Seven Facts that you already know:
Only Shitheads and Queers watch the TV
Turd Terrorists.
Only Shitheads and Queers listen to
Filthy Monkey Horrors.
Only Shitheads and Queers read queer
newsrags.
Only Shitheads and Queers read queer
magrags.
Only Shitheads and Queers obey the
Deviates.
Only Shitheads and Queers work at the
NSA.
Only Shitheads and Queers Vote.
As simple and as obvious as these
things are ... the ramifications of so much malfeasance and decay
and debauchery are not always obvious. In fact, many of the results
of these extreme and sinister evils are often deliberately hidden and
covered over and disguised by the perpetrators.
Likewise, the way to combat such
double-dealings and falsehoods and pretenses is to shake up and
expose them for what they are.
I said I was NOT listening. To them.
And who would? Which is to say, I am NEVER listening to their medias.
I have turned OFF all medias of any kind, including the Internet
sources and rumor mills. You will find out why, soon enough.
I am listening to YOU -- Real Young Men
in real life. I am always watching Real Young Men and listening. As
to the enemy -- I ignore their media acts. Instead I see them for
what they really are. At the same time, I am not going to listen to
any organization which pretends to be on our side and is so bogus
that it cannot even talk to me in real life. Are you forgetting all
of the so-called 'Conservatives' on AM radio? Those fakes and phonies
are deeply immersed in the Dark Side. Their existence depends upon
the continued existence of the Dark Side.
Did it ever occur to you that there are
false organizations pretending to be Human Men, but they never intend
to talk to me or any other Real Man? They exist to make stupid men
think that Real Men do not care about young men of any color. They
pretend to represent young men and their interests, for the sole
purpose of blocking access to Older Real Men. They will never do
anything that matters, and they will never allow Real Young Men to
have communications with Older Real Men. They are Queers!
Especially in Sioux City which is
loaded with Deviates.
In other words -- it is not "The
way it is." so stop saying that. That is a feeble excuse.
Instead it is -- "The way we have been fooled."
Look around you. Do you see any of the
(older-than-young) White Men that have been giving you advice? Are
they smiling and smug and content?
Do you know why?
YOU are why. Your confusion and sense
of hopelessness is why. They expect to fornicate you into Voting next
November.
Your isolation from each other and
between your generations is going to be your downfall. True, we must
always be on our guard against the Heterophobic Devil Fags, but that
is no excuse to live in isolation.
For instance, when I was there, the
vermin in the HBHZ used to say that the vermin in Mordor were sick;
whenever the Maggots of Mordor opened their insane mouths about me.
Other the hand, I used to tell the vermin in the HBHZ -- "Who
are you to say the Orcs of Mordor are sick?! This shit hole is
swarming with vicious lunatic Lesie-turds and their Killer Faggots!
And you will not do anything about it!" They were the kinds of
cowards that are never worthy of your efforts to help them, but the
same scum that you want to help will heap insults and wounds upon you
any chance they get. Because you are better than they are. And they
know it and do not want you to know it! To them, the way to depress
you and thereby make themselves look better because you are no longer
in sight; is to keep all of you separated and divided and
dis-organized, and thinking you need one leader. I have already told
you that you need one hundred thousand leaders, and Unity. Such
creatures as I just described are just another faction of freaks that
have weird and selfish reasons to want you dead.
Meanwhile -- I am
over here! I am doing something entirely different. What have I been
doing? Well, I have wanted to expose the horrid evils of the Demented
White Females, one of our worst enemy groups, for years. That has
been achieved.
It is the older versions of the same
pack of bitches that are teasing you today, about following someone
who you cannot even talk to. That is how they want you to think of
it, because they want you dead -- or slaves, which is worse.
What is wrong with you? Why do you
listen to those bitches? You don't know where those mouths have
been!!!! If this is a learning curve for you, you are making it a
climb up Mount Everest by caring what any of our enemies say about
it. Ignore the God-damned Pieces Of Shit!
Of course they do not want you to talk
to anyone who can help you. They do not want you to talk to each
other! They are hideous, no matter what they look like or act like.
Quit being so naive. Quit listening to them and making excuses for
anything. Anything that you do is just to destroy them anyway, and
they know it. They are the enemy, and they know it.
Who did you think the enemy was?
Know your enemies. Never Vote.
You cannot be timid and survive in
Planet Sinister.
Explanation follows ... and after this
I am not going to mention it again.
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I have to word this properly because it
is complicated and covered by deceptions on the part of our enemies.
First of all, I am NOT watching (or listening to) any form of Medias;
not even on the Internet. I AM watching and listening to our own
People ((including Real Young Men)) and our enemies as they exist in
their bladders. I am forever beyond any possible reason to watch or
listen to all of that Queershit called 'The News'.
'The News' never tells 'The Truth' --
when the Deviates failed to kill the Human Species on June 26th of
2013, the Masters of those vermin ordered an about face and a 180
degree course change -- and -- a complete regrouping and reassembly
of all neutered short-haired bladder-faggots back into the stys.
