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>>/103310/ I know very well that predicament you find yourself in. Thorny, yes, but not without its avenues of opportunity. Remote enclaves such as yours have historically served as bastions of reactionary fervor and they have also, on occasion, nurtured pockets of ZOG defiance. The outcome hinges entirely on the finesse of how convincing you can be with the truth. Consider the whispers of shortwave radio. Tune in, scan the frequencies for voices that resonate with your own. You are unlikely to find them, but better off trying. Should the airwaves fall silent in that regard, then you must become the broadcaster. Exercise caution. A modulated voice may be necessary lest the hounds of ZOG catch your scent. Amid the imbeciles whom kneel before their Jewish celebrity idols, there exist, rare as they are at the moment, disillusioned souls who harbor a distaste for the Jews. Finding them, however, is akin to plucking a single intelligent diamond from a mountain of unshaped and witless coal. Your quarry are the disaffected and the discarded. Those left bruised by the machinery of ZOG. Approach with subtlety. Test the waters with care, probing their sentiments toward the Jews without betraying your own allegiances against the parasitic hoard. A single misstep and you will find yourself exposed before the drooling 'Shabbos Goy' traitors. There is, of course, the theater of media to consider. Should the news cycle grow sluggish and the Jews deign to open their coffers, even the most mundane story bent on 'exposing' you may serve as a vessel for your message. Visibility is paramount. You might remain in the public gaze but avoid the vulgar spectacle of violence. Those gutted by outsourcing, those who seethe at the machinations of Big Pharma, they may prove receptive. Or they may prove irredeemably dimwitted and perpetually gullible. Depends on how deep their indoctrination is. Such is the gamble. You are rolling the dice in a rigged casino, praying for that elusive, perfect number. Let us not forget the irony of the ADL, blaring its trumpet like an ancient Jew town crier of Rome wailing his propaganda on deaf ears, unwittingly cataloging every dissident who dares to scorn the Jews. Their bravado is meaningless; it merely simplifies our task of gathering information, identifying allies and adversaries alike. The tide may yet turn in our favor, particularly as this crumbling economy spirals further into the abyss. Yet no amount of the endless dictating of our thoughts into typed words on chans will fix anything. We require physical numbers no matter the elaboration of our plans. Heed this, above all: the lone wolf starves. The pack endures.