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COLUMN: Adjusted Numbers, Sustained Outlook

15 Wednesday Sep 2021

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Adjusted Numbers, Sustained Outlook

 

Last month, I wrote about the in-progress demographic collapse and destruction of the American nation and the in-progress breakup of the United States. The column was somewhat popular and I thank you. And I knew it wasn’t going to be published in certain quarters. That’s all fine and well, though I sense that even in those places the walls of reality are getting so close as to warrant frustrated attention.

The frustration grows. For some reason – call it continuing scholarship … or morbid curiosity – I again consulted the Census numbers for 2020. Our stalwart government servants are indeed leaking the information out slowly so as to torture Americans for as long as possible. Well, those Americans that remain. 

Previously, I pondered:

If the number happens to be -439,000, then we will be knocked back to the same population we were at two decades ago, 195,975,000. In other words, Whites have remained statistically stagnant this entire Century even as the total US population has increased by 50 million people. That accounts for the drop of the White percentage of the population from 69.1% in 2000 to less than 60% today (likely 57-59%).

[In 2020, there was a net loss of 482,000 Whites, sufficient to erase all gains of the entire 21st Century. The total loss, from 2016 through 2020, is 1,245,103. Assuming the trend continues this year, we could stand, at the end of December, with 2,000,000 fewer Whites. All other measured groups continue to gain population, both as percentage shares and in total numbers. Additionally, we absorb, daily, around 7,000 illegal invaders (that the Empire knows about). That means that as we lose another 500,000, 600,000, or 700,000+ Whites in 2021, they will be replaced by approximately 2,000,000 not-Americans, almost 100% of them non-White.

I think it is safe to say that the promises from the Senate, regarding the Hart-Celler Evil Act of 1965, that there would be no noticeable demographic changes, were all intentional and calculated lies. It is also safe to remove the false and slanderous “conspiracy theory” label from the Great Replacement, now, reality and not any kind of theory, as it is statistically and observably demonstrable and is a reality that the modern architects boast about with glee].

Hark! They revised some of the data, which I genuinely believe reflects honest and accurate reporting. The results are honestly, accurately depressing. There is a wee bit of fuzziness concerning the total number of Whites alive today, adjusted up from about 195 million to 196 million. That’s within the margin of error and not a concern (outside the 57-59% of the population part). The problem is that the net decline in Whites during 2020 was not 439,000, nor 482,000. Based on the most recent assessment, which, again, I think is fair and accurate, we lost another 627,854 Whites in 2020. 

Pick a comparable metro area and imagine it just vanishing. B-A-D.

In the past five years, we have lost a net total of almost 1.4 million Heritage Americans. If 2021 is anything like 2020, then the number rises to 2 million and some change. If the constant trend of increase continues, we may have already reached or exceeded that total.

The rates and numbers of White births and deaths have essentially been reversed. As older Whites die off at a slowly accelerating pace, fewer young Whites are having children. It’s math, not magic – though there is evil behind it, like a satanic plan unfolding.

Part(s) of that plan are seeing hospital maternity wards close as the governing idiots terminate the intelligent nurses who refuse to poison themselves. The plan resulted in a forecast that America will need fewer OBGYNs and pediatricians this decade and beyond. Of course, if American women aren’t having children, what would be the point otherwise?

When a People die out, their culture dies with them. We’re already seeing it, seeing the replacement. There’s a reason why the National Archives just added “warning labels” to the sacred Constitution and other early American documents. The replacement population, having no interest in the enlightenment, limited government, freedom, or civilization, are offended that men in America once revered those things. But, we’re all equal and so forth…

Should one track the decline, just this century – and I don’t really recommend the effort – then one will notice that the real slide started in 2008. Previously, despite the slowing of our growth, we did manage to add another 300-400,000 new Whites each year. However, in 2008 the great decrease commenced. It led us into a virtual standstill in 2015, and into red, negative territory in 2016. Each year thereafter, the numbers keep getting worse (assuming one cares about America, that is).