THEY NEVER TOLD YOU ABOUT THAT, DID
THEY?
The intended and huge Satan's Ceremony
was called off -- and -- all faggots were ordered to return to their
former guises as short-haired bladder dummies. The Demented White
Females were tasked with that order. It became their job to corral
all of their faggots and put them back into holding pens; with short
hair of course.
THEY ALL FEAR UNQUEERED YOUNG WHITE
MEN.
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****IMPORTANT POINT****
The reason why I am not attending
meetings and gatherings (etc) is not just because no one invites me
and the presence of Deviate Spies. You must think of me as a Man In A
Workshop who is always in there tinkering at his trade. Which in my
case is writing the Truth about our enemies. If you want something
from me you have to visit the workshop and say something. In other
words -- SPEAK!
How else can it happen?
At the same time, in the very same
instant, I will never believe that anyone is a Human in any PLACE
that is infested with the Queerism Mental Disease. For instance, at
this very moment I am at a truck repair shop in Omaha. The sickos
that operate this repair shop have a God-Awful TV on, in the customer
lounge. I saw what was on that POS Machine for a few seconds and it
was instantly obvious to me that the screen was filled with one fat
and ugly Lesie-turd that was pumping a Fuck-faced Faggot to talk
Queershit on TV. Verbal sewage, that was filled with all of the terms
and assumptions and false information that is part of the so-called
Homosexual Agenda. All TVs show such filth at all times.
My point is -- the PLACE IS
CONTAMINATED!!!!!!!!!!
The place was
large enough inside to hold a high school marching band -- and -- if
the marching band from 'We-Are-Real-Humans-Homeschool' was inside
that place and playing the National Anthem all day long ...
THE PLACE WOULD REMAIN
CONDEMNED!!!!!!!!!!
And why not? As soon as you go into
that place you are assaulted with the horrible sights of a Lesie-turd
and a Sucking Faggot crapping Queer Propaganda from its face.
THAT IS HIDEOUS!!!!!!!!!!
Jesus Christ himself could reappear (at
last) in that repair shop while I was standing there -- and -- I
would ignore him just like I ignore everything and every one else in
such a shit hole.
Do NOT reappear in shit holes.
Do NOT appear in shit holes.
Do NOT work in shit holes where the TV
Turd Terrorists exist.
Do NOT work in shit holes where the 'HR
Department' is full of Queers.
At the same time, I am fully aware of
the many treacherous enemies that are trying to neuter and genocide
all Young White Men. That was Deviate Order Number Two, after June 26
2013. However -- to accomplish that goal all Older White Men must
first be eliminated or made ineffectual. Hence, all of the attempted
character assassinations against myself and any other Older White Man
that dares to say or write the Truth.
This includes the lies of the Deflated
White Toys of the Lesie-turds. Such toys are (older-than-young)
White Boys that had delusions of grandeur when they were young, and
are now disappointed. They are under orders to genocide Real Young
White Men by keeping them away from the Truth and Older White Men.
FACT!!!!
Such attacks from inside your own ranks
are even more insidious than the assaults on factories (of
Democrap-ruled workers) by Incrazy Dykes; that are tasked to
give twisted seminars and conduct twisted meetings with entire work
crews and brainwash them into becoming homicidal maniacs. Thereafter,
to attack each other. The Incrazy Outcome supposedly being the
firing of all Humans in the factories. As Gross-tesque as those
horrible lies and molestations are, they are not as bad as having an
(older-than-young) White
Boy standing next to you and telling you that the Older White Men are
worthless and out-of-date and fools and out-of-touch with what is
happening ... blah blah blah. Such lies are just more feces gushing
out of queer faces; but very dangerous because they are so close.
[[By the way -- all of the workers at
that repair shop are miserable. They have to be -- the so-called
management is exposed to TV.]]
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From such phony labels and media
control handles as 'Significant Others' to
Hate-Teams-Pretending-To-Be-Married to Synthetic Genders -- it is all
part of the APA War against the Real Human Species. Psychological
Warfare, using the Queer Medias and a catalog of Queer Fakeries. The
creation and fostering of the Ford Reich of Stupid White Imbeciles
(with the smallest possible craniums) is just another of their
attempts to thin out the ranks of Real Young White Men.
Just as I suspected:
When I recently put into writing that I was NOT listening to anything
based in the Medias -- the Demented White Females immediately
cheered. Those douche bags took it to mean that I do not care about
Real Young White Men. In their fevered and tiny brains they took it
to say there will be no revolution. A week later, those Hags started
to pretend that they like me -- a little.
THAT IS WHAT I WAS LOOKING FOR!!!!
An undeniable evidence of their latest
setup against us.
Those monsters have put all of their
short-haired faggots back into the bladders -- and -- that makes them
vulnerable to attack. Attack from their victims, the Real Young White
Men. They will do anything now to cripple the minds and intentions of
the Real Young White Men.
THEY ALL FEAR UNQUEERED YOUNG WHITE
MEN.
