In 1963, Gorki Film Studios released the children’s fairy tale classic, The Kingdom of Crooked Mirrors. A little girl is transported to a strange land where evil forces use magic mirrors to reverse and distort reality, thus enslaving the population. At least one cinema review site suggests the presented inversion was partly, subtly a slap at the hypocrisy of Western portrayals of Soviet propaganda during the Cold War. More recently, Metropolitan Hilarion suggested Western sodomite propaganda created a similar crooked kingdom of lies. Both suggestions likely hold water. As one art sometimes influences another, the movie’s title allegedly inspired the name of Picnic’s (Пикник’s) 2004 song title, “Королевство кривых” (“Kingdom of Curves”). With apologies to the band, here’s a sampling of their lyrics followed by my semi-esoteric commentary.
Picnic was the band set to perform on the evening of Friday, March 22, 2024, at the Crocus City Hall theater in suburban Moscow. As the reader may know, the performance and hundreds of lives were abruptly interrupted before the band took the stage. English with commentary:
Crocus City Hall, and the surrounding Krasnogorsk neighborhood, are big, busy, ultra-modern places. Glass, lights, excitement, etc. A venue that fits the song.
Moscow is like a clean, civilized New York or Los Angeles. There’s a constant rush and rumble of urban humanity. In the song’s city, our lyrical protagonist takes the hurry-scurry in stride. He doesn’t let the hectic pace get ahead of him. His sensibility about and enjoyment of the scene cannot be taken by the tempo or rigor of whatever happens. Similarly and in general, Russian life and the Russian spirit in Moscow cannot be taken away. By anyone.
Life can be like that little girl’s adventure. Ordinary times bereft of calamity can still twist and turn. However, if one is in it and the setting happens to be among the most beautiful, wonderful places on earth, then what’s not to like?
No, the money was in Kiev or London or somewhere. Burn they did. Calculated, though still mindless violence is a kind of power, the happiness of vampire clowns, augmented by depriving good people of genuine joy and camaraderie. But not for the song’s protagonist. Not for Russia. Not for honest, decent people. Let the evil choke on their wickedness; the righteous will live on determinedly.
My interpretation may miss the mark by a kilometer, but the symbolism of it all struck me as important and seemingly purposeful. Picnics—eating outside, not the group—are fun but they’ve been known to attract ants. Ants are known to steal food, annoy, and sometimes bite. A scout ant finds the picnic and chirps or emits pheromones to alert the rest. Then they show up in force. On March 7, 2024, the US empire issued a mysterious mass casualty alert for the next 48 hours in Moscow. Oddly enough, on that very day, a scout ant showed up and surveyed the Crocus complex. Shaman was supposed to sing at the center within the next 48 hours, and he did. However, his event was allegedly guarded by armed security. The scout ant emitted no chemical markers or sounds. The Picnic concert was guarded by unarmed security, presenting a softer target. And the ants attacked. While Moscow and the world were in shock, the US empire immediately, within one hour, told two lies: 1) Ukraine wasn’t involved, and 2) the ants were from ISIS or ISIS-K. ISIS and ISIS-K might as well be registered trademarks of the CIA. We know the empire was lying because it is the empire of lies and it said something. In this case, as with the original lie, there was a small grain of truth within the Red Herring deception. The empire that essentially created ISIS, its Syrian and Afghan variants, would probably be in an honest position to know if its creation planned to carry out an attack. Especially if the empire ordered and planned the attack. The reader likely knows much of the late tactical developments. Around 140 civilians were murdered, as many as 200 were wounded, and the Crocus theater was destroyed. The mercenary terrorist ants and many of their associates, all or most from Tajikistan, were quickly detained by security forces. While I was initially skeptical about direct ISIS involvement, I did allow that somewhat connected actors from the group might have played some role. This was confirmed by President Putin, that