a 9mm and was holding it gangster style when they found Pam. Another of the men yelled to her, “How much food in the house bitch?” Pam was startled. No one had ever talked to her like this before. Her fight or flight syndrome was running through her body. Get out or face them, these were her only two real choices. They had guns. Her mother was upstairs. She couldn’t just leave her to face these men, these monsters alone. All her senses were yelling at her to call the cops. Call them now. All this was racing through her mind as fast as lightening. “Get out of our house or I am calling the cops”, Pan yelled back to them. One of the thugs walked over and grabbed the phone off the wall and handed the phone to her and said, “Go ahead. Call the cops. The phones don’t work. Nothing works anymore.” Her face drained of all color. The same man that had yelled at her before said, “Now, answer my question. How much food is in the house?” She didn’t know what to do now and could only point to the pantry. One of the two women walked into the room and went over to where she was pointing. The woman pulled the pantry door open and yelled back to the rest of them, “Oh man, we will be eating real good for four or five days.”

Pam and her mother’s personal hell was about to begin. Two of the thugs dragged her upstairs. One asked her, “Which one is your bedroom?”  She could hear her mother screaming and screaming. She felt her body began to tremble in fear. She stammered out, “What are you going to do?” One of the thugs smiled evilly as he answered, “Were going make you a real woman. Now which one is yours?” Pam was too shocked to answer. She just stood there in the hall with a deer in the headlights look on her face. The two men started ripping her clothes off as they dragged her into the nearest bedroom. It was her bedroom. “Come on, baby. Don't fight it. Just get in the groove and you will really enjoy it. I swear”, laughed one of the men as he drew out a knife and began cutting the rest of her clothes off.

They rape her and beat her over and over. She couldn’t scream anymore her voice was gone except for a hoarse whispered mumbled plea every now and again. For hours this just went on and on, again and again. The two left her tied to the bed. Her body was bloody and broken and swollen when the next one came in from downstairs for his turn. He abused her body for awhile, making her cry out with a croaking voice and whimpers and then he left. The two that had been raping and abusing her mother came in for their turn with her. She finally passed out from that beating.

She had no idea what time it was when she woke up. She was in shock. She hurt everywhere. She could only see out of one eye. She looked around her bedroom as best as she could with only one eye. She was alone. She laid there for a long time. She prayed they would not come back. She finally realized she was untied. She tried to sit up. It took her a long time to get out of bed. She stumbled to the bathroom barely making it by holding on to the walls. She was bleeding everywhere. Even her vagina and anus was bleeding. “So much blood everywhere. Does the human body even have that much blood?” she thought. She looked around the dimly light bathroom. She looked down at her body. There was not an inch of her that didn’t have blood, or a bruise or some other things on her. Nothing was really registering in her brain.

She stayed in the bathroom a long time. She finally realized the house was quiet. It was either that or she was deaf now. She didn’t know which it was. “Does it really matter?” she thought. She realized she was naked and shivering. “Was it cold out? It doesn’t feel cold,” she thought. She finally made her way back to her bedroom. Her bedroom looked like a tornado had blasted through it. Things were broken and thrown every which way. She grabbed the first thing on the floor that looked like it would cover her. She was shivering so she must be cold, right? It was flannel nightgown. “Now I’ll be warm and stop shivering”, she thought. It took her awhile to get the night gown on over her head. She kept loosing her balance and was stumbling around. She fell a few times and it took some time to get back up again. She could hear herself gasping for each breath. “At least I know I’m not deaf”, she thought.

She slowly stumbled out of her bedroom and went to the top of the stairs. She looked long and hard with her one eye. She listened for any sound. The only sound she could hear was occasional snoring. They were still here. She shivered more violently as she waited at the top of the stairs. She knew she had to go get help. But where could she go for help? And who would help her? She didn’t really know the neighbors that well. They hadn’t lived in this neighborhood all that long. She felt she had to do something, anything or she was going to start screaming and never stop. “I’ll try to get outside, then I’ll…whatever” she thought. I have to get down the stairs. Oh, how she didn’t want to go down those stairs. They were down there.

