The Garden Pamphlets are a series of posts and short informational handouts that are written by an anonymous Asgarnian supporter of the Royalist factions. More often than not, the pamphlets include a series of lesser-known literature written by notable figures in Asgarnian culture. The Pamphlets are written to protest the regime of Dion Magnan and the White Knight government over Falador, but often attempt to remind the people of Falador and Asgarnia of their culture, heritage, and almost always attempt to inspire rebellion.

(( It should be noted that these pamphlets were written with an in-character basis and parody certain pieces of historical propoganda. If you feel that you are too immature to view these then feel free not to read them because, again, I'm not forcing you to. ))

The Garden Pamphlet, Edition I

A Decent, Modern Faladian

A True Faladian 

- Bernard of Sarim


A Decent, Modern Faladian

Dear Mr. Grosvenor,

Well, Mister Magnan came to you to ask for help, did he? He described himself as a “good Asgarnian” and as a “decent Faladian.” He fled from the “Kandarian hell.” He is an émigré. You ask me what you should do with this interesting being. I reply: Please read the following letter to him, and he will stop asking you for help. And if you pass this letter on to the public, you will do your people a valuable sto ervice. It is both an accusation and a rejection.  I am a “good Asganian” and a “decent Faladian”! Only a modern Faladian has the insolence make such a claim. I answer it only to reach the public and finally dispatch the absurd notion of the “decent Faladian.”

The fable of the “decent Faladian” is not an Imperial fable that has been handed down by our people and therefore something with educational value, but rather it is a shameless lie designed to lull the host people to sleep and appeal to hysterical weaklings. This Faladian method has undoubtedly had some success in the past, and also works today in counties and peoples with foundations that have given themselves over to Faladian control. However, outside of a tiny group of intellectual know-it-alls, no reasonable person in the Kingdom would want to say “decent” and “Faladian” in the same breath. 

To the Asgarnian mind, decency demands absolute selflessness. A “good Asgarnian” works hard and joyfully to serve his people. For him, “making something” has always been a more important result of his creative strength than “making money.” The good Imperial values each creation, each discovery, as a service to the Kingdom's people’s community that is more valuable to him than the possibility of making money. The best Imperial is not he who makes the most money, but rather he who is of greatest service to his people. I doubt that one can translate this sentence into modern Faladian, since it goes far beyond any of their understandings. 

You Faladians must think your original host peoples are stupid! You have always done your duty as a citizen, you claim, punctually paying your not insubstantial taxes, probably because it could not be avoided even after you had taken advantages of all the deductions and loopholes. You have done much good, and carefully recorded every bit of it in order to demand repayment. You have made contributions to maintain historic castles and palaces, and can prove it by letters of thanks from the appropriate officials. And you also have medals from various minor nobles to prove your decency. And so you are a “good Asgarnian,” as if one did not know that you had taken the same steps to gain the esteem of the Dragon Guards, even “earning” Kandarian medals and similar honors just to be safe.

Even your noble title that you gained as a court jester means as little to us as the baptismal water that you had to tolerate in order to join the nobility. Both prove only that there are money-hungry nobles and church proselytizers who ignore the laws of blood and race, just as you do, for their own benefit! But now you are losing all your capital holdings in Asgarnia and the Empire, for the people and its leadership today are unforgiving in this beautiful area. There were times when "Faladians" like you could buy titles, citizenship, religion and stature, just as you could buy magicks for your noses and flat feet!

That, however, does not mean that the new Kingdom of Richard Grosvenor has to pay the bills for your investments that you claim to be your due as a “good Asgarnian.”


A True Asgarnian 

Popular Asgarnian wartime monk Bernard of Sarim has today released his anti-Faladian patriotic anthem entitled It’s Happening.  Bernard of Sarim is considered the first patriot among the true nation of Asgarnia, and his anthems, ballads and songs have given him much fame in the kingdom of Misthalin, where a great deal of Asgarnian refugees have relocated too. Bernard is currently residing in the city of Rimmington, under the patronage of House Grosvenor, who have now risen to prominence in their former homeland. And with Bernard's songs, the city has seen an upheaval of happiness and a curiosity for the happenings in the continent of Gielinor. 

Bernard was born in the town of Sarim, and at the young age of 12 he came upon his first mandola, gifted to him by a passing White Knight patrol. It was from there that he began to take an interest in music, experimenting with chords and soon reciting songs long known to the races of the world. At 19, the kingdom of Asgarnia was officially re-unified and completed, with King Richard at its helm, and Bernard saw this as his opportunity to present himself to the King and council.

