Paul
Ross Evans
by Paul Ross Evans
Paul
Ross Evans
Eventually, I'd had enough.
Days were spent at the local library reading countless books and accessing the Internet. There is a lot of knowledge out there, just floating around, and if you are courageous enough to obtain it, you can possess the might to torment those who are your enemies.
Who are your enemies? The United States government.
Their face is hidden in the agendas of every political interest they protect
from men like me:
• abortion on demand
• the homosexual agenda
• urban moral neutrality (spreading
to the suburbs soon)
• the occult
• pornography
and many others.
It's the reason they have caged me. I attempted to kill many. I followed through with many actions that I hoped would either terrorize and coerce others to change their ways ... or halt their actions through death. Through many circumstances, (some over which I had control, others that I did not), no one was harmed. I am caged now because of potential, and because of opinion.
The following is a detailed description of how I came to embark on these endeavors, and an examination of the ups and downs to each of these scenarios. Though I began with no money, and little or no knowledge of strategic warfare, I feel that I successfully challenged an evil government and those who oppress children and Christians in this nation.
I had a lot of little projects going on. When I was younger, and adhered for a time to the stoned 1990s generation's logic of laziness, I hated anything remotely related to work. This fact is curious, because I started working at age fourteen. But somehow, something invaded my ethics. This logic of laziness landed me in the state prison; there I rediscovered my work ethic and the joys of working hard and keeping busy.
When I was back out and a free man, I stayed busy with work. Many little projects. I kept the lawn precisely, built and mended fences, built tattoo machines, tattooed and painted, assembled and disassembled electronics, and took part in anything that occupied my time.
I was a convicted felon, and had major trouble finding employment. In one month I applied for 60 jobs without receiving even a single returned phone call. I fled to the library. I read any book that remotely interested me several times over.
One day, like a thunderbolt out of the sky, I experienced several prolonged moments of keen clarity. I realized that I lived in the midst of a cesspool of moral decay and degeneration. I began to realize that, although I was responsible for my past mistakes, the modernism and moral neutrality that are currently so prevalent in our once Christian nation had set me up to fail from the beginning. I wasn't such a failure, as the state prison system had taught me. I was confused as I saw things that I knew were wrong being called right. I was confused at having a big heart, and having it crushed in a nation where feelings, sentiment, and morals were no longer allowed. I was disgusted with mass media and how they made us all to feel that there is no hope — through news broadcasts filled with chaos — and followed with the false hope of "liberal peace." I was disgusted with the "modern" MTV culture that had made me feel indifferent for so many years, easing my mind to acceptance of sexual promiscuity, drug experimentation, drinking, committing crimes, and the like. I was also very angry that I had been caged for three years of my life and exposed to elements of society that I hadn't known existed. I was insulted by society's expectation that, after three years in such a horror house, I would go back and become an obedient and morally neutral follower.
In my younger years, I learned about the men and women who founded this country — Christians who fought violently against tyranny and oppression to establish and maintain a Christian nation. What had gone wrong? What had become of this seat of government over the years? I began to read, to research, to inform myself. At first this was difficult. Liberalism, and the New American Socialist Empire (NASE) attempted at every turn to keep me from learning the truth.
But my eyes had begun to open, and I pressed on
to learn the truth. In time, I assembled a hypothesis. In order
to maintain power, establish control over the masses, and leave the citizenry
weak enough to be easily subjugated, the rulers of America must accomplish,
at all costs, two primary goals:
1. Disassemble any value
system that would deem their authority illegitimate, evil, and in need
of termination. (Or, failing that, to water it down to the point
that it no longer has any real meaning)
2. Maintain numbers through
population control
In time, I located sub-categories that functioned as a family to further the two primary goals. I also began to see how each of those two main goals worked to complement the other. All of this work collectively secures power at the highest level. Over the course of many hours of research I discovered offending parties in abundance. (I had already been aware of most of them.) I grouped each of these according to which of the two main goals it most worked to further.
The occult, primarily Satanism, and other heathen "religions" work to undermine and replace the codes of Christianity with their primitive and barbaric ideologies. These corrode Christian morals and ethics, which teach that the things the American government currently enables are wrong, and so it is easy to see why the American government would wish to promote these occult beliefs — they directly challenge its main enemy, Christianity. These "religions" also work to cultivate a mind that questions the black-and-white moral life upon which America was founded, and instead to encourage belief in a dangerous moral gray area, which spreads at a cancerous rate throughout society. The stoned hippie in California, the flesh-peddling and money-worshipping pimp in an MTV or BET video, the promiscuous characters of the modern anglo teen drama, and the slouchy skateboarder in Anywhere, U. S. A., are all examples of what America uses to push moral neutrality on its citizenry. On all of these avenues, Americans are impartial and subjugated, exactly as "the top echelon" needs them to be.
