PROTOCOL No. 15
1. When we at last definitely come into our kingdom by the aid of COUPS
D'ETAT prepared everywhere for one and the same day, after definitely
acknowledged (and not a little time will pass before that comes about,
perhaps even a whole century) we shall make it our task to see that
against
us such things as plots shall no longer exist. With this purpose we shall
slay without mercy all who take arms (in hand, like Waco? Randy Weaver?
****t
Arthur? Oklahoma?) to oppose our coming into our kingdom. Every kind of
new
institution of anything like a secret society will also be punished with
death; those of them which are now in existence, are known to us, serve us
and have served us, we shall disband and send into exile to continents far
removed from Europe. IN THIS WAY WE SHALL PROCEED WITH THOSE "GOY" MASONS
WHO KNOW TOO MUCH; such of these as we may for some reason spare will be
kept in constant fear of exile. We shall promulgate a law making all
former
members of secret societies liable to exile from Europe as the center of
rule.
2. Resolutions of our government will be final, without appeal.
3. In the GOY societies, in which we have planted and deeply rooted
discord
and protestantism, the only possible way of restoring order is to employ
merciless measures that prove the direct force of authority: no regard
must
be paid to the victims who fall, they suffer for the well-being of the
future. The attainment of that well-being, even at the expense of
sacrifices, is the duty of any kind of government that acknowledges as
justification for its existence not only its privileges but its
obligations.
The principal guarantee of stability of rule is to confirm the aureole of
power, and this aureole is attained only by such a majestic inflexibility
of
might as shall carry on its face the emblems of inviolability from
mystical
causes - from the choice of God. SUCH WAS, UNTIL RECENT TIMES, THE RUSSIAN
AUTOCRACY, THE ONE AND ONLY SERIOUS FOE WE HAD IN THE WORLD, WITHOUT
COUNTING THE PAPACY. Bear in mind the example when Italy, drenched with
blood, never touched a hair of the head of Sulla who had poured forth that
blood: Sulla enjoyed an apotheosis for his might in him, but his intrepid
return to Italy ringed him round with inviolability. The people do not lay
a
finger on him who hypnotizes them by his daring and strength of mind.
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