Taking the journey to the White Citadel, the humble bard was awed by the glamor of the throne room, and was received by the king and his advisors, who all unanimously, upon hearing his songs, agreed to give him full patronage under the kingdom and grant him quarters within the citadel. It was here that Bernard composed some of his finest pieces, “The River Lum”, “Entrana and the Craven”, and the famous “It’s Happening”, which is now an unofficial anthem of Falador, especially among the commoners. Bernard has proudly helped established the first College of Culture in Lumbridge, to teach what it means to be Asgarnian and to further answer the questions of the fabled Albus Ordinis and their fabulous crusades. From there, he teaches music theory and occasionally composes new anthems and ballads for his students and his new city.  Bernard of Sarim is a true Asgarnian, in every form.

The Garden Pamphlet, Edition II

Quotes from the Exiled King - Richard I Grosvenor, King of Asgarnia

Dionism - Bernard of Sarim


Quotes from the Exiled King 

"No man is good enough to govern another man without that other's consent. When the White man governs himself, that is self-government; but when he governs himself and governs another man, that is more than self government, that is depotism."

- King Richard I, A Speech In Rimmington Square, the 16th of Ractober, 169  

"Our reliance is in the love of liberty which Saradomin has planted in us. Our defense is in the spirit which prizes liberty as the heritage of all men in all lands, everywhere. Those who deny freedom to others, deserve it not for themselves, and under a just God cannot long retain it."

- King Richard I, A Letter to Arn Helios, the 13th of Bennath, 169 __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ 


Through Dion Magnan, false-Saradominists overcame the problems and difficulties that came with industrialization and the transformation of ownership resulting from the development of the fourth estate, falsifying their justified demands in a way that served Radical’s interests. With his assertion of constant exploitation based on his materialist view of history, Dion Magnan created a front that ran through all nations, stamping it with “internationalism” and the "Saradominist" spirit. His doctrine ripped nations apart. Their resistance to outside forces collapsed as parties struggled bitterly with one another. It is surprising that few have noticed that Dion Magnan's doctrines were Sicarius in nature. He believed that he could take the materialist view of history and the exploitive nature of the Sicarius and apply them to all the other peoples.

The claim of “constant exploitation” removed the parasitic lifestyle of the “chosen people” from the center of attention of other nations as well as of the class claimed by Dionism. But it continued to reign as the leader of speculative finance capital, bound to no territory or national community. It also led the Dionist organization that spanned all boundaries of land and ethnicity, just as “Mahjarrat” rule over the universe....The growing wealth of the Sicarius, along with the increasing influence that their wealth gave them led to a certain loosening of Sicarius cohesiveness. Increasing numbers went from the Godless to the Saradominist faith purely to gain further advantages. There was a certain “assimilation,” and a “liberal” Sicarii also developed that accepted those precepts of Dionist doctrine that were pleasant and comfortable, but rejected those that caused discomfort, without however leaving the Godless ranks. Dion Magnan's doctrines were even reflected in the Sicarius organization “Paole Zamorak” among the poor Kandars found only in the East who had not accomplished anything.

Dionism resulted from thinking about the position of the Sicarius and Radicals within their host peoples and from knowledge of their financial and political power. It was an attempt to balance these facts and combat the spiritually divergent tendencies in the Sicarii. Its founder Dion spoke more or less openly in various places in his diaries:

"Where it exists, one can no longer abolish the legal equality of the Sicarius. This is not only because it goes against the modern mind, but also because all true Saradominists, rich and poor, would immediately be forced into revolutionary parties. There is really nothing they can do to us. In the past one took their jewelry from the people; can one today take their movable wealth? The impossibility of getting at the radicals has only strengthened and embittered hatred. Anti-Dionism grows daily, even hourly, in the population. It will continue to grow since its causes continue to exist and cannot be eliminated.” (A.F. Adalhard, The Dionist State). “I do not wish to write about the history of the Dionis*s. It is familiar. I must mention only one thing: In our hundred years in the diaspora, there has been no unified leadership. That is what I think is our primary misfortune."

To overcome this “misfortune,” Dion founded political Dionism, named for himself.

