How the Fight Any Government or Cabal



When I was a boy, maybe eleven or twelve, I was attacked by a very large dog. Rather than running, I had the presence of mind to wrap myself around the dog and force it to the ground with me, as I jammed my right fist as far down its throat as I could. I dare not retreat, as it would have torn me to shreds.

After several minutes, when I was assured that the dog could put up no further fight, I pulled out my fist from the dogs throat. He gasped for air several minutes, and I walked calmly into my house, not a scratch on me.

This was my personal foundation for Gandhian Warfare with powerful entities. You never retreat; you just push all you have calmly down their throat until their fight is gone or until you are dead.

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