 Vox Day did a very good job, over at Sigma Game, lately explaining why (American/Western) men don’t read much these days. Few real men want anything to do with loony witches, fembots, and caustic blue-haired harpies. Yet those types, along with some other usual suspects, constitute the majority of Western book authors, publishers, distributors, buyers, editors, gatekeepers, and agents. If one reads Vox’s article, then one will gain a decent understanding of the astroturfing of what passes, at least in the eyes of too many postmodern women, for best-selling literature. Add to this tragedy the decline of general intelligence, burgeoning post-literacy or illiteracy, and the shunning of men from traditional male ideas, systems, endeavors, and spaces, and one has a recipe for a rolling disaster. Patrick Lawrence wrote the other day about part of that unfolding disaster as it pertains to the peculiar case of Yankee Attorney General Pam Blondie’s circus sideshow release of files regarding the criminal activities of dead pedophile Jeffrey Epstein. If one has just arrived from another galaxy, then know that Epstein was the poster boy for an international child sex trafficking ring and likely intel asset. Evidently, the only good thing the man ever did was die. Blondie hyped her file release, then crawfished when the event underwhelmed. She now claims she has better information and will release it once certain redactions are made. Lawrence honed right in on one given reason for some of the redactions: “national security”.
The Yankee empire, its agents, friends, and allies, have a long and wicked history of involvement in related matters. Way back in 2019, I wrote a few bits about the quiet release of another batch of previously classified data, the FBI’s “Finders Files”. Those files concerned a series of 1980s cases of child sexual abuse at daycare centers that became popularly known as the “Satanic Panic”. After the children’s allegations were “investigated”, we were informed the kids made it all up, nothing happened, and don’t you dare suspect anything similar going forward. Thirty years later, we learned that everything the kids said was true, the government knew about it at the time, and there was a cover-up. A few august members of the retarderati responded to my articles by telling me I was a fool for rehashing long-debunked cOnSpIrAcY ThEoRiEs. And, yes, I had linked to the same set of files back then in the articles, but again, the not reading angle. What does any of this have to do with fiction? Well, I included the Finders and a fictional version of Epstein, the notorious Geoffrey Steinberg, in my 2019 novel, The Substitute (2023 revision from Green Altar Books). Oddly enough, when he found out I was writing my first major work of fiction, the late, great Thomas Moore said, “That’s great, and you should! Just remember, though, that half the people are illiterate and the other half don’t read.” He was, of course, being jovial, though as we know he was onto something. Those who have read my book enjoyed a narrative telling of the foregoing criminal atrocities and more as seen through the eyes of a former CIA killer. In chapter sixteen, page 191, Tom Ironsides even warns a young FBI agent specifically about the Finders. Agent Pennington was at Tom’s house after the hero inadvertently busted up an Epstein-esque operation within the public school system(s). On the next page, Tom’s former employer thanks him for his help while promising the DOJ will relieve him of the burden of testifying out of deference to … national security. And Tom knows what Lawrence suspects: there is always Yankee government involvement in such filth. By the way, I noted a long history of such evil. This involvement is as old as, in fact, older than America itself. If one has access to that newfangled internet thing, then please search for the strange case of all the little skeletons found under Benjamin Franklin’s old house on the apply-named Craven Street in London. Yeah. One beauty of writing fiction is that the author can provide satisfaction for certain unpleasant matters in ways simply impossible for the average man to affect in real life. For instance, in chapter twenty-one of The Substitute, in the subsection “Justice Delivered,” Tom learns that Mr. Steinberg, his tropical island liar, and several dastardly associates are eliminated one evening by a massive thermobaric explosion. (Secret reveal: the blast is caused by a drone cargo 747 loaded with the mythical “C-12” ultra-high explosive [a non-RDX, post-nitroamine agent]. Why? Because.) As a bonus, the reader also witnesses Tom’s fond memories from the time it was his honor to assassinate a chief associate of Steinberg in Sicily. That extrajudicial hit, by the way, will be explicated in my forthcoming novella AURELIUS. Remember, all men and women, that fiction has the stirring ability to connect the reader to assorted subjects by creating a personal link between those subjects and the reader’s thoughts and emotions—a powerful and sometimes fun force. In conclusion, I recommend a few random novels for the esteemed consideration of my readers here. First, there’s the self-serving mention, again, of The Substitute. Then there’s Counterparts by the late Gonzalo Lira. Next, we have The Ways of the Dead by Neely Tucker. After that, I am currently enjoying the heck out of The Lightkeeper by Sherry Shenoda, a fantastic Christian fictional tale possessed of a keen and unusual literary quality. Finally, and again of self-serving interest, there’s the soon-to-be-published Judging Athena, Christian fiction unlike any other and utterly unlike my ordinary fare. Athena is an exposition and championing of the beauty of marriage and the salvation-fostering benefits thereof. Believe it or not, even though it’s my work, there’s zero cursing, lust, or jaded polemics in it. There is a modicum of turbulent action, partly of a nature related to those instances noted above. However, when those very few scenes come along, they will be welcomed by the reader, and they unfold, divinely inspired, in a different direction than my usual compulsion. The love story itself, as compelling as it is innocent, is a superb singularity. Soon, my friends. Deo vindice.  Judging Athena by Perrin Lovett, is forthcoming from Green Altar books. This piece was published at Perrin Lovett on March 14, 2025.
