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  With regard to those few elite who do extricate obedience to ZOG by a sworn Drop-Out, and refuse to morally sanction, or materially support a criminal government - yet who disavow warnings about the sensibleness of launching Total Attack offensives toward key institutions, industries, and political/corporate/media figureheads; Mason nonetheless extends wise council to such warriors imbued with enough elan to breach boundaries of no return. As SIEGE elaborates upon, if you are determined to unleash iron justice or make a valiant sacrifice with your life, then do so with finesse and style. Moreover, select prudent targets that count! Aim for the most menacing, and influential pigs; then dispatch them with methodical viciousness. Act alone or in small numbers. Remember, the soft underbelly of this whole monstrous setup is the volatile economy that fuels it. SIEGE also points out that elements of aesthetic terrorism are duly factors to be considered, as exemplified by the flamboyant immolation of stature Jews, race traitors, and plastic glamor stars in California during the late summer of 1969. Such brazen killings (and mass-murder slayings in general) precipitate Shock-waves of paranoia that ignite massive confusion and stir discord.

  But sadly enough, many greater instances of organized resistance around the world have also miserably failed to rouse Aryans from stagnant slumber, or begun to dislodge the dominion wielded by a shadowy parasite, which contravenes all indigenous blood destiny. The aftermath of vindication strikes against the very seat of ZOG's tyrannical power - the Pentagon and World Trade Center, seems eloquent empirical proof of this. In fact, things have reached such a decrepit stage that any Amerikan State of the Union sitting could ironically be blown to hell, killing every last political whore, bureaucratic pig, and shabbez goy in attendance, and the pathway toward imminent destruction of the West at the behest of Jewish intrigue wouldn't be tremendously altered. A sheer expression of misplaced cynicism? Not really. The remnant White population is now so enslaved by debt, avarice, and ostensible affluence that most have unwittingly been rendered quite complacent in form and deed. Swarthy masters of international finance have adeptly positioned their god of mammon to ensure absolute damage control. However, minor consolation is obtained when realizing that this current epoch of dystopia is a natural process entirely structured in accord with cyclical history. This present Ragnarök/Apocalypse/Kali Yuga time frame is pre-ordained, set to burst forth cataclysm that will advertently necessitate a healthful catharsis of all undesirable elements. From chaos comes rebirth and order.

  So before a world-redeeming baptism by fire erupts, how can one best preserve sanity and ensure true sovereignty of soul on a planet engulfed by iniquity, hypocrisy, and folly? Furthermore, where can this reconciling stratagem for survival be found?

  Much of the solution rests within the pages of the book you now hold.

  At this juncture social malaise cannot be halted, only accelerated onward to the abyss, capitulating the whole vile episode of this end cycle. Savitri Devi's classic book The Lightning and the Sun outlines precisely this same terminal indictment, which shares unique similarity with Mason's Total Drop-Out stance. Both authors exhort those in the service of Truth not to work for temporal arrest of Western putrefaction, but instead consciously strive to make it WORSE. As SIEGE details, the secret to fomenting implosion is to route the System's own nefarious momentum against itself, and reflect every bombardment of nihilism back to the instigative source to stoke frenzy, and reap greater sabotage. In short, championing the System to OVERDOSE on its own virulent poison! When this transpires en masse, Mason has repeatedly stressed that most will die along with the System. More poignant still, most already have expired, and represent the very antithesis of life: living cadavers. A fitting coup-de-grace and burial are long overdue. Previously dug graves beckon. What remains a preponderant complexity is just when optimal dirt-shoveling occurs.

  James Mason was born in Chillicothe, Ohio on July 25th 1952. Family relations had lived in this region of the Amerikan heartland for generations. His ancestral background is mainly composed of Norman, with a drop or two of Irish and Dutch blood. Mason's parents were confident and patriotic citizens. His father was enlisted as a Navy serviceman stationed in the Pacific during WW2, and his mother was likewise a lieutenant in the Army nurse core during this same period. Both later worked at a local veterans hospital. As a single child in a predominantly middle class home during the 1950's he lacked few comforts.

  However as Mason further divulges, his parents did have distant suspicions something was errant:

  "My father was a casual atheist and my mother a nominal Methodist, both were Republicans. They were good people, they had the right values although they were disturbed about what was beginning to happen in the country, but they were powerless to stop it, because they didn't have the philosophical groundwork - that's what I had. I took all the beliefs they had, put them together, put a name and a symbol to it, and made a militant idea out of it. Good ole' Amerikan apple pie, but with teeth!"