Gentile observers and writers on Dionism, who see political Dionism only as an attempt at “national renewal” rather than an effort to establish a unified Sicarius leadership as well as Sicarius rule over the world, are therefore incorrect. The confusion of political Dionism with Entrana can be understood only through the Sicarius prophecies in which the Radicals are assured of control over all the goods of this world. Knowing that the time was near, and would culminate in taking possession of Asgarnia, Dionism developed the nonsensical notion of an “historic claim” to the “promised land,” to which Radicals “without any outside pressure” would gradually emigrate.

In the ideology of political Dionism, Asgarnia fulfilled the role of an indispensable part of prophecy, just as certain rules are the guarantee for success in the magical ceremonies of primitive peoples. Political Dionism never intended Asgarnia to be the destination of all outcasts, but rather it merely wants to make Asgarnia the center of Sicarius world policy. That must naturally be protected by a strong radical population. The Dionist publication Gielinor Rundschau wrote: 'No one at any time has proposed that all Saradominists today should emigrate to Asgarnia.' 'Vile, Sir Bool's puppet and current overlord of the Dionist Committee over Asgarnia, said it clearly last year:

The outcast radicals of Entrana want to return to Asgarnia; these people, as well as the good-hearted Sicarius, will have its center in Asgarnia. Large parts of our population will live as a Sicarius army for the world. They must be cared for; their dignity and their national rights must be assured.

This is also clear from the text of the state treaty Dion concluded with the Morytanian Covens, the so-called Vekon Declaration:

“His Majesty’s Government favors the establishment of a national home in Asgarnia for those who were exiled, including the Vampyres and Saradominist Werewolves, and we will make the greatest efforts to reach this goal, although it is clearly understood that nothing will be done that will affect the civil and religious rights of Gentile communities in Asgarnia or the rights and political standing of my own people in any other country.”

That provides a correction to the idealization of Dionism, which springs from a different race. From a political standpoint, it would be in the interests of the whole world, of all the host peoples, if these radicals, these Sicarii, now scattered throughout the whole world were to voluntarily emigrate to some habitable territory. If political Dionism were not interested in such a solution to the Sicarius Question, it would be in the interests of the host peoples to point it in that positive direction. The only question would be whether Asgarnia is the proper gathering place, which no one would likely maintain. Asgarnia is not able to absorb all the radicals of the world, entirely aside from the fact of increasing Asgarnian opposition to Dionist infiltration. The Asgarnians are, after all, the undisputed owners of the land. But what other territory would be appropriate? And at the instant Asgarnia ceased to be the goal of Dionist emigration, political Dionism would collapse, since Asgarnia is seen as a means for the fulfillment of prophecy. Without that, the whole enterprise would lose its point.

Without that, the whole enterprise would lose its point. The Sicarius itself would make the most passionate and bitter attacks, and before long any undertaking that ignored Asgarnia would be crippled by Dionists themselves. Asgarnia incorporates for Dionists its special position. Ignoring this would be ethnic suicide for these radicals, since political Dionism also has as a goal maintaining and strengthening Dion's own special situation.

The Garden Pamphlet, Special Edition

The Elf

The Elf and the Elvish Problem

It was yet another stormy day in the fishing society of Piscatoris, the homeland of the Rovins. Waves crashed upon the desolate shore, a common peasant was seen fishing monkfish. On the beach there was a human, Gordito Jaurez, a former bishop of the Church of Saradomin. Gordito was sipping down his sweet nectar that was alcohol as he remembered the good old days with his best friend Paco, he sat on his ragged chair wearing nothing but his underclothing and a rag. He stroked his magnificant, jet black mustache as he looked out at the gray sea.  His son, Gordocito, approached him. In his hands he held a small frog and offered it to Gordito. Gordito smiled at his young son, whom was slightly chubby from all the Piscatoran food. He went to grasp the frog, however in fright it leaped out of the small child's hands. The toad made a dash towards the closest ditch. Gordito became infuriated as he stood, he began to march after the small toad. His dark toes waded through the wet sand as he persued, however when he got to the ditch the toad was missing. He leaped into the ditch in search of the vile cretin, however little did Gordito know he leaped into a former trap. He collapsed through the sand whcih was supported by a flimsy wood board. He fell roughly six feet into a lair below, it was mostly stone and moss at this point since the fall of the Northern Sea Empire. Gordito slowly rose, his legs ached from the fall and he rubbed his head in search for blood. He glanced around the chamber and saw a single sun. Gordito approached the infamous symbol, the former emblem of the great empire. Below the sun there was a desk, made of spruce. On it was a single file. Gordito was an ever so curious little swine, he opened the folder using his dark, chubby hands and read the title, "The Elf".