the attack was directly committed by radical Islamists, though by those acting inexplicably during Ramadan. However, as for the indirect connections, he said, “We know whose hands this atrocity was committed against Russia and its people. We are interested in who the customer is.” Cui bono? Suspicion naturally falls on Ukraine and its NATO backers, specifically the US and UK. FSB Chief Alexander Bortnikov said as much: “We believe that this is true. In any case, we are now talking about the factual information we have. This is general information, but they have a long record of this sort.” There is the fact of the ant pre-planning the attack on the day the possibility of an attack was mentioned by a likely chief supporter. There was a rumor that the ants were recruited via a Telegram channel and that they met and coordinated with Ukraine at the Ukrainian embassy in Tajikistan about a mission of the “International Legion.” There’s the fact that this attack does not fit the established pattern of ordinary ISIS activity—during Ramadan, with a determined effort to flee the scene rather than be martyred, and payment that suggests a hired hit job instead of Jihad. The mercenary ants were allegedly promised 500,000 rubles ($5,500) each, in reality receiving only half upfront, to wantonly murder random people. There is the fact they were apprehended trying to cross into Ukraine. There is the fact that as Ukraine and NATO continue to lose horribly on the battlefield, terrorist attacks are their only means of trying to harm Russia. There’s the fact that the Western media instantaneously began parroting a series of ridiculous lies and distortions that would be the envy of any fictional evil mirror. In addition to all of the foregoing, the ants were painstakingly captured alive. They are talking or will talk. Russian intelligence is obviously far ahead of my estimations and guesses; they likely already have substantial evidence as to whom the ants worked for. The customers, if one will. Or the queens, in ant-speak. Nothing that happened at Crocus degrades Russia’s efforts or abilities. With Russia already visibly quickening its progress in the SMO, this episode will certainly heighten their resolve and the scope and pace of their actions. In fact, it already looks like that is happening. Time will tell exactly how it all unfolds, though there really isn’t much doubt. Nor is there any doubt there are all kinds of people in the world. Some are heroes and some are sociopathic losers. Some of the losers evidently congregate at a Kiev bar aptly called, in English, Offensive. They certainly are, naming some fried snack “Crocus” just a few days after the attack. Offensive might be thought of as an ant hill if it turns out to be connected in some way to these hideous events. If so, then perhaps someone should kick it. Maybe with a Khinzal boot? No one in any position of power needs my input. Still, I remind all that when keeping ants away from the picnic blanket, sometimes one just has to spray and kill all of them. Yet, there are many more good people around. One of them is fifteen-year-old Islam Khalilov, a legitimate Muslim who works part-time at Crocus. If part of the queen customer’s intention was to sow a little division between religious groups in Russia, then Mr. Khalilov did his part to preemptively undo the plan. He’s credited with saving 100 lives by quickly ushering confused patrons towards safety—while ignoring his own. When asked about his personal risk, the young man simply said, “It’s better to sacrifice yourself than to let a hundred people die.” A hero. Shaman also stepped up like a true patriot, offering condolences and vowing to pay all funeral expenses and extraneous medical costs. Behind these two champions, behind the police, firefighters, doctors, nurses, FSB, and military personnel who did their jobs, and behind Vladimir Putin and his government, there are another 150 million strong men and women who will not be frightened, divided, or defeated. When they are victorious, or even before full victory is realized, I would very much like to join them once the Crocus theater is rebuilt for a concert. I’d happily take Shaman, KINO, or anyone else as the featured entertainment. In light of the circumstances, that especially includes Picnic. I’ll close with a link to their 2022 concert at Crocus. Deo vindice.