After an American youth has listened long enough to a song telling him that it is all right to do drugs, sooner or later he is going to do drugs. God forbid anyone mention banning this type of behavior! "We must be free to express ourselves at all costs," no matter what behaviors are encouraged by such free expression. On the flip side, teens help to fill the prison money machine when they inevitably use drugs.
Pornography works in this way as well. (For more on that topic, please see my article Identifying Atypical Fragmentation Involved in Modern Pornographic Idolatry at http://www.armyofgod.com/POCPaulRossEvansArticle2.html ) In today's society, we are not under any set of morals; it is morally acceptable to engage in any sexual act with anyone. After all, if a woman becomes pregnant, she has the option to abort.
Abortion and homosexual practices tend to reduce the size of the population. It is not difficult to see how the enemy can benefit from drastically reducing the number of subjects under their control. Their two aims — first, to strategically disassemble any set of values that would deem their New American Socialist Empire to be evil, and second, to reduce the size of the population — complement each other in many ways. The merging of how they work together are endless, as are the enemies of Christianity and of its future.
As I began to contemplate taking action, I had a lot of free time on my hands. During the days, I searched for employment, cleaned house, washed dishes, cleaned laundry, groomed the yard expertly ... and read a great deal. I visited our local public library frequently, spending days there, reading, checking out books, and accessing the Internet. At home I browsed the Internet as well.
During this period of intense research I was driven by a great inquisitiveness. I encountered numerous organizations which either directly threatened the future of Christendom, or violently killed innocent children. I grouped these various organizations into categories, and began to realistically contemplate targeting one or several of them with terrorism.
I began to be consumed with an overwhelming motivation
to attack specific entities with mail bombs. Through the use of mail
bombs, I desired to accomplish several objectives:
1. to generate media attention
toward Christianity's dissatisfaction with the offending parties
2. to display Christianity's
initiative to fight for the lives of the innocent
3. to coerce the government
of the United States to renounce its present agenda — as unveiled as it
is — in abandoning Christianity as its
predominant moral influence
4. to confound the agents and
employees of the United States government
5. to kill those targeted
Determined to keep any collateral damage to a bare minimum, I chose my targets scrupulously. As I compiled a list of potential targets, I focused only on those having addresses such that minimum numbers of non-targeted individuals, especially children, would be anywhere nearby. Targets who stood out from the rest and seemed to beg for retribution were those who generated disgrace toward the morally upright, and those who operated with flamboyance, arrogance, and smugness.
At the time, I possessed very little knowledge concerning the improvised construction of explosives, improvised incendiary powder mixes, and various triggering mechanisms (especially for mail bomb devices). I did, however, have a basic knowledge of chemistry, and had even created some small explosive devices in my mischievous late teen years.
I also had little or no money, and lacked the resources necessary to obtain high-explosive materials. I became partial to the disconnection of mail bombs, in that, I felt that I could operate for long periods of time, gain some ground, and generally aggravate adversaries, all the while avoiding detection. I also desired to confound and irritate federal agents for a prolonged period of time.
I made several purchases at local hardware and retail grocery stores. I ferociously researched the Internet, and experimented with various items. I began to comprehend and fashion a basic design for an essential loop switch anti-tamper mail bomb detonation system. My design was rudimentary, but efficient.
From there, I threw myself into a crash course to learn many different chemical recipes for improvised incendiary powder mixes, their ingredient ratios, and how to purchase or otherwise obtain the materials needed to construct them. I was continually drawn toward using potassium-based oxidizers, which could be mixed with different fuels. Then, at this point, I began to research secondary propellants and how gas and liquid propellants and explosives would perform with incendiary pipe bombs of a large scale.
I figured that it would be best to experiment on live targets. My "figuring" concerning this was not merely an educated guess. The United States government will use any means necessary to get their man in these cases ... using not only legal means, but also those that are illegal under their own laws.
