"Virginia Tech was the top performing Senior Military College during the 2006 Leader Development Assessment Course (LDAC)."
-- VT Army, by armyrotc.vt.edu

"That school is a giant black op!"
-- Matt Kazee on Alex Jones Show, Reporting Live from Virginia Tech Shooting Aftermath

You sadistic snobs

I may be nothing but a piece of [deleted]. You have vandalized my heart, raped my soul, and torched my conscience. You thought it was one pathetic, bored life you were extinguishing.  Thanks to you, I died -- like Jesus Christ -- to inspire generations of the weak and the defenseless people.

Do you know what it feels like to be spit on your face, and have trash shoved down your throat?  Do you know what it feels like to dig your own grave?  Do you know what it feels like to have your throat slashed from ear to ear? Do you know what it feels like to be torched alive? Do you know what it feels like to be humiliated and be impaled upon a cross and left to bleed to death for your amusement? You have never felt a single ounce of pain your whole life. Did you want to inject as much misery into our lives as you can, just because you can? You had everything you wanted. Your Mercedes wasn't enough, you brats. Your golden necklaces weren't enough, you snobs. Your trust fund wasn't enough. Your vodka and cognac weren't enough. All your debaucheries weren't enough. Those weren't enough to fulfill your hedonistic needs. You had everything.
-- Manifesto, by Cho Seung-Hui

KAY GRIGGS: George got into Cap and Gown which is the same kind of fraternity. I mean it's a eating club at Princeton for intelligence officers.

ERIC HUFSCHMID: In Cap and Gown did they have anybody involved who wasn't intelligence oriented?

KAY GRIGGS: Football players, and so forth. But I have a feeling that Cap and Gown has a lot of intelligence officers and boys who may have been raped. Of course, they'd never talk about it. But I know that in the initiation they get very drunk, even in the Marine Corp they do that, it's called "Dining in." They have the "shellback" ceremony. They do a lot of homosexual enticement. The boys, when they come in, when they are new recruits, they strip them nude, they violate their personal parts, and a lot of that is going on even now."
 -- Mrs. Kay Griggs on How the Government Works

"The Dining In is a tradition that is associated with the British Army's regimental mess. The purpose of the formal dinner was to build bonds between the units and to have a good time. Some of the traditions were skits to provide entertainment, a formal dinner, and the grog bowl. We included all of these elements at our Dining In. The skits were very entertaining and did not spare any member of the cadre staff. The dinner was good, but took a long time to eat with all of the points of order. Mr. Vice, Cadet Akrami, was in charge of determining who got sent to the grog but could be overruled by the president of the mess, SGM Ferrone. Mr. Vice even entertained us with his dancing skills after someone made a point of order about them."
--New River Valley Battalion Newsletter

"Could the use of a Grog Bowl be considered Hazing? The Definition of Hazing uses words such as Cruel, Abusive, Humiliating, oppressive and the concept of encouraging another to excessively consume alcohol. I don’t know about you but taking a drink out of a toilet bowl, brand new or old, it’s still a toilet bowl. To some this could be Hazing. What happens if someone spikes the Grog Bowl and now a Marine, who may be underage, is drunk and gets into trouble?"
-- Grog Bowl, by Sgt. Maj. McClure

"Thank you for so graciously bestowing your confidence on our school this year [Mr. Vice,  Cadet Akrami]."
--Tidings:  The Official Newsletter of Southern Virginia University [A Latter Day Saint School]

"He was just a normal looking kid, Asian, but he had on a Boy Scout type outfit."
 -- Students React to the Tragedy, by CollegiateTimes.com

"Prepared and alert a Scout follows the lead
Of our Patron Saint George and his spirited steed."
 -- St George, Patron Saint of Scouting

The Cult of St. George

JOHN: What the hell are you doing! (John slaps Richard's hand.) What are you, a Catholic priest! I will not be molested by an aging balding overweight pedophilic stepdad named Dick! Get your hands off me you sicko!  Damn you, you Catholic priest. Just stop it, Michael Jackson. Let me guess, you have a pet named Dick in Neverland ranch and you want me to go with you to pet him, right?
 -- Richard McBeef, by Seung Cho

Report of the Grand Jury Into Sexual Abuse of Minors by Clergy in the Philadelphia Archdiocese

"In addition, I have murdered 33 human beings."
-- Confessions of a Dangerous Mind, directed by George Clooney

Masons and Other Occultists Revere the Number '33' Above All Other Numbers

"And then it happened.