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Some years ago, a young adult me was in an elevator in a US State capitol. I found myself in the company of a giant rodent wearing a suit. I’m not sure if it was a Republican or a Democrat, or if there’s a difference, but it was middle-aged, greasy, smarmy, and malodorous. In an instant and for no discernable reason, the creature gave poor advice unasked for. I suppose that’s one of the things greasy, talking political rodents do in elevators. It said, “Make your money first. Then have children.” As it spoke, its small, beady eyes furtively scanned this way and that. It wrinkled its snout and snorted. Mercifully, the doors then opened and the oily beast scurried away, likely in pursuit of other people’s money or children. Or maybe just cheese. I did not want the creature’s advice, though, at the time, I was already kind of following it. Americans made many terrible mistakes and I was no exception. Sometime through the following decades, I happily forgot that sad episode, only recalling it last week when I heard good, and thus, opposite advice discussed between two good men. On or about March 13, 2024, President Vladimir Putin sat down for an extended interview with Dmitry Kiselev. It was a real meeting between a real leader and a real journalist, something practically unknown in the West. Please watch the discussion or read the transcript in Russian. Or read the transcript in English. Or listen to an English-subtitled translation. Mr. Kiselev coaxed an interesting story out of Russia’s humble and rather soft-spoken leader. When Putin’s children were little, there was a house fire. Putin braved the flames to rescue his babies. Only once they were all safe outside, did he remember his cash money was burning inside. The men agreed this illustrated the point that the correct order is children first, and money second. Unlike Putin’s earlier interview with Tucker Carlson, this one largely dealt with Russian domestic policy and governance issues. Families with children was a theme Putin raised over and over. In Russia, as in all nations that want to survive, great societal concentration is placed on facilitating, easing, and maximizing the lives of families with children. In degenerate places like the fallen US, great emphasis is placed on maximizing profit for usurers. That was the problem I addressed in last week’s column. Again, usury is the fuel and substance of globalism and financial capitalism. It is a slow, torturous form of premeditated murder, and it may be thought of as the hallmark or standard of malicious, neocolonial Werewestern evil. Real Westerners cannot say they weren’t warned: “The stranger that liveth with thee in the land, shall rise up over thee, and shall be higher: and thou shalt go down, and be lower. He shall lend to thee, and thou shalt not lend to him. He shall be as the head, and thou shalt be the tail.” Deuteronomy 28:43-44. In his Inferno, the Divine Comedy, Dante placed usurers in the third ring of the seventh level of hell. They are below and worse than violent murderers, and reside permanently with blasphemers and sodomites on a sandy plain ever pelted by a rain of hellfire. Usury, Dante and Virgil observe, offends both God’s divine goodness and the following art of God’s nature. See Canto XI (for those like me, unskilled in Italian, I recommend Jean and the late Robert Hollander’s exemplary English translations of the Comedy, 2000-2007). Usury may also be thought of as a form of vampirism. While Dracula was primarily concerned with controlling, corrupting, and destroying society, he did so from a position of relative material wealth. Even his nobler and immensely more likable literary predecessor, Varney, was driven in no small way by his desire to reclaim certain monies and retain the higher material lifestyle money affords. This comparison leads me back to something President Putin said, a now-famous comment of simply nuclear rhetoric. Not quite an hour and a half into the conversation, when asked by Kiselev about his role in championing the hopes and aspirations of billions of decent souls around the planet against the wicked depravity of the Western elites, Putin said:
That is, in English:
They then briefly discussed ordinary people sensing the truth above and through the never-ending lies of the elites:
The good and wise people in Russia know who they are, what they have, and the stakes involved in keeping it; hence, they just reelected Putin by 87% of the popular vote. Putin knows the vampires have been practicing their dark arts worldwide, leeching off of every nation they can corner. From South Carolina to Greece to Niger to Sri Lanka, people live under different perceptions of a reality very different from that of today’s Russia. Some are waking up faster than others. There is ample pragmatic evidence, enough to count as hard proof, of the assorted evils of the Western elites and their system of usury, sodomy, and vicious blasphemies. Many or most victims of these crimes do not necessarily see or understand the full picture because they are too deeply embedded in it. Nonetheless, being mostly good people not totally devoid of intelligence, they do at least feel the oppression. And nothing can prevent the truth of even the suggestion of righteous resistance against that oppression from entering into their hearts or subconscious thoughts.