For my part, a little likeness from
such swine causes a lot of vomit on my side. But, it is over and I
got the evidence I wanted.
Now, this may sound trivial to some of
you, however the reality of it is quite serious. What does it really
mean to the SQLD?
Answer: In the bladders nothing and no
thing has any importance except the so-called Homosexual Agenda.
Which we Humans know is forever Queershit, because there is no such
thing as 'Sexual Orientation'. There is Man and Woman. Done, and more
than enough. One of the most essential plans to kill off all of
Humanity centers upon the male sex -- starting with the White Man and
then rolling on to decimate the Black Man.
The Demented White Females will jump at
any chance to complete their mission of destroying the Male Sex and
reducing all males to helpless drones. This test has proven that the
Demented White Females are still as horrible and as vicious as the
things were in the past. Nothing has improved in the Dark Side -- all
else is lies. Every little bitch that teases you, is one of them.
To keep track of the Dark Side, the
entire ugly mess has to be tested often.
What is the outcome of this
test?
BEHOLD!!!! THE SAME VOMITOUS EVILS
STILL EXIST AND ARE EXPOSED AGAIN!!!!
The treacheries and the uglies and the
evils of Demented White Females ...
and their trained lapdogs the pathetic
short-haired bladder-faggots ...
are made obvious as a continuous and
vile attempt to thin the ranks of Real Young White Men.
i keep explaining this stuff which
can be really boring
THEY ALL FEAR UNQUEERED YOUNG WHITE
MEN.
and they hate anyone who likes them
[[You have to realize that one of our
many victories so far in this war is the forcing of the enemy to
accept that we know the Truth about the things, and we are going to
say and write the Truth about the things, and we do NOT have to care
what they want, and we do NOT have to care what they think about
anything or any thing or any one.]]
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When I saw what the Deviate Orders were
after June 26th 2013, I knew it was time to grow my hair long again.
Especially when I heard the order to reassemble all of their white
male dupes into their former herds of short-haired sheep. I do not
expect that most of you knew about that. I am always more informed
about what is really happening. I have been playing head games with
the Demented White Females ever since I heard that order. Which is
exactly like playing with someone else's rock collection.
For this, the Demented White Females
really hate me to an extreme, and constantly mouth the same words of
hate no matter where they are -- "He Ruined Our Beautiful Evil
Movement!"
GOOD!!!! LET'S DO IT AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!
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Think about how horrid the Queershit
World is. Those things are locked into the rut of forever having to
lie to keep their Queershit World inflated with their nasty breaths.
And -- they are starting to admit it to
each other. During the first week of this month I was in a large
convenience store in Fort Drudge looking for orange juice and angus
dogs. I was quite happy with my thoughts of eating the dogs and
drinking the juice when all of a sudden an ugly and skinny and
contorted and middle-aged Lesie-turd (common in Fort Drudge) walked
past me squawking on a cell phone. Instantly I was not sure whether
the noise was coming from the cell phone or the dyke. It spoke again
and I knew the noise was coming from the thing holding the thing. I
was walking in one direction along a line of tall glass coolers full
of drinks and then ice creams and the thing walked parallel to me and
faster; such that I caught its words and the replies (noises) from
the cell phone. The thing holding the thing said it was too bad -- a
growl and it was his fault -- the sweetness of success was gone -- a
sad growl -- now there was just his damn wall -- then noises from the
phone saying iick what can they doos -- the reply was they will have
to keep up the charade (spoken as cherr-aade) -- the phone said it
was a horrible expense so muchy so muchy -- the thing holding the
thing said if they did not keep up the cherr-aade the millions of
their subjects would turn on them and become extremely violent -- so
the entire month must be forced upon them again -- however did so
many lies have so little effect on the others -- hisss -- and then
something about those damned bladders of -- hiss ... fade out. It
disappeared into the female's room.
I stuck my head into a tall cooler for
relief and began to laugh. "Aha!" I said to myself, looking
point blank at a large tub of Green Sherbet -- "They know about
the bladders!" What a sight I must have made standing there
laughing at the Ice Cream.
i live for such little slices of joy
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Let me give you some advice ...
With the NSA now admitting that they
are all Queers -- and thus the Entire Government -- there is no such
thing as an American Nation wherever any Queer Government is
concerned or present or allowed to interfere. The American Nation is
now the American Humans -- and Only The American Humans.
THEY ALL FEAR THE REAL YOUNG WHITE
MEN.
There is a HUGE PARALLEL to all of
this. The schmeer and slime of the SQLD dependency upon endless
lies for their fake existence, depends upon the ingrained and
installed stupidity of the Unwashed Masses. Washed Masses are NOT
allowed. Any intelligent life form is expressly forbidden. The
Masters and Sub-Masters and Middle-Managers-For-Hire operate the
Unwashed Masses exactly like a corrupt Casino Owner and its hired
lackeys run evil Gambling Casinos. Unwashed and stupid gamblers are
their meat and potatoes; their preferred clientele. Professional card
players that are well versed in the mathematics and mechanics of all
forms of gambling are the last thing that they want to allow through
the casino doors. The parallel is the casino scammers and their
hatred of professional gamblers who can see through all of their
crimes and scams and fakeries -- paralleled by -- the SQLD Masters
and their hatred of Real Young White Men who have the potential to
see through all of their crimes and scams and fakeries.
