Episode 368 - The Order: Part 3

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Hello, and welcome to the Lions Led by Donkeys podcast.

The The year is 1983.

My print shop empire has slowly spread across the northwest of America and with that expansion, I've had to hire a few extra employees.

Spotty teenagers mostly.

Sure, they slack off and sometimes don't show up for work.

But when you can pay someone minimum wage, you do it because at the end of the day, it's all about the bottom line.

One day I am reprimanding one of said greasy teenagers for taking a 45 minute shit break in the middle of the day and two men in dark suits come into my Spokane branch.

They say they're from the FBI and they're following up on some leads, but won't tell me the particulars.

When I refuse, they say it's very important I cooperate.

Then they slide a picture of a man across the counter.

My face drops when I recognize him.

Four years ago, the man in the photo was one of my best customers.

He always paid in cash, and I didn't pay attention to the stuff he asked to print.

In the beginning, there wasn't much small talk, but over time, he asked more and more about the printers and how to make designs stand out.

One day, he stopped coming in, and I assumed he had just moved away to Seattle in search of work, like a lot of other people were doing at the time.

I asked the agents what was going on, where Joe was now.

All they would tell me is that they wanted to know his whereabouts, and that several businesses in the area had been damaged, burgled, or burnt out.

One store in particular they were very interested in, a small shop owned by a Jewish man that sold bespoke vinyl record players.

And the only thing that had been stolen, weirdly enough, was an original print copy of The Door's first album.

Oh no, Nate, I've robbed you.

It was then that I realized I had gotten myself involved in something much bigger and much more dangerous than I expected.

Gentlemen, welcome to The Order Part 3.

How are we doing?

Doing well.

Just lovely, lovely.

Another good day.

How are you?

I am good.

I have spent too much time inside the mind of an annoying Mormon, and I've had to placate my brain by watching multiple hours of the outdoor boys on YouTube to like balance out bad Mormon with good Mormon.

Hey, it's better to spend all that time in a Mormon's mind than somewhere else inside of a Mormon.

That's what I say.

Yeah, not doing anything, just kind of sitting there.

Just soaking, yeah.

Soaking.

It's the procreation teabag.

It's going to steep it.

I have fielded many comments about our series so far.

I would like to thank Tom.

for being the champion of inventing a new form of transportation that is the Dodge F-150 and Nate for being the champion of Icelandic indigenous rights, also known as Norwegians.

That was actually the other way around.

I invented indigenous Icelandic people and Nate invented the Dodge F-150.

No, I didn't.

I didn't say Dodge F-150.

I wouldn't have made that mistake.

I'm pretty sure that was Tom.

Let he without sin cast the first stone.

But I was the person who did the sort of anachronism of like 2010s truck owners dissing each other and calling each other gay acronyms and transplanted it to to the 1970s and 80s.

Someone somewhere said Dodge F-150, so now it's Canon.

We have taken away the Ford F-150's agency and we've given it over to the Dodge Corporation or whoever it is that owns them at this point.

I do not remember.

Founded by indigenous Icelander Bjork.

Yes, that's correct.

Yeah, exactly.

Actually, every American major car conglomerate is owned by a different member of Seeger Rose.

I am very excited about the new vehicle we have called the Dodge F-150.

It is the first pickup truck shaped like a swan.

It runs on cellular mitosis.

Listen, man, you've just invented Italian Bjork.

We don't have time for this shit, but like...

Oh, no, it is El Bjorko.

Let's get started.

So when we last left you, Bob Matthews and his cuterie of misfit racists and anti-semis had enough of talk.

and were soon set on getting some action.

Much like all Mormons are set on getting some action.

But by September 1983, Bob had left his homestead for Arlington, Virginia for the National Alliance convention hosted by William Pierce.

I can't imagine there was a crossover between anyone else employed in Arlington, Virginia, and

William Pierce's neo-KKK.

I can't imagine.

Just a normal day in Virginia, to be completely honest.

Yeah, but people who hadn't seen him since he last attended in 1981 were shocked at the change that they saw in the man before them.

Despite his small stature, he was in incredible physical shape.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm laughing so fucking hard.

He's like, oh God, he's so tiny, yet so yoked.

We've reached why Nazi era.

I'm gone off that steamboat willy pre-workout, you motherfucker.

You ever try pinning Trent?

I know my balls haven't already dropped, hence why my voice sounds this way.

But it's even harder to cough.

I've started lifting the shoe that I fit inside.

Do you want to see my vascularity?

But Bob had always been confident, but now many saw him as something else.

When he spoke, it seemed to hold sway with audience and for the higher-ups in the National Alliance.

He had become sort of an underground celebrity after being featured in recent news bulletins, and his speech at the national conference was considered electric.

Nate?

My brothers, my sisters.

Matthew spoke into the microphone with a sort of stilted delivery that over time he gained confidence.

From the mist-shrouded forested valleys and mountains of the Pacific Northwest, I bring you a message of solidarity, a call to action, and a demand for adherence to duty as members of the vanguard of an Aryan resurgence and ultimately total Aryan victory.

The signs of awakening are sprouting up across the northwest, and no more so than amongst amongst the two-fisted farmers and ranchers, a class of our people who have been hit especially hard by the filthy lying Jews and their parasitical usury system.

Electric.

It's not over, Joe.

He gave accounts of yeoman farmers who had been radicalized after the economics of the times dashed their dreams for their land.

They must be brought into the struggle, Matthews declared in his still boyish voice.

The task is not going to be easy.

TV satellite dishes are springing up like poisonous mushrooms across the domain of the tillers of the soil.

The electronic Jew is slithering into the living rooms of even the most remote farms and ranches.

The race-destroying dogs are everywhere.

I am electrified.

Then he spoke of his plans for his friends at Matthews Acres.

Let us not only preach, let us live racial economics.

In Medellin Falls, we are not only eating, breathing, and sleeping.

We are growing together as one mind and one body.

We have broken the chains of Jewish thought.

In Menelene Falls, we know not the meaning of the word mine.

It is ours, our race, the totality of our people.

Ten hearts, one beat, one hundred hearts, one beat, ten thousand hearts, one beat.

We are born to fight and to die and to continue the flow, the flow of our people.

Matthews rolled towards his crescendo.

Onward we will go, onward to the stars, high above the mud, the mud of yellow, black, and brown.

Kinsmen, duty calls.

The future is now.

So stand up like men and drive the enemy into the sea.

Stand up like men and swear a sacred oath upon the green graves of our sires that you will reclaim what our fathers, our forefathers, discovered, explored, conquered, settled, built, and died for.

Stand up like men and reclaim our soil.

Kinsmen, all arise!

Look towards the stars and proclaim our destiny.

In Medellin Falls, we have a saying: defeat never, victory forever.

Who wins this battle, the electric Jew or the moon Turk?

The celestial enemies, the electric Jew, the moon Turk.

I am glad that you gave this to me with enough advance notice that I could read it because I would have been fully taken out by the electronic Jew.

Is that just Raiden for Mortal Kombat?

Yeah, I don't fucking know, man.

I mean, God, this guy's such a fucking dork.

Didn't Christopher Lambert, the guy who played Highlander, fucking play Raiden in the Mortal Kombat movie?

Oh, man, this is just a whole taxonomy, a whole, whole world,

like, Velton shallowing of weird racist guys.

I feel like Electrical Jew is just like the most canceled single from some like 2004 Electro Funk duo from France.

Many people don't know this, but Electrical Jew is actually Pikachu's original name.

Electronic Jew.

Electrical Jew would be funnier, but no, it's Electronic Jew, which is, yeah, that was actually the racist spin-off of Electric Six.

That's what they call themselves.

There's a different kind of danger, danger.

The dork giving this speech is one thing, but imagine the kind of just absolute fucking losers are, quote, electrified by this speech given to you in a voice that they continuously make sure to point out sounds like a young boy.

I mean, because, well, at the end of the day, I feel like the default for these kinds of people and their speaking voice is basically that guy who did like the YouTube whiskey reviews and was filming a whiskey review while in the background you could see his wife packing up her suitcases and stuff because she was leaving it.

So it's like,

so like, I feel as though it's not really like the bar is so low that like, yeah, just being able to do even the most basic delivery probably impressed these people.

They're very familiar with spaghetti carbonara for one.

Yeah, it's either everyone in the room either sounds like Mickey Mouse or Elmer Fold.

God damn it.

That took a lot out of my vocal cords, I'm not going to lie, but yeah, you know what?

I appreciate it.

I feel like if we're going to recite these guy's words, instead of having him be played by like whatever hot Hollywood actor played him in the movie, we have to have him sound like Mickey Mouse.

I'm just saying in a world where the electronic Jew controls your television, he should have been played by Michael Sarah.

I mean, that brings it back to my reference to Superbat and

the most Arizona, recognizably Arizona guys, like, you want to do some cocaine?

But

at the conference, Matthews ran into a man from Philadelphia who he had met before.

Now, this is another guy whose name is Tom Martinez.

Now, if the name Martinez sounds surprising for you as someone who would attend a National Alliance conference.