If the bombs failed to detonate — whether I killed, maimed, frightened, or if the bomb did not detonate or merely "smoked" a great deal — it was extremely evident to me that the United States government would jail me for decades. Their present liberal-based laws cater to these types of offenses, and the media machine would convict me long before I would be brought to trial. This can clearly be seen from the length of my present sentence, even though no one was killed by any of my explosive devices. The current "finality" of my present incarceration is in itself a statement by the United States government that any disturbance of the venues it protects will not be tolerated by it in any shape or form.
So I created a device, my first. As I mentioned before, when I was young I had created some explosive devices, most of which were used to destroy mailboxes. But this was the first time that I had designed an explosive device for the purpose of killing a human being — for any reason, much less to further moral, religious, or political views. I purchased a plain cardboard box and loaded it down with my first design.
Many thoughts swam through my mind that day, but the conviction to act out against The Enemy was overpowering. The truth of the matter is that I loved this work. My times of bomb making were to me times when I felt that I was doing what I had been born to do — to be a thorn in the side of the Evil One. I felt that something had to be done to slow the progressive decay of this country, and its leniency in dealing with the occult, pornographers, and abortion on demand.
My first target was the First Church of Satan in San Francisco, California. Initially, I debated sending the device to Radio City Music Hall. But after more research (being from the South, I didn't know much about New York) I discovered that events were held at Radio City Music Hall commonly, and that it was often frequented by children and other people that I did not wish to target. So I chose another P. O. Box in San Francisco, in the hope that the recipient would take the package back into "the belly of the beast," an office building housing only Satanists.
I wrote the address as it was listed on the "Church" 's website, a P. O. Box, and addressed it "care of Blanche Barton," a member of Anton LaVey's immediate family. As a return address, I wrote "The Temple of Set," which is the name of yet another Satanist organization operating in the United States.
I wired the initial charge, set to detonate upon opening through my loop switch detonator, and as a safety precaution I left a customary "safe/arm" component in order to make the bomb "dead" until moments before I sealed the box and mailed it.
I had business to attend to fifteen miles away in a neighboring town, and I placed the bomb on the passenger's seat and departed. After I had attended the meeting planned for that morning, I drove to the post office and bought a book of stamps. The post office was very crowded, and I needed privacy to arm the explosive and seal the box. There was a gas station across the street, so I drove over to it.
I noticed that the stamps were the sort that need to be moistened before sticking to a surface. I was not about to lick them and leave my DNA on them, not after I had taken such care to wear gloves during construction of the bomb, and to keep the box free of any hair or fibers. So, I went into the gas station and bought a bottle of water. I held the stamps outside of the (ajar) car door, and poured the bottled water over the back of them. Finally, I was able to attach them to the box. I armed the bomb while sitting in the car, using the safe/arm switch, and sealed the box using a large amount of packing tape, while wearing gloves. I then wiped the outside of the package down one more time, to make sure that I hadn't accidentally left any partial fingerprints.
I drove back across the street to the post office, and put on a hooded sweatshirt. Lowering the sleeves to cover my fingers, I picked up the box with an awkward grip and marched into the post office. I mailed the bomb in a drop box and left.
In the following weeks I paid close attention to the media, via the Internet, especially in the San Francisco area.
As I had mailed the package, I had noticed a sign on the drop box which said that packages weighing more than a certain amount could only be mailed in person at a postal counter. I hadn't done that, obviously. I knew that the package would be delivered anyway. I had used an excessive amount of postage. But no news came from the west coast about the bombing. It was as if nothing had ever happened. I became frustrated by the silence, and so I continued to learn more about explosives by reading. I already had a fully functioning hit list. I knew that I could learn from any mistakes in my bombings by monitoring the media. Through trial and error, through hit and miss, eventually I would kill. Whenever I had time alone, I spent it researching future targets and learning more about bomb making.
During this time, I located permanent employment and new housing. I also made some bomb making purchases, and acquired more chemicals and equipment.
At this time I composed two threatening letters. I sent one to an abortionist in Beverly Hills, an Abraham something-or-other, who murdered children for a living. I told him that he was an easy target, and that, just as easily as he had opened the letter, in security, I could have blown him up with an improvised explosive device. I told him that "The Right" would no longer tolerate such filth in society, and to "watch out." I sent another threatening letter to a pornographer in California, one Robert Zicari, who was in hot water because his pornography company had been distributing videos depicting pseudo-rapes and extreme sadism. I made both letters extremely intimidating , threatening their lives with mail bombs and mocking the smugness they operated in. "Look how easily I could have killed you, moron," I wrote to them.