If you did not understand that -- AND
-- you are a Real Young White Man ...
then read that paragraph over again and
again. Write it on the wall of your bedroom. Get permanent markers
and write that paragraph on some apparel of yours that you see every
day. Never forget that parallel. Never allow anyone or any thing to
dissuade you from knowing what that parallel is.
THEY ALL FEAR NATURAL MEN.
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More films and documentaries for you.
Why would the education stop, just
because little bitches make fun of you for not knowing they are
little assholes?
The Train.
I think I have mentioned this one
before. I said during a recent message that the Russian films "White
Tiger' and 'The Island' were spiritual. This is true, but it needs
further examples. The Train is a War Classic from Burt Lancaster and
John Frankenheimer about a side of warfare that is always ignored and
erased by propaganda -- the real motives for what happens in War. In
'The Train' the motives are clearly spiritual and this makes it a
better example.
The Hindenburg.
This is also spiritual and a good view
into the motives of what people do in War. However, when it came out
the reactions from the Hollywood critics was one of the most bizarre
that I have ever heard of in my life. The comments from the critics
were as though they had all packed off together to the beaches of
Malibu to get stoned and drunk and watch weird hippies perform
strange dances around beach bonfires -- whereupon they all drove back
to their offices in Hollywood and complained about the music and the
laughter and the lack of comic punch lines. If you read their reviews
of 'The Hindenburg' you will think they were all breathing opium
fumes in plastic bubble helmets while they were typing. Their
so-called comments are as far-out and bizarre as possible. They would
be more accurate describing the far side of the Moon. A very puzzling
reaction, unless you realize that none of those bastards and bitches
watched 'The Hindenburg' to begin with. They were typical movie
critics. I wonder what they thought 'Hindenburg' meant. I doubt if
they ever watched it later.
Regardless, 'The Hindenburg' is one of
the better done and best orchestrated and superbly acted films of its
period. The ending is stunning and very realistic.
The Collapse of the Bronze Age. Back to
school. This is a fine example of an explanation of History, done as
a single production without big studios full of opium fumes and
egomaniacs.
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Speaking of parallels -- a parallel is
a similarity, a likewise example, a situation or a person who well
could have been yours (or you) save for the Grace of God, an
objective lesson. Within parallels we can see ourselves and/or
similar conditions and environments. We learn from the successes or
failures of the persons who actually exist(ed) within those
parallels.
I do not care at all what our enemies
do inside of their Government Bladders to attempt to make Idiot
Voters think (dimly) that the Government themselves are the Real
World and they themselves have decided that all forms of
Gross-tesque perversions are OK with the Real World ...
when all of the time they are
the Deviates themselves approving of their own Gross-tesque and
hideous evil nastiness that they themselves do every day.
The Government IS the
Deviates. There is no such thing as a 'Human Politician'.
About that I have already explained
enough for now. What I care about today is all of the Real Young
Humans (White or Any Color) who are vulnerable to the Lies and
Pretenses that the Deviates attack them with. Vulnerable for all of
the reasons which I have stated -- and -- because of the absence of
experience with comes with Youth. An absence that is deliberately
forced upon all Young Humans by all Liars everywhere that fear an ...
EDUCATED AND EXPERIENCED AND THINKING
HUMAN SPECIES.
I am offering the following example in
an attempt to explain myself to all of you as well as to explain all
of you to you.
I am very much above the Queershit.
Read this. I do not expect you to
understand it to begin with, you have very little knowledge of such
matters. There are literally thousands of such situations and
theaters that hold essential and intriguing lessons for all of you --
if you only knew where to find them. That place is called 'Human
History', and is under attack by the Deviates every day.
These excerpts are from the beginning
of one of those many hundreds of thousands of banned books that the
Deviates do not want you to read, or to even know about. It is an
explanation of a kind of Young White Men who existed within a totally
different world from yours -- and yet what happened to them bears
many comparisons to your own lives and problems. Their environment
was World War One, which they called 'The Great War', having no idea
that there would be a Second World War.
Their task was to hunt U-boats in
Q-ships. U-boats against Q-ships. Their method was to sail in ships
that did not appear to be warships, and were not so originally. Their
ships were newly armed and equipped to fight U-boats, surprised
U-boats, U-boats that thought they were the predators and not the
prey. Often, the U-boats that fought these Q-ships did so in
desperate actions on the high seas with the outcomes in great contest
and the fighting fierce and hot. The group of ships involved was
called the 'Q-ships' or simply 'the mystery ships'. Not only
did they sink U-boats but they also put into great doubt the wisdom
of attacking merchant vessels in a submarine, because any merchant
vessel could turn out to be a mystery ship with large guns. Think of
the general topic of large populations of Young White Men while you
read this. Young White Men. Groups of Young White Men. Many a Young
White Man sailed on those ships and fought those U-boats. They were
led by officers who were still Young White Men at heart.
