Megan: How did you get the idea for these
Viking-Indians in a future Ice Age?
James: This is a story against modernity, based on
our belief that we are gods—for who else could heat a planet by holding a
gaseous magnifying glass to the sun? That whole idea that Man is shaping
climate more than the heavens and the sun came to me at the same time that this
young white nationalist fellow complained to me that my psycho character in By
This Axe! killed whites way out of proportion to people of color. Although I’m
not a White Nationalist—but a race traitor really—I can see that the globalist
one-world-government agenda is contingent upon the diminishment of the people
of European descent to the point of being a curious remnant like the
Australoids or Cappoids, the copper-skinned !Kung bushmen who owned most of
Africa 40,000 years ago. This brought me to the realization that American
whites are soon to be the beleaguered natives of this land just as the
Amerindians once were.
My most recent research has also indicated to me
that the Indian tribes who resisted against the French and English-speaking invaders
the longest, from 1535 to1814—when the people of New England were terrified
that Chief Joseph Brant and 300 warriors were going to invade the U.S.—that the
most warlike tribes of the eastern woodlands were partially white, through
adoption of escaped slave sailors and indentured servants and also through
intermarrying with Norse explorers in medieval times. Where the ancient
Iroquois were part Caucasian and adopted many Norse customs such as long houses
and war axes, my future Vikings are part Indian and have adopted some of their
traditions, namely hunting and totemic visions.
Megan: What are the characters like?
James: They are heroes, mass murderers on a
mission to avenge their people after all of their women and children have been
killed, except for Fend, who has trouble with killing, it bothers him, so he is
like their medic.
Megan: is there a character based on you?
James: Yes, Fend. I’m no hero. By our standards I
may be a fighter. But with a group of legitimate medieval bad-asses like Cull
and Est, I’d be the water boy.
Megan: Okay, since you wrote it I’m pretty much
afraid to read it, so, the first book… Reverent Chandler, what is the story
line?
James: There are seven heroes—the last seven white
guys on earth—trying to get Reverent Chandler back to his order’s sacred tree.
Each warrior gets his own chapter where he stays behind to kill as many mud
people as he can—and they all die gloriously!
Megan: Nice! It’ll be on the Halmark Channel next
year, right?
Laughter
Megan: Okay, Reverent Chandler must be a nice guy,
like the Chaplain on MASH. What’s his story?
James: He was being tortured by the papas, the
catholic priests of the Muds. They cut his feet off to begin skinning him
alive. The Nords that survived the battle to rescue him—the six bad asses and
Fend, their Wuxx, which kind of means wolf pussy—have to get him back to the
Home tree of the Nords where the sacred acts tattooed on his body will be
preserved by skinning him alive and binding his intricately tattooed skin into
a great wooden book.
Megan: And that’s a happy ending?
James: Yes, but it is not assured, besides their
thousands of mud warriors the papas have “mudders” black guys that are trained
like human blood hounds—the NBA with spears, Olympic quality cannibals raised
on the flesh of white men!
Megan: You know, this is what they should do to
child rapists, send them to some world that you made up—you fruit loop! I’ll
take my copy sealed in glass so I can’t read it.
Reverent Chandler: The Saga of Fend
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