The reader will recall what inevitability befell the US back in 2008. These numbers are proof that the damaging effects of the Great Recession have never ended, in fact, growing worse, year to year. 

These effects are the product of many factors. Chief among them are the Boomers abortion genocide of younger White generations and the collapsing of the globohomo monetary and economic Ponzi scheme in the US. In other words, two of the greatest contributors to the demise are (and were) demographics and debt.

The third to half of Generation X, the Millennials, and Gen Z murdered by our selfish, stupid older generations, were replaced by a never-ending stream of incompatible foreigners. There is no magic dirt and there are no magic words; these new peoples are not and never will be Americans. Yet, they grow while we decline.

The unaborted Whites of the past 50 years faced cultural, political, and economic challenges never faced by any cohort of Americans before. All the while, the wicked Boomers preached the same exceptional lies of exceptionalism that they themselves had helped to make impossible in attainment. Young Whites have been misled into debt and despair to the point where they cannot afford to have children – while living the fake “American dream,” that is. The kids were already struggling up the hill; 2008 tossed a grenade down the slope. 

Are there solutions? Of course! The formula can be reversed with relative ease by simply having more Posterity children while deporting incompatibles. Both of those things will happen, God willing, in the new European, Western nations that form in the wake of the unfolding Balkanization of the Disunited States. They won’t or can’t happen in the here and now because too many people cannot see or refuse to see the problem, let alone speak of solving it. In fact, the most debased of these fools still refuse to recognize that there is an “us,” let alone a “them.”

All of this is the end result of the embrace of both wickedness and stupidity. One by itself is bad enough; together they are a nation-destroying combination. And all of this was to be expected. There’s even a Book that promises such affliction in payment for wickedness. Here we are.

COLUMN: Operation Northwoods: Twenty Years of Terror and Tyranny

08 Wednesday Sep 2021

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Operation Northwoods: Twenty Years of Terror and Tyranny

 

Before we discuss the austere anniversary coming this Saturday, September 11, 2021, how many of you remember the halcyon-by-comparison Twentieth Century? In a sense, it wasn’t that long ago, almost like yesterday. In other ways, it feels like ancient history.

Today, like Gandalf before the graven doors of Moria, straining his mind for “Mellon!,” there are still libertarians and conservatives in the Disunited States who expect, at any moment, some magic word, correctly incanted, to restore what has been lost and to open the gates of a long-gone free civilization. Of course, they, unlike the wizard, lack genuine faith, purpose, coherent ideologies, or even the ability to discern reality. Where he succeeded, they will fail. In fact, they already have. 

Maybe it was the maverick naval officer in him, or maybe it was his aristocratic upbringing, or his charming but steely determination, but John F. Kennedy attempted to govern as America’s President as if he truly was the Chief Executive. He was the final leader to do so. That’s probably one of at least four reasons why the Dark State murdered him. Another leading cause would be his insistence that the people’s government and not the devil’s banksters controlled America’s monetary supply. He also ordered, as if he were in charge, the Zionists to knock off their nuclear ambitions. And he staunchly rejected Operation Northwoods. One, two, three, four strikes, and he was out.

Northwoods was another false flag paramilitary scheme dreamed up by the Joint Chiefs, the DOD, and the CIA back in 1962. Desiring a reason to attack Cuba, America’s real enemies designed a plan whereby CIA-backed “terrorists” would hijack commercial airliners and fly them, cruise missile-style, into East Coast skyscrapers. The resulting carnage was calculated as sufficient to justify another splendid little war. 

Upon hearing the plan, JFK reportedly said something along the lines of, “Are you out of your fucking minds?! Take this treason and get out of my sight!” Upon shuffling out of the Oval Office in defeat, one of the conspirators allegedly mumbled something like, “6.5 mm Carcano?”