She took as deep a breath as the pain would let her and stepped down on the next stair. She just kept doing that over and over until she reached the bottom step. She hesitated on that last step violently shaking. She was so afraid they would hear her or see her. She stepped down from the last stair. She crypt as silently as possible down to the hallway. She looked both ways. She could hear the snoring louder now. It was coming from the living room. She could see some of them asleep on the floor, the couch and the chairs. It looked like they had found her mother’s liquor cabinet. Bottles of liquor were littered all over the place. She looked the other way down the hallway. Silence from the kitchen. She strained with every fiber of her being for any sounds coming from that way.

Nothing, not one sound could she hear. She turned and slowly moved along the wall into the kitchen. She could see the back door. It was right over there. She took a couple of deep breaths to get up her courage. She walked straight to the back door and slowly opened it. She walked through to freedom and slowly shut the door. It had grown completely dark by this time. She hadn’t noticed until she stepped outside. She resisted the urge to run screaming into the night. She had no idea where or which way to go. She stepped around the side of the house by the garage. She prayed she was out of sight. She had to think. Her head was so foggy. She was trying to remember where that hunter lived. The one her and her friends and protested against for having guns and killing innocent animals. Where was it? Where was he? He had guns. He could come and kill those awful men, those monsters. She remembered he said he was a Christian. She hadn’t been raised with religion but remembered something about forgiving those who sin against you. Maybe he would forgive her for being so wrong. She had been so very, very wrong. She would beg him to please forgive her. She was so very sorry. She remembered some of the things she and her protest friends had yelled at him. Please, please God. Please let him forgive me. She prayed and hoped there was a God. Please help me she wept silently.

She suddenly realized how dark it was without the street lights. She took a couple deep breaths and told herself to calm down and think. And suddenly she remembered where the hunter lived. His house was a couple of blocks way. She felt her prayer had been answered. She walked as quietly as possible around the edges along people’s houses. Her heart leaped in fear every time she had to cross a driveway. She was so sure they would see her and drag her back there.  She stopped to listen for any noise every couple of steps. Her whole world was focused and existed in those two steps she took. The world was a shattered and splintered thing to her now. Life had turned itself upside down. She did not know who to trust. If she could get a gun she would go back and kill every one of those rabid animals in her house. She thought, “Oh dear God, my mother. Will I ever see her again? What have they done to her?” She was silently crying. The tears were making it harder for her to see out of her one eye. She took a couple of breaths and tried to pull herself together. She had to go on and get help. Her mother was depending on her to rescue her.

She was creeping around some hedges when she heard a noise behind her. She stopped and as quietly as possible bent over to crawl on the ground. Intense pain wracked her body. She kept thinking, “Ignore it, just ignore it.” She clinched her teeth and finally was on her hands and knees behind the hedges. She blacked out a few times but caught herself before she fell down. She heard the noise again. She tensed up all over. All of sudden she was cold, so very cold. She was exhausted physically, mentally and emotionally. She didn’t know if she could go on anymore. She could smell the earth. She slowly lay down on the ground. Her energy just seemed to vanish. There it is again, the noise. It was footsteps coming up behind her. “How can they be tracking me at night,” she thought. “Please God, please don’t let them find me,” she prayed. She started to tremble more violently. She resisted with every fiber of her body not to scream. Her breathing increased, her heart pounded wildly, like a beating drum. It was beating so hard and loud she wondered if it could be heard and if it would give her position away.

“Calm down and stop breathing so fast,” she thought. Just calm down, she kept repeating in her head like a mantra. She thought, “You got this far don’t give up hope now.” She looked up and suddenly in the starlight she could barely make out a figure in from of her. She held her breath and closed her eyes saying a silent prayer, “Dear God, please don't let them see me.” “Them,” she thought? She heard footsteps coming up on the other side of her. All too soon another figure walked up to the first.