Well, despite his surname, he was an avowed white racist and angrily responded to anyone who insinuated he was Hispanic.

He claimed he was of Aryan blood from his Swedish-Castilian father and his Greek-Welsh mother.

And instead of Martinez, it was pronounced Martinez.

Woof.

Okay, that's a lot to take in.

No person with any kind of Hispanic background can be a white supremacist.

I will not look into the charging documents of January 6th.

Anyway, no need to look up a very famous recent mass shooting or anything.

Yeah.

But Bob told Tom about his plans to give Matthews farm to William Pierce to bring his project westward and the need for action against further degeneration of their country.

And Tom was kind of shocked at Matthew's rhetoric.

He asked him whether he was serious, and Bob said something had to be done.

He just couldn't take it anymore.

There was something about this change in Bob that kind of scared Tom, but he trusted him just like everyone else seemed to do because everyone else in this story seems to be a moron.

But by the end of the month, Bob and Debbie invited their friends up to Matthew's farm for dinner.

It was a banquet for 18 people, but this dinner would be different than the ones they would frequently host before.

This time, Bob planned to talk seriously with his guests about the future and what was to be done about it.

After the dinner, while the women cleared up, the men excused themselves and went to Matthew's outbuilding that we spoke about in the the last episode, the sheet metal barracks that he had built on his land.

Assembled there were nine men: Richie Kemp, Bill Soderquist.

There was also his trusted friend, Ken Loff, and David Lane.

And then there were some people from Aryan Nations: Dan Bauer, Denver Power Mentor, Joe's favorite, Randy Dewey, and Bruce Pierce.

I do have to wonder if this like sheet metal barracks full of Nazis.

Anybody looked over and was like, isn't that guy Mexican?

Like, shut up.

We don't talk about that.

But the the fact that there was nine of them there that night was significant to Bob, as he was an Odinist nerd, and the number nine is important to the mythology of Odinism.

He was mindful that Odin learned nine magic songs and hung for nine nights on Yggdrasil, the world tree, to acquire the wisdom of the dead.

Heimdal, the watchman of the gods, had nine mothers, and more importantly, Thor stumbled nine steps before falling dead in the great battle.

And famously, the nine jokers cards of ICP.

I don't think there was nine, but I'm going with it.

I feel like if being a juggler who had existed back then, it would have been a blowout valve for a lot of these guys.

They would have just gotten hovered up into it, and they would actually not been racist.

You know what I mean?

They would have been pulled away.

Nate, just wait.

Wait for the next part.

You have to.

Just wait for the next part.

Bob had set up a chalkboard and stood in front of his friends, ready to address the discussions.

They had been having in the previous months about the future of the white race and its families.

I've asked you all to come here because I think we share a common goal, Matthew said, picking up a piece of chalk.

I intend to form a group of kinsmen who will let their deeds do the talking for them.

And I'm telling you now, if any of you don't want to be involved in this, you're free to leave.

At no point did anyone leave.

Cribbing from the Turner Diaries as a manual for his plans, he said that they had to pursue step three, which was to procure funds.

And step four was to use those funds to recruit more people to the cause and to sustain other right-wing groups in order to foment the the revolutionary fervor they also desired.

There was also some questions about what procurement meant, but Bob assuaged their concerns by saying before they proceeded they would need to take an oath, after which they would all be bound together as blood brothers.

I'm going to ask each of you to take an oath that you will remain true to the cause, Matthew said.

I would like to remind you what is at stake here.

It is our children, kinsmen, and the very economic and racial survival.

Because of that, I would like to place a white child before us as we take this oath.

He then turned to Denver Parmentor and asked, could they use his six-week-old daughter?

Let me borrow your kid real quick.

We gotta do an oath.

Yeah, then Parmenter went inside and asked his wife, which I presume she promptly told him to fuck off.

And then Ken Loff instead offered to use his daughter.

When he returned, the baby was placed on a blanket in the middle of the nine men and they all clasped hands.

Matthews then delivered the following speech, which they all repeated: I, as a free Aryan man, hereby swear an unrelenting oath, upon the green graves of our sires, upon the children in the wombs of our wives, upon the throne of God Almighty, sacred as his name, to join together in holy union with those brothers in this circle, and to declare forthright that from this moment on I have no fear of death, no fear of foe, that I have a sacred duty to do whatever is necessary to deliver our people from the Jew and to bring total victory to the Aryan race.

I, as an Aryan warrior, swear myself to complete secrecy to the order and total loyalty to my comrades.

Let me bear witness to you, my brothers, that should one of you fall in battle, I will see to the welfare and well being of your family.

Let me bear witness to you, my brothers, that should one of you be taken prisoner, I will do whatever is necessary to regain your freedom.

Let me bear witness to you, my brothers, that should an enemy agent hurt you, I will chase him to the ends of the earth and remove his head from his body.

Oh,

my brothers, let me be his battle axe and weapons of war.

Let us go forth by ones and by twos, by scores and by legions, and as true Aryan men with pure hearts and strong minds, face the enemies of our faith and our race with courage and determination.

We hereby invoke the blood covenant and declare that we are in a full state of war and will not lay down our weapons until we have driven the enemy into the sea and reclaimed the land which was promised to our fathers of old, and through our blood and his will become the land of our children to be.

I want to set a scene for everybody so everybody's seeing what I'm seeing in my head, and that is a group of nine men in a tin shack in the woods swearing an oath over a borrowed child.

Yep.

They all sleep in one big bed like the Bucket Bucket family.

The Aryan child is Charlie Bucket.

He's a big swastika blinky.

Does that mean that Willie Wonka is the electronic Jew?

I was going to say, I love the idea that he's obsessed with driving his enemy into the sea as if the sea is the ancestral homeland of the Jew.

Yeah, they'd show with Poseidon.

Everybody knows this.

Yeah, yeah, exactly.

Yeah, the lost city of Atlantis.

Yeah, if he found Atlantis, he'd be fucking pissed.

Rife with synagogues.

Yeah, man.

I mean, I,

this, I mean, if it weren't for the fact that I have a vague understanding of what's coming, and I do know that there was actual violence and murder involved, this, this just seems like such extreme LARPing.

That's the thing that's so funny about it.

It seems like such unbelievable dork shit.

It is unbelievable dork shit.

Like the fact that before this happened, you got one guy going up to that.

I was like, hey, honey, can I borrow the kid?

We got to swear a racist blood oath.

Fuck no.

Use the other person's kid.

God damn it we have to go at like these are conversations that occurred trying to find a child to which this is the creepiest thing you could do with a baby in nine men that does not involve a crime right off the top well yeah because i mean like because tren has shrunk bob so much that now at the point like his biggest he's been training for his mega like fucking power lift of being able to hold a baby up like they're the same size

they're the same height he's just this little goofy homunculus when he's fucking doing yeah he's doing overhead press with a baby.

He's doing an overhead press with a q-tip.

I mean, it's just, yeah, like I said, I mean, I guess the Nazis also did weird era, you know, like Viking rune LARP shit.

They were also serious about it, and it led to horrible consequences.

But it's just.

The only thing that separates the Nazis from being backwoods idiots is like state capture of power, where like these people are doing it in a tin shack in the woods rather than like Nuremberg.

This is like the Nazi cosmology purchased off wish.com.

But like, the problem is, is that like all these guys are such losers and such morons, and there is so much like stuff about it that I'm annoyed that this series couldn't be like 15 episodes long so I could talk about like every single one of them.

Like, I had to save space for the kung fu Nazi that appears in part four.

I have a hard rule on the show, and that is we always save room for the kung fu Nazi.

i'm holding space for the kung fu nazi this is a complete aside but it's just an example of this kind of a detail like i remember reading a biography of a very famous that i won't i won't derail too much of a french romantic poet and one of the details about it was that at one point he was staying with his mom and he bought a piano but instead of learning music he's like no i want to discover new sonorities and just start smashing the keys and being loud as fuck and insanely annoying non-stop and it's like in the spirit of being that weird and annoying of a guy it's like you can go in so many directions.

And I imagine that even if it's not material to like the plot that we are talking about, there are those anecdotes of just like, no, you're fucking joking.

Like the idea of somebody being like, I won't drive a Ford Bronco because it's made by the Jew or something like that.

Like Henry Ford wasn't actually anti-Semitic enough, so I can't drive a Ford.

He woke Henry Ford.

Everybody knows the correct way to drive a Ford Bronco is a very slow speed through California.

Joe, can you help me out?

Like, I can't remember what, but there was that really goofy, weird sort of, like, Bronco-style car from the 70s.

It's like made by a company that doesn't exist anymore.

Do you know what I'm talking about?

AMC Gremlin.

Gremlin, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, exactly.

Like, I was thinking about that.

My grandfather had one who was also anti-Semitic.

I don't think the AMC Gremlin makes you anti-Semitic, but it doesn't hurt.

I can just envision that, like, pulling up to the spot with these guys, and there's like AMC Gremlins and like the original Volkswagen Beatles that are just absolute death traps.

Like, it's just the vibe is absolutely there.

So, you know what?