One day, as I was walking downtown near the capitol building in Austin, smoking cigarettes and drinking espressos, I stumbled upon a tangled ball of human hair of all colors. I picked it up and put it inside the cellophane wrapper of my cigarettes. I included bits of this hair in the letters in order to "throw off" agents working for the regime in Washington.
A few weeks later, I found out about Michael Newdow. Mr. Newdow is an atheist in California who has continued to pester and threaten Christendom in many ways, ranging from objecting to Christian evangelist Franklin Graham giving the invocation at President Bush's 2001 inauguration, to being plaintiff in a lawsuit to remove the words "under God" from the Pledge of Allegiance (Elk Grove Unified School District v. Newdow, which was eventually heard before the U. S. Supreme Court in June, 2004, and dismissed on procedural grounds). I felt that Mr. Newdow was an extremely important target, not only because of what he did, but also because of the arrogance in which he operated. But the more research I did on him, the more I learned about his personal life, and his daily activities. He had children who were often with him. I could not risk hurting his children, so I chose to intimidate and shake him up a little bit by mailing him an inactive bomb.
I assembled the components, leaving out the essential piece — the power source — and secured it all inside of another cardboard mailing box. I also included a bag of pure potassium chlorate, which is primarily used as a component in bombs and pyrotechnical devices, and is not exactly something that one can purchase just anywhere. I did so to send a message to FBI and ATF agents that I knew what I was doing, that I could have killed Mr. Newdow, but had chosen not to.
As it happened, Mr. Newdow opened the package at a post office in California, in the presence of his daughter. The bomb squad was called, the post office was shut down for a time, trepidation caused, end of story, mission accomplished.
No one was hurt.
On that package, I believe the return address I used was that of a pornographic distributor in California, but truly I never expected the package to be opened by anyone other than Mr. Newdow. I knew that in his arrogance he would march right into the post office, and never suspect that someone might object to his actions. And that is what he did. This arrogance of his was the very thing I targeted. I aimed to strike out at the confidence in which these enemies operate; they never expect pacifist and plastic Christians to raise an objection. They are horribly mistaken about a certain segment of the Christian Right, however.
I hope that some of this man's smugness was altered. I believe that Mr. Newdow is simply a sad product of the confidence that this nation has generated publicly for years, encouraging society to act "any old way". Meanwhile, law enforcement officers are baffled as to why urban areas are overrun with drug use and violence.
But if Michael Newdow had not been a father, my bomb would have killed him that day. He knows this, and so do I. His daughter's presence saved his life, and he can thank her for that one day. He would have been eliminated that day, no question.
Meanwhile, back in Austin, I didn't know what had happened with this bomb, or any of them, for that matter. There was no mention of it in the news. The liberal media machine in California had silenced it. As weeks passed, I grew somewhat impatient.
I located two Satanists at this point. My primary target was a man named Bob Ferguson, (aka Bob McDonald). This fellow circulated literature instructing people as to how to raise children to be Satan worshippers. I also found information on the Internet about another Satanist (there is a superabundance of them) who was just as guilty as Ferguson of crimes against Christianity.
I created another mail bomb, using the same type of cardboard box and the same type of loop switch detonator. I had recently made an online purchase of some high quality pyrotechnic oxidizers. I had also begun to experiment with using light switches as detonators. I built most of this bomb while sitting in my car in a grocery store parking lot in downtown Austin, on the corner of Oltorf Street and South Congress Avenue. I drove up South Congress to the post office next to McDonald's, bought a book of stamps, and mailed the device to the Satanist. I found it rather amusing at the time that when I purchased the book of stamps from a machine inside the post office, the machine malfunctioned and gave me two books of stamps, one for free.
It was late March, and still I monitored the media. Nothing.
Weeks went by, and as April 19th approached, I planned a bombing to commemorate this notorious date of expression of dissatisfaction against the government of the United States. (Editor note: Timothy McVeigh and Terry Nichols bombed the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City on April 19, 1995.)
I wanted to target a sex shop located in downtown Austin. I chose "Sinsations," on South First Street, because of its name, and because it encouraged and profited from sexual promiscuity and perversion, marital infidelity, child molestation, murder, and rape. It also encouraged the degradation of women in many forms.
I was getting bolder in my forceful actions. The bombing at Sinsations was really simply an experiment. I was all alone in my endeavors, with little or no money. I used improvisation in the construction of each device. Each one cost about $100, and propellants and shrapnel were used in each one.
