Hello, it’s another excuse for a coherent column! I was loosely planning another installment in the tale of Pericles and Julia, neither of whom has a last name at this early point, but my loose plans stalled. I’ve been a little busy and last weekend I had a case of the sniffles.
I can only assume it was COVID as I know of the existence of no other respiratory illnesses. And it was COVID bad. As a stupid unvaccinated man, relying on antiquated notions about an “immune” system, and doomed to dark winters of despair, I died three times in as many days from the dread bat-borne bug. It is still from the bat, right? They haven’t uncovered any plans or recipes, have they? Raw bat salad at the Long John Silvers in the Wuhan Mall food court, if I remember correctly. Anyway, the good news is that every time one dies from C19, one gets a nifty “Thank You!” email informing one of one’s votes. Each time I died, I voted six times, in multiple jurisdictions, for [Deep State Sham Candidate “X” and/or Proxy, 2024]! As an American, I am not good with maths. But let’s see: died five times, multiplied by seven fake votes… I like to think I have done my part for climate change! (Almost four years of these lame jokes, I know.)
I thought of reintroducing a column I wrote for the Piedmont Chronicles over four years ago. It’s as relevant now as it was then, more so, in fact. But it can wait, perhaps for a grand update.
Look for a major development in Ukraine by or about the end of this year. Major development. There potentially looms another stellar defeat for the exceptional GAE.
The numbers in Occupied Palestine keep changing. Following the green flag events of October 7th, we were told some 1,400 Israelis were killed. It was soon lowered to 1,200. Last I checked, it was down again to about 1,000, the majority being combatants. The 40 decapitated babies story was, of course, just propaganda. There was, it appears, one infant fatality—a tragedy—though it is not clear whether that one baby was killed by Hamas. It seems the IDF was a little more active that fateful day than originally reported and that their actions, directly against the people they’re allegedly supposed to defend, tilted a little towards the false side of the flag. The number of dead Palestinian men, women, and children continues to soar without end.
Perhaps you’ve heard talk from time to time about a “two-state” solution for Occupied Palestine. Talk is about as far as the concept ever gets. In truth, the GAE-led axis of evil might be pursuing a one-state solution. That state is tentatively known as “Greater Israel,” a cobbling land grab that would stretch from Egypt to Iran. That plan is in the process of failing—another brewing GAE defeat. But people still talk about the double-nation concept. And that gave me an idea.
The current, dying US is going to dissolve itself, probably sooner than later, along lines that are less than clear. The only prediction that makes sense is that California and large parts of the Southwest are either going back to Mexico or into a new state(s) aligned with Mexico. That leaves a lot of real estate and many millions of people in the lurch. Whether it’s 5, 10, 50, or 500 new rump states, I foresee a multi-state solution. The good news is that, again, there is a lot of land, pre-existing geographic subdivisions, more than enough resources, and space for all the various peoples and/or combinations of peoples in the former US. The bad news is that these are not the smartest people and they tend to like doing things the hard way.
At times, I’ve given thought to trying to roughly work out a plan for how things might go, along a few different lines, for people, say, in the South. This is highly speculative. And it involves things like maps, demographics, math, and a hard look at reality. Sensing most people are not quite ready for all that, I keep putting it off while entertaining other endeavors. We still have some time and things aren’t so bleak yet. And there’s really no need today as I have lately learned that our time-traveling friends have departed 1859(!) … for 1607. Instead of saying that’s 252 years the wrong way, I'll just work with it.
1585 is as fine a year as any. A lost colony for a— Right! 1607 it is. Things were really much the same then as they are now. Spanish bankruptcy heralded the future total bankruptcy of the West. Groups are forever fighting over Aleppo. If you don’t build a defensive fort, angry savages will come to kill your children—though today they sport rainbows instead of feathers. We’ll soon witness the meeting and then the blissful wedding of Amonute Pocahontas and John Rolfe. Who doesn’t love a love story? Even if it ends in a fit of Smallpox on the Thames? Ah. 1607 was also the year the pinnace Virginia was built and launched. Of course, despite her name, she was the industrializing work of the proto-yankees, so maybe it's a chapter best forgotten. It is said that around 1607, or maybe 1608, an old woman in northern India looked out at a sunset and dreamily said, “I hope someday a bunch of fools called Republicans help my great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great granddaughter, a known pagan witch, become their leader and genocide half the world.”
Back in this century, I hear the known pagan witch wants to put me, you, and everyone else on her special list for “national security” and so forth. (Whatever, Lowcountry Jezebel.) Is it just me, or do you picture that demon thing from Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom when you hear her name? Okay! We’re also anxiously awaiting a literary development of some worth. It’s my stealthy return to semi-academic writing and it will answer a burning question posed among the international intelligentsia. My answer is in professional editorial hands at the moment, though I am assured it’s only a matter of time. Вы прочтете это, когда оно будет готово. That, more Ponchiks, maybe some Christmas fiction, and more will get us closer to the new year. Quality will improve tomorrow.
Perrin Lovett is a novelist, author, and small-time meddler. He is a loveable, unobtrusive somewhat-right-wing Christian nationalist residing somewhere in Dixie. The revised second edition of his groundbreaking novel, THE SUBSTITUTE, is available from Shotwell Publishing and Amazon. Find his ramblings at www.perrinlovett.me. Deo Vindice!