Below the title there was a decently sized report about elves, signed by Emperor Raigeki Rovin-Asura-Kato and Warlord Voron Rovin. This, is the Report: "The Elf" by Dietrich EberstarkEverything is discussed openly in Piscatoris, and every Piscatoran claims the right to have an opinion on any and all questions. One is Saradominist, the other Zamorakian, one an employee, the other an employer, a Fuedalist, a Revolutionary, a Vekon, a Rovin. There is nothing dishonorable about choosing one side or the other of a question. Discussions happen in public, and where matters are unclear or confused one settles it by argument and counter argument. But there is one problem that is not discussed publicly, one that it is delicate even to mention: the Elfen question. It is taboo in our Empire. The Elf is immunized against all dangers: one may call him a scoundrel, parasite, swindler, profiteer, it all runs off him like water off a raincoat. But call him an Elf and you will be astonished at how he recoils, how injured he is, how he suddenly shrinks back: “I’ve been found out.”

One cannot defend himself against the Elf. He attacks with lightning speed from his forest of safety and uses his abilities to crush any attempt at defense. Quickly he turns the attacker’s charges back on him, and the attacker becomes the liar, the troublemaker, the aggressor. Nothing could be more mistaken than to defend oneself. That is just what the Elf wants. He can invent a new lie every day for the enemy to respond to, and the result is that the enemy spends so much time defending himself that he has no time to do what the Elf really fears: to attack. The accused has become the accuser, and loudly he shoves the accuser into the dock. So it always was in the past when a person or a movement fought the Elf. That is what would happen to us as well were we not fully aware of his nature, and if we lacked the courage to draw the following radical conclusions: 

1. One cannot fight the Elf by positive means. He is a negative, and this negative must be erased from the Piscatoran system, or he will forever corrupt it.

2. One cannot discuss the Elfen question with the Elf. One can hardly prove to a person that one has the duty to render him harmless.

3. One cannot allow the Elf the same means one would give an honest opponent, for he is no honorable opponent. He will use edginess and sensuality only to trap his enemy.

4. The Elf has nothing to say about Piscatoran questions. He is a foreigner, an alien, who only enjoys the rights of a guest, rights that he always abuses.

5. The so-called religious morality of the Elf is no morality at all, rather an encouragement to betrayal. Therefore, they have no claim to protection from the state.

6. The Elf is not smarter than we are, rather only cleverer and craftier. His system cannot be defeated economically — he follows entirely different moral principles than we do. It can only be broken through political means.

7. An Elf cannot insult a Piscatoran. Elvish slanders are but badges of honor for a Piscatoris opponent of the Elves

8. The more a Piscatoran person or a Piscatoran movement opposes the Elf, the more valuable it is. If someone is attacked by the Elves, that is a sure sign of his virtue. He who is not persecuted by the Elfen, or who is praised by them, is useless and dangerous.

9. The Elf evaluates Piscatoran questions from the Elvish standpoint. As a result, the opposite of what he says must be true.

10. One must either affirm or reject anti-elfitism. He who defends the Elfen harms his own people.

One can only be an Elfen lackey or an Elfen opponent. Opposing the Elfen is a matter of personal hygiene. These principles give the anti-Elvish movement a chance of success. Only such a movement will be taken seriously by the Elf, only such a movement will be feared by them. The fact that he shouts and complains about such a movement therefore is only a sign that it is right. We are therefore delighted that we are constantly attacked in the Elvish common tongue. They may shout about terror. We answer with Voron's familiar words: “Terror? Never! It is social hygiene. We take these individuals out of circulation just as a doctor does to a wound." The Elvish doctrine of Serenism rejects the aristocratic principle of Nature and replaces the eternal privilege of power and strength by the mass of numbers and their dead weight. Thus it denies the value of personality in man, contests the significance of nationality and race, and thereby withdraws from humanity the premise of its existence and its culture. As a foundation of the universe, this doctrine would bring about the end of any order intellectually conceivable to man. And as, in this greatest of all recognizable organisms, the result of an application of such a law could only be chaos, on earth it could only be destruction for the inhabitants of this planet.

