6 Oct, South East UK.

received anonymously via email:

“It was a cold shitty night in the South East, we were bored, so for shits and giggles decided to take an impromptu visit to our local dairy cow abusing farm.

After a quick look round and finding some interesting stuff, we got to work. In less than 20 minutes, we’d cut all the milking tubes, empty 2 tanks of bovine breast milk all over their floor, smashed up their calving pattern, took their laptop and relevant paperwork and left them a message telling them to stop fucking with our friends. All in all it was a good night, animal abusing scum need to be told and should pay for what they do……financially, we think, is the best way.

This action is dedicated to the memory of our comrade Waka, whose selfless actions sadly cost him his life. Rest in power friend.



It’s been three years since Daesh murdered you. Once again, through the badger cull, we bash yet another cage on your name.

Three years is a very long time, yet we still remember you every fucking day, and we talk about you often. I don’t think you ever realised how much of an impact you had in so many people. Our shared experiences and adventures fighting coal, sticking the middle finger at cops and ensuring animals got to live another day will forever mark a pivotal point in the way I understand the struggle.

Waka understood that duality between radical action and approachability more than anyone else I’ve ever met. His understanding of optics and his way of acting radically whilst taking care of how it was perceived was something we all should strive for.

And that is probably your biggest legacy, and one that we shall try and learn and try and teach. You taught us so much more than you would’ve ever imagined.

So to everyone that might’ve met Waka, and to everybody else that didn’t, remember that you can lorry surf with a newt onesie, so that the kids like it. Apparently if the kids like it, everybody will.

We shall shoplift on your name, we shall bash the fast on your name, and we shall keep fighting for animal liberation and against the destruction of Mother Earth on your memory. You are never forgotten.

PS: To the mountains and via punk mail, I am sure you will end up reading this. Howling at the moon tonight in the hope that one day we can plant a Waka tree together. Be well.


1st Oct, South East UK.

received anonymously via email:

“These filthy fucking things are popping up everywhere, found on a housing estate in the south east.

Whilst out minding our own business we came across these disgusting rat traps, rats are cute as fuck, so we took them and destroyed them (responsibly, dont want any other animals getting hurt) fuck you for trying to poison our long tailed comrades. Not today dickheads and we’ll be keeping our eyes open for more.

If you see these about, you know what do…….smashy smashy!