Three If By Deception

For whatever reason, when spring begins to turn into summer, I get the urge to look at the continuing demographic shifting of the USSA. As statistical sampling and estimated reporting fall victim to incompetence and cover-up, this urge becomes harder to satisfy. Part of me looks forward to the coming day when all things census will become as obsolete as all things electoral politics. For now, what I’m waiting on are the birth and death figures for 2022. I suppose it is given that the total number of reported living non-Hispanic Whites in the former US will be revealed to have declined for the seventh year in a row. My question is, how large will the net loss be for last year? In 2021, we lost 661,153 pale and stale ‘Muricans. That was a record, though it continued a trend of accelerating decline. My guess, and it’s just that – rank speculation – is that the decline retarded slightly. Losing another 500,0000 would be better than another 660,000 or 1,000,000. There’s just no telling yet. And that’s as of the end of last year. This year, I hate to inform one and all, but it is half over already. Between 2016 and 2021, the total number of honkeys dropped by 2,048,243, which reduced us back to where we stood during or just before 1999. 

The fact that the total number of people in our strange nation-shaped kind of place between Mexico and Canada has increased by about 50 million warm bodies since 1999 tells us something. Something that factors into our fallen percentage share. Right now, our putative number is about 56%. And falling. Assessment of these matters is stymied by a small host of issues. 330 million+ units of anything are difficult to track, especially if they keep squirming around like so many bacteria under a slide. We have a decline in meritocracy and mathematical abilities in general. We have vested interests in the reports, some of which do not necessarily align well with the truth. We also have classification issues. Beyond “non-Hispanic”, if we screen through the lighter shades in an attempt to find the subset most identifiable as the same stock from which “Americans” were originally selected – Caucasians of European descent, then 56% likely drops down to the razor’s edge of 50/50. And yeah, going back to the original dictionary and legal definitions, “Americans” are already a minority and have been. 

All things considered, it’s great that RFK Jr.’s other uncle positively assured us, back in 1965, that there would be no demographic changes to speak of. Accordingly, please ignore the foregoing along with any subsequent numbers I might report later this year. Also, please ignore your lying eyes as you stroll about the streets of the new vibrant America.

Ukraine also has some demographic issues, if one can imagine it. Caught between Russia and NATO-landia back in the 1990s, many millions of post-Soviet Ukrainians were lured one way or another. Since the beginning of the SMO, many, many more have been lured, forced out, or killed. It’s a given that the number of people in the 404 has dropped by half of the total present during the dissolution of the USSR. And even the number present in January 2022 may have been halved. This is serious, it will have consequences beyond tomorrow, and it has serious consequences today.

We suffer all manner of allegations, speculations, and rumors regarding the slow-boiling disaster between NATO and Russia. Given the smashing success of his master’s counter-offensive, Lil’ Ze was rumored to have called Mark Milley in the dead of the night last week, saying something to the effect of, “I’m winning! HEEELP!” There are a few sites that regularly post pictures and videos attesting to Ze’s master’s “success”. However, every time a Leopard, Bradley, HUMVEE, MRAP, AMX, or other WereWestern toy is turned into flaming scrap, that necessarily means that a bunch of Ukrainian men died for nothing. If you want, the stuff is out there; I ain’t got the heart today. 

Rumors circulate that Ze or someone on his behalf is about to buck NATO and desperately sue for some kind of peace. While that would be refreshing, I don’t think it would suit the Clowns. Do say a prayer for peace regarding any potential negotiation meeting. Know that a big, important meeting is scheduled for next week, just after Juneteenth, in Paris. It’s rumored that many big, head, chief Clowns will attend and try to pound out what passes for a strategy. This goes to the “fish or cut bait” I mentioned last week. In many ways, our near future hinges on any internal sanity and resistance that Lloyd Austin and Milley can muster against the raging Clowns. While we pray they cut the lines and head back to shore, they may intend to ramp up the carnage. I’ve heard loose, uneasy talk of “security guarantees” which would slowly walk Polish, then German, and finally yankee troops into a widening war. We also have the summer NATO aerial war games, Gay Defender ‘23, running until June 23, which could serve as cover for the launch of something truly idiotic and disastrous. There are plenty of other rumors as there always are.

As poorly prepared as the satanic states’ military might appear regarding real warfare, I have received information that they have a plan of attack. Be careful how you share this, but HERE IS THE TOP SECRET USSA/NATO PLAN. Note that I obtained this on the open Google-ized interwebs. (Don’t Assange me, bro Brandon).

In all semi-seriousness, if the USSA does commit to an all-out unwinnable war against Russia, then I will change how I deal with war-related issues. In fact, I won’t directly deal with them at all. While I wouldn’t mind monthly visits from Pam Anderson, the idea of being a prisoner in anyone’s embassy seems to me a little unnecessary. Instead – and this is just a sketch, something to think about before I’d have to lower things down to anthropomorphic lizards and mice or something – I have devised a grand serial work of fiction called The Fall Of Siar. If any of the weekly events covered therein ever happened to look A LOT like real-world happenings, then that is just a coincidence, a conspiracy theory, a dastardly Russian disinformation campaign, or the truth. Here’s a hint of the beta test:

THE FALL OF SIAR

© Perrin Lovett

Chapter One

The Trials of June

Martha always admired a bit of misplaced seasonal weather. Standing just outside the kitchen door, she closed her eyes and inhaled the cool air. Her breathing was easy, assisted by the force of a stiff breeze last felt during March. Now at the edge of summer, it had returned, unlooked for and unexpected, though nonetheless welcomed. As far as she was concerned, the heat could remain delayed indefinitely. Part of her mind knew it wouldn’t. Another part subconsciously realized this same long, slow-moving front also fanned the fires far to the north and shrouded Lartharach’s first city in sulfurous smoke. She would have paid no heed to the calamity over one-thousand miles away had the news not said it was a new factor in a growing list of reasons why the prices of eggs and meat rose almost daily. With a shrug, she opened her eyes again. Her ears detected, from inside the house, crackling tones of a different kind of fire.

‘His indictment serves as further proof that it was never a good idea to elect as prime minister a man named Clunk!’ Thonslow scoffed to his boys. Finishing a gesture towards the open newspaper on the table he took another sip of tea.

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That’s a work in dispirited progress. Quality will improve as needed. Etc. Of course, should things become very hot, I likely won’t have to worry about any form of digital delivery. 

I’d like to end today by executing Plan B. That not being ready just yet, I’d like to issue a big warning for the South! However, said warning is based on a hunch I have about something I’ve sensed more than seen or read over the past few months. Accordingly, and until I have something more concrete to run with, I’ll just advise this: if you know what The Great Leap was supposed to be, and how it was stopped cold by Xi Jinping, then know that it is possible that a Minor Lateral Leap (to the South) may be in the offing. Or, at least, it might be in the late planning and infiltration stages. If it turns out to be true, then, hey(!), someone thinks we’re viable! They would also think they can rule over us. If you know, you understand. If not, don’t worry your pretty head about it. Either way, look for three lanterns.

Deo vindice!