“Brothers, we’re fighting a mighty war, a holy war! Over one and a half million children are aborted every year,” White Fox, the leader of the Brothers Righteous spoke out loud to himself, punching the words into his keyboard.
He was preparing the next missive, now deliberately composed in an easy-to-understand colloquial style, which would grace his web site for the next month. With five successful missions under his belt, traffic on the web site brosright.com should have exploded. His earlier messages were more formal, less direct, and the resulting hits disappointingly few, but when he lowered his writing style to a grade six comprehension level and juiced up the graphics, his website took off.
He now felt a need to go straight to the gut, to abuse his audience’s baser instincts, hoping to whip them into an emotional maelstrom that would spill over into the national media, and thrust the Brothers Righteous and their anti-abortion messages onto the national public stage.
“One and a half MILLION, that’s a whole lotta babies needing to be avenged.” He paused, listening to the late-evening quiet, then backtracked with his cursor and reduced million to lowercase letters. The word was powerful enough without caps.
“Those who kill, must be killed,” he whispered, rocking slightly in his chair as he eyed the screen.
Then, leaning forward, he quickly composed. “Abortion is murder, plain and simple. Every right thinking Patriot knows this. You also know that these murdering bastards must pay. Like the Good Book says: an eye for an eye. But who will make them pay? Don’t look to Washington, for it’s lost, slave to feminist whores and liberal freaks. Our leaders can’t see their dicks for the dykes and have abandoned those poor, defenseless li’l babies. Look to us, the Brothers Righteous, to do what’s right.”
A quick study and media-savvy, he soon realized which actions received the coverage and resulted in funding contributions. Violence: one hundred to one.