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The hour
and the need.
All
Warfare is merely a contest. In any struggle you see the clashing of
will and will, of force against force, of brain against brain. For
the impersonal reader it is this contest which has a never-ending
interest. A neutral is just as keenly entertained as the playgoer who
sits watching the swaying fortunes of the hero in the struggle of the
drama. No human being endowed with sympathetic interest, who himself
has had to contend with difficulties, fails to be moved by the
success or disaster of the contestants in a struggle of which the
spectator has no part or lot. If this were not so, neutral newspapers
would cease to chronicle the wars of other nations, novels would
cease to be published, and plays to be produced.
Human
nature, then, being what it is, man loves to watch his fellow-man
fighting, struggling against men or fate or circumstances. The harder
the fight and the nearer he is to losing, so much the more is the
spectator thrilled. This instinct is developed most clearly in youth:
hence juvenile fiction is one mass of struggles, adventures, and
narrow escapes. But the instinct never dies, and how few of us can
resist the temptation to read the exciting experiences of some
entirely fictional character who rushes from one perilous situation
to another? Is there a human being who, going along the street, would
not stop to watch a burglar being chased over roofs and chimney pots
by police? If you have once become interested in a certain trial at
the law courts, are you not eager to know whether the prisoner has
been acquitted or convicted? You despise him for his character, yet
you are fascinated by his adventures, his struggles, his share in the
particular drama, his fight against heavy odds; and, contrary to your
own inherent sense of justice, you almost hope he will be acquitted.
In a word, then, we delight in having before us the adventures of our
fellow humanity, partly for the exciting pleasure which these arouse
in us, but partly also because they make us wonder what we should
have done in a similar set of circumstances. In such vital, critical
moments should we have played the hero, or should we have fallen
somehow a little short?
The
following pages are an attempt to place before the reader a series of
sea struggles which are unique, in that they had no precedent in
naval history. If you consider all the major and minor sea fights
from the earliest times to the present day; if you think of fleet
actions, and single-ship contests, you cannot surpass the golden
story of the Q-ships. As long as people take any interest in the
untamed sea, so will these exploits live, not rivalling but
surpassing the greatest deeds of even the Elizabethan seamen. During
the late war their exploits were, for very necessary reasons,
withheld from the knowledge of the public. The need for secrecy has
long since passed, and it is high time that a complete account of
these so-called 'mystery ships' should be published, not merely for
the perpetuation of their wonderful achievements, but for the
inspiration of the new race of seamen whose duty it will be to hand
on the great tradition of the sea. For, be it remembered, the Q-ship
service was representative of every species of seamen. There were
officers and men of the Royal Navy both active and retired, of the
Royal Naval Reserve, Royal Naval Volunteer Reserve, and men from the
Royal Fleet Reserve. From warship, barracks, office, colony, pleasure
yacht, fishing vessel, liner, sailing ship, tramp steamer, and
elsewhere these seafarers went forth in unarmoured, slow-moving,
lightly-armed vessels to perform the desperate adventure of acting as
live-bait for a merciless enemy. It was an exploit calling for
supreme bravery, combined with great fighting skill, sound
seamanship, and a highly developed imagination. The successes which
were attained were brought about by just this combination, so that
the officers, especially the commanding officers, and the men had to
be hand-picked. The slow-reasoning, hesitating type of being was
useless in a Q-ship ; equally out of place would have been the wild,
hare-brained, dashing individual whose excess of gallantry would
simply mean the loss of ship and lives. In the ideal Q-ship captain
was found something of the virtues of the cleverest angler, the most
patient stalker, the most enterprising big-game hunter, together with
the attributes of a cool unperturbed seaman, the imagination of a
sensational novelist, and the plain horse-sense of a hard business
man. In two words, the necessary endowment was brains and bravery. It
was easy enough to find at least one of these in hundreds of
officers, but it was difficult to find among the many volunteers a
plucky fighter with a brilliant intellect. It is, of course, one of
the happy results of sea training that officer or man learns to think
and act quickly without doing foolish things. The handling of a ship
in bad weather, or in crowded channels, or a strong tideway, or in
going alongside a quay or other ship -- all this practice makes a
sailor of the man, makes him do the one and only right thing at the
right second. But it needed 'something plus' in the Q-ship service.
For six months, for a year, she might have wandered up and down the
Atlantic, all over the submarine zone, with never a sight of the
enemy, and then, all of a sudden, a torpedo is seen rushing straight
for the ship. The look-out man has reported it, and the officer of
the watch has caused the man at the wheel to port his helm just in
time to allow the torpedo to pass harmlessly under the ship's
counter. It was the never ceasing vigilance and the cool appreciation
of the situation which had saved the ship.