Once more, literature offers a glimpse of reality and perhaps commentary thereon, the Divine Comedy being an archetypal example. Paradiso affords an estimation of the eternal and Heavenly Glory. Purgatorio is a display of Christian life, constant attempts to do right in the face of original sin. Inferno is, of course, a warning against sin. Within Inferno, it could be that Dante was giving his readers a cautious preview of some of the traps, fallacies, and inversions that later accompanied the Enlightenment. While that great subversive movement synthesized all manner of sin into one civilization-destroying scheme, all of the individual sins and maladies were long since known to virtually all men. That is why the characters Dante and Virgil encounter in hell come from many varied times and cultures, both real and mythical. As in Dante’s century, in ours, we are confronted with the age-old problems. The ruling elites of the West still pretend they are benefits. Many are aware of the dangers and oppression but do not know exactly how to break free. Thus, if only through their hearts, they look to better examples. At the same time Putin’s Russia is economically and militarily smashing the vampires’ reign to pieces, it is also reordering all of Russian society to foster better conditions for families and children, for the growth and enjoyment of the coming generations that will see the continuing existence of Russian culture. In Russia, families with children receive tax breaks, mortgage structure relaxations, financial subsidies, generous healthcare, education, and other benefits. The US does the same thing, except that it spends far more and the majority of benefits, privileges, and perk payments go to the vampires via their corporations, especially their banks. While it was popular, the fake hick Lunsford’s song lyrics were intentionally diversionary. Short, obese people eating Fudge Rounds constitute a minuscule portion of US “welfare” spending; there’s nothing more obese than a vampire. Some of our enemies literally consume human blood as part of their satanic rituals, particularly the blood of children. However, for the most part, they feed on the life energy, spirit, and productivity of their victims—whole process vampirism. There was a distinct reason Putin chose the words he used to describe them. As if with Holy Water and Crucifixes, it is imperative to fight these monsters, to wage war against them. To bring their hellish ball to an end. This is our battle in the eternal war between God Above and the devil below. We are reminded: “Uninterrupted war with sin goes to the heart of man. The worst outcome here would be pacifism, the reconciliation of grace and sin. This would be neither a reconciliation nor a compromise, but the victory of sin.” See Dugin, Alexander, The Rise Of The Fourth Political Theory, London: Arktos, 2017, p. 14. The victory will be ours. Know that and feel it in the heart. Deo vindice. Last month, the Honorable Dr. Cynthia McKinney, Larry Johnson, Professor Alexander Dugin, the Honorable Maria Zakharova, and a whole bunch of brilliant, kind people gathered at Moscow State University for the 2024 conference of MIR, the International Russophiles Movement. In the middle of an incredible panel discussion, Dr. McKinney raised an issue of extraordinary importance. Please watch or listen to the whole show HERE. McKinney’s comments kick in around 2:14:17, replicated here by way of my interpretation of YouTube’s attendant transcript:
During the above-linked session, I think the closest answer to McKinney, or rather, a matching concern, came a few minutes earlier from Mr. Ali Al-Qadi (SP?), a historian from Tunisia. Among several other items, he mentioned Emmanuel Todd’s excellent new book, La Défaite de l’Occident (2024). He was getting at matters within chapter ten, “La Bande De Washington,” around page 295, et seq., pertaining to the rise of “zombie” Protestantism in the West, a rise that coincided with the rise of Enlightenment democracy and financial capitalism. The gentleman then, around 2:03:45, said, “Union from above cannot be based on the same tools created by the materialistic world which condemns the theft of a loaf of bread by the poor but not usury.” Usury may be thought of as the fuel of financial capitalism. Old Cato and the Church thought of it as murder. Mr. Al-Qadi and Dr. McKinney are both correct in their concerns and statements, especially those in the last part of McKinney’s address. If someone later or elsewhere answered McKinney directly, I’m unaware of it. So, I’m going to take a crack, particularly as to the global banksters. But first, briefly, neocolonialism is and is not just “new” colonialism, a revitalization or continuation of the old Powers domination witnessed from the Fifteenth Century through the Twentieth. It also delves deeply into the global world disorder of the Greater West, a wicked and total combination of state and private exploitation writ large, a united empire of lies spanning most of the globe. And the banking clans Dr. McKinney mentioned are at the heart of that combination. She obviously knows what she’s talking about, as well as anyone from the West does. However, for those not up to speed, here is a quick primer on the creation of the fake money the