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‘Going Full Outlaw’
An Interview with a Biker on the Run


It doesn't get any more manly than Luther.

I prospected with the Hell’s Angels in [state deleted]. Was riding with my sponsor when some fucking immigrant driving a bread truck ran him over and killed him. That meant I had to die. You can’t let you sponsor get greased. I moved, obviously and began doing work for [Motor Cycle Club deleted, he said this as he tapped his club ring] as a contractor—suited me. I routinely drove across the entire country on lone jobs.

When I got out of the [military service deleted] I got into some trouble for punching out my cunt [relationship of woman deleted] Jew [relationship deleted]. The fucker trashed the suspension and transmission on my truck. U.S. Marshalls picked me up as a favor. They threw me in the back of that paddy wagon and that fucking pig—who was a dick-sucking Jew faggot—rode up on curbs, over medians, rocked that fucking thing all he could while I threatened his pig life. But I’m not Freddie Fucking Grey! My neck held up fine. I’m in the shower one day and the nigger gang sends in some big fucker with a screw driver, says he has to look up my ass, that I’ve got a bag of diamonds or something up my ass. And I’m like, “No, you are not looking up my ass!” I say this over and over again as this fucker tries to pump himself up for my shanking—the fucking guards let him come at me with that screw driver. Well, he eventually went away.

I lose my fucking house when I’m in and I come out and need to make ends meet—so fuck this rotten world. I make ends meet with my skills. I was boosting catalytic converters down town around University of [deleted] Medical Center. The fucking pigs were on to me but they never caught me. I stripped the guts out of one truck while this fucking pig was driving by—laying under that job with my boots in the gutter while this fucking pig scans with his flash light. I used to do it right on the parking lot of the hospital. One cop thought he had me and I fuckin’ laid in my car for two hours until he needed a fucking doughnut, brother.

I fought for this system and then it shits on me—every pig and kike and nigger in the courts, and prison, and jail. Fucking [municipality deleted] lockup, I’m in ankle and wrist chains, hobbled like a hog, this fucking gay nigger guard feeling my dick and balls and asshole up—let me tell you, it wasn’t pleasant! And those two niggers that got busted for the hotel double murder, they fucking walk on their own recog, not even hobbled, and I’m treated like fucking King Kong because I’m a white man that handles his business. It was a simple parole violation.

I have severe PTSD for which there is no cure. The pot keeps it under wraps just enough so I don’t go full outlaw and pay this bitch [system] back. I skidded on an oil slick at [name of crossroads deleted] and the fucking cunt in the car calls the cops on me because I dinged her bumper with my bike laying it down and since I’m on parole—in the fucking system, brother—I have to get taken in and piss-tested, and I’m fucking treated like an animal while those nigger murders walk—they’ll be in Brazil before the trial, bank on fucking that!

So what do I do?

I have a nigger PO [parole officer] giving me shit every three days, a guard stroking my ass like he wants to blow me and every fucking pig on the road can’t wait to pinch me for blowing a single spark. I see no choice but to go full outlaw. I’ve been to prison twice and I’m not going again. This fucking system had to come looking for me after I served it to make me an enemy—well guess what, they made a fucking enemy.

As for my opinion of outlaw bikers, I’ve been one, I may be contracting for [MC deleted] again, but my general observation is they can’t fight and most of them are posers and pussies that need to outsource or bring in men like me to handle their hard business. As combatants, they’re better than niggers, but poor at best. In my military estimation [8 years in uniform in the Middle East, and a few contracting tours in [deleted], from a previous interview] they’re soft targets with a long reach, which leaves work for a man like me.

A truly hope you’re not a fucking snitch. I won’t be having a beer with you at a bar again and I’m done with his fucking communist State of Jersey, with its pigs, kikes and niggers running me around. Take care of your self-brother—remember to drink two liters of water every morning. You sound parched.

I’ll be in touch, but not in this place.

-Luther

Hell’s Angels - Sympathy for the Devil (Myth20c - Ep69)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nF3N8oZx08E

Under the God of Things

https://www.amazon.com/Under-God-Things-Soul-Eating-Civilization/dp/1537457330/ref=sr_1_8?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1472995457&sr=1-8&keywords=james+lafond

Masculine Axis: A Meditation on Manhood and Heroism

https://www.amazon.com/Masculine-Axis-Meditation-Manhood-Heroism/dp/1976016479/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1505657109&sr=1-1

Add Comment
BobMay 25, 2018 12:29 AM UTC

Poor bastard. Blood will flow is what I'm reading.
PRMay 24, 2018 11:51 PM UTC

We'll pray for you, brother! How about going to AK? THat's as solid a place to hide out as there is.
Sam J.May 24, 2018 11:37 AM UTC

I keep hearing that bikers in gangs can't fight in these threads. Maybe that's why they join gangs. They get a few good fighters in the group to bring out every now and then when there's a single guy to clean up but the rest of the time they fight like Niggers and gang up.