In my dreams, I am sitting with a rifle on a hillside next to an old log cabin in the forest. Below me there is a border; I am guarding Incelistan. As women approach the border to infiltrate the last bastion of male freedom, I ready my rifle and aim for the throat.
One of these days, we will finally break free of their grasp. Alpine County, here I come, future home of the State of Rodger.
One of these days, we will finally break free of their grasp. Alpine County, here I come, future home of the State of Rodger.