They lost that day. Kennedy lost another. We all lost roughly thirty-nine years later. If you’ve connected the dots, then you’re probably correct. Replace “Cuba” with “Islam.” Replace a real president, a warrior hero, and the paramour of Marilyn-freaking-Monroe with a pathetic shill bearing the facial expression and mental abilities of a chimpanzee. Was an updated Operation Northwoods the attack(s) of September 11, 2001? After twenty years of studying the events along with associated maladies, that is my belief. If your evil excuse for a government attacked its own nation and people, then it was not for the first time, nor for the last.

Last year, I summed up my personal experiences from The Day and the ensuing years. It’s still vaguely worth reading. You certainly recall what you were doing that morning. You probably even recall the first person you spoke with once you’d heard the news. My first contact, made immediately after the Chimp departed that elementary school, was with a talkative just-retired CIA PMOO. 

Who, exactly, did it? Thanks to a coverup that evaded even the Commission tasked with investigating the crime, we the living will probably never know. Without a doubt, the original conspirators in the DOD and the CIA, along with their controllers, and their friends and lovers in the banks and the military-industrial complex, would have run the operation. They would have received assistance from other nefarious terrorist groups like the governments of Israel, Saudi Arabia, the United Kingdom, and perhaps a few others.

Who was not involved? Osama bin Laden had nothing to do with it. He said as much and was seconded by the FBI. The Taliban had nothing to do with it. The valiant, to-be-backstabbed Qassem Soleimani told the likely chief conspirators as much even as he assisted them with their next steps in the fall of 2001. Saddam Hussein had nothing to do with it. None of the groups or persons who were blamed were in any way responsible, evidently including some of the alleged hijackers themselves. As with everything else the government and its wholly-owned lapdog media has ever told you, every part of the 9/11 narrative is a complete fabrication.

Burning jet fuel can’t melt steel. It can heat and weaken it, but it cannot melt it. It certainly cannot boil it. Because of the great structural integrity of the Pentagon and the World Trade Center Towers One and Two (both towers designed to withstand impact from jumbo jets), the conspirators almost certainly added high explosives and nano-thermites to the plan. The forgotten collapse of Tower Seven was absolutely determined to be exclusively the result of controlled demolition. 

Vaporized iron and steel, along with associated substances, once inhaled, cause lung cancer. That explains why NYC firefighters keep dying of the disease. Do we add them to the original death toll? Few know or care.

In lower Manhattan, cleanup crews had to wait months for the burning thermite hotspots and pools of molten steel to cool. I flew over NYC at the end of November 2001 and saw the fires still smoldering and burning. But, as fast as possible, contractors cut up, tore out, and hauled away the debris. All of the wreckage and all of the evidence of the worst crime in American history was permanently destroyed. There were so many other anomalies in this case, that they essentially became the standard. Few know or care.

Just before my Big Apple flyover, I had been to Mordor, where I heard from the authors of the hideously ill-named PATRIOT Act all the wonders it would allow. Because the monstrosity was drafted months and years before 9/11, they knew it backward and forwards. At the time, I did not know or suspect as much. Perhaps I should have, but I did not; however and to my credit, I did voice various concerns about the obvious losses of American liberty embedded in the wonderful new enabling act. Again, now, few outsiders know or care.

Twenty years later, and what do we have to show? Domestically, this is an entirely different country. Third-world peoples were maliciously and falsely scapegoated as the culprits back then. Yet, their kind form the bulk of our immigrants this century. We did not have to fight them over there; they are conquering us over here. The domestic surveillance state, denied to exist by most people circa 2000, was cranked up to “10,” with the same stupid majority championing the unnecessary evisceration of their rights. Only the government, the same hellish entity that 99.999999% certainly caused the calamity, benefited from the ensuing insanity. It set the tone and example for what was to come – what has come.

Overseas, many things happened in the wake of Northwoods – all of them bad for Americans. War, war, and more war led to defeat, defeat, and more defeat as measured by conventional standards. These war crime charades that displaced millions, killed millions, maimed millions, and squandered trillions of dollars of resources, did benefit the cause of a Greater Israel, at least temporarily and tangentially. They likely helped finance the (failed) Great Leap while also providing cover for the Diaspora’s (losing) cold war with the Sino-Russian Alliance. The wars drove economies to the brink of disaster while enriching the vampiric elite. It was all of it a boon for evil and catastrophe for the innocent. 

