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Untermenschenblog 2

Sheep.
Legions and legions and legions of sheep.
Drove after drove after driven wave of mindless, trudging sheep.
First England.

Then America.

Now France.

The only thing that can save us from being sucked into the woolen tide is another sheep.

A very special kind of sheep.
I didn't realise how angry I was until I started trying to make this film.

I have little recourse to war, but I do have a gun.
This is my rifle.

This is my gun.

This is for fighting.

This is for fun.