Greater West uses(d) to subjugate the world. The private, illegal Federal Reserve Bank does print those paper dollars Americans use in ordinary transactions. But altogether, they amount to a miniscule part of the total money supply. More and more people fret over the potential rise of Central Bank Digital Currency, or CBDC, when something far worse has already happened: Commercial Bank Digital Sorcery (CBDS). The US is so far down the rabbit hole that the vast majority of “money” in the US economy (and in other Western economies) consists of fake, debt-based credit money substitutes, of loan-based illusions that simply do not exist. There is statistically zero real money in the US economy. A malicious hoax inside a lie behind a charade. Ten years ago, the Bank of England kindly released a short white paper explaining exactly how fake money is created in the postmodern Western economy, an explanation ratified by the Federal Reserve:
Where do the banks get the money for the deposits and loans? The money for the loans is created by the loans. Out of nothing except monetary necromancy. This fake money does not exist in reality even though it accounts for a hyper majority of the money used in the economy. This is super usury, a system where the fake money itself essentially amounts to infinite interest. The private bankers merely press a button or wave a magic wand, and *POOF!* money appears. The usury victim must dedicate all or a portion of his life, robbing Peter to pay Judas, to pay off that which, again, does not exist. This is pure evil. It’s also intentional and it has the intended purpose of driving all ownership of all value, including the productivity of so many human lives, into the hands and pockets of a tiny elite cabal. It is designed to become untenable, which it always does in the end, destroying a nation’s economy in the process and, frequently, the nation. It is the mass systemization of the prohibited usury practices condemned by God the Father and Jesus Christ. Many varied voices from many professional backgrounds have warned about the society-destroying results of this evil. See Debt by the late David Graeber (anthropologist), La Défaite… by Todd (historian), literally anything written by Michael Hudson and Steve Keen (economists), and Why The West Can’t Win by Dr. Fadi Lama (engineer). Dr. Lama sets forth broad brush solutions in chapter ten of his book, “The End of Empire.”
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Throughout Western history, these minority parasites have forged odd public-private partnerships with assorted states. Seneca called in fraudulent loans, Rome got into a war, and the Iceni lost their lives and sovereignty. A leading cause for the downfall of the Venetian Republic was its private central bank. The London Company(s), as operated in Virginia and New England during the Seventeenth Century, acted in much the same way as Black Rock or the IMF do today. The public part of the deal has to do with “lawful” chartering and any subsequent manipulations of the law necessary for the benefit of the private parties. It also involves shifting any costs, risks, or losses away from the parasites to the public. This is why the only immunity associated with the fraudulent COVID mRNA shots regards protecting pharmaceutical companies from liability. This is why one of the idiotic US COVID stimulus bills, a $2 trillion boondoggle, saw 75% of its proceeds go to the cabal while American taxpayers were put on the hook for 100% of the spending. Any and all profits and benefits of this kind of partnership always only flow towards the elite private parties.
The solution to this pressing problem is found, as Lama suggests, in the sovereign, multipolar, BRICS+ world. China’s monetary system is not exactly like Russia’s. Whether one weighs somewhat heavily on money as a public utility to be turned on and off as needed, while the other largely involves hard commodities backing the currency, they both work. And while both involve a kind of public-private relationship, both also involve government ownership or control at both ends of that spectrum. All banks in Russia are heavily regulated, by law and by the Bank of Russia (BOR). Many of the largest commercial banks are at least partly owned by the government. The BOR, unlike the Federal Reserve or the Bank of England, genuinely answers to the government. This reflects a policy of state banking control that dates back to the Russian Empire. The banks of China and Russia facilitate a loop of economic control and benefit for both the people and the people’s government, one looking to the best interests of the other and looking ahead for the common good of individual concerns and those of larger society. Parasites starve under these systems as they ought. Both systems are now linked together providing an alternative to the US’s (Petro)dollar and SWIFT. This linkage is outside the control of Western powers and institutions. Other powerful economies are also linked to one degree or another. Developing economies are now joining or will join in order to further their development interests while also removing the chains imposed by the West. The BRICS+ share of the world economy now exceeds that of the West. A connected basket of honest currencies now competes