My Dear Comrade,
I must confess to you that I am somewhat surprised at how quickly this country has fallen. Although I have known the surety of our triumph, I did expect some resistance to our iconoclastic spree. I thought some politicians, police officers, or even a few old codgers who had fought for this decadent country's false values would show up and try to stop us. Nothing like this has happened. We have chosen the opportune time when "the greatest generation" has all died or has locked themselves up in fear of the virus. Soon, that generation will be forgotten and our generation, the harbingers of the revolution, will become the greatest that this country has seen. It will be us who will finally set this country free of the tyranny of the white man and all he stood for.
Everywhere you look, our victory is being made manifest. Statues of this country's founders are being pulled down and defiled. Any man who dared to think himself better than his peers is being humbled by us. What we have begun with statues, we will continue with mountains. Those sneering presidents in South Dakota won't look so smug once we acquire an adequate amount of dynamite. After the presidents and generals, our task is to take out the Christian images. Windows, paintings, and statues that show their Jesus and his companions as peaceful white folks must be dealt with. Any artwork made by the white people of privilege will find its place as fuel for our fires. What was once beautiful must disappear if we wish to complete our transformation of man. History will be re-written according to our image. What remains of the white man's culture will be crushed. Soon, all they will know about who they were as a people is what we tell them to know. There will be nothing human that remains in this race. There will be no trace of greatness left among them. Any deviant from our creed, any person who dares to think themselves above us, will be brought down. It is our destiny to reduce all to rubble and leave nothing but the void in place. Once they experience this void, they will come to us for we will consume their souls and fill it with the fire of our lust.
The age of the old man has ended. We are here to usher in the dawn of the new man. We will not stop until our goal has been achieved. Let those who cannot be transformed be destroyed.
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