I'm there for it.

It's really weird that the AMC Gremlin, like the logo on the front of the bonnet, is the like the hand-rubbing Jew meme.

Instead of von Dutch, you got a customization by A.

Wyatt Mann, but they're basically the same person.

It's what if the Homer was designed by JK Rowling?

Wait,

you're saying that this is like the Grabbler edition of the AMC Gremlin?

The fuck?

We've invented the worst vehicles ever conceived.

The Dodge F-150, the Grabbler.

The Dodge F-150 is what happens when you buy like an F-150 in like the same place that they did like in Waziristan where they build like the incredibly in-depth counterfeit guns.

No, Joe, Joe, the Dodge F-150 was being sold by Nate in a previous cold open of this series.

It's just two cars welded together.

Just straight down the middle.

It's like the counterfeit motorcycles in Afghanistan, like the Tonda and the Hond.

You got to put some respect on my Tonda.

Look, man,

let's move on if we can.

But like, yeah, this is the detail here.

It's a target-rich environment, you know?

Low-hanging fruit all around.

But for Matthews, this...

was a really, really important moment because it reminded him of the sons of liberty and he saw this as a step towards his dream of a white american bastion i just wanted to throw this in really fast which is that there was a time when people would share a wyatt mann cartoons sort of because they were ironic racism and just like they seemed so goofy like they're so insane that like it just it's almost like that crazy anti-vax photoshop artist david d's kind of stuff but the thing is is that having seen a lot of a wyatt man cartoons like they're pretty explicit about like we're gonna kill all the race traders and all the non-whites and like they love depicting that They love literally depicting scenes of like guys dressed like fucking provosts killing women and children.

And it's like, the thing is, is that like, they did actually believe it.

Like, they weren't being ironic at all.

That's actually how they conceived of the world.

And, like, the Scheming Jew cartoon, notwithstanding, like, it's not funny, but a lot of it's really disturbing because, like, this is 100% what they believed.

And, like, these dudes literally killed people because of it.

That's the thing that's so fucked up about it.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Nate, hold that thought.

After they all exchanged a comrade's appraisal of their newfound commitment, Matthews very very quickly addressed the next steps five and six of the Turner Diaries.

Step five, the assassination of racial enemies, people like Henry Kissinger and David Rockefeller.

The only time the AY at Manstuff has been funny is when someone did a parody of the With Jews You Lose or Around Blacks Never Relax, and they did it in his style of like a pudgy guy with a shirt too small wearing a V Fa Vendetta mask and said around whites internet fights.

But then there was step six, which was establishing an urban guerrilla army capable of taking maneuvers, destroying infrastructure, stuff like that, assassinating the government using nukes.

It seems like his whole idea is the polar opposite of the urban guerrilla, seeing how they live in a compound in the woods.

Oh, we will

talk about an urban-trained guerrilla army that's living in the woods in a little bit, Joe.

Oh, damn it.

Okay.

But the question of fundraising came up again, and immediately there were some religious objections.

You know, these people are all insane Christian identity people.

So, you know, stealing is a sin in the Bible.

The counter argument was that if they robbed pimps and drug dealers, surely they would be square with the man upstairs.

David Lane suggested counterfeiting, which, because it didn't harm individuals, was okay and the fake money in circulation would harm the government.

Matthews decided to stick Lane with being in charge of looking into the counterfeiting.

And then there was the most insane suggestion, which came from, of course randy dewey and denver powermenter which suggested linking in with arab oil states for funding since they hated jewish people too and would also damage their biggest enemy and america's strongest ally israel okay gaddafi would probably be in on this if they just like

if they just change their flag like no we're not nazis We're communists now.

Gaddafi would be like, write those boys a check.

I mean, I was going to laugh, much like Martinez versus Martinez that maybe Randy Dewey is like, he makes them pronounce his name, but it's actually Randy D-U-I.

Because Jesus fucking Christ, dude.

Now, these were all plausible leads in these men's eyes, but a much more simple solution was suggested, which would be the one they would pursue, which would be tendering contracts to clear woodland in exchange for selling the timber, which they had previously done on Matthew's farm.

They all agreed on this would be the first choice while all the the other leads were being investigated.

Wait, hold on.

Their idea to fund the revolution was to just get a job?

Joe,

you spent a lot of time in the Pacific Northwest.

I spent a lot of time doing that exact thing for the Bureau of Land Management.

I have worked with these people.

Well, this is what I was going to say is the problem is they were going to do tree cutting and path clearing in kind of more mountainous areas around Idaho and Washington and Oregon.

The main stumbling block is that this shit is really hard.

Yes.

And all of these men were pussies.

It's really hard, and they would have to work alongside an organization.

Its initials are hilariously BLM.

So basically, the guy looks like anachronisms here, I get it.

But one guy's idea is, what if we became Marlow Stanfield from The Wire, although The Wire didn't exist yet?

The next one was, what if we did the plot of the William Friedkin movie To Live and Die in LA, but none of them are as hot or

as badass as fucking

as any of the people in that film.

But and the third one is, yo, people buy wood if you cut down trees.

Like,

let's just get a fucking job.

And to these guys, that is like truly revolutionary thinking, like, boys, have we ever considered employment?

Like,

no, of course not.

It's that meme of boo, a job application that people love posting on Twitter.

But yeah, like they weren't up to the task.

They actually did try to do this and almost died in a snowfall.

Would have been really fucking funny.

And once again, anachronism, because this actually happened and also nearly happened to a lot of people.

Because if they're like, dude, it's really easy to make money because they want to clear paths and shit all in and around the trails on Mount St.

Helens.

That would have been fucking hilarious.

Because in 1980, there was a bunch of people where the maps didn't actually correspond with reality and the areas that were deemed safe for like logging and camping and hiking were absolutely fucking hit

when the volcano erupted.

But

sadly, it doesn't line up.

But if the end of this was actually like they had like a Project Bojinka style thing that was ended by a volcano, then you'd absolutely be like, God's Jewish.

You have no choice but everybody convert.

Exactly.

The artist's not just electronics Jewish, the Jew in the mantle of the earth.

The tectonic Jew.

He lives in the magma.

Fuck me.

Why do you think the tectonic plates are rubbing together?

Oh, fuck.

God damn it.

Yeah, exactly.

So their next port of call was robbery.

So where do you think these guys who are going to rob pimps and pushers in the Pacific Northwest, where do you think they're going to target, Joe?

I mean, they're going to go to Spokane, right?

Or Seattle?

Yep.

Oh, Spokane.

Yeah.

They're in eastern Washington.

Spokane's right there.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

But I guess they see Seattle, there was definitely like more of the sort of...

Yeah, but they'd be afraid of Seattle.

You know, there's also some average kids.

Oh, it's very far away.

Hold that thought.

So to them, Spokane was Sin City, a modern Sodom and Gomorrah.

They talked about roughing up pimps and pushers and stealing their stashes of money.

Unfortunately, these guys were, you know, a arch conservative in time eternal in the fact that they were terrified of big cities and the people in them.

Exactly.

Their only knowledge of their marks came from movies and television.

So they would follow well-dressed black men who they thought looked like superfly driving big cars, hoping to follow them home, but soon found out that was a dead end.

They're just coming home from work.

I do have to point out how funny it would be if they went to Western Washington, a little bit north of Seattle at this period of time, and started robbing and killing killing people because they could have possibly taken out the Green River Killer.

I feel like Tom will get this reference.

I don't know if, Joe, if you will, but to me, it's like, it's very funny that these guys living in their compound think that Spakane, Washington is basically the setting of the Benjamin Mara comic book night business.

That like they think like the city where like the slasher serial killer is fighting.

And, you know, the reign of Pimp Donnie has an iron fist.

Like the idea that it's Spakane Washington.

Everyone looks like the guy on fucking brawny towel, like paper towels and toilet paper, okay?

Every single person looks like Paul Bunyan.

It's also the 1980s.

Spokane can be pretty rough, but I do think it's the timeless conservative afraid of any town that has slightly above 100,000 people.

It's like, oh, it must be like Detroit and the Crow in there.

I have to stay away.

At this time, Spokane had like a population of like 130,000.

Spokane's not a deep town.

It's like fucking Moline, Illinois.

I mean, it's like Fresno, California, for example, is a rougher city than most people would assume.

That kind of a thing.

That's true.

But like Spokane in the 80s, I don't know, man.

It is very funny that they're like, oh, my God, it's the hive of iniquity or whatever the fuck.

Most big commuter town suburbs around major cities in America are bigger than that, population-wise.

Spokane's comparatively a small town, and nowadays it's a lot rougher than it was back then, for sure.

Well, also, like, all of the extractive industries and logging and shit hadn't died out yet in the 80s.

But but in the absence of the success of essentially trying to carjack pimps like they're the white shaft

they decided to suss out bars and clubs where black people would frequent they picked one and bob and bruce pierce went in disgusted at what they found white women fraternizing with black men while hip music blasted from the sound system But because they were both cowards, they sat at a table and drank beer till 2 a.m.

Also to note, Bob Matthews like rarely drank at all.