I started writing a draft of this column in the middle of the summer. I knew that, eventually, the people of Afghanistan would regain control of their country; I just didn’t anticipate the incredible speed of the reconquest. Hilariously, after Amerika lost its longest war ever, the Taliban regained their nation in about a week! To the very end, though, the necromancers on the Potomac kept calling forth wicked spirits. All of the military equipment left behind was abandoned on purpose in hopes of destabilizing the region in the absence of direct imperial control. It also gave the idiots at FAUX News something to babble about. (And, no, the Russians and Chinese do not want and would not take our obsolete junk). Here’s to hoping those parting gifts are put to better use by the rising Afghans. As I’ve noted before, the Taliban provide another example of the triumph of nationalism and faith over the forces of globalism. May that spirit continue to spread. 

In the wake of Northwoods-Eleven, most of the people of the world were, in one way or another, conditioned to accept degradation, defeat, and humiliation. That goes double for Western peoples and triple for Americans. They were conditioned for a reason. A great, resetting reason. We are now in the midst of another luciferian plot of unbelievable magnitude, the COVID biological war, war crime, and hoax. There’s also, from the same base satanists, the demographic destruction of America, now almost complete. As such, as things now completely unravel, the shadow of Northwoods grows thin by contrast.

Still, it is important to remember. The word may be misplaced, but it is, in a way, reassuring, to understand that a wicked group who committed one crime (among ten thousand others) would, in fact, commit one more. If allowed, they will just keep committing them. It is appropriate to say, “never forget.” Most have, of course, if they ever really knew. They won’t understand or care about what happens next either. The more things change, the more people behave the same. 

Out of all the lies squawked and parroted by the press about 9/11, this week and in general, one incidental truth does leak through. It would be nice to finally go after those responsible.

Discuss at FPC.

Eulogy for Thomas George Moore (1948 – 2021)

02 Thursday Sep 2021

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Eulogy for Thomas George Moore (1948 – 2021)

Perrin Lovett

He had the education bug. That’s how I met him in the fall of 2018. More accurately, he had a desire to defend and further Western Civilization, via teaching as with all his other professional endeavors. Freshly returned from his Creative Writing studies at University College Cork, Ireland, and while fine-tuning A Fatal Mercy, he hurled himself, in partibus furibundus, into and against the machinery of the public school system.

He was never one to say he’d been there and done that, though he seemingly had been everywhere and done everything. Rather, what he gleaned and remembered would be offered in answer to some question or as confirmation of what was suspected. His input was always valuable and welcomed. His was a life fully lived and richly rewarded. Herein, I hope to share just a few of my memories to complement what the reader may already know about Tom Moore. Small parts of the following might be new material for almost everyone. Writing is and is not the easiest job. We of the craft are never satisfied with any result. To my eyes, what follows is too brief, too hollow, and too unworthy. And it pained me to write it. Yet, at the same time, a sense of joy came over me as I plodded through. I hope that joy is what is imparted to the reader.

Providence dictated or arranged that I should follow a similar course in pursuit of teaching in the same place and at the same time. He started exactly as I did, as a lowly, roaming substitute teacher, overqualified though woefully bereft of the sacred, magical credentials. Circumstances and a vacancy soon had him helming a high school French program, a position for which he was perfectly qualified. On Tuesday, November 27, 2018, it was my privilege to cover a day’s classes in his absence. 

I was extraordinarily selective in assignments, or so I tried to be. I knew the school and the subject. On a “Meet the Teacher” webpage, I caught a glimpse of an intriguing character. Above his long list of academic and professional experiences and accolades was a picture – some of you have seen it – of Tom seated by the water looking… Wait a moment. Here it is.

Pleasant, but what? Sly? There was obviously something going on in that head. There always was. I liked him even before I met him. There was also his name juxtaposed against the lessons he taught; I said to myself, “an English Saint … teaching French.”