with and outperforms the fake, dying Petrodollar. This new system has quickly become globally competitive; the Petrodollar share of international transaction settlements has fallen from 90+% a few years ago to 40% or less now. This fall in Kazan, a fully refined and named alternative economic and monetary system will or should be officially unveiled. The free world is happily waiting. The unfree Western world is still voting, hoping, and wishing. Do not expect the system to suddenly undo or police itself. Rather, out of spite it will ratchet down on its captive victims harder than ever. Neither Donald Trump nor Joe Biden will or can save Americans from this inevitable calamity. Thankfully, one day—hopefully, one day soon—this satanic system of perpetual abuse will collapse. When it does, Americans and other Westerners need to be ready to rebuild their nations or descended rump states. That reordering will and must include things like currency sovereignty. When the time comes, the fake debts must be canceled, real money restored, and perhaps the usurers dealt with appropriately. Monetary sovereignty: thank God the gentlelady mentioned it. Deo vindice. Danivolsky District, Moscow, one afternoon… Upon exiting the Metro station and climbing the stairs to the street level, as soon as her eyes peered above the top step, Julia watched an orange street car pull away to the east. In another moment she was standing on the plaza sidewalk. With a quick glance to her left, she saw the next tram coming, a sparkling new white model, still a short distance away. She paused under a canopy, noting the distinct if temporary change in the weather. While she wasn’t sure if meteorological spring would come early, as some now predicted, she was slightly gladdened by the day’s increase in sunlight and temperature. After loosening her scarf and collar, she took out her phone. With another check, seeing the tram inching closer, she scrolled to Perry’s latest email and its literary attachment. She felt a slight pang of guilt in that she had not yet read it—a nothing of a hopeful little story, as he’d put it. En route to him now, she’d wondered if she had time and the necessary attention to give it justice, be it a nothing or otherwise. Just then, an idea popped into her head, immediately followed by buds popping into her ears just below her mink hat. She carefully selected the “read aloud” feature and tuned the delivery speed to 1.5x. That, she thought, even as the tram slowed to a stop before her, would be fast enough to get through the whole story on her short hop while still allowing her a full digestion. As she boarded and waved her troika card over the reader, a mildly robotic male voice began to tell her the tale:
Julia took her earbuds out and pocketed them along with her phone as she walked into the conference room of the Citadel Forum at the Patriarchal Center. Deciding not to be embarrassed by her tardiness, she found the semi-monthly Anglo-Francophile Friends of Moscow meeting coming near to its end. Taking a seat next to Irena by the wall, she did observe a dozen or so young women, visitors evidently from a sorority at the University of Alabama. Her eyes narrowed for a second as she scanned them, making sure they appeared more interested in the subject matter than the presenter. Satisfied, she turned her attention to him. Pericles was mainly speaking English, with an occasional French or Russian reference. He’d just said something comical about Tucker Carlson. A quick side remark about something called “the Machine” made the young ladies giggle. He then evidently picked up something or somewhere he’d left off and issued his concluding remarks. ‘The guy from We Are the Mighty—what a name—was a Mr. Logan, something or another, a special forces veteran and obviously not a serious organizational planner. Again, his article was about the mighty GAE attacking the entire world at the same time. His summation still sticks in my mind: In short, ‘Murica would stomp them! Of course, they would. That was only four years ago. Today, if he’s noticed, four years later, the mighty can’t even stomp the Houthis to say nothing of a mere ten percent of this country’s professional military.’ Perry looked around and then, seeing her for the first time, winked at Julia. ‘They can no longer stomp anyone anywhere. But they can still cause problems everywhere. On their own or via proxies. They deal it out, and we, the powerful and affluent, hard as we do have it some days, we think we’re really under the gun. Truth be told, we’re not. Which leads us back, again and again, to Gaza where they are. I’ll finish with the last lines of a poem by Canadian journalist Paul Salvatori, We are Not as Strong as Palestinian Children:
