Here's an insane rant from one of the Reds' "finest" over at the cyber-ghetto known as "One People's [Housing] Project". He goes by "Heavy Fed" & is perhaps even more of a twisted scumbag than even ole Rerun! He brags about being a rat for the Federal Government..how "anti-system" these dregs are!
"Why don't you quit flying that flag in my face.Report me to the FBI...I fight for THIS country...I always have...I always will...until my dying breath...I will serve her...I swore an oath at 17...an oath to protect and defend my country...from ALL enemies...both foreign...and DOMESTIC...and though after falsely being accused of being a racist at 18...and subsequently discharged from the Navy...I STILL wanted to serve my country...I had planned on staying in the Navy for a few years...and then coming home to be a Police Officer.I quickly found out...that my discharge affected my ability to become a Police Officer...I was crushed.My whole life had been changed, because one person...I did not know well...heard me from the other side of the showers...talking to a good Black friend of mine...who was showering in the spot next to me...this person I did not know...heard me...supposedly...call my friend right next to me...a nigger.My friend told everyone...HE...never...heard me call him a nigger.Several other people in the showers agreed with the guy who said he heard me.I was the best recruit that place had ever seen...I went in all fat and slow...unable to run for long...to by my Sixth week...when I was taking over everything...I was as fast as the fastest track guy...scored as high in my classes as the highest book worm...and requested extra PT all the time...I would request PT for the entire company...anytime I felt they needed it. I was just a squad leader, but because I requested so much extra PT, I was the most powerful man in the company...I did not only request punishment for my company...I requested it for myself. I started out with 'Marching Party"...it's a punishment most recruits avoid like the plague. I requested it every night...it's an intense hour long PT grinding just before lights out...you are not allowed to shower after finishing...you go to bed dirty...or so they thought...I figured out I could go to the gym on base...which was on the way back to the Company...all I had to do...was take my Spats off...and hide them in the bushes...and I no longer looked like a recruit.I had progressed to requesting Short Tour...I was the strongest recruit the Seals that ran that punishment had ever seen. Short Tour is this most intense two hour grinding in the sun with dress shoes on your feet...a pack on your back...a helmet on your head...and a gun in your hands. I had found my home...after my first day there...it was requested that I lead a Short Tour class...they had a 50-75% failure rate in Short Tour...if you failed...you came back the next day...if you continued failing...you were drummed out of the Navy.That day I lead Short Tour...everyone failed...I caused every last person to fail. No one ever passed a Short Tour class I lead.I had many really good friends...who knew I was just trying to make us all stronger...I grew stronger every day...but I also had lots of enemies.So I figure that is what caused the incident in the shower...they had invented a way to get rid of me.And so they did.Though...my country I felt...had turned it's back on me...my country...that I cared about more than anything...shunned me...I still could not turn my back on it.I was very angry for a few years after that...and for a couple years I went around rebelling against anything I could find...I was a tough son of a bitch...I tested my self against everything, I could find. The desert...the mountains the woods...the city...any extreme I could find and get to...I would test myself against.I was very depressed...I wanted more than anything to serve my country.I could not. They did not want me...I was labeled...Passive Aggressive.After repeated rejections...I somehow got the idea into my head...that I was going to kill myself.I ended up back in Austin...had a huge fight with my mother and I ended up taking a whole bottle of sleeping pills. I went for a walk and ended up in Zilker Park...the pills started kicking in...I saw bats flying around me...and people digging graves. I knew I did not want to die...but it was too late...I was in the middle of an empty park and it was getting dark. I passed out. A black police officer found me lying nearly dead.I woke up in the hospital, they sent me home that night in a cab...still under the effects of the medication...I had another fight with my mother and left.I took a plane to Houston...still depressed I knew I needed help...somehow I got it into my head that if I went and rented a camcorder and sold it, the police (my friends) would see that I needed help. The guy I rented the camcorder from said he was going to wait until the rental fees added up so he could file a Felony against me.He did. I ended up in Harris County jail, it was the late 80's, there were 48 people in a 24 man cell block then, I was housed on the 10th floor...they called it "The Gladiator Floor". I was usually the only white person in my tank...I had to fight every day...and after each fight they would move me to a different tank...to start the process all over again.After six months of this I finally had my jaw broken by this huge black dude...strangely enough I was fighting a white guy at the time.I called my father to bail me out...he did...and then later on the Courts ended up dropping the charges.I went back to Austin and started driving cab...I did that for a couple of years and made a really good friend...he was a college student in his final year...we ended up getting an apartment together...he drove cab as well.Less than a month later we were supposed to meet at Taco Cabana for breakfast at 4am after driving all night...I went by my mothers and fell asleep on her couch.I woke up at about 8am...hopped in my cab and started taking calls.The dispatcher kept asking if I had seen my roommate, I told them he was probably at home asleep.After I missed our breakfast...he went back out to take calls...the first one he took was a little after 4am...it was a 14 year-old black kid...he picked him up from a party at a hotel...the kid took him to Round Rock...out behind Round Rock High School...shot him in the back of the head...took his money...went back to the party and posed for pictures with the money and the gun.After that I could no longer drive cab, I ended up in Alaska where I worked as a commercial fisherman for seven years, during the summer months I traveled around the US, Canada and Mexico, I spent the money I made in Alaska fighting crime in my own way.I worked with the FBI, the DEA, the US Marshals service, the IRS and numerous local and state agencies.Then I came across a National Alliance recruiter in a gun show in Austin...the rest is history.These were all very intense formative issues in my life...they made me what I am today...a tool...a tool against evil.No..I swore an oath to my country...to protect her from enemies both foreign and Domestic...I never untook that oath...and I have never ceased my attack on the enemies of America I find.If see any individual...I perceive as an enemy...I take him down...I always have...I always will.I've just transferred my "Passive Aggressive" tendencies...to MySpace...and let my ingenuity take over.This is MY MySpace. This is MY SPACE. Traitorous and racist individuals are not welcome on MySpace.I am forming an army...which I will train...to achieve my goal...of ridding MySpace of all objectionable material.This site can not be allowed to go on corrupting our youth...with racist propaganda...nor traitorous plots against our country.This is the fight I have chosen...this is a test...I have chosen.I have never failed a test.So wave your flag all you wish...you make yourselves only better targets...and once in my sights...I never miss...nor do I ever quit the pursuit.So...report me to MySpace...they are partially my enemy anyway...report me to Law Enforcement if that is what you wish...it will only make me more powerful...to be arrested for fighting hate on MySpace.I welcome all resistance...it tends to make me stronger.I have not yet given up on my Country...I have not yet given up my freedom...and I will not relinquish my right or my sworn duty to oppose those who seek to destroy my Country or it's freedoms be they friend or foe, enemies foreign or domestic.Those that are willing to fight with me are welcome, those opposed...are damned.Heavy FedPS. You would do well to join me...and not oppose me...I will not fail.Everyone reading this message...go to http://groups.myspace.com/unitefightthem and join my group...together...we will...make a stand!First we take MySpace...then we take back America...and restore her to her rightful glory!If you would like to contact me I can be reached at http://www.myspace.com/heavyfed or at HeavyFed@yahoo.com"
Sunday, November 25, 2007
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What a sick & twisted soul.
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