  From the earliest age Mason harbored an intuitive resentment of authority, especially hollow authority for its own sake. The public school curriculum that so flawlessly indoctrinates most minds into reflexive automatons was the epitome of sinister falsehood Mason found intolerable and repellent. From age thirteen onward a predilection for National Socialism irresistibly developed and by the summer of 1966 the Swastika's indelible allure asserted permanent reign. Not astonishingly, tensions began to escalate with school administrators who were determined to correct all rebelliousness and instill 'discipline'. Mason thought otherwise, and proceeded to stage outrageous infractions of school code to orchestrate expulsions. After attempting to provoke another lengthy expulsion in the fall of 1968 through failing grades, truancy, and conduct violations, the school shifted tactics and now staunchly refused to expel Mason under any circumstances whatsoever, as particular students were starting to emulate his antics.

  A chance encounter with a dramatic book entitled EXTREMISM U.S.A., (which painted a lurid description of the active Left vs. Right dichotomy), granted the postal address enabling him to become a bona fide youth division member of the American Nazi Party:

  "There was a kid floating around, classified as a weirdo, who had gotten in touch [with the American Nazi Movement]. During 1964 there was the Goldwater campaign and all the kinds of extremist talk, and somebody cut loose with a book dealing with the far Left and the far Right [EXTREMISM U.S.A.]. In the part about the far Right there was the A.N.P., and a photo of Allen Vincent [the San Francisco Nazi leader] in a demonstration, and he had a pick-up truck - across the gate of the truck was his local address. So this kid wrote that address, Vincent referred him to Arlington [Arlington Headquarters in Virginia], and that was it. My interest was picking up independently... so I went to him to get the address. I practically grabbed him and said, 'I want this address because I want to join this outfit!' But he wanted to propagandize me; he wanted to give me A.N.P. literature. I said 'I don't want this shit. I don't want to read this - I just want to JOIN!' That was in late 1966."

  Meanwhile, the school predicament almost reached a violent apex. Right around December 1968 Mason formulated a novel approach to deal with combative and problematic teachers/System bureaucrats - kill them:

  "I just wanted out. For the previous year I would intentionally get myself expelled from school just to be out of there. But in the ensuing period of time they got wise to me, and they weren't going to let me out anymore. No matter what I did, smoke in the hallway, stage fights, etc., they weren't going to throw me out. So it was headed for confrontation. I was headed for boys industrial school, and was told this was a prison for boys. I wasn't going to let that happen of course, so I made up my mind in 1968 - my father had all kinds of weapons at home - and I was going to take a 44 magnum, which was a five shot revolver, go into the staff office and take out the principal, assistant principal, and two of the guidance councilors, then finally myself."

  The slaughter was averted by the timely intervention of William Pierce,
who gladly solicited assistance at American Nazi Party Headquarters in Arlington when Mason conveyed how dire the situation had become. Later attributing his lust for carnage to the same factors of alienation that inspired Columbine and other school massacres, Mason claims the rotten System is alone responsible for the seething dosage of egalitarianism and multiracialism that breeds nihilist disaffection. The current Establishment is the poison dispenser. When the insane policies of Amerika encourage orgies of wanton murder and suicide, those tenets of belief require a merciless bullet to quell disaster. As Mason propounds: "Nothing happens in a vacuum, everything is cumulative."

  Upon arrival at A.N.P. Headquarters Mason accomplished regular duties with punctiliousness, and soon was in charge of the Party's antiquated printing press. The premise was anything but extravagant. Stormtrooper personnel resided in a ramshackle building six blocks away that was unheated, with no hot water, and constituted a primitive shelter at best. Mason slept on the floor next to the printing machine. Party members received a stipend amounting to little more than $15.00 per week, which was a paltry sum even in the 1960's. Those comrades who didn't have recourse to outside households lived a tight, narrow existence for the Struggle. Yet in spite of all these drawbacks, food was cheap in those days, and the residency was virtually free - as rent was paid through loyal dedication and service to Party objectives. Mason remained here off and on until the summer of 1970, participating in street demonstrations alongside covert attacks on Leftist persons and property.