Like, it's noted multiple times that, like, when he had a beer, he would barely finish like one bottle.

I just love the idea of Bob Matthews having a fucking nervous breakdown after like half a beer listening to He's So Shy by the Pointer Sisters.

He was driven to drink by watching a black man dance.

Just because I was like, I have to drink a whole sexer now.

Men's hips should not move that way.

They have too much rhythm.

It's a sin.

Bob Matthews envisioning hell, seeing the decline of the white race, like all of the fucking just, you know, Satan's ultimate victory unrolling before his eyes.

And the soundtrack is, Seller Breaker Top Stone.

No, no, no, no, no.

Nate, Nate.

Bob Matthews' idea of hell was a soul train dance line.

It's the train to hell.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Bob Matthews is like the blind, the fucking, the blind announcing like fucking Gog and Magog has returned.

You know, the blind seer is announcing the apocalypse because he saw Stevie Wonder on TV.

Fuck.

You mentioned Soul Trainer.

I thought of Stevie Wonder on Soul Trade.

I was like, oh my God.

But by this point, Bob and Pierce were being stung with bad looks from the bar's patrons.

And Pierce noticed why.

It was because the handle of Bob's knife was sticking out of his belt.

Pierce leaned over and said, crazy white boy.

Matthews looked at him.

See, they won't mess with someone they think is a crazy white boy.

The knight was a bust.

Now go up to the counter and request heavy D of the boys.

I just laugh because it's like,

this is so fucking stupid.

They're basically just like these guys think they're in the blood rave from the first Blade movie, and it's just like, it's just a bar in Spokane, Washington in the 80s.

Thank God Bob Matthew, like this series ends the way it does because Bob Matthews would have been terrified by an album called Fear of a Black Planet.

I'm just imagining Bob Matthews watching Blade.

Like, how dare they disrespect our vampires?

Not only do we have to deal with the Zog, now the Zog has black vampires, and white men can't even go to techno raves without being disrupted.

White men can't even be vampires anymore.

I heard there's a movie that's come out called White Man can't jump and despite my small stature, you will know I can jump three inches in the air.

I still love the idea though of like, yeah,

he's really conflicted because like the white vampires are actually powerful in Blade, but they wear sunscreen, which is blasphemy to him.

You know, they worships the sun in Ron.

The sun is our friend.

Putting sunscreen on is the work of the Jew.

Oh, God.

After a few more nights of patrolling Spagan, Matthews, Power Mentor, Dewey, and Bauer grew the stones to to finally rob someone.

Eventually, cornering a black man driving home, they blocked his car at an intersection, and the four men approached him, brandishing guns, and pretended to be undercover police officers.

I'm sure was not a unique experience in Spokane at the time.

But they were thwarted when a local police car drove past and they had to shrink away into the night.

Bob instead settled for issuing the driver with a stern warning.

But it wasn't until a few weeks later that they decided to commit their first real crime.

On October 28th, 1983, Matthews, Pierce, Dewey, and Bauer would meet outside of a pornography store, Worldwide Video, Spokane's only pornography shop.

So they had cased out the joint.

They were going to rob it.

Before going in, they decided to darken their faces.

Yeah, you heard that right.

And Matthews donned a fake mustache, which reports afterwards made him look Mexican.

You guys might not know this, but my family's actually Dutch.

So they all filed into the shop and hung around the display cases, arcade machines, and the front door, and they staked it out.

There's a few customers still hanging around.

As soon as the last customer left, Bob pulled his gun on the desk clerk and told her to relax.

They're robbing the store.

The manager, who was the only other employee, started across the shop floor and Randy Dewey punched him straight in the face, stopping him at a standstill, but not even knocking him over.

It's It's noted that Randy Dewey thought, was like, oh, it's nothing like TV.

I thought he would go down.

But the two were then placed in the bathroom while Bob searched the till and pulled out whatever cash he could find.

As soon as they got their loot, they split.

There was one problem, though.

Randy Dewey had used so much tape to bind the wrists of the female checkout clerk that he didn't have enough to secure the manager.

and just waved his gun at him and told him to stay put.

Getter's mistake, not rationing your duct tape.

My God.

But they ran out of the shop, and a few minutes later, the manager called the police and reported that a Mexican man had robbed them.

All in all, guess how much they stole?

Less than $100.

$250.

$369.10.

Ooh, that's enough to fund a revolution.

Yep.

So after the 10% tied to the cause, they all agreed that the $300-ish dollars wasn't worth the time it took to pull off the job.

They needed to to set their sites a little higher.

In Seattle, the group then stake out an armored money transfer vehicle outside of a Fred Meyer on Aurora Avenue, taking notes and carefully observing the path of the cars, where the transfers are happening, and watching the security inside.

A plan was set in motion.

They were going to rob a bank transfer.

Now, at the same time, David Lane was looking into the counterfeiting operation and also he was looking into how to disable an entire entire city's phone lines in the event they would need a complete blackout to finish the job.

He actually had a meeting in a diner with Pastor Butler and two other people

to ask about this.

The only problem is, one of the people that was at that meeting was an undercover journalist.

So they've been penetrated by cops and journalists at this point.

Masterclass.

Masterclass.

At the same time, some of the members of the gang were researching bomb making, using books that were widely available in a library to research how to make bombs.

And they had become distracted by the potential of bombing a visiting Rothschild.

Okay.

Okay.

They're so good at keeping things undercover that they're just checking things out with their library card.

How to build bombs, volume one.

Yeah, pretty much.

Like, you can have, I guess, the two guys who were in charge of researching this.

Libraries were different back then.

That shit's wild.

Nowadays, shit gets pulled off out of the library because it's got like a gay character in it.

But it was Gary Yarbrough who had been tasked with the counterfeiting in earnest.

He wasn't recruited to the original nine because Bob was concerned that Gary wouldn't commit due to having four kids.

And one of his kids was extremely ill with kidney disease and required quite a lot of care from her parents.

And Yarbrough was also like the head of Richard Butler's security.

Richard Butler had been suffered a bomb attack like the previous year.

So Matthew just like, let's leave him there.

There is actually a conspiracy theory that Richard Butler bombed himself.

Yeah, I could see that.

I mean, I could see it going either way.

He bombs himself to make himself seem legit to other stupid Nazis, or whether the other stupid Nazis try to blow him up because he's an asshole.

Yeah.

So on the 24th of November, 1983, Gary agreed to run the press of fake bills without telling Pastor Butler.

When Gary began printing, he was unfortunately spotted by David Tate, a 20-year-old who had spent his whole life at Aryan Nations and was folded into the scheme because he had spotted Gary printing the bills.

The problem is, David Tate was a moron and it would cause problems down the line because he had spent his whole life being educated by Aryan Nations.

So he is an idiot that was taught by other idiots.

Yes, exactly.

Now, the idiocy does unfold even more because after about a week, they had printed $200,000 in fake bills.

The bills looked slightly blanched and were rubbed with coffee grounds after being dipped in green dye to make them look real.

The real problem, though, was that they printed $50 bills.

I mean, even now, anything above a 20, people are going to look kind of askance at you.

Sometimes they mark it with a pen if you look a little shifty.

And I assume these guys look plenty shifty.

Oh, Joe, hold that thought for episode four.

Oh, boy.

They printed $200,000 in 50s.

Yep.

And it is a big problem because, like, when you're using 20s, you can buy something like a newspaper or a packet of chewing gum and very quickly get clean money because no one really looks twice at a 20.

A 50 is much harder.

Once again, coming back to live and die in LA, nate.

I was going to say they didn't have hot Willem Defoe fucking doing it.

They'd have Rick Masters on that shit.

They have to recruit Rick Masters, go to Los Angeles and get it.

But around this time,

Bob's father, Johnny, would die.

It was his last tie to a normal life.

And on the 1st of December, his dad died from cancer.

The night his father died, his mother walked over to Matthew's house and found Bob crying on the back porch.

He said, at least now I can get on with the rest of my life.

This scared the shit out of his mother.

In the barracks, 20 feet away, Bob's friends were bundling up stacks of fake $50 bills.

But on the 3rd of December, the group set out to a small town in the Richland, Pascoe,

area.

Joe, are you familiar with it?

Vaguely.

Their plan was to use the cash in stores in small amounts in order to fly under the radar and target young checkout clerks to pass the bills.

Once again, an ever-present problem, they were fucking morons.

After trying to pass some cash in Radio Shack, Bauer was being followed, and the security guard then picked up Bruce Pierce, who tried to lose his tail in the car park, eventually going into a restaurant and locking himself in the toilet.

When he spotted two police officers approaching the restaurant, he began flushing the money down the toilet.

So they tried to use it precisely one time, but immediately got gone.

Yeah.

But when the cops entered the toilet, there was no cash.

He had just been like flushing it constantly.

The one problem being that they're not geniuses.

And Bruce Pierce still had all the receipts and shopping bags on him.

God, Fucking masterminds.

These are truly going to be the revolutionaries that bring about the white ethnostate.

I love the idea that he's getting tailed and the cops are involved.