This was the first time I had made a timed detonator. I fashioned it from an alarm clock. The bomb itself was massive. I drove up to the car wash next door to Sinsations at sunset. I had been driving around the area for weeks. Wearing a hooded sweatshirt, I placed the bomb in a trash container outside the side door of the store. I had a feeling that some of the wiring had torn loose when I left it, because the trash can was empty when I placed the bomb in it. I waited for a while, and thought about setting the trash can on fire, or phoning in a bomb threat. It never exploded, and agents seem to think that it was eventually disposed of in an Austin landfill.
As April 18th arrived, I found myself behind the "XXX Megaplexxx" pornographic movie theater, on South I-35 in Austin. The massive IED that I placed near the corner of the building had a fuse detonator. I lit a cigarette, taking care to keep the butt free of any DNA, and attached it to the fuse. This was a tactic used by Special Forces in the Vietnam war. I hoped to cripple a corner of the building and to rain shrapnel on the cars parked beside it. It did not take, and as I walked back to my car, which I had parked a short distance up the road, a police officer passed by me close. It was very late at night, and upon reflection, I'm certain that had the bomb exploded, I would have been caught immediately.
The next day I returned, planning to light the fuse directly with a cigarette lighter and destroy the building, but when I got there, the bomb was gone. I saw the packaging, but it looked light, and had been moved. Agents later told me that they "think the bomb was stolen by the homeless living in that area" to make fires. That seems rather humorous, but at the time it didn't. My guess is as good as theirs. I was quite surprised to find the bomb disturbed as I approached that day to finish what I had started. Bic lighter in hand, I stood near the scene, frozen for a moment. I could only suspect that a night watchman had discovered the bomb and had called in agents, and that a team of them were now studying me from the nearby forest. I left the scene and spent a paranoid next few days wondering if I were being followed and kept under surveillance.
I was now left impatient. There continued to be no news from around the nation about any bombings on U. S. soil. I was eager for destruction — not out of some sadistic need to hurt others, but to hunt those who had persecuted Christianity for so long. I had struck out against many of them now, but I wanted an explosion to cripple them. I wanted someone to be crushed by it.
After two or three trips to the Austin Women's Health Clinic abortion mill, I was ready to act out against it violently. After purchasing bomb components from all around Texas, I manufactured an explosive device that agents later described as being powerful enough to "kill or injure anyone within a hundred foot radius." I placed it in front of the Austin Women's Health Clinic. A clinic employee tripped over it long after it should have detonated. Agents later told me that something inside that package had obstructed the wiring, causing the timer to stop three to five minutes before the inevitable massive explosion. Agents of the regime in Washington used a robot to tamper with the device and detonate it in the clinic's abandoned parking lot, after removing the accompanying charges of boosters, propellants, and shrapnel.
Although the abortionist and his evil minions slithered away from the bomb unscathed, I still consider my effort to bomb the Austin Women's Health Clinic abortion mill a success. The attention the bombing attempt generated, which I was able to monitor personally until I was arrested, was excellent in accomplishing several of my mission parameters. In weighing terrorist activity, death is not always the primary goal. The mill was closed for a time and children's lives were saved that day. Also, across America and even internationally, many people looked to Austin that day and saw that America's Far Right is still very much alive and well, and far from surrendering Christianity's stronghold in America.
I was still very much experimenting. Eventually, I would have killed people. I was a one man army, and instead of experimenting on trees in the woods, I experimented on those I despised. It doesn't reflect my deficiency as a bomb maker, it just reflects what one may encounter as a lone bomb maker while learning and cultivating himself, as a process. As well, I didn't live alone in a shack in the woods.
After I had been arrested and had viewed the monster of the case the federal government had stacked against me, I considered accepting a plea agreement. I disclosed information leading agents to the two missing mail bombs, and I admitted that I was the individual responsible for targeting Michael Newdow. After a point, I realized that the two other mail bombs hadn't reached their targets. When a package is returned, it ends up in a postal recovery center, and after ninety days it is opened by postal workers. I wanted to kill Satanists, not postal workers, so I led agents to the mail bombs. They carefully defused the devices, which would have killed anyone who opened them.
I am caged in a federal prison for forty years, with an out date of 2042. Certainly I am left perturbed and angry that, although no one was hurt, I am nevertheless caged for decades for acts that were merely attempted. I feel that this is evidence, more so than many cases, that the government will go to any length to jail those who even attempt to strike against liberal venues.