  In 1967 the American Nazi Party changed its name to the National Socialist White People's party. Since George Lincoln Rockwell's assassination on August 25, 1967, the leadership triumvirate consisted of Matt Koehl, William Pierce, and Robert Lloyd. An acrimonious dispute quickly grew between Pierce and Koehl over crucial realpolitik decisions. According to Mason, Pierce insisted on modifying the image of National Socialism from that of uniforms and goose-stepping, to a modern variant less foreign to Amerikan sensibility - whereas Koehl favored a cult-like group that preserved doctrinaire traditions. After Mason chose to leave and return to Ohio to take over management of family affairs in the summer of 1970, increasing rancor shortly precipitated a crisis that witnessed a schism of Party factions. Koehl retained governance of the N.S.W.P.P. and all real estate; Pierce splintered off and founded the National Youth Alliance, which is known contemporarily as the National Alliance.

  Reminiscing upon why the formal A.N.P. crafted by Rockwell and its eventual successor the N.S.W.P.P. attracted little support from relatively affluent conservatives and the general populace at large. Mason glumly comments:

  "We would tell ourselves or try to make up reasons for why it wasn't going anywhere. 'Well, maybe things aren't bad enough.' I think that was the big one. 'Things weren't bad enough.' When they got bad enough and if we had our message out there in front of enough people when it got bad enough they'd remember us, and they'd come running. Well that was just a dream. Because it's already gotten worse now then we ever thought it could become, and they're certainly not beating a path to our door. We were kidding ourselves there. Everything from, 'they were materialistic and didn't want to risk income and luxuries.' to, 'media brainwash and the distorted image we had...' But these were all excuses and apologies. We never went at it seriously enough as a Party with a social platform."

  When Mason again struck up native roots, agitation was anything but dormant. At the behest of a kindred soul. Mason was persuaded to jointly assault a few down-home Negroes. Encountering this slothful group one evening. Mason and his friend assailed them with canisters of mace and fists. For this premeditated 'crime' Mason was arrested for racial assault in 1973. As 1974 rolled around he was subsequently tried and convicted. While incarcerated for six months at the ancient Cincinnati Workhouse (which dated from the Civil War), the grim atmosphere of being locked up with undesirable dysgenic fuck-ups afforded him the opportune chance to either quit or get serious. He chose the latter option, and crystallized ideas for the basis of a new political front solely constructed to draw first blood from the System.

  About this same time Joseph Tommasi emerged as a pioneering leadership figure. Disgruntled with Koehl's inadequacy, Tommasi initiated his own unique brand of Amerikan National Socialism that forever changed underground politicking in Amerika. But before this intrepid revitalization occurred he was still a loyal adherent to Koehl's N.S.W.P.P. Koehl as it turned out, was innately jealous of Tommasi's profound ability to organize more strength than even N.S.W.P.P. Headquarters could muster. To counteract this embarrassing disequilibrium, Koehl infiltrated spies into Tommasi's Los Angeles command unit to ascertain the validity of alleged "loose morals". Perhaps such execrable vices as girls occasionally kept overnight, or indulgences with marijuana were transpiring. In any case Koehl suspended Tommasi, terminating a potential rival. This prosperous estrangement enabled Tommasi to rely upon his own strict talents for organization. He termed his guerrilla movement the N.S.L.F. (National Socialist Liberation Front), and dropped all legalistic pretenses. Tommasi was so successful in terrorizing the Communist, Negro, and Mestizo bloc coalitions that he forced them to scream for police protection!

  The effectiveness of Tommasi's action was due to his adamancy in refusing to entertain anymore Right-wing fantasies. Instead, Tommasi took an unparalleled step forward by assembling the wreckage of Right-wing conventionalism into a formidable vehicle of armed instauration (as was later exemplified by the Bruder Schweigen liberation struggle). By eschewing safe and insular campaigns for democratic reform through routes of artifice and intrigue (which terribly deplete resources and manpower with discouraging outcomes), Tommasi reversed tactics and chose political terror as an instrument to raise the stakes of battle. This terrorist provocation earned him instant acclaim, but also irascible denunciation and ostracism from shallow 'revolutionaries' who found it unconscionable to transgress the System's firewall rule of fair play, and thereby embrace a cold mandate beyond good/evil that permits whatever is necessary.