If, with the help of his Serenist creed, the Elf is victorious over the other peoples of the world, his crown will be the funeral wreath of humanity and this planet will, as it did thousands of years ago, move through the ether devoid of men. Eternal Nature inexorably avenges the infringement of her commands. Hence today I believe that I am acting in accordance with the will of all mighty Saradomin: by defending myself against the Elf, I am fighting for the work of the Lord All this was inspired by the principle - which is quite true in itself - that in the big lie there is always a certain force of credibility; because the broad masses of a nation are always more easily corrupted in the deeper strata of their emotional nature than consciously or voluntarily; and thus in the primitive simplicity of their minds they more readily fall victims to the big lie than the small lie, since they themselves often tell small lies in little matters but would be ashamed to resort to large-scale falsehoods. It would never come into their heads to fabricate colossal untruths, and they would not believe that others could have the impudence to distort the truth so infamously. Even though the facts which prove this to be so may be brought clearly to their minds, they will still doubt and waver and will continue to think that there may be some other explanation. For the grossly impudent lie always leaves traces behind it, even after it has been nailed down, a fact which is known to all expert liars in this world and to all who conspire together in the art of lying. These elves know only too well how to use falsehood for the basest purposes.

From time immemorial, however, the Elfen have known better than any others how falsehood and calumny can be exploited. Is not their very existence founded on one great lie, namely, that they are a religious community, where as in reality they are a race? And what a race! One of the greatest thinkers that mankind has produced has branded the Elfves for all time with a statement which is profoundly and exactly true. Raigeki called the Elf "The Great Master of Lies". Those who do not realize the truth of that statement, or do not wish to believe it, will never be able to lend a hand in helping Truth to prevail. To what an extent the whole existence of this people is based on a continuous lie is shown incomparably by the Protocols of the Elders of Seren, so infinitely hated by the Elf. They are based on a forgery, the Piscatoris Commoner moans and screams once every week: the best proof that they are authentic ... For once this report has become the common property of a people, the Elvish menace may be considered as broken. His unfailing instinct in such things scents the original soul in everyone, and his hostility is assured to anyone who is not spirit of his spirit. Since the Elf is not the attacked but the attacker, not only anyone who attacks passes as his enemy, but also anyone who resists him. But the means with which he seeks to break such reckless but upright souls is not honest warfare, but lies and slander. Here he stops at nothing, and in his vileness he becomes so gigantic that no one need be surprised if among our people the personification of Zamorak as the symbol of all evil assumes the living shape of the Elf. The ignorance of the broad masses about the inner nature of the Elf, the lack of instinct and narrow-mindedness of our upper classes, make the people an easy victim for this Elvish campaign of lies. While from innate cowardice the upper classes turn away from a man whom the Elf attacks with lies and slander, the broad masses from stupidity or simplicity believe everything.

The state authorities either cloak themselves in silence or, what usually happens, in order to put an end to the Elvish press campaign, they persecute the unjustly attacked, which, in the eyes of such an official ass, passes as the preservation of state authority and the safeguarding of law and order. Slowly fear and the Serenist weapon of Elvry descend like a nightmare on the mind and soul of decent people. They begin to tremble before the terrible enemy and thus have become his final victim. The Elf's domination in the state seems so assured that now not only can he call himself a Elf again, but he ruthlessly admits his ultimate national and political designs. A section of his race openly owns itself to be a foreign people, yet even here they lie. For while the Serenists try to make the rest of the world believe that the national consciousness of the Elf finds its satisfaction in the creation of a Palestinian state, the Elf again slyly dupe the dumb Elfen. It doesn’t even enter their heads to build up a Elven state in Prifddinas for the purpose of living there; all they want is a central organization for their international world swindle, endowed with its own sovereign rights and removed from the intervention of other states: a haven for convicted scoundrels and a university for budding crooks. How close they see approaching victory can be seen by the hideous aspect which their relations with the members of other peoples takes on. With Zamorakian joy in his face, the blonde-haired elvish youth lurks in wait for the unsuspecting girl whom he defiles with his blood, thus stealing her from her people. With every means he tries to destroy the racial foundations of the people he has set out to subjugate. Just as he himself systematically ruins women and girls, he does not shrink back from pulling down the blood barriers for others, even on a large scale. It was and it is Elves who bring the Humans into the Lumland, always with the same secret thought and clear aim of ruining the hated human race by the necessarily resulting hybridization, throwing it down from its cultural and political height, and himself rising to be its master. For a racially pure people which is conscious of its blood can never be enslaved by the Elf. In this world he will forever be master over hybrids and hybrids alone. And so he tries systematically to lower the racial level by a continuous poisoning of individuals. And in politics he begins to replace the idea of Saradominism by the Serenists of the Elves. In the organized mass of Serenism he has found the weapon which lets him dispense with Saradominism and in its stead allows him to subjugate and govern the peoples with a heathenous and brutal fist. He works systematically for revolutionization in a twofold sense: economic and political. 