I liked him more, that particular school day, despite his not being present. Many or most teachers, of any subject, are for lack of a better word, average. Some are very good. Few are great. And an observant outsider can sense the greatness, even indirectly. His classes were well organized. The students appeared at ease. There was a feeling that things just clicked, and well, inside those four concrete walls. Further evidence presented itself during a morning free period when a trio of young ladies stopped by and stayed the hour. While unannounced to me, their visit was a daily occurrence. They came to Tom’s room because it was the one place or the best place in the school that made sense to spend their free time. They were at liberty to study trigonometry or whatever it was in peace and under the carefree watch of an intellectual and a gentleman rather than under the scorn of a monitor or an enforcer. It was a bare preview of lunchtime.

Around noon, a class departed and I pondered where to eat and enjoy yet another cup of coffee. Then, they came. And they just kept coming. More and more until Tom’s little lecture hall filled to standing-room-only capacity with teenagers. Most were eating. Most were talking. A few read or wrote or calculated. All were happy to be there. Some were his French students, others were not. I classify them into two rough categories: the cool kids, and the good kids (any teacher knows the types and appreciates the intersection). It was a great mix of both scholarly athletes and socially-adjusted academics. I was amazed.

At length I inquired and was informed by several voices at once something to the effect, “Mr. Moore is just cool. He likes us and we like him.” So it was. He was cool. He was popular for that and, just as importantly, for not being a jerk. In a mad asylum of rules, conformity, and dread, his room was the one place where these young adults could come and be treated as such, treated like human beings. It was like a clubhouse scene from another era, perhaps as might have been portrayed by Normal Rockwell.

Not long thereafter, he called me. Being of a similar disposition, I was approved of by the students and they requested I return when needed. His classes joined my “go-to” list as my selectivity further narrowed. 

Within a few weeks, we met in person. I was sporting one of my trademarked Christmas ties and he was wearing a black sweater, semi-casual but officious enough looking. At first sight, he looked like the man who would run such a scene as I just described. Then we talked. 

This was not the process of making a new friend. It was like meeting a brother one hasn’t seen in years, like looking into a mirror of thought and viewpoint. We had much more in common than a shared interest in education. There was a distinct overlap of experience, interests, and intelligence. To put it plainly, few of my friends think or act as I do. Tom was the archetype of the few. He inspired me. More than once he even confounded – the rascal had the audacity to hit me with my own most lamented favorite question!

The older I grow, the less I care for certain aspects of post-modernity, especially the trend towards what is pitifully termed “post-literacy.” I have, for the most part, given up, but I used to, under appropriate circumstances ask various bystanders, “have you ever read … ?” Frequently, regardless of whether I ended the question with “Tacitus,” “Flaubert,” or “Dr. Seuss,” I was met with a silent stare. Not so with Tom. On the contrary, he was known to turn my weaponized words against me. 

By way of example, on Thursday, April 1, 2021, he sent me an email titled “Checking In.” It commenced as follows:

Have you ever read or heard of the world-famous novel of 1933, THE FORTY DAYS OF MUSA DAGH, by Franz Werfel?  …

While I am (and was) somewhat familiar with the underlying martial subject matter, world-famous or otherwise, sadly my answer was “no.” Fortune provided me the chance of a reply over the telephone so as to erase any permanent record of my ignorance. (Oops). He did that more than once. In my defense, I too occasionally posed the challenging literary inquiry.

That was the nature of a good part of our relationship – a continuous back and forth of ideas, questions, and answers – a quest for the truth. 

Our quixotic quests against academic Leviathan ended at about the same time and with similar displacements. I declare we both accomplished our goals! We are both writers. He was a great master while I toiled in the shadows. I considered him, and maybe he never liked or accepted the title, my mentor, at least in all things fiction. He was a fan of my weekly national affairs ramblings. “Your stuff’s as good as anything out there,” he’d say. And by “out there,” he meant the top tier of the hard right. He was confident even if I still remain unsure. There was, however, no questioning his ability. 