So he does like Metal Gear Solid, put yourself inside a box and hope they just don't realize it.

But it said it's lock yourself in a bathroom with no windows.

A cop standing outside, a big exclamation point hanging over their head constantly.

What was that noise?

Meanwhile, you're either taking the largest shit the world has ever seen as you're just frantically and continuously flushing.

Oh, sorry, officer.

That was a double flusher.

Yeah, you got a match.

You just need to,

sorry.

You know, had some beans for lunch.

That's the other thing.

You're pretending you're taking a massive shit.

You're flushing constantly and it smells like nothing.

Like, oh, you don't, you don't understand, sir.

It was one of those clean ones.

It just slides right out.

And you look back, nothing.

Yeah, Joe, the bathroom doesn't have what we've described before as that thick air after someone has just eviscerated a toilet.

yeah you walk right in no problems you can't feel it on your skin it's like those scenes in uh early 2000s movies where you can see like the waviness of the heat in the air of the desert yeah it's the closest thing that exists in real life to stink lines

you don't have the the stock arabic music of

playing in the background yeah yeah yeah you had like the fucking howling world music shantoos from gladiator but then made sinister somehow and muslim but you i mean also i'm just laughing at the idiot it's like what happens if like they plunge the toilet and all this green stuff comes out?

You're like, sorry, I had one of those weird fucking food dye ass Baskin-Robbins ice creams.

I had the watermelon flavored one.

You'll have to forgive me.

I've been eating nothing but iguanas per week.

I'm on that crocodile Dundee diet.

Where the fuck you get all these iguanas at Pasco?

I promised my wife I'd stop doing paper-mâché, but she almost got me.

I had to flush down the toilet.

all these guys are so fucking stupid soon pierce was being interrogated by the secret service from spokan and was charged with passing counterfeit money and possession of a concealed weapon he was held on 25 grand bail did he try to pay the bail in 50s

we'll get back to it joe but the same night as pierce's arrest other people were getting arrested in the cagel canyon in los angeles's san fernando valley richard butler and 14 others were arrested for lighting three crosses on fire at a Klan rally.

Butler was dressed in red, bright robes and a hood, and Frank Silva

was hosting it, the exalted cyclops of the new order Knights of the Ku Klux Klan.

As a police helicopter word overhead, Butler flicked his lighter and was immediately arrested.

Also arrested was Tom Metzger, a former Klansman who ran for Congress in San Diego, Silva, and his friend Randy Evans, who were both members of Aryan Nations, as well as the Klan.

I'm honestly only surprised by this, by the fact that they get arrested for lighting the crosses.

Like, I assume that was one of those things that were cops would just say, you know, as much as we hate it, it's the right to do it.

Also, because six of us are in clan hoods right now.

Yeah, I mean, I think that there were some things where, like, depending on the laws of the time, it was actually that part was illegal.

I don't know if it was illegal because of Klan shit or if there was like in the way that like some of the anti-mask laws that you'd see people getting applied were actually

it's California.

It's probably just like, don't set that cross on fire.

You'll set the whole candy on fire.

Please don't.

Yeah, please don't.

Yeah, please, please, please, guys.

There's other ways you can be racist.

I swear to God.

So this super pissed off Matthews.

He was like, this is our, you know, our right to free speech and express ourselves.

And we're being oppressed by the government.

But he had bigger matters to attend to.

So on the 5th of December, Matthews and David Lane set out for Denver, hoping to secure their own printing press and no longer having to rely on the Wanna Aryan nations.

And it would be in a trailer park just outside of Laramie that Bob Matthews would begin the tried and true pastime of all racist religious fanatics, bigamy.

Well, yeah, we kind of all had a sign that that was coming.

For a bit of background of like

how insane these people are and how they loved bigamy.

In 1982, Jim Ellison, who was the head of the Covenant Sword in the Arm of the Lord, you know, the guy that we talked about last episode who proclaimed himself King James of the Ozarks had caused a split in the Covenant Sword and the Arm of the Lord because he went into the woods and had a vision from God that one of the members of his congregation was spiritually dead.

So it made it right for Jim Ellison to fuck that guy's wife.

It always comes down to like sex stuff.

Whenever a religious cult is involved, it always comes down to the guy in charge somehow getting to the point that's like, I want to fuck your wife and I'm going to figure out an ideological reason as to why I could do it.

Yeah, I mean, that's definitely the stuff with like Ruling Jeffs and Warren Jeffs and that kind of stuff, like the breakaway Mormon stuff.

Like, and it's, I don't know, I know a little bit from reading the John Crackauer book about Under the Banner of Heaven, and I tried to watch the Netflix thing about, but oh my God, it's just so fucking creepy I can't but like yeah this is the thing like this inevitably it seems to go in that direction with yeah like like religious extremists like super evangelical sort of like dominionists white supremacists like women are property white women are property and like basically you know men in power are allowed to basically have

they have the right to

trade or claim any woman in their community for sure but like their notion is that it applies to the entire world basically slave master shit like Like at the end of the day, it's the same logic as fucking slave masters in the United States, like slave owners in the United States, that kind of shit.

This is why I say all Jeffs are bastards just to be safe.

But like the thing with the Covenant Sword and the Arm of the Lord with Jim Ellison, like that completely split the group in the middle.

Like they were kind of the pre-eminent kind of guerrilla group on the right.

Like they had built their own kind of urban practice ground and shooting range within the compound that they would practice maneuvers on.

Like, they had what were considered the best gunsmiths in the entire movement and, like, were you know filing off serial numbers, modifying weapons to make them fully automatic.

They were manufacturing silencers, you know, all of this stuff.

And Jim Ellison was like, nah, I need a bit of extra strange.

Yeah, I mean, fuck all of this, you know, mount sight that we have, this weird Nazi logistic system that's the best in the world.

I really want to fuck your wife.

That seems way more worth it.

I need to clap wife cheeks, and I'm not going to let any of this get in my way.

Yeah.

There's the gun nerds, the Odin nerds, and the sex nerds, and they thought they could work together, but they can't.

It's the forbidden polycule.

Yeah, exactly.

Yeah.

But it was on this trip that they ended up in this trailer park in Laramie.

David Lane said, Look, we've been traveling a long time.

Let's pull over, visit a friend of mine.

She can make us some dinner.

That's when Bob Matthews would meet Zilla Craig, Z-I-L-L-A-H.

You know, what a name.

She was a member of David Lane's kind of congregation, Christian identity group in Denver.

Bob had actually seen her before at an Aryan nations meeting and had like become taken with her beauty and she just didn't remember him.

Named Godzilla because her dad was just a huge fan of Godzilla.

That's a beautiful name for a little girl.

I'm just, I don't know, man, like white supremacist beauty queen, you know, she's the Yoko Ono of the Laramie, Wyoming white supremacists.

Like, what the fuck is going on?

Nate, I hate that that's actually kind of accurate and you're going to come to regret saying it.

Well, I mean, she definitely would have co-authored Woman is the N-Word of the World.

But Zilla Craig was a mother of two in her early 20s.

unmarried and was training to be a nurse and she made the two men dinner welcomed into her her home.

And then Delaine said, I got to go meet someone else locally.

You two chill out.

I'll be back.

After David left, Zilla turned to Bob and said, I've got to study for a nursing test.

Would you mind helping me with the Latin?

Matthews obliged and just kind of like looked around.

He was like, I'm not really that good at Latin, but I'll give it a go.

She handed Bob the book and he started off.

But he became kind of quiet when he came to the Latin terms for, you know, testicle or vagina.

she thought it was kind of quaint and cute.

But before long, he put aside the book and talked about, you know, his revolution and his group and all the great things that he's going to do.

And telling her he had spotted her before at Aryan Nations.

And she was like, I don't kind of remember this guy, but she remembered David telling her about, you know, this group that swore an oath over a baby about blood and soil and all that sort of shit.

So she kind of entertained him.

Eventually, she would broach the question of, any chance you got a wife?

And Matthews very coyly said, No, the conversation unfolded further, and he eventually did admit that, yes, I do have a wife, but I don't love her because she can't conceive my kids naturally.

And Zilla, being a massive racist, went and cut off a piece of her hair and tied it with a red ribbon and gave it to him and said, You know, like, just so you know, there's a white woman hoping for you to come home safe from the war.

Oh, shut the fuck up, you nerds.

She's in her early 20s, has kids, is studying to be a nurse.

I'm just saying anachronism alert, but I'm sorry, but she absolutely would drive a Jeep Wrangler and kiss her dog on the mouth.

Her name is Zilla.

Her dog's name is Mackenzie.

They take a lot of pictures together.

But Bob would pass through Laramie loads of times, but he was, you know, he was way too shy to ask Zilla for, you know, the ride.

But she was like growing closer and closer to them.

There is a weird story because like Bob Matthews is like really manipulative.

They eventually do start sleeping together as he has decided that, you know, Zilla is going to be his Aryan queen who will bear his children naturally.

You know, they're going to get down to the business and she gets up to go to the bathroom to grab her diaphragm.

And Matthew says, no, don't.

I want you to bear my seed.