But the
incident is only beginning. The next stage is to lure the enemy on,
to entice him, using your own ship as the bait. It may be one hour or
one day later, perhaps at dusk, or when the moon gets up, or at dawn,
but it is very probable that the submarine will invisibly follow you
and attack at the most awkward time. The hours of suspense are
trying; watch has succeeded watch, yet nothing happens. The weather
changes from good to bad; it comes on thick, it clears up again, and
the clouds cease to obliterate the sun. Then, apparently from
nowhere, shells come whizzing by, and begin to hit. At last in the
distance you see the low-lying enemy engaging you with both his guns,
firing rapidly, and keeping discreetly out of your own guns' range.
Already some of your men have been knocked out; the ship has a couple
of bad holes below the waterline, and the sea is pouring through. To
add to the anxiety a fire is reported in the forecastle, and the next
shell has made rather a mess of the funnel. What are you going to do?
Are you going to keep on the bluff of pretending you are an innocent
merchantman, or are you going to run up the white ensign, let down
the bulwarks, and fire your guns the moment the enemy comes within
range and bearing? How much longer is it possible to play with him in
the hope that he will be fooled into doing just what you would like
him to do? If your ship is sinking, will she keep afloat just long
enough to enable you to give the knock-out blow as the inquiring
enemy comes alongside? These are the crucial questions which have to
be answered by that one man in command of the ship, who all the time
finds his bridge being steadily smashed to pieces by the enemy's
fire.
If you can
keep your head when all about you
Are losing
theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can
trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make
allowance for their doubting too;
If
you can wait and not be tired by waiting . . .
Then, one
may definitely assert, you have in you much that goes to the making
of an ideal Q-ship captain and a brave warrior. As such you might
make a first-class commanding officer of a destroyer, a light
cruiser, or even a battleship; but something more is required. The
enemy is artful; you must be super-artful. You must be able to look
across the tumbling sea into his mind behind the conning tower. What
are his intentions? What will be his next move? Take in by a quick
mental calculation the conditions of wind, wave, and sun. Pretend to
run away from him, so that you get these just right. Put your ship
head on to sea, so that the enemy with his sparse freeboard is being
badly washed down and his guns' crews are thinking more of their wet
feet and legs than of accurate shooting. Then, when you see him
submerging, alter course quickly, reckon his probable position by the
time you have steadied your ship on her course, and drop a series of
depth charges over his track. If you can fill the unforgiving minute
with sixty seconds worth of distance, run; if you have acted with
true seamanship and sound imagination, you will presently see bits of
broken wreckage, the boil of water, quantities of oil, perhaps a
couple of corpses ; and yours is the U-boat below, my son, and a
D.S.O.; and a thousand pounds in cash to be divided amongst the crew;
and you're a man, my son!
That, in a
few phrases, is the kind of work, and shows the circumstances of the
Q-ship in her busiest period. As we set forth her wonderful story, so
gallant, so sad, so victorious, and yet so nerve-trying, we shall see
all manner of types engaged in this great adventure; but we cannot
appreciate either the successes or losses until we have seen the
birth and growth of the Q-ship idea. As this volume is the first
effort to present the subject historically, we shall begin at the
beginning by showing the causes which created the Q-ship. We shall
see the consecutive stages of development and improvement, the
evolution of new methods, and, indeed we may at once say it, of a new
type of super-seamen. How did it all begin?
Turn your
attention back to the Autumn of 1914. It was the sinking of the three
Cressys (cruisers) on September 22 by U9 that taught Germany what a
wonderful weapon of offence she had in the submarine.
[[Three British cruisers sunk by one German U-boat in one day at
the same place in the same battle.]]
Five days
later the first German submarine penetrated the Dover Straits. This
was U18, who actually attacked the light cruiser Attentive. But it
was not until October 20 that the first merchant ship, the British
S.S. Glitra in the north sea, was sunk by a submarine. Six days later
the French S.S. Amiral Ganteaume, with Belgian refugees, was attacked
by a German submarine. A month passed, and on November 23 the S.S.
Malachite was attacked by U21, and after being on fire sank. Three
days later the S.S. Primo was sunk also by U21. It was thus perfectly
clear that we had before us a most difficult submarine campaign to
contend with, and that merchant ships would not be immune. On the
last day of October H.M.S. Hermes was torpedoed off Calais, and on
November 11 H.M.S. Niger had a similar fate near Deal.
What was
to be done? The creation of what eventually became known as the
Auxiliary Patrol, with its ever increasing force of armed yachts,
trawlers, drifters, and motor craft; the use of destroyers and our
own submarines formed part of the scheme. But even at this early
stage the Q-ship idea came into being, though not actually under that
name. Officially she was a Special-Service Ship, whose goings and
comings were so mysterious that even among service men such craft
were spoken of in great secrecy as mystery ships. This first mystery
ship was the S.S.Vittoria, who was commissioned on November 29, 1914.
She had all the appearance of an ordinary merchant ship, but she was
armed, and went on patrol in the area where submarines had been
reported. It was an entirely novel idea, and very few people knew
anything about her. She never had any luck, and was paid off early in
January, 1915, without ever having so much as sighted a submarine.