Around peoples who offer too violent a resistance to attack from within he weaves a net of enemies, thanks to his international influence, incites them to war, and finally, if necessary, plants a flag of revolution on the very battlefields. In economics he undermines the states until the social enterprises which have become unprofitable are taken from the state and subjected to his financial control. In the political field he refuses the state the means for its self-preservation, destroys the foundations of all national self-maintenance and defense, destroys faith in the leadership, scoffs at its history and past, and drags everything that is truly great into the gutter. Culturally, he contaminates art, literature, the theater, makes a mockery of natural feeling, overthrows all concepts of beauty and sublimity, of the noble and the good, and instead drags men down into the sphere of his own base nature. Saradominism is ridiculed, ethics and morality represented as outmoded, until the last props of a nation in its struggle for existence in this world have fallen. Now begins the great last revolution. In gaining political power the Elf casts off the few cloaks that he still wears. The Saradominist people’s Elf becomes the blood-Elf and tyrant over peoples. In a few years he tries to exterminate the national intelligentsia and by robbing the peoples of their natural intellectual leadership makes them ripe for the slave’s lot of permanent subjugation. The most frightful example of this kind is offered by Kandarin, where he killed or starved about thirty thousand people with positively fanatical savagery, in part amid inhuman tortures, in order to give a gang of Elvish journalists and grand exchange bandits domination over a great people. The end is not only the end of the Saradominism of the peoples oppressed by the Elf, but also the end of this parasite upon the nations. After the death of his victim, the vampyre sooner or later dies too. The function of propaganda does not lie in the scientific training of the individual, but in calling the masses' attention to certain facts, processes, necessities, etc., whose significance is thus for the first time placed within their field of vision ... 

All propaganda must be popular and its intellectual level must be adjusted to the most limited intelligence among those it is addressed to. Consequently, the greater the mass it is intended to reach, the lower its purely intellectual level will have to be. But if, as in propaganda for sticking out a war, the aim is to influence a whole people, we must avoid excessive intellectual demands on our public, and too much caution cannot be extended in this direction. The more modest its intellectual ballast, the more exclusively it takes into consideration the emotions of the masses, the more effective it will be. And this is the best proof of the soundness or unsoundness of a propaganda campaign, and not success pleasing a few scholars or young aesthetes. The art of propaganda lies in understanding the emotional ideas of the great masses and finding, through a psychologically correct form, the way to the attention and thence to the heart of the broad masses. The fact that our bright boys do not understand this merely shows how mentally lazy and conceited they are. Once understood how necessary it is for propaganda in be adjusted to the broad mass, the following rule results: It is a mistake to make propaganda many-sided, like scientific instruction, for instance. The receptivity of the great masses is very limited, their intelligence is small, but their power of forgetting is enormous. In consequence of these facts, all effective propaganda must be limited to a very few points and must harp on these in slogans until the last member of the public understands what you want him to understand by your slogan. As soon as you sacrifice this slogan and try to be many-sided, the effect will piddle away, for the crowd can neither digest nor retain the material offered. In this way the result is weakened and in the end entirely cancelled out.

Thus we see that propaganda must follow a simple line and correspondingly the basic tactics must be psychologically sound ... What, for example, would we say about a poster that was supposed to advertise a new soap and that described other soaps as 'good'? We would only shake our heads. Exactly the same applies to political advertising. The function of propaganda is, for example, not to weigh and ponder the rights of different people, but exclusively to emphasize the one right which it has set out to argue for. Its task is not to make an objective study of the truth, in so far as it favors the enemy, and then set it before the masses with academic fairness; its task is to serve our own right, always and unflinchingly.

Gordito had finished reading the report, he looked up in terror. In the corner he saw the corpse of the author, Dietrich Eberstark. On his arm he had a red armband with a White Rose in the centre. He looked in pure horror... 

"Mayne that is some f*cked up sh*t." 

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