And I'm like, classic move, man.

Yeah, that works all the time at the bar.

Yeah.

That's real male manipulator shit.

I feel like

I've just done interdimensional cringe travel.

Yeah, Bob Matthews hates the Jews and wants to hit it raw.

Yeah, motherfucker became a neo-Nazi just so he doesn't have to wear a condom.

I mean, that would be par for the course, from what I understand, of neo-Nazis, quite frankly.

But

on December 17th, the group would commit their first proper bank heist in a city just north of Seattle in Innes Arden.

I assume that's how you say it.

If someone wants to correct me, I do not care.

This is this show, after all.

We do not care for proper pronunciation.

Matthews went into the bank and did a classic hand over the bag and say, you're being robbed.

The teller complied, but slipped a die pack in it.

And after Matthews had like, raided the drive-up window and shuffled everyone into the vault, he ran out the door.

And when he was in the car park, one of the tellers looked out the window and just saw a massive puff of red smoke.

Oh, so he spontaneously joined ICP.

Yes.

It would be a mistake that he would be careful not to repeat in the future.

Zilla would help him clean the bills using paint thinner and turpentine.

Most of the builds were kind of passable after like some mangling in a washing machine, like dirtying them up.

Some of them did have to be dumped.

And it was in early January 1984 that Robert Matthews would appear in Philadelphia at Tom Martinez's door with a sackload of cash to be passed.

Tom wasn't overly enthusiastic about Bob's visit.

He told Matthews that he'd become disenchanted with the whole movement after leaving William Pierce's National Alliance.

And he had actually met a few black and Jewish people around town, and they seemed pretty decent.

Your politics defeated by just like...

going outside and talking to someone.

Yeah, he just needed friends.

Yeah, who would have thought?

It was at this point that Bob opened the bag full of cash and Martinez, with his crumbling house, two kids to raise, a leg and a cast from a work injury and late disability checks, gave in.

It was over the next few weeks that Martinez, David Lane, and Matthews passed the cash through various small businesses, small purchases, etc.

But the problem was

Back home, people were starting to run out of money.

Bruce Pierce was out on bail, and Aryan Nations had suspended members of the group after they found out about the printing press and that had been used to print phony cash.

A fun fact about the printing press, affixed to the side was a giant crucifix and a picture of Adolf Hitler.

Yeah, because that made it okay, you know, just in case there's any rules in the Bible against counterfeiting or rules in, you know, Nazi Germany about counterfeiting by hanging those up, you're good now.

You're between your religion and your second religion.

Yeah.

In need of quick cash, Bruce Pierce and Gary Yarborough robbed a small Washington bank and made away with $3,600.

And when Bob returned, there was some consternation over his lack of action on Bruce's arrest.

And Bob, in his own manipulative ways, handed over the stack of the stripped money to Bruce and told him he had robbed the bank for him.

But once again, they ran out of cash.

And finally, it was time to hit the Fred Meyer cash drops that they had staked out before.

The armored trucks, right?

Yeah, Yeah, armoured trucks, but they were smart.

They didn't hit the truck itself.

On the 16th of March, 1984, the organization, as it had come to be known, would rob Continental Armored Transport Vehicle, except they wouldn't be robbing the vehicle at all.

At around 2 p.m., just as George King navigated the Fred Meyer with several bags of money, his path was blocked by a young man who said, excuse me, sir.

and then slipped a gun out of his belt.

Suddenly, he was grabbed by another man from behind who would take his gun.

Matthews and Bruce Pierce forced the man onto the ground face down and quickly sprinted outside with Randy Dewey in tow into an awaiting car driven by Gary Yarbrough.

All in all, they stole $43,000 this time.

Each of the robbers was paid $7,000.

The next step, and arguably was probably pretty fucking grim, was obtaining fake IDs, which at the time was quite easy.

They patrolled graveyards and found tombstones for dead infants who would have been around around the same age as the imposter if they had have lived.

Oh, you mean British spy cops shit?

Yeah, yeah.

This is actually something a lot of spies do.

Like, even modern-day spies will, you know, either A, create an identity out of thin air or troll the obituaries for dead infants.

Yep.

They used these fake IDs to get driver's licenses.

fake social security cards and rent receipts which would aid them in renting safe houses and purchasing cars going forward.

There was also some new recruits at this time.

Andy Barnhill, a former member of the CSA, which we spoke about earlier, was a member of their heavy fire squadron and was attracted to Matthews' group because of the rumors passing through the underground of someone finally taking some action and the fact that Matthews was offering members of the group salaries and that they weren't freezing their tits off in the Ozark Mountains.

The tried and true recruitment tactic of, do you need health care?

Yeah, three hots and a cotton.

Enlistment bonuses.

Yeah.

And your group leader isn't going to try and fuck your wife.

When you get out and you do your normal contract, you can still get out and join the LAPD.

The other new recruit, more interestingly, was Robert Murky, who previously had a background, although unsuccessful in counterfeiting and was already on the lamb from the government after his counterfeiting ring had been found out the previous year and him and his wife were already living as fugitives.

It seems bad for an organization to blit in people who are already wanted by the feds.

Yeah, but you know, sometimes you need expertise, Joe.

You need someone who knows what they're doing.

Like, obviously, these guys were stupid enough to print on 50s.

Yeah, you need someone else who has failed at counterfeiting.

So it was David Lane who had recruited Murky.

Murky was already involved in the Christian identity movement and four years beforehand was like a relatively normal middle-class, you know, engineer with a good job and a family and instead like had accumulated debt, started counterfeiting money and is now on the lamb.

And they showed up to a potluck dinner that just happened to have Matthews and Lane there and they were impressed by Matthews' intensity.

By March 1984, David Lane showed up again with a wad of fake 50s they had printed at Aryan Nations.

Murky was not impressed and told Lane that any store clerk would be able to spot them a mile away.

When asked what they should do with them, Murky simply responded, burn them.

Then on the 1st of April, Matthews would make a mistake that would eventually lead to more attention.

He decided they all needed insurance.

I told you, it all comes back to affordable insurance.

To sort of the neo-Nazi SGLI.

My neo-Nazi terror group has a wonderful benefits package.

Matthews wanted to run his underground like a business in any way he could.

It was logical that he and his inner circle of age should have a key man policy before risking their lives.

Dan Stadmueller, an insurance broker, visited Matthews' farm and had been invited by Bob, which is strange because insurance brokers are used to selling this stuff to people, not being like, come buy life insurance.

Yeah, they had to find the one insurance broker, the one in all of the world who certainly would not be a far-right psycho, right?

That has to be hard to find.

That can't just be like every insurance broker.

Matthews escorted Stad Mueller to his mother's house where the agent described the basic whole life policy to Matthews, Pierce, Dewey, Yarbrough, and Power Mentor.

All of them decided on a $50,000 policy each, except for Matthews, who wanted two.

Stad Mueller took all the necessary information on each man.

On his first policy, Matthews named Zilla Craig as his beneficiary.

So he's going to leave it all to the mistress.

I like the idea like, oh, yeah, I don't need just regular life insurance.

I need the one that you have tabulated for far-right militants in the 90s for when the ATF comes through and murders me and my dog.

Something tells me that this would probably raise flags when it gets like when they, you know, adjudicate it, when it gets the adjusters, when the, what's it called, the actuaries, whatever, take a look at it.

Like, they're going to probably want subsequent, like, follow-up paperwork because that's pretty unusual.

I really do feel like that there'll be a lot of work for the adjudicators when it comes to this shit actually going through because they're like, okay, how did this guy die?

Bomb attack while fighting the FBI?

We're not going to reward that.

I tried to get a life insurance policy while I was still on active duty and they came back with an enormous monthly premium.

And I was like, why?

What's wrong?

And they're like, oh, it's because of your skydiving activities.

And I'm like, I'm a paratrooper on airborne status.

I'm not out running around fucking, you know, doing blue angel shit.

But anyway, doesn't golden knights, whatever they're called.

But yeah, like, that's the thing.

Like, little things like that are going to get you flagged up.

And it's like, I think someone asking for two life insurance policies and 50 grand at the time, it's a lot of money.

I mean, it's still a lot of money, but back then it was a, I mean, the median salary in the U.S.

was probably in like the $10,000 to $15,000 a year range.

Like, that's a ton of money.

And so they're going to be like, why does this guy want to?

Is he planning on dying anytime soon?

Maybe he just lied on his paperwork.

You know, like, you were very honest and said you're jumping out of planes and whatnot.

I highly doubt that, like, in the remarks, Colin are like, I am building bombs in the woods with my friends.

Nate, you kind of took the words out of my mouth because on the second policy, Matthews named William Pierce and a guy called, and this is a real name alert, John Ireland and leaders of the National Alliance as his beneficiaries.

Just laying out more evidence for people to net everybody together.

This is so incredibly fucking stupid.

But Joe, the next bit, which tipped Stad Mueller off that something was wrong is that Matthews paid for all of the policies in cash?

Yeah, they'll do it.

That seems shady to me.