The idea of decoy ships suggested itself to various naval officers
during December 1914, and their suggestions reached the Admiralty.
The basic plan was for the Admiralty to take up a number of
merchantmen and fishing craft, arm them with a few light quick-firing
guns, and then send them forth to cruise in likely submarine areas,
flying neutral colours. This was perfectly legitimate under
international law, provided that before opening fire on the enemy the
neutral colours were lowered and the white ensign was hoisted. Seeing
that the enemy was determined to sink merchantmen, the obvious reply
was to send against them armed merchantmen, properly commissioned and
armed, but outwardly resembling anything but a warship. Thus it came
about that on January 27, 1915, the second decoy ship was
commissioned. This was the Great Eastern Railway S.S. Antwerp
(originally called Vienna) which operated in the English Channel. She
was placed under the command of Lieut. Commander Godfrey Herbert,
R.N., one of the most experienced and able officers of our submarine
service. The choice was a happy one, for a submarine officer would
naturally in his stalking be able to realize at once the limitations
and possibilities of his opponent. It was a most difficult task, for
the U-boats at this time were still very shy, and only took on
certainties. Neither in boats nor in personnel had Germany yet any to
spare, and there were periods when the submarine campaign fluctuated.
Thus, day after day, week after week, went by, and Antwerp never had
any chance. The enemy was now beginning to operate further afield,
and at the end of January 1915, for the first time, a U-boat made its
way up the Irish Sea as far as off Liverpool, and then, on February
18, was inaugurated the German Submarine Blockade. Shipping began to
be sunk in various places, but the western end of the English Channel
was now a favourite zone, especially in the neighbourhood of the
Scillies; and it was with the hope of being taken for a merchant ship
that Antwerp had come out from Falmouth and made her way westward.
Thus, on March 12, we see her, about three o'clock in the afternoon,
twelve miles north of the bishop rock lighthouse. A submarine was
sighted steering in a northerly direction for a steamer on the
horizon. Here, at length, was a chance. Twenty minutes later, Antwerp
came up to a sailing ship, and found she had on board the officers
and crew of the Ellerman liner Andalusian, which had been captured
and scuttled 25 miles W.N.W. of the bishop rock. Antwerp continued
her chase, and got within four miles of the Andalusian, still afloat,
but then the submarine dived and was never sighted again. So Antwerp
was never able to sink a submarine, and she was paid off on April 5,
1915 ...
Although
the enemy made off and was not sunk, yet it showed that it was
possible to fool German submarines by this disguise. The decoy-ship
idea was not merely sound in principle, but it was practicable and
was capable of being used as a valuable offensive weapon. Most of a
year had passed since the beginning of war, and there were no decoy
ship results to show except those which had been obtained by British
submarines working in conjunction with, disguised trawlers. However,
just as the seaman often finds the dawn preceded by a calm and
followed by a breeze, so it was to be with the decoy ships ...
The dawn
of a new period was about to take place, and this was followed by
such a wind of events that if anyone had dared to doubt the value of
this specialized naval warfare it was not long before such hesitation
vanished. Disguised trawlers had in the meantime been further
successful, but there were obviously greater possibilities for the
disguised merchant ship, the collier and tramp types especially. But
this all depended on three things : first, the right type of ship had
to be selected very carefully and with regard to the trade route on
which she would normally in the present conditions be likely to be
found. For instance, it would have been utterly foolish to have sent
a P. and O. liner to cruise up and down the waters of the Irish
channel or an Atlantic liner up and down the north sea. Secondly,
having once selected the right ship, much depended on the dockyard
authorities responsible for seeing that she was fitted out adequately
as to her fighting capabilities, yet externally never losing any of
her essential mercantile appearance. This meant much clever
designing, much engineering and constructive skill, and absolute
secrecy. Thirdly, the right type of keen, subtle, patient, tough
officer had to be found, full of initiative, full of resource, with a
live, eager crew. Slackers, 'grousers,' and 'king's-hard-bargains'
were useless ...
Who can
avoid a feeling of intense admiration for the men who, year after
year, were willing and eager to roll about the sea in a small sailing
ship looking for the enemy, well knowing that the enemy had all the
advantage of speed, handiness, and armament ...
These
Q-ship sailing men deserve much for what they voluntarily endured.