Something flashed through the air, something shiny and metallic. It headed straight at Jason Dill. Dill saw it and screamed.

The object smashed against him. Dill reeled and fell, his arms flailing. The object struck again, then lifted abruptly and zoomed off above their heads. It ascended to the raised platform and came to rest on the marble desk. Reynolds retreated in horror; the Directors and their staffs and guards roamed in frantic confusion, pushing blindly to get away.
Dill was dead.

Bending briefly, Barris examined him. On all sides men and women shrieked and stumbled, trying to get out, away from the auditorium. Dill's skull was crushed, the side of his face smashed in. His dead eyes gazed up blankly, and Barris felt welling up inside him a deep surge of regret.

"Attention!" rasped a metallic voice that cut through the terrified hubbub like a knife. Barris turned slowly, dazed with disbelief; it still did not seem possible.

On the platform the metal projectile had been joined by another; now a third landed, coming to rest beside the other two. Three cubes of glittering steel, holding tightly to the marble with clawlike grippers.

"Attention!" the voice repeated. It came from the first projectile, an artificial voice -- the sound of steel and wiring and plastic parts.

One of these had tried to kill Father Fields. One of these had killed the schoolteacher. One or more had destroyed Vulcan 2. These things had been in action, but beyond the range of visibility; they had stayed out of sight until now.

These were the instruments of death. And now they were out in the open.

A fourth landed with the others. Metal squares, sitting together in a row like vicious mechanical crows. Murderous birds -- hammer-headed destroyers. The roomful of Directors and guards sank gradually into horrified silence; all faces were turned toward the platform. Even Reynolds watched wide-eyed, his mouth slack in dumbfounded amazement.
"Attention!" the harsh voice repeated. "Jason Dill is dead. He was a traitor. There may be other traitors." The four projectiles peered around the auditorium, looking and listening intently.

Presently the voice continued -- from the second projectile, this time.

"Jason Dill has been removed, but the struggle has just begun. He was one of many. There are millions lined up against us, against Unity. Enemies who must be destroyed. The Healers must be stopped. Unity must fight for its life. We must be prepared to wage a great war."

The metallic eyes roamed the room, as the third projectile took up where the second had paused.

"Jason Dill tried to keep me from knowing. He attempted to throw a curtain around me, but I could not be cut off -- I destroyed his curtain and I destroyed him. The Healers will go the same way; it is only a question of time. Unity possesses a structure which cannot be undone. It is the sole organizing principle in the world today. The Movement of Healers could never govern. They are wreckers only, intent on breaking down. They have nothing constructive to offer."

Barris thrilled with horror at the voice of metal, issuing from the hammer-headed projectiles. He had never heard it before, but he recognized it.

The great computer was far away, buried at the bottom level of the hidden underground fortress. But it was its voice they were hearing.

The voice of Vulcan 3.

 
"The Traitor" Cho Seung-Hui

He took careful aim. Around him his guards stood frozen, gaping foolishly at the line of metal hammerheads. Barris fired; the fourth hammer disappeared in a blast of heat.
"A traitor!" the third hammer cried. The three hammers flew excitedly into the air. "Get him! Get the traitor!"

Other Directors had unclipped their pencil beams. Henderson fired and the second hammer vanished. On the platform Reynolds fired back; Henderson moaned and sank down. Some Directors were firing wildly at the hammers; others wandered in dazed confusion, uncertain and numb. A shot caught Reynolds in the arm. He dropped his pencil.

"Traitor!" the two remaining hammers cried together. They swooped at Barris, their metal heads down, coming rapidly at him. From them heat beams leaped. Barris ducked. A guard fired and one of the hammers wobbled and dipped; it fluttered off and crashed against the wall."

-- Vulcan's Hammer, by Philip K. Dick

Libby was a Vulcan,* one of the Bush team hard-liners, along with former Deputy Defense Secretary Paul Wolfowitz and Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice, who helped the President cram for foreign policy debates during the 2000 campaign and who had argued for years that the U.S. should depose Iraqi leader Saddam Hussein and bring democracy and stability to the Middle East. [* The group gave itself the nickname the Vulcans, for the Roman god of fire. For more details, see Rise of the Vulcans, by James Mann.]
-- "Fall of a  Vulcan," by Michael Duffy

The Vulcans Table of Contents

"Let the revolution begin!"
-- Manifesto, by Cho Seung-Hui