“We continue to break bonds, I don’t care about family.”
We attack, we attack all that has to do with the human being. We don’t care about hurting some “innocent” person or “poor Christian” who found himself in the wrong place at the wrong time. Our hate doesn’t care about rich or poor, man or woman, old or young. Our hate is the same for all humans.
For us there are no good or evil people. The concept of “class struggle” does not move us in the least, and we are not under the spell of Red sentimentalism. We reject the “duty” to be on the side of the people. We will never fight for anyone, all we see is a crowd of hyper-civilized automatons, repulsive automatons…
We continue on without a motive to “love our neighbor.” We only appreciate those who have affinity with us, our blood brothers who form part of the Tendency. How can we love those who are continuing to propagate civilization, those who believe themselves free when the roar of their chains is so deafening? How can we love them?
How can we love them? We asked ourselves this wandering the central streets of this city. The section full of bars was unusually empty. The target… this time indiscriminate, we think. We didn’t much care who the poor curious bastard would be this time around.The Alameda Zaragoza was right in front of us, full of hyper-civilized, enjoying their vacations, laughing. Couples kissed, and we continued to be very awake. We abandoned it, a gift to some curious person.
This time, it was a woman… On Thursday, April 13th, 2017, an apparently innocent love letter detonated in front of a 16 year old girl who was walking around the Alameda. The girl found the envelope, and found the explosive gift. The press states that the explosion did not wound her. It seems like the bench where the envelope was abandoned served as a barrier between her body and the blast.
Through this communique we take responsibility for the abandonment of this exploding envelope. On the envelope was written a message that would surely awaken the curiosity of the hyper-civilized passing by on the Alameda. On the envelope was written, ‘Happy anniversary, my love.” We weren’t mistaken, a curious girl took the bait. The envelope was addressed to no one, and whether it was opened by a young girl or an old man, it would have all been the same to us.
At taking the misanthropic course, we have plunged ourselves into the abyss of the indiscriminate, toward chance in an uncomfortable manifestation. May explosives appear in all the busy streets. With consideration only toward our own, with only hate for humanity. We will kill our inner humanism.
For indiscriminate attack!
May explosive love letters proliferate!
Greetings to those with affinity of blood!
May eco-extremism and terrorist nihilism expand!
Individualists Tending Toward the Wild – Torreón
-Flint Blade Clandestine Clan
P.S. This time around our communique was short in contrast with the last two communiques coming out of Torreón. The next one may be longer.