Quite apart from the bad weather, the uncomfortable quarters on
board, the constant trimming of sheets and alteration of course off
an unlit coast, there was always the possibility that some U-boat's
crew would, after sinking the schooner, cut the throats of these
British seamen. The Q-ship crews knew this, and on certain occasions
when U-boat prisoners were taken by our ships the Germans did not
conceal this fact. Life in these sailing craft was something quite
different from that in a battleship with its wardroom, its cheery
society, and a comfortable cabin to turn into. In the latter, with
powerful turbines and all the latest navigational instruments, bad
weather meant little inconvenience. After all it is the human element
which is the deciding factor, and the Q-ship service certainly wore
out officers and men at a great pace. It is indeed difficult to
imagine any kind of seafaring more exacting both physically and
nervously. But the navy pressed into its use also sailing smacks, and
sent them out to sea. This began at Lowestoft in August 1915. In that
neighbourhood submarines had been doing a great deal of damage to the
local fishing ketches, so it was decided to commission four of these
smacks, arm them, strengthen their fishing crew with a few active
service ratings for working the gun, and let the craft resume their
fishing among the other smacks. With any luck at all a German
submarine should come along, and then would follow the surprise. The
original fishermen crews were only too delighted to have an
opportunity of getting their own back, and these excellent fellows
certainly were afforded some good sport. So well did the idea work
that within a very few days the smacks G. and E. engaged one
submarine, and the Inverlyon sank U4. During the same month the smack
Pet fought a submarine, and on September 7 Inverlyon had a fight with
another.
And still the Admiralty were not over optimistic as to the
capabilities of the decoy ship, and had to be convinced of the real
worth of this novel idea. However, an incident happened on August 19
which was so successful and so significant that it entirely changed
the official mind, and all kinds of craft were suggested as suitable
decoys. Some thought that oil tankers would have made ideal bait: so
they would, but such ships were few in number and too valuable.
Others suggested yachts, and actually these were used for
intelligence work in the Bay of Biscay. Many other schemes, too, were
brought forward, but they were not always practicable, or had to be
discarded for particular reasons.
In March
1915, the Admiralty had taken up the S.S. Baralong, a typical
'three-island' tramp, as a decoy. For nearly six months she had been
cruising about and had already steamed 12,000 miles, but during the
afternoon of August 19 she was at last to have her chance. This was
an historic day in the submarine campaign, for in that area between
the south-west coast of Ireland and the western end of the English
Channel eight British steamers were sunk, including the 15,801-ton
White Star Liner Arabic. It is quite certain that there was more than
one submarine operating, and they had reaped a good harvest on the
17th. In the hope of falling in with one of these U-boats, the
Baralong found herself in Lat. 50.22 n., Long. 8.7 w. (that is, about
a hundred miles south of Queenstown), steering on an easterly course.
She was disguised as a United States cargo ship with American colours
painted on boards on her sides. These boards were made so that they
could be hauled in, and the ensign staff would fall away as soon as
the ship should go into action with the white ensign hoisted. At
three in the afternoon Baralong sighted a steamer manoeuvring rather
strangely, and almost immediately picked up a wireless S.O.S. signal
from her. Baralong therefore now altered course towards her, and the
two ships were soon steering so that they would presently meet. Then
a submarine was sighted about seven miles off heading towards the
steamer, whom she was shelling. By this time the crew of the steamer,
which was the Leyland liner Nicosian, were rowing about in the ship's
boats, and towards these the Baralong was seen to be approaching, but
the submarine U27, which had a 22-pounder forward of the high
conning-tower, and a similar gun aft, steered so as to come along
Nicosians port side and towards the latter's boats, apparently to
prevent Baralong rescuing the men. One who was present told me the
full story, and I made notes and a sketch at the time. This is what
happened:
As soon as
the submarine was blanketed by Nicosian, the Baralong who was now
roughly parallel with the other two craft, struck her American
colours, hoisted the White Ensign, and trained her guns ready for the
moment when the submarine should show herself ahead of Nicosian's
bows. In a few seconds U27 came along, and had the greatest of all
surprises. Range was only 100 yards, and 12-pounder shells,
accompanied by rifle fire, came hurtling along, penetrating the craft
on the waterline below the conning-tower before the enemy could
reply. The conning-tower went up in the air, panic stricken Germans
jumped into the sea, the submarine heeled over, and in about another
minute sank for good and all. The whole incident had happened so
quickly that Nicosian's people were as surprised as they were amused.
The whole of Baralong's tactics had been so simple yet so clever and
effective; deliverance from the enemy had followed the sudden attack
so dramatically, that it was not easy to realize quite all that had
happened. Nicosian had been holed by the German shells, but Baralong
took her in tow and headed for Avonmouth. She was down by the head
and the tow-rope parted during the night, but she managed to get to
port all right. The sinking of this U27 was a most useful piece of
work, for her captain, Lieut.-Commander Wegener, was one of Germany's
best submarine commanders; she had left Germany a fortnight before.
This incident, with many of its details, reached Germany via the
U.S.A.; for Nicosian was carrying a cargo of mules from across the
Atlantic to be used by our army, and some of the muleteers were
American citizens.
The book
is entitled -- Q-Ships and their story.
Written by
E. Keble Chatterton
1922
I find many passages in History that remind me of the Young White Men
of today -- constantly lied to and constantly expected to eat it up
and be stupid and obedient -- and then called upon to be heroes by
the same societies that treated them like dogs last year.
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Incidentally, I was very unhappy with the Badoogle version of that
last VOI cover which I uploaded. I have since put it into my drive at
Badoogle and here is the link ...
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Markel Peters