Even for an insurance adjuster who is willing to do and fuck over a lot of people to get their commission, he's like, I feel like I probably got to tell the cops about this one.

He paid in cash.

The beneficiary for this policy is Dan Cooper.

The address is middle of the woods in Flight Path of DC10.

Like, the fuck.

Yeah, it's so stupid.

Why is it beneficiary of this one's last name, Hitler?

Literally, the four other men's insurance policies were issued because they said, like, I am a carpenter.

I make 15 grand a year.

I'm normal.

I'm giving all of the payout to my wife.

And Bob Matthews is like, no, I want my side chick to get all the money.

And I want William Pierce, author of the Turner Diaries, to get all the money.

My occupation is an urban gorilla.

I've actually, I've retrained as a cobbler since I spent so much time in shoes.

He said he worked in demographics, which was his little joke because he was like, oh, I work in demographics research.

Oh, God.

He would have a think tank these days.

I actually work for the Atlantic Council.

It's a bad idea for you to have listed Dr.

Gay Hitler as your beneficiary.

You don't understand.

That's my cousin, Stephen Hitler.

Oh, my God.

No, his name is his full name is Gabriel Hitler.

This is so stupid, man.

Like, it's just in there actually getting decently good at doing like crime shit.

They just, like, nerd takes over again.

This should just explain to you how fucking stupid the FBI, who normally is involved in bank robbery shit, and local cops are, that these guys are wildly outsmarting them at this point and getting away with this shit.

Meanwhile, they're chaining together all of the evidence necessary to nail them the fuck down.

Like, Joe, I have had to leave out so much detail about this because there are so many instances where, like, oh, the cops have just shown up at Area Nations because you were passing fake money.

You guys are shooting in the woods at night.

You are, like, in a minute about to be stopped by the police.

At any point, you could not do all this shit and get away with it.

It's really like, it's like Idris Elba is stinger bell in the wire being like, are you taking out a life insurance policy on a criminal fucking conspiracy?

Like, are you taking nuts on a criminal conspiracy?

No, no, no, no, that's the guy with the normal voice who says it.

This is Bob Matthews.

I usually, yes, I actually am.

I do want this money to go to Gay Hitler.

He supported me through a lot of dark times.

You know, if it weren't for the work of Gay Hitler, I might not even have been able to get it up with my side piece in Laramie, Wyoming.

You know what?

She gave me a lock of her hair, but I think it gave me performance anxiety.

I haven't been able to do it.

And she wants me to help her with Aladdin, but we keep having to read about undescended testicles.

And it makes me really fucking uncomfortable.

I'm just trying to get a raw nut.

I miss the warm embrace of my good friend Gabriel S.

Hitler.

I don't know what the S stands for.

Gay

gay is Hitler.

Super, Gabriel Super Hitler.

On April 3rd, Bruce Pierce would appear before the courts for the final time.

After talking with his lawyer, Pierce decided to plead guilty.

It was his first offense, and chances were good that he would just get probation.

But Judge Robert McNichols took note of Pierce's silence since the arrest and how he got the phony money and Pierce's ties to Aryan nations.

So McNichols sentenced Pierce to two years in prison.

Pierce was shocked, and he asked for three weeks to sort out his affairs.

And for some reason, the judge agreed.

He had no intention of returning.

Of course he didn't.

But...

The time had finally come for them to pull their big job.

This time, they would be robbing the bank truck itself.

And on the 23rd of April, the crew would plant a bomb underneath the seats of the embassy theater on the other side of Seattle, acting as a diversion for when the police would come.

They'd blow up the theater.

Luckily, no one was really hurt when it did explode, but it distracted the police.

They were hitting a bank transfer truck outside of a strip mall near Newport.

They had carefully tracked the route the truck would take and where they planned to hit it in between spots.

When it approached Bon Marché and parked nose first into the corner of a fire lane, they watched as one of the guards got out.

It was the same guy they had robbed before.

God, it sucks to be that guy.

What is the fucking odds?

Like, man,

you're not going to believe this shit.

I got robbed at gunpoint.

Thankfully, I can go back to my boring job, but that certainly will never happen to me again.

This is a really fucked up story.

There's the guy who like was the delivery driver who barely escaped the first World Trade Center bombing and then got a new job and then died in 9-11.

Like that's a real person.

You missed me the first time around.

Being the only guy who's like carrying the bags of cash to and from this place and he looks over.

He's like, wait a minute.

I know that very tiny but very muscular neo-Nazi.

That guy looks familiar.

You're just doing lomer on like Edward Norton.

It had been five weeks since the Fred Meyer robbery, and George King was already cautious and shaken up after the incident, but he didn't think he was about to be robbed again.

In a flash, the gang were on him, and Pierce said, you know the routine, George.

Give me your gun.

He remembered his name.

That's almost kind of adorable.

It's like a meat cute, but one of them is going to kill you.

By the time Pierce had reached George, Yarbrough pulled the van to the side of the truck, blocking the narrow drive.

Matthews jumped out and was pounding on the side of the truck.

The driver looked out and saw a tall young man, as Richie Kemp, holding a shotgun in one hand and a hand-lettered sign that said, get out or you die.

Just stay in the truck.

They forced the driver out of the cab and emptied the truck in a handful of minutes, telling the guards, there's a man in the lot with a machine gun.

Don't call the police.

By the time the police did arrive, the gang were gone, but not without incident.

About two hours later, a traffic cop clocked the gang in their transfer vehicles, with one of them going slightly over the speed limit doing a 74 and a 65.

the cop pulled over the cars kemp was in the driver's seat and not wanting to draw any attention richie played it cool knowing that the cash was stored in gary yarbrough's truck but once they got away tempers flared as bruce pierce headed towards bob bob had a problem with speeding up and then slowing down and Kemp was actually trying to catch up with him, Bob being in the lead car.

And it was the first instance of an emerging struggle within the group.

Pierce was like, What's your fucking problem?

Why, we said we were going to drive fast, you know, you fucking kept speeding up, like, we're going to get caught.

We all had guns on us, but the robbery had landed them $230,000 plus a couple thousand Canadian.

Man, that's like, that's like two extra dollars.

But the news reported the haul as half a million, but that included 300 grand in checks.

All in all, after the tithe, each member got 15 grand after 85 was set aside for group activities, and 40,000 was sent to Richard Butler.

God damn.

That's what he used to record Love My Way with.

I'm sorry.

Richard Butler is also the name of the lead singer of the psychedelic shirts.

Love my way.

I'm a pig.

If you're black or gay, Love My Way, I'm a pagan.

Polly's nice.

Sorry.

I had to do that.

But after leaving Newport, Matthews and Andy Barnhill went to Missoula flush with cash for a buying spree.

Top of their list was weapons.

At Brady's Sportsman Supply in Trump's Plaza, where Pierce used to.

Ironic.

Barnhill selected several items, including a new Smith Wesson 9mm semi-automatic pistol, Model 469.

When the clerk handed Barnhill a standard federal firearms form, he filled it out in his real name.

Yes.

Fuck yes.

These guys are so stupid.

Every opportunity that there has been to leave evidence behind, they have gone out of their way to do it.

Amazing.

Also, this is like back in the day when it was so easy to get fake IDs made and stuff and like there wasn't any of like the digital sort of like proofing technology.

It was so much easier to have an assumed name and get away with it.

And you have your name as like, yes, my name actually is John Smith or something like that.

Plenty of people in America name John Smith, but you're sitting here like, no, no, my name is Dick Nuts Aryan.

That's my legal name.

That's what they know me at.

I'm going to sign the form, give my mom's address, give my home address, give my tithe chick's address.

Like these guys aren't cut out for being criminals.

That's the thing that's really funny about it.

Like, I'm going to be honest with you.

I'm not cut out for being a criminal, but I know that about myself.

These guys, they think that they're full-on going to do like, you know, absolute masterminds.

They think they're going to be be D.B.

Cooper, but instead, they're like, no, what if D.B.

Cooper zipped his dick and balls together while trying to jump out of the plane and immediately got arrested because it hadn't taken off yet?

Like, dumb bitch ass Cooper.

Dumb bitch Cooper is such a crit.

Oh, my God.

Excuse me, sir.

I'm looking down at this paperwork you submitted at my gun store.

Are you saying your name is Gabriel S.

Hitler?

I'm sorry.

I'm going to be thinking about dumb bitch Cooper for so long.

But the reason Barnhill used his real name was because he hadn't been with the group long enough to be issued fake IDs.

He hadn't been with the group long enough to know not to give your real name while committing crimes.

Like, I cannot tell you how much Bob Matthews' like unending trust in people is his own downfall.

My real problem is I'm just too trustworthy.

I'm not dating to break up.

I'm dating to get married.

I'm a little bit of a perfectionist.

But I'm also a people person.

I think I'm ready to be hurt again.

It's just amazing to me.

The basicest of street smarts, these guys, they just don't have it.

And yet they're like, I'm going to do, like, pick a successful criminal.

Like, pick someone, like, eventually they all seem to get caught, but like, someone who actually was good at robbing banks, full-on, like, James gang shit.