I feel that the length of my sentence is excessive, but I do not regret any of my actions in the least. I simply feel that people who still live in the fantasy world of believing that they are "living in a free country" should look at my case and wake up.
If I spoke of any regret, it would be in the mention of the regret I feel toward the fact that I did not get to finish what I started.
I am not of the opinion that Roe v. Wade will ever be reversed by legal action. I targeted Washington's agents merely because they protect those I abhor. What I intended to attempt, (and actually started) was not any sort of putsch.
I felt, and I still feel, that if abortion mills and other anti-Christian venues are targeted with enough terrorism, eventually the United States government will abandon its protection of them. When the attacks start to eat into Washington's budget (money is Washington's heart), they will step away from protecting the abortionist. It will become pointless to them, and they will look to other means of population control in order to accomplish their goal of subjugation.
Alone, what I was beginning to attempt was the
cultivation of my own three main objectives in this conflict, which, in
themselves, are very cause-and-effect:
1.To put pressure on abortionists
and their staff through the use of a wide variety of terrorist acts, primarily
through murder-by-explosive
2.To cause the government to
abandon its protection of the abortion industry
3.When #2 objective is accomplished,
to kill all abortionists and their staff
Once the money (which is very important to Washington) is being spent in excess to protect the abortion industry to the point where it becomes a burden, the government will abandon them, just as it has abandoned us for liberal money and socialist coin.
I planned an organized strike that could be done alone, after I had obtained a certain amount of the cash needed to finance such ventures. Some would consider targeting all clinics in the South, driving the enemy's operations north toward Canada. Others would consider starting in the North and driving the enemy south toward Mexico.
I had an entirely different idea altogether.
Terrorism, as a means to obtain a particular goal, is the instituting of
violence in order to confuse, disturb, and addle, filling the targets and
their enablers and protectors with nervous apprehension and horror.
The North-to-South/South-to-North approach is too predictable to really
work. The enemy could ensnare the perpetrators of such acts:
Jeremiah 18 (KJV)
22 Let a cry be heard
from their houses, when thou shalt bring a troop suddenly upon them: for
they have digged a pit to take me, and hid snares for my feet.
But to cause confusion is a key tool in instituting
fear in enemy agents and the general public. Solely targeting the
abortion industry, I planned to use the following tactics:
1. Three in a row in California
on foot (clinics) in San Diego, San Francisco, and Los Angeles
2. Three in a row on the East
Coast, in Providence, RI, Boston, MA, and New York, NY
3. Drive to Little Rock, Arkansas
and mail four separate devices in a cross pattern to Cedar Rapids, IA,
San Antonio, TX, Miami, FL, and Louisville, KY
4. A single large scale explosion
in Washington, DC, at a downtown abortion mill
5. Drive to Phoenix, AZ, and
distribute several threatening letters in the mail to Kansas City, Chicago,
Portland, and Las Vegas
In future acts I considered several tactics, including dispensing raw meat and animal blood on abortion mill property, in order to draw scavenging animals (primarily vultures) and producing foul smells on the property; using fake mail bombs, (as many as I could purchase the components for); butyric acid attacks, and using manure on property. Arson would be another avenue. I think it's important to draw attention to the death these places cause. Many of these mills are hidden in name and location.
With the accomplishing of these actions to irritate the abortionist (accompanied by actual bombings and death), the media will spread the information like wildfire. I believe that, on a large scale, Washington would abandon its effort to protect the abortionist. After a time, all abortionists could be murdered, and we as Christians could attempt to co-exist with Washington's evil empire.
The accomplishing of this type of task would deter
other liberal acts as well (or at least put them on guard), as it displays
what the (Far) Right is capable of, modernly. Once certain elements
"go underground" again, as they once were, it will be easier for the Christian
in modern society to gain ground. After all, human nature will always
produce such evil on the earth, where the Evil One has control and power.
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Paul Ross Evans arrested on April 27, 2007 AD as a
suspect after an explosive device was found at the Austin Women's
Health Center abortion mill, located at 1902 S. Interstate 35, north of
Oltorf Street. The makeshift bomb contained two pounds (910 grams) of nails.
Mr. Evans was charged with use of weapons of mass
destruction, manufacture of explosive material and violating freedom of
access to clinic entrances.
Paul Ross Evans sentenced to 40 years in federal prison.
Projected Release date 03-02-2042
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