He then half-smiled, leaned away from the podium, and said, ‘We’re not. But we are and should be honored by each other’s good company and discussion. Of the good, the bad, and the very ugly. Many thanks to our hosts and the Center. Don’t forget to pick up those pamphlets on the way out. Thank you all for coming and for putting up with me. Merci et bon après-midi. Vsem dobryy vecher. And, last thing, please think about the strong little girl up on the screen, a real girl in a real camp in Rafah. Thanks.’ After a few brief words here and there and kind of positioning herself between Perry and the chatty girls from al-a-BAM-a, really against them, Julia allowed him to lead her towards the door and his new Niva Classic outside. ‘Sorry I was late, baby,’ she said. ‘But from the ending, you seemed to have held it all together very well.’ ‘Thanks,’ he said. ‘Did you by any chance have time to look at the Rafah story?’ ‘Not to look at it, no. But I did listen to it on the way over,’ she answered. ‘And?’ ‘I was rather impressed in a way. But first, tell me what you, the author, think.’ ‘Okay,’ he said. ‘As much as I want to, I don’t like it. Feels hollow, like some sort of impotent rage launched out of nothing. I almost chickened out and had a story within a story told by a random protagonist. Ridiculous, really. The heroes are far-fetched, to put it mildly, soldiers who don’t exist. And even if they did, would or could it even work out as written? Tenuous. But the worst part is the feeling that it almost makes a mockery of real suffering. Sure, the idea of riding to the rescue is great. But that won’t happen—not by me—and still, the victimization is very real and terrible. I put that little girl up on the screen as a reminder, like a real Rindi looking down, happy and sweet, but haunting. The words of the poem. She’s real and strong, and all I have are cheap words. How’s that?’ ‘Perceptive. Kind and self-deprecating, but maybe missing something. To do or—’ ‘What we can do, I suppose. As-is, all they have are South Africa, the Houthis, and Hezbollah. A world of sympathy, but little action. Things keep heating up and moving forward, but there’s just no telling. Which leads me back to wanting to do something. Anything. And wondering if I’m just making the suffering about me.’ ‘You’re not.’ ‘Thanks. To do anything. Those final social media words of Aaron Bushnell, America’s least likely and maybe last military hero.’ ‘My dear,’ she said soothingly, ‘it’s because of his sentiment that I like the story. Or the thoughts behind it. Whether it’s in a court, in the UN, with missiles, with fire, or just with a few words, a few little nothings of words. Nothings of hope. It’s the act of doing anything to raise awareness beyond, for them, not for you or us, that makes the difference. Rindi is Hind Rajab, isn’t she?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘And if you were General Pericles, CSA, cleared for action, you’d do it, wouldn’t you?’ ‘Yesterday.’ ‘Not for glory or for Anglo-Western tradition or any of it, but as a genteel marker of the right thing done necessarily to ease the suffering of others, correct? That no true cause be lost?’ ‘Your thoughts are clearer than mine. Yes and yes.’ ‘Then, my baby—’ She leaned up and kissed his nose. ‘Your head and your heart are in the right place.’ And so, in a ruggedly capable if outlandishly misplaced little four-by-four, they made their way towards the nearest bridge and dinner beyond. Absent-mindedly, he turned the radio on. She tuned to a new station without thought guiding her action. And on some news program, at a recorded protest away in the West, a lone voice called out the cry, ‘From the River to the Sea, Palestine will be free!’ DO SOMETHING. This piece was published at Perrin Lovett on March 8, 2024.
In Stephen King’s 1983 novel, Pet Sematary, yet another family in another Maine town stumbles across rank evil. In the woods around Ludlow lies an ancient American Indian burial ground. Whatever beast or man goes into the earth there is quickly reanimated in demonic form. To preserve peace, the living residents of the town must soon destroy any cat, boy, or war veteran who so returns as a zombie. What if our Clown World shamans from hell are doing something similar with all kinds of people everywhere within that strange nation-shaped kind of place between Mexico and Canada? It’s just a question and a theory. One learned man after another, from Professor Alexander Dugin to Emmanuel Todd to Pepe Escobar to Dr. Fadi Lama correctly suggests that Western natives have been as equally victimized by the demons of Clown World as any colonized or exploited people anywhere else. They also agree that as the decent multipolar world turns its collective back on the Clowns, Western natives will be the only victims left to Clown predation. And the Clowns, filled with fear, hate, and rage, will unleash even more destruction on their final victims. But what if—my theory—they have found a way to vent on their captive hosts and keep oppressing some foreign peoples at the same time? The English colonies in America were, as one might suspect, predominantly populated with Englishmen. Then came our African friends in the company of more people from Northwestern Europe. Then came other Europeans, Asians, Hispanics, and everyone else. The whole time, pre-Columbian native groups like the Mi'kmaq, semi-slandered in so many horror novels, had it rather rough. The “Great Replacement” is not a conspiracy theory; rather, it has been official US policy since at least 1965. Since then, the non-Hispanic White European percentage of the population has been falling, though for a while the group’s total numbers continued to rise. The rate of increase began to slow some decades ago and it ground to an effective flatline in 2015. Thereafter, from 2016 through 2022, there was a net numerical loss of approximately 2,660,138 individuals. 