But then again, the James gang betrayed each other over being racist.

So, you know what?

Maybe it fits.

Instead, they fell into the dumb bitch Cooper pipeline.

Yeah.

If the shoe fits, live inside it.

But it would be this mistake that would have the most consequences out of anything they have done this far.

Later that day, the men bought numerous weapons, including such exotic items as crossbows and throwing stars.

Several of the members also shopped around for computers that would allow them to link by modem with the computer network that the former Texas Klan leader Lewis Beam was establishing at Aryan Nations.

The Aryan Nations Liberty Net operated like a typical computer bulletin board.

It was a full menu of essays, notices, and listings of race enemies.

It included, for example, a list of locations such as the regional offices of the Anti-Defamation League, which racists believe wield great power and influence over American institutions.

The Liberty Net's message of greeting was, the Aryan nation's Liberty Net welcomes you.

This online computer bulletin board is for Aryan patriots only.

This is a pro-American, pro-white, anti-communist network of true believers who serve the one and only God, Jesus Christ.

Hail his victory.

I have read this as someone's bio on Twitter.

Also, like, this really, because I don't know if you guys ever used BBSs back in the day, but you like had to make long-distance phone calls to do them.

So, like, it's just extremely funny to imagine these guys just, like, they've got like a tandy 1,000 and they're getting on like 16-color racism BBS.

It's like the earliest incarnations of ASCII art, like, ASCII swastikas and shit.

Yeah.

That's exactly what it is.

Like, hey, isn't this clever?

I got it from my friend Gabe.

That's that's what they were they were using in radio shack with the counterfeit bills they were trying to buy computers actually they were trying to start area nations archive of our own

calling best buy's geek squad to come fix your nazi internet

but after this they would bomb a synagogue in boise this is quite funny because the charge in the bomb wasn't big enough and they went crawled into the crawl space to plant it and when it exploded it barely like buckled the floors Everybody in there for like temple or whatever.

Like, did you hear that?

I love the idea that some

of the things the air.

The Aryan commando squad is going here to fucking bring the fight to the enemy, and they wind up doing less damage than an infestation of raccoons.

The raccoons simply are racist enough, that's the problem.

Yeah, this is unfortunately where the jokes end because

this is the point where the group will finally kill someone.

Walter West was a member of Aryan Nations and had separated from his wife, was living off the camp and was hitting the bottle pretty hard.

West was also known as a bit of a motormout and was talking in local bars about Matthews and the group and all of their activities and where the money was coming from.

This had become quite a big problem.

So Matthews tasked Dewey, Tate, Kemp, and a new guy called Jimmy Dai, who is a Vietnam veteran with a metal plate in his head,

with,

you know, taking care of the problem.

And what they did was they lured Walter West out into the woods, saying his wife would like to speak to him, and they bet him to death with a sledgehammer.

Oh, so you're saying the first person they killed was another neo-Nazi?

Yep.

I'm fine with this.

They hit him in the head with a sledgehammer and assumed he was dead, but he started groaning.

So then they shot him like point blank with a rifle on the ground and his like head exploded in accounts like jimmy die is reported as saying like because he had served in vietnam it didn't bother him at all but all of the rest of them were absolutely disgusted they all went full himler on seeing someone uh actually killed in front of them they got all sick like oh look

the supermen who want to do all this violence actually see it and they're like oh my tummy hurts

i mean at least they killed one of their own yeah i mean it's hard to feel sympathy but it's yeah yeah, it's bad.

If the neo-Nazis are going to kill anybody, the best case scenario is other neo-Nazis.

Or themselves.

Like I said, or themselves.

And that's the same thing.

You know,

taking the Hitler way out.

Say what you're about Hitler, but he killed Hitler.

But there was one thing that their newfound money couldn't buy, and that was serious firepower.

I was going to say their ex-wives.

So

for that, they went to visit Randall Rader, who used to be the head of training and firearms for the Covenant Sword and the Arm of the Lord.

Like I had said earlier, there was a big split in the CSA.

Randall Rader had become disenfranchised and disillusioned with the movement, but he was still their top gunsmith and worked with the best top gunsmiths in untraceable guns, explosives, and everything you could dream of.

From Raider, they bought three pounds of C4, multiple pistols, and also a.45 caliber fully automatic modified MAC 10.

That's kind of sick.

Yeah.

Not going to lie.

Unfortunately, they will use that MAC 10 to commit their most brutal act to date.

And that is where we will pick up on the final part of our series on the Order.

Fellas, how are you feeling?

I still hate these guys.

I mean, they're horrible, horrible, horrible dorks.

They're objectively funny because, kind of like I said before, the fact that they made it this far tells me how insanely, I mean, we all know how incompetent law enforcement is whenever they should be doing their jobs, they just don't, whether it be nowadays, of course, this group would just be like full of cops, but not in the infiltrated way and the cops are just neo-Nazi terrorist way.

And this time around, just the FBI who would absolutely be investigating these guys and local cops, just like, yo, we can't possibly find these people who are just leaving evidence everywhere they go, like little breadcrumbs, quite literally.

Can't possibly find them out before they start actually dropping people.

Everybody in the story is just so fucking stupid.

Everyone.

Yeah.

Like, it is such a measure of like moronic behavior.

And it was funny.

Someone messaged me when episode two came out and asked about like, oh, you know, what's the timeline going to be?

Like, the next episode takes, like, we have covered a lot of years in three episodes.

The next episode covers essentially like a handful of months and probably one of the most gruesome things that they're going to do.

This entire terror group is very oaf coded.

Yes.

But like normally we think of oaves as being like giant friendly people, but there's oaf can also be chaotic evil.

It's not too far from being an orc or an ogre.

Maybe they're more an ogre.

Maybe

this is ogre pill.

They're ogre maxing.

They got their lower tusks are coming up up to their nose.

Yeah, all these guys are dumb bitch cooper.

Yeah.

I mean, the thing about it is that, like, I grew up around some people, especially when I worked in like shitty jobs who had similar beliefs to these people and would have been, you know, susceptible to this kind of thing.

But I mean, where I'm from and where Joe's from, like, your pathway to crime was like selling weed and selling meth and shit like that.

And like, most people topped out pretty quickly because they realized like the further into that line of work you get, the more you encounter with people who don't have a problem fucking killing you.

And I think the thing is, is that with these guys, it's just, it's very strange, like you're saying, yeah, that they were able to make so many dumb mistakes that like would get you locked up so quickly now.

And it took this long.

But also, yeah, I think, I mean, obviously the world was different.

Like the communication surveillance was different.

The cops didn't really care.

Like white people acting goofy and shady was normal.

Like they, they, whatever.

But it's just one of these things where you realize like so many people could have been spared problems if these guys had been caught earlier because they've been doing illegal shit for so long.

I mean, flat out, like doing the kind of stuff that like, you know, fucking the like

the SLA or what is it, the, the weathermen, or, like, so many things.

Like, people got put away for like 40 years for this shit.

And these guys did it twice, got away with it, more or less.

The thing with it so far is that, like, they have gotten away with it because no one was paying attention.

Like, in all the bank robberies, they got away clean because they swapped cars, etc.

No one was paying attention.

Even the counterfeiting, they didn't, like, put it together.

Like, that ends with this episode.

Yeah, yeah.

Well, also, like, CCTV and license plate scanners weren't the thing, and they are now.

So, you know, like, you got criminal stuff to be better.

You know, the boomers had it so easy.

Yeah, man, I'm doing good.

This is, I feel, like, you've done a really good job researching this, and this has been, it's been interesting, but it's also weird, I think, because I spent some time living in this part of America, so did Joe.

And so it's just like, I can envision so much of this, like, all the mental images of these places come to mind immediately.

And it's just like, it's odd being so far removed from it, but also thinking about like, you know, growing up when you're a little kid and you remember like the cars from this era were still around, you know, shit like that.

Like, when these guys die, like, at the end, I know the base, basic lines of this, like, I was like a couple of months old, you know what I mean?

So, it's not that long ago, but like, growing up, like, you know, the kind of feel of it.

I'm just thinking about like that world that I remember as a little kid and, like, oh, yeah, and these guys were running around fucking massacring people, you know, doing bank robberies because they wanted to fucking, you know, advance the Nazi agenda.

It's crazy.

It's just

like a lot of our Pacific Northwest fans have left us comments and said, yep.

Yeah.

Yep.

Sounds about right.

But that's a podcast, I believe.

That is a podcast.

Nate, you host another podcast.

I host Beneath Skin, the show about the history of everything told you, history of tattooing.

I am the executive producer, producer, co-host, some sort of job involving the shows What a Hell of Wait to Dad, Trash Future, Kill James Bond, and No Gods, No Mayors.

So any one of those, listen to them.

They're fun.

They're good shows, I promise.

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Maybe keep it to yourself and don't hurt our feelings.

Yeah, we're sensitive.

Yes.

And until next time, always use a fake name and hit it wrong.

Sometimes I'm dumb bitch Cooper, but sometimes I'm depressed boy Cooper, so you can't be mean about my podcasts.

Would you like my seed?

Fuck.