Planarian Nations

We must secure the existence of our people
and a future for Planarian Children.


The Planarian Race is under assault. Miscegenation, crime, and official persecution have thinned our ranks.

It is time to take a stand. Do we cower under leaves while our heritage and way of life are attacked? Or do we return blow for blow, blood for blood, and regenerating limb for limb?

A week or two ago I fell into conversation with a constituent, a middle-aged, quite ordinary working planarian employed in one of our nationalised industries.

After a sentence or two about the weather, he suddenly said: "If I had the money to go, I wouldn't stay in this country." I made some deprecatory reply to the effect that even this government wouldn't last for ever; but he took no notice, and continued: "I have three children, all of them been through grammar school and two of them married now, with family. I shan't be satisfied till I have seen them all settled overseas. In this country in 15 or 20 years the annelids will have the whip hand over the planarian."

I can already hear the chorus of execration. How dare I say such a horrible thing? How dare I stir up trouble and inflame feelings by repeating such a conversation?

The answer is that I do not have the right not to do so. Here is a decent, ordinary fellow Englishman, who in broad daylight in my own town says to me, his Member of Parliament, that his country will not be worth living in for his children.

I simply do not have the right to shrug my shoulders and think about something else. What he is saying, thousands and hundreds of thousands are saying and thinking - not throughout the land, perhaps, but in the areas that are already undergoing the total transformation to which there is no parallel in a thousand years of flatworm history.

In 15 or 20 years, on present trends, there will be in this country three and a half million annelids, nematodes and their descendants. That is not my figure. That is the official figure given to parliament by the spokesman of the Registrar General's Office.

Our entire way of life is at risk. Annelid domination has afflicted our business, schools and society. Annelids, who generally score 1.2 points lower than planarians on IQ tests (a 2.8 average instead of our planarian 4.0) and who live in squalor, commit violence against planarians at seven times the rate planarians commit violence against one another. Such a tiny minority, with such a huge impact!

The planarian is the chosen race, which has inherited from the great flatworm in the sky a purity of character, god-like intelligence and the divine ability to create and invent where annelids contribute nothing. The planarian and the annelid are opposite poles of the spectrum of intelligence, strength and moral character.

We are the master race of flatworms.

Our holy duty is to crush the annelid and its empowering shyster, the nematode. Together they have blighted planarian civilization and taken it from the most advanced in our shallow streams, standing pools and roots wells, and converted it into a ruin and shadow of its former self.

At this point the reader is perhaps asking himself why this organization was ever undertaken. The answer is: the dangerous delusion created by viewing world affairs solely from the angle of politics. The late war has taught many lessons as to the unstable and transitory character of even the most imposing political phenomena, while a better reading of history must bring home the truth that the basic factor in worm affairs is not politics, but race.

The reader has already encountered this fundamental truth on every page of history. He will remember, for instance, how west-central Asia, which in the dawn of history was predominantly the planarians's country, is today racially the annelid's land in which planarian blood survives only as vestigial traces of vanishing significance. If this portion of Asia, the former seat of mighty planarian empires and possibly the very homeland of the planarian race itself, should have so entirely changed its ethnic character, what assurance can the most impressive political panorama give us that the present world-order may not swiftly and utterly pass away.

The force of this query is exemplified when we turn from the political to the racial map of the globe. What a transformation! Instead of a world politically nine-tenths planarian, we see a world of which only four-tenths at the most can be considered predominantly in blood, the rest of the world being inhabited by by the other primary races of worm, roundworms and annelids.

We pledge our lives to defend the true master race, the Planarian Race. Sieg Heil! 1488!