A Fatal Mercy is, as I have written previously, a classic. With that work, which I suppose now stands as his opus, he did many things. It is brilliant historical fiction, but more. It is a civilized and sophisticated romance, but more. At its end, structurally and philosophically, it is the masterful interweaving of classical Greco-Roman wisdom, the great tale of the end of America’s Republican Age, and the perils of our present world as glimpsed even in 1913. It says as much (and more) in his fantastic text:

One reason we study the Classics, apart from the value of the knowledge itself, is for what they may teach us about our times.

Now it had all been shattered, not just the system of Negro slavery, but the Old Republic itself.

Power transmutes into empire. Empire begets hubris. Hubris brings ruin.

The book and its esteemed author describe, vividly and from detailed character interactions, one civil war passed by, while foreshadowing and warning of another threatening to come. It is not a book I could have, or would have written, but it does well suit my own hopes and trepidations. For those reasons, perhaps more, it is my favorite of his works.

A closely related aside: On the day after Tom passed, his beloved Rhonda declared The Hunt For Confederate Gold her favorite. It is certainly more relatable, in a way, to the modern reader, with its current themes and faster pace. I classify it as a good-to-great book, yet outside, below the highest standing of A Fatal Mercy. Tom once almost dismissed it as “amateurish.” I was tempted to take offense, but the shadow does not correct the master. 

Another brief aside: Tom was uniformly even-keeled. Until he wasn’t. I’ve read through all the consolation replies to his obituary. Every one of them nails his personality. He was a gentleman, a scholar, the personification of the grand Old South, and the Citadel, a benefactor, and just about every other popular positive laurel combined into a man. There was also a rarely seen heat beneath his collar. It peaked out seldom and only at warranted times – a glare, a changed tone, a clenched fist, quick fits of expressed righteous anger about something or things. It was one of my favorite among his many personality traits. It is also a high mark of an actionable gentleman. A Scot. A Saxon. Or a Viking. If you ever saw it, you probably liked it, unless, of course, you were the target. One might have been tempted to call it cute, but for a certain strength or seriousness behind it.  It was a little fire that our current crop of gentlemen might do well to rekindle. 

Back to our discussions, as it happened, there was usually a general agreement between us. Where or when we differed, it was still a profitable exchange of knowledge or opinion. With him gone, I feel like half of my brain is missing. Time and again, I catch myself thinking or saying, upon reading something in the news, “I have to tell Tom about this…” The fact that I no longer can now stabs me like cold steel. 

Tom’s professors at UCC taught him well, though they obviously had in him great clay to mold. He was, in turn, a wonderful teacher. Far from merely humoring my novelizations and story-tellings, he could and did correct my foibles as necessary. I learned much from him. He claimed to like my various dialogues, said by him in general, probably correctly, to be the hardest aspect of convincing fiction. “You not only have the voice,” he said, “but you also have a great ear.” While I uttered a semi-confident, quiet “yes,” he soon explained the terms of art. Little things like that.

He had so many irons still in the fire. He was ghost-writing a book. He dabbled in screenplays. He was, at one point, approached about turning A Fatal Mercy into a movie or mini-series. I cheered those points even if I never delved too deeply into them. I was, on the other hand, acutely aware of some of his other latter-day work. He wrote, not quite in secret, a large portion of English historical fiction, English with a touch of the Irish. I had the privilege of reading much of it. “Tom,” I told him on the phone, “I can literally see this as a movie in my head, an older Errol Flynn kind of movie!” He enthusiastically agreed. It was, all of it, utterly fantastic. 

And, there was more still. He stated that he wanted to collaborate with me on a few things. I’m not at liberty to say exactly what, but we did commence a few projects. He referred to them as “our,” though they were generally “his.” My part was as, what? Editor? Sounding board? Agent? Wingman? For the most part, I simply marveled as another story unfolded, one beyond cutting edge, with a feel and humor perhaps more at home in the mind of a Zoomer than a Boomer.