  Tommasi devised a slick propaganda campaign that maximized awareness of the true oppressive monster: the United States Government. N.S.L.F. fliers and pamphlets featured depictions of bombed-out bank buildings, arsons, assassination targets, and incisive sloganeering such as: "The future belongs to the few of us still willing to get their hands dirty - Political Terror. " "Cops are political soldiers. " "Political Terror: it's the ONLY thing they understand." At long last a cabal of National Socialists had caught up to their Leftist nemesis, which for decades excelled in subversive underground operations. But Tommasi didn't stop there. Recognizing the imperativeness of blending into your surroundings inconspicuously, he and fellow comrades drastically altered their appearance to fit the liberal counterculture. No more spit-shined boots, dress regulations, or haircut requirements. Dingy and cliché clothing attire was worn, and hair grown long. The overall impersonation was that of unkempt, harmless hippies. All these determinants forged the N.S.L.F. into the preeminent spotlight. For as Tommasi opined: "It is well to be loved or hated, but when you're in a situation where no one gives a damn - that's political death."

  Mason had several occasions for dialogue with Tommasi in person. The first such incident fell on the N.S.W.P.P. First Congress Rally, held Labor Day 1969. A close rapport established itself, and both men maintained regular correspondence thereafter. Mason was fascinated by Tommasi's charisma; and the intense, revolutionary zealousness that punctuated his character. Much of N.S.L.F.'s raucous stylization was hijacked by Mason's next venture - the N.S.M. (National Socialist Movement). When Mason gained release from the confines of prison in 1975, Tommasi would soon be dead - his assassination engineered by N.S.W.P.P. members (ironically past compatriots) in August 1975. Roused to resume where Tommasi abruptly left off. Mason's ambitious plan was to facilitate a kind of propaganda experiment, and kindle a conglomerate federation between heretofore uncooperative National Socialist and KKK leadership pools, while subtly injecting this pan-Aryan echelon with
profuse N.S.M. militancy. The N.S.M.'s aggressive ideological proclivities ranged from engendering outright overthrow - a la Tommasi, to a gentler mass strategy approach.

  N.S.M. literature was a rape upon cerebral conformity. Mason accentuated his ulterior motive of "extinguishing the house-fire" by the open adulation of all illegality that threatened System survival. This tour de force of exorcised anarchism was slated to counter-punch the Federal Government into a vegetative state of paralysis - or at least chip away at the abstract facade of so-called inalienable democratic freedoms. Mason dared to fathom the prescient issue at large: Why not aspire to help put the System in an impossible snare through aiding the erosion of its OWN laws and bylaws that masquerade as Constitutional liberties? Tommasi always emphasized, "Heighten the contradictions." One of the chief N.S.M. leaflets in this context displayed a photograph of paramount anti-Establishment boogeyman Charles Manson, superimposed underneath was a statement of Shaw to the Fabian socialist movement in Britain: "Whilst we... the conventional..., were wasting our time on education, agitation, and organization, some independent genius has taken the matter in hand..." Shocking enough, Shaw was actually lauding Jack the Ripper! Other transgressive leaflets saluted "Heroes of the Revolution", and particularly championed Lynette 'Squeaky' Fromme for her courageous assassination attempt on President Ford's life on September 5th 1975. Such incendiary posturing sent reverberant Shock-waves across the Movement, separating the wheat from the chaff.

  But Mason quickly discovered even the grandest schemes have limited horizon without consequential finances. In 1976 Mason resigned membership from Koehl's N.S.W.P.P. out of bitter disgust for incompetence and lack of tangible progress. While Mason was accountable for almost every written composition and artistry of the N.S.M., a sympathetic Right-winger provided the backing funds. This gentleman was eager to "legitimatize" the N.S.M., streamlining it into yet another P.O. Box fan club rife with official membership cards and monthly dues. Mason thought this contemptible, and a recipe for failure. Truthfully, Mason never contrived the N.S.M. as anything beyond an intermediate organ to dispel reactionary propaganda. Growing angst reached its zenith with his associate's difficult egocentrisms and foolhardy, so Mason decided to abandon the whole enterprise. Following his departure, the N.S.M. slowly withered and then dissipated entirely. Temporarily derailed but with goals still steadfast in the foreground. Mason ingratiated his skill with Allen Vincent's National Socialist White Worker's Party in California, and from 1978 until 1980 he drafted much of the promotional material. Past affiliates of Tommasi had been pondering the feasibility of resuscitating the now defunct N.S.L.F. Trusted friends Allen Vincent, Karl Hand, John Duffy, Ed Reynolds, and of course Mason were the winning combination behind this impetus. Fate didn't stop carving Mason's volatile destiny here though...