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 It is my opinion that in the great war of the sovereign nations versus the satanic world disorder of clown world it appears a civil war of sorts has broken out amongst the clowns. I have no idea, really, which side is which. Though confusing, it is heaps of fun to observe from a safe distance. I’m sure one and all enjoyed the high horse-throwing of Ukraine’s unelected nazi dictator at the White House the other day. Was that the US’s way of easing out of an unwinnable war? Was it the empire shifting the burden to the clowns of Europe? Has the US joined Russia and China in the sovereign camp? Is the US even sovereign? Let’s just hedge all bets and say, “Maybe?” One thing is certain: the faux elites of the liberal globalist West are panicking as they watch the world they thought they owned and ruled slip away from their clawed fingers. Among other hasty remedial measures, they have evidently decided to co-opt what passes for mainstream conservative or traditionalist thinking in the West. Or they’re trying to re-co-opt it. Again. If one glances around, one will see the signs of convergence. I recently discovered the new alleged alternative to the World Economic Forum, the Alliance for Responsible Citizenship (”ARC”). ARC just hosted a big conference in London, England. My friends in the genuine multipolar world were not invited to participate in the various discussions. Neither were any ordinary Americans or Westerners. I, of course, was not invited, but I’ve been busy anyway. I encourage one and all to look at who was invited, both the Speakers and the Advisory Board. Some of these are really good people, like the esteemed Victor Davis Hanson. Others, however, are rather suspicious at best. If they are all so edgy and anti-establishment, then why were they gleefully allowed into the PC police state of Airstrip One? And why are they allowed on all the mainstream social media where you and I are banned? Just a few things to think about. Please consider the real utility of people like Jordan “Isn’t it soft?” Peterson, Ben Crenshaw, Mikey Johnson, so many other usual suspects, and Chris Lunsford. Lunsford is better known by his stage name and is best known for his likely astroturfed, UTA-represented song, “Rich Men North of Richmond”. Since that song came out of nowhere, I’ve maintained it is, at best, diversionary, designed to protect the “rich men” while shifting attention and ire onto more popular targets like poor people. Yes, some poor people on food stamps are short, fat, and obese. But the lion’s share of welfare spending in a place like the US goes to the rich men, particularly to their mega-corporations, and especially to their commercial banks. The banks use legislation, regulation, and super usury to milk the system harder, and they are more obese than any other group. Take a look at Peter Costello’s ARC presentation on getting young people out from under the yoke of debt. The man is dead right when he says: “If you want young people to have a good start in life, give them a DEBT FREE start.” However, it appears (from the text, at least) he shifts the discussion away from crushing personal debts and value-zapping monetary inflation imposed by the rich men to the cheerier, conservative-friendly talking point of public debts. All of these debts, all of them fake to begin with, can be easily eliminated. Yet, as Australia, like the UK and the US, is a modern liberal democracy (ARC is big on “liberal democracy”), it is little more than an agent for the international financial class. That class, being composed of greedy, retarded satanists, has no use for setting people free with honest money or things like Heaven-mandated jubilees. I suspect that ARC is run by some clown faction(s) and they now realize they have to pay a little lip service towards letting some people live semi-tenable lives. As Dr. Fadi Lama predicted, the chickens of the West are coming home to roost. Perhaps this is some compromise version of globalism light or globalism with a smiley face. (Lama was, of course, not listed as an invitee at ARC’s party.) Please take a look at ARC’s plan to “Re-Humanise” education. In the end, we are informed: “The creation and maintenance of diverse pathways of formation—necessary for the great diversity of real human beings, and to the actualisation of the unique potential of each—is the essential condition for the revitalisation of a vibrant culture.” 37-page word salads aside, would it not be better to just get out of the way and let parents educate their children, as they see fit, as they traditionally did, and within the parameters of their unique cultures? ARC raises a lot of questions. And ARC has questions for us. Please take a brief look at their big six queries. See if you detect neo-Babylonian concepts like forced unity. See if you catch transactional mention of people and families as if they’re discussing accounting line items or parts in a factory assembly line. Or how they leave financial capitalism out of their list of “mutants”. Or their obsession with free thought, free speech, free movement, free trade, and other faux “frees”. Please feel free to look deeper into this developing movement, particularly those of you out in the multipolar world who have the intelligence and spiritual fortitude to make independent sense of it. I could be wrong, but I suspect this is yet another scheme to extend the extreme anti-human sociopathy of the Enlightenment. Rather than being fooled by it once again, Christians, Muslims, and others of goodwill must—and there is no alternative—drive the final stake into that vampire and turn it to ash. It’s the responsible thing we citizens can do. We have God’s blessing, mandate, and assistance. Deo vindice. This piece was published at Perrin Lovett on March 7, 2025.
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