One more aside (I love these): Tom, a 1948-issue Baby Boomer, delighted in the battle waged by some, such as Vox Day, against Boomerdom. One evening, over dinner out, he surprised us all with his declared admiration for “The Day of the Pillow.” Only Tom. The Gen-Z high school kids were right. He was cool. Too cool. By the power vested in me, I hereby posthumously elevate him to honorary Generation X status, with all the unconcerned angst and nonchalance that entails. 

What, if anything, may ever become of our shared projects? I do not know. But I am grateful just to have been along for the ride.

I will tell the intrepid reader about this one! We talked on the phone or through the computer frequently. And approximately once a month, we gathered in person for what we (he) deemed rendezbrews. Perhaps these were our periodic homages to Tolkien and Lewis. They involved ideas – higher and lower – and beers. At one such meeting, early this summer, he gave me this:

Pictured on the original red folder he handed me like a spy. © by “Thomas Lovett???”

No! It’s partially redacted for a reason; you don’t need to know everything. Of course, what’s pictured is almost everything that came out of that concept. It was a novel proposal, one of those potentially sloppy tomes like Varney the Vampire (more long than sloppy, no?) cobbled together by two authors, perhaps one chapter on, one chapter off. The cover is as far as we ever got and I do not think readers should look forward to a finished book anytime before the turn of the next century, if then. In short, he had a vague plot in mind, based on our mutual perceptions of Washington, and he wanted to deploy a certain existing ex-CIA character of mine to, uh, “accomplish things.” How that would have worked, I’m just not sure. I am sure it would have been fun.

There was, again, so much more. The man was a boundless spring of creativity. He was also a source who never tired of giving opinions, praise, or fair, constructive criticism. He was ever supportive, bearing the keen ability to contribute just the right idea or counterpoint at just the right time. As friends and brothers used to correspond with written letters, we emailed. I have a vast trove of those missives to sort through. One day, they might be worth assembling into something greater.

Enough, for now, of books, ideas, ideologies, and the like. 

A final aside: On the sometimes silly, sometimes serious front, we held a joint affinity for a certain foreign-born, alliteratively-named film actress of considerable talent and temperament. She never met Tom and never will. She, like everyone else good and true, would have loved him. If I ever meet her, I’m going to tell her about the coolest teacher-soldier-statesman-author-intellectual she will never know. She, more than most in Hollywood, stands right and tall against the anti-culture. Or, at least, she stands apart from it. I might advise her that “courage and fortitude are never in vain.” That quote, too, is from a classic novel you might know and I was desperate for some reason to fit it in here.

To conclude matters, Tom has triumphed. His is a legacy in this world that will remain untarnished. A rare accomplishment. Most importantly, he has won the great victory and now has assumed his rightful place in Heaven. He was and is a winner, a matter assured just as (one more quote!) Shadpole told Drayton that day at the track, “you goan win, for sho.”

We have lost. My continued prayers and thoughts are with Rhona, Thomas, Jr., John, Stuart, et al. My thoughts are with you if you knew Tom. For, I know. I have lost. I lost my friend, my mentor, and my partner in crime. I have lost a brother. But I, like all whose good fortune led Tom into their lives, have gained a memory, a clarity, and a powerful force and purpose. 

Farewell, and God bless, Tom. Until we meet again.

COLUMN: It Was America

25 Wednesday Aug 2021

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It Was America

 

*Today, I offer a hearty “hello” to all my friends, old and new, at Freedom Prepper. Look for these columns on a weekly basis. Some concern “prepping,” directly or indirectly, and some do not. Some are better than others. All are, in my humble opinion, interesting enough to warrant reading. -PL

This column is a colloquial follow-up to some of my more recent concentration on the rapidly shifting demographics of the United States and the changes thereby wrought. The idea came to me from “Through the Years,” a wonderful article by Madeline Hughes of the Andover (MA) Townsman. 