2023 and 2024, once tabulated, will likely take the net loss to minus 4 million. Census figures have become fuzzy at best, but it is likely Whites are numerically back to where they were around 1990 and maybe earlier. They have dropped from 75% to 57% of the total population (probably closer to 50% including just those of purely European ancestry). Yet the total US population since 1990 has increased by approximately 90 million people. Today, virtually all additional warm bodies come from abroad. For a while, some of the increase was due to growth among Blacks, Hispanics, Asians, and others. That trend appears to be over. Pursuant to my theory, I suspect something dreadful is afoot. Non-White US natives are starting to vanish too! Black American population growth was slowing, following only seven or eight years behind Whites in demographic tendency. Their flatline came in 2021. And in 2022, they dropped by 100,343 people. Hispanics, the second-largest total demographic cohort, are in a similar position, losing 659,588 people in 2022. Asians and other peoples are similarly slowing and could dip into negative territory this year—if they didn’t last year. (The mRNA biowarfare program of 2021-22 might explain such drastic one-year reductions, but it wouldn’t necessarily explain the slowing during the previous years. White Americans used to be Westerners in the classical sense of the word. Then, very slowly but thoroughly, they morphed into postmodern faux Westerners, into callous, hedonistic usury service bots. While their road was a little longer and more convoluted, Blacks began to join the transformation during the second half of the 20th Century. Hispanics followed a similar route. Many Asians, Native Indian remnants, and others are joining or have joined the great dystopian madhouse. Much like the plot of King’s novel, we had a country of real, normal, living people. In rapid, successive waves, they mutated into zombies incapable of maintaining much in the way of civilized society. Now, due to what might be a form of mass suicide, they’re destroying themselves. If they keep it up for another generation or three in a vacuum, then the sign might as well read: “Welcome to ‘Murika, population: 0.” Again, virtually all population growth is driven by immigrants. What if further replacement immigration is designed to or has been co-opted to facilitate a continuous cycle of human elimination? Our satanic ruling elites generally see but three classes of people. They, of course, are at the top. The second class might as well be considered slaves (maybe pets) for the elites. Someone has to grow the elites’ food, heal the elites’ ailments, pave the elites’ roads, generate the elites’ electricity, entertain the elites, provide security for the elites (against the awakened wrath of the rest), and have a few extra offspring here and there so these walking demons have children to molest. The third class, perhaps 90% of humanity, are euphemistically referred to by the elites as the “useless” or “worthless” class. They’ve been openly calling people that for fifty years and, now, they’re openly working on ways to cull the “surplus population” as Ebenezer Scrooge put it. This three-tiered classification is a global concept, at least in the parts of the globe still dominated by Clown World. What if the Clowns are now using the vast zombie burial grounds of America to 1) keep a steady slave-pet contingent handy, and 2) wipe out the rest of humanity? Too many Africans? Ship them to America. Is South Asia overcrowded? Pet Sematary time. How many Argentinians? You get the idea. Maybe it’s a metaphysical question. I’m not certain as it is, again, just a theory. If one is a young demographer with some free time, this might be something to pay attention to, track, and report. Those in the Sovereign Nations are wise to continue separating themselves from this demented wickedness. For those in America, the West, and places still under Western occupation, it may be time to try something new. Something like fighting and turning the tables on our beloved elites. While some in America still timidly cherish the idea of a non-violent reaction (to a war of extermination), men like Ma Xinmin, legal advisor for the Chinese Ministry of Foreign Affairs, rightly acknowledge the right of oppressed and occupied peoples to fight back against their oppressors and occupiers. Americans used to understand that truth, which is still enshrined in Article Ten of the New Hampshire Constitution as the Right (and even responsibility) of Revolution against tyranny: “The doctrine of nonresistance against arbitrary power, and oppression, is absurd, slavish, and destructive of the good and happiness of mankind.” While a character in King’s book deduces, "sometimes, dead is better," I suggest that when dealing with sociopathic satanic killers, dead is always better. While one ponders this theoretical story of anti-human horror, please enjoy a lyrical take on it by the Ramones. Do you want to be buried in the American Sematary? Deo vindice. Mors daemonibus. |
AuthorPerrin 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! Archives
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