In hush voices they whispered back and forth. She strained her ears to hear what they were saying. Her lungs were screaming by now. She hadn’t realized she had been holding her breath. Her body was screaming at her to take a breath. She was so scared. She didn’t take a breath. She just kept holding it in. She needed to breathe. “Move on you two, dear God, please go,” she prayed. She could not wait any longer she had to take a breath. See could see that the two were men. They were only seven feet away. Slowly she released her breath. She started a new mantra in her mind, “Quiet, just be very quiet.” She slowly drew a breath in. The two figures bent down and she heard one of them say, “How do we get out of town?” Then they clearly were not the thugs. “Oh thank God. Please help me,” she whispered over and over. It sounded to her like she was screaming but it came out just barely a whisper. The two figures turned toward her. They weren’t sure if they heard something or not.

A flashlight clicked on aimed right at her. It blinded her. She closed her eyes. It felt like an electric shock to her brain. One of the figures gasped at the sight of her on the other side of the hedge. “Oh my God, what happen to you?” Suddenly they heard a bang and a 9mm bullet ripped through the hedge above her head. The two men instantly rolled and dropped into a prone position. They both had guns. One had a short rifle with a flashlight attached to the barrel. They heard the next bullet and saw the dirt kick up in front of the one that was in front of her. More bullets came their way. Then the deafening reply from the Remington 870 12 gauge shotgun roared and flames came out the barrel. “Surely this is hell,” she thought.

The next one they heard was fired from some loud sounding cannon. The blast echoed off the houses. She heard grunts and two bodies hitting the ground. Then they heard the rack, rack sound of the 870 being reloaded and the click, clack of the 30-30 being reloaded. She heard one of the men whisper to the other man, “Both down.” She could not take it any more. She could not just lay here and not do something. She slowly stood up and started to run as fast as her body would let her. She was screaming as loud as she could and she didn't hear the bullets that whipped passed her head as she ran. Three of the brutal thugs that had broken into her house started rapidly firing a semi automatic 9 mm in her direction. The echoing across the houses deafened the replies from the 12 gauge and the 30-30. She stopped and hid behind a tree.

She heard one of thugs screaming in pain. He yelled, “Kill those muthfuckers.” Another one said, “Ahh, damn it I’m hit. Help me.” “Good, I hope it hurts like hell,” she thought. She screamed out as loud as possible above the noise, “There are seven of them. They have my mother at 17282 Oak Lane.” Suddenly bullets were erupting everywhere again. One hit the tree she was hiding behind and she started crying. The shotgun roared, the triple 000 buckshot skipped off the brick wall hitting the thug hiding behind the porch. He died with a very surprised look on his face.

Suddenly she was red hot mad. She was remembering all of the things that had happened to her, all of the things that had been done to her.  All of a sudden it was all just too much. A rage built in her and she charged back towards them yelling, “Kill all of them they’re rapist. Shoot them. Kill them all. Kill them. Shoot them.” She raced forward. A 9mm hollowpoint caught her square in the chest. She fell backwards by the hedge she had been hiding behind earlier. She heard the roar of a shotgun and rifle return fire. Her last whispered words were, “Save my mother.” Then the darkness closed in on her forever.

One of the thugs yelled out, “I’m gonna kill you two mutherfuckers.” Mark turned off the flashlight. The world became very dark. Everyone’s eyes struggled to adjust. Shallows soon looked like some insane thing or a person charging you. One of the loud mouth punks started shooting at nothing but imaginary men charging him. Mark and Eric watched him shooting at nothing but shadows. It would have been quite amusing if it wasn’t such a deadly situation. As the thug was firing Mark saw it as an opportunity to crawl over to the edge of the porch. He peeked over the edge and saw the punk’s raised hand and the flash of the gun. He smiled and turned on his light knowing full well the bad guy would be blinded. He stood up and the 12 gauge roared. Then silence swept through the dark night.
 

His partner Eric stood up and walked over to Mark. He shut the light off. They both bent down. They were not sure who was hit who was dead. They thought four of them were hit and most likely dead but they could only see three bodies. They have lost the element of surprise to try and take the house and rescue the girl’s mother. Eric whispered to Mark, “What do you want to do?” Mark said, "Let’s go check on the girl." They sneaked back along the edge of the house until they were even with hedge and the girl. Mark said to Eric, “Stay here and cover me. I will check on her.” He took his backpack off and laid it on the ground.

He could barely see her lying on the ground in the darkness. If it wasn’t for her light colored night gown he might not have found her without a light. He crawled up to her and whispered, “Are you ok?” No response. He reached out his arm and found her hand. Her fingers felt real cold. That didn’t mean much. People who are in shock usually are cold. He had learned about this from an EMT course he took to prepare for the world wide collapse he knew was coming. He then reached up and felt for her neck. He found the proper place for her pulse point, nothing. He reached up and held his hand around her nose for a couple of minutes to feel if any breaths were being taken or exhaled. He felt nothing. She was dead.

He crawled back to Eric. He whispered to him, “She is dead.” There was silence for a few moments while they thought about this situation. “Let’s go finish this and kill the rest of them animals,” Mark hissed between clinched teeth. “No,” Eric said. He continued, “Use your head. We don't know this woman from Adam. We only saw three bodies down. That means four are left. We are outnumbered two to one. It would be insane to go after them. Besides, her mother is probably all ready dead.” Mark wanted to burst out yelling, “It doesn't matter.” But then he stopped and thought, “No, Eric is right. What kind of sense would it make to chance their lives when the girl was all ready dead? He agreed with Eric. Chances are so was her mother.” He turned to Eric. “It’s time to get out of town. Let's get back to the escape plan and get out of this hell hole,” Mark said instead.

The two had been good friends since college. They found they had a common interest. They both were concerned with the worlds condition and were preparing for the end of the world as we know it. The two of them had many late night talks about it. They established a Survival Retreat with the help from Mark's dad.

It was just up the Coast if they could reach it. They had it fully stocked and Mark’s dad was retired from the railroad and lived there full time to guard it and to do maintenance. They had fifty pound packs with them. It was enough gear and food to last for five days. They were lucky in this firefight. Neither one of them had been hit or wounded. That might change if they didn’t get a move on. It was time to leave this disgusting place and head there.

It was the right decision to make for them after all. Pam’s mother was already dead by then. She had been beaten to death. Mark and Eric had hit and killed three of the brutal thugs and wounded one other. The thugs were waiting at Pam’s house. They set up an ambush for anyone who would be stupid enough to come after them. They had also heard Pam yell the address to the two people who had shot at them. They were waiting and hoping they would come after them. The thugs were looking forward to the confrontation. They wanted this confrontation with the two people that had tried to help the girl. They wanted to even the score for their dead and wounded. Mark and Eric would have died walking into that ambush, if they would have tried to go after the thugs. A couple of the thugs roughed up one of the black women. It was a ruse. She was told to tell the would be hero’s she too needed help and lure them into the kill zone for the rest of the gang to take care of.

Eric and Mark put their backpacks on and checked the straps and flaps. They didn’t want to loose any of their equipment or to make any extra sounds as they ran. They looked at each others backpacks when they had them on just to be sure everything was secured right. They both took off running across the street. They went through a back fence gate and entered a back yard. Then they jumped a low fence. They were back on the track of their pre scouted escape route. They headed for the interstate and would only travel at night. It would be safer that way. They figured they could make ten miles a night. They had two hundred miles to go. Two hundred miles would be 20 days. They would need to get more food along the way or go on quarter rations. Luckily they had purchased for their supplies an Emergency Snare Kit. They of course, had it with them in their bug out pack. With a little luck they would snare a deer and smoke the meat. That would give them plenty of food to make it up to the retreat.

When they reached the interstate it looked like they were in a scene of a Zombie movie. Dead useless cars blocked both sides the road. Some cars had there doors opened invitingly like they were just waiting for the owners to get in. A few bonfires could be seen in the distance. Mark turned to Eric and said, “This looks really bad. What was Plan B?”

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