Andover was, and is, to my eyes, the quintessential New England town, a place like Mayberry had it been imagined by Norman Rockwell had he been a Pilgrim. And its story and trajectory somewhat follow that of THE STREET as written by H.P. Lovecraft, though with the transitional part of that fictional tale being delayed a good century and without the sci-fi ending. Europeans had passed through the general area for some time before one of them thought to settle down and build a cabin. More followed and the town, informally settled in 1642, was chartered in 1646. It was The Street, a bastion of noble, pragmatic, hard Anglo-Saxon Protestants from England. For a quarter of a millennium, it retained its original character and culture. 

The English were, of course, joined by newcomers from Wales, Ireland, Scotland, France, and Germany. As the centuries progressed, there came faces from Italy, Poland, Greece, and Russia. Catholics arrived, though in Andover they tended to complement, rather than contend with, the existing Protestants better than in many places. Overall, the character remained the same, with a stern and noticeable emphasis on the second word in New England. By 1946, when Ms. Hughes’s story picks up, the census still recorded a settlement that was roughly 99-100% White European; my guess would be that the largest components of the population would have been descended from the English, Irish, and French residents of old. They were traditional, definitional Americans. The few true outside minorities did whatever they had to in order to blend in, either because they wanted to or because they feared what would happen if they didn’t. Here and there, then, and especially now, a select few of the revolutionary types Lovecraft lamented worked, with mixed success, to modify the homogeneous nature of the town and area. 

Andover is now 375 years old. Eighty-six-year-old George Walsh recalled the times around the Tricentenary of 1946. Walsh spoke of another day in, really, another country. Back then – and this may come as a surprise to many younger readers – children played outside. Without supervision. And they had fun. And it was safe. And right. The local fire department used to sound a whistle to tell the kids to return home for dinner. The same fire department, says Walsh, sometimes recruited stronger boys to assist with fighting brush fires. Something suggests that it might be illegal today, the assistance or even the whistle. A lot of things are illegal today in Massachusetts. 

His one revelation that really caught my attention was the coal truck. On hot summer days, the local coal company would shuttle children, presumably in the back of a dump truck, to Pomps Pond on the south side of town. One might presume the frivolities there were unsupervised. Who organized the activities? Who remembered the sunblock? Who fretted about horrible things that would never happen? Who, as the question goes, “thought about the children?” They did. They took care of themselves. It worked out well. 

Today, the spot is still very popular in the heat of summer. However, hazarding a guess, your author might suggest that perhaps only ten percent of the 1946-levels of youngsters are present any given day. And today’s kids are assuredly under the close watch of helicopter moms, sitters, or nannies. It’s still fun, but it’s different. Back then, there were no troubles of the modern sort. Andover today has a remarkably low crime rate, far below the average of Greater Boston. But, today, the moms and nannies must be cognizant, in the backs of their minds, of nightfall and a certain element which was previously unheard of and intolerable in Essex County. 

Walsh noted that, back then, it was “easier living.” He talked about the strong sense of community. He ended the interview with a sense of pride in the continuing spirit of Andover. It is still alive, and well, but it too is slowly changing.

Back at Pomp’s Pond, in 1946, there had to have been a very few problems – of the childish sort. One would be correct in suspecting that some of the little kids were occasionally bullied. One would also be correct to suspect that almost all of them grew up stronger because of it. Those rougher boys who got in the fistfight? They may have done minor damage to each other. However, they walked away as friends and turned into the policemen, firefighters, and soldiers of the future, strong men of the kind the survival of a society depends on. And, those two older children? The young teens, the boy, and the girl. The ones who ducked away for a little extra fun. What about them? (All of the activities I’ve just listed are the stuff of nightmares for helicopter moms, nannies, and busybodies). Well, the overly romantic youth grew up and got married. They stayed married. They had four, or five, or six children – passengers for future truck rides down to Pomps. 

Today, more so than elsewhere in the US, Heritage Americans in Andover still tend to have children at the replacement level. Three or four children are not unusual. But larger families, like coal truck hitchhiking, are mostly relics of the past. Globalism and the post-modern economy have taken a toll on the population in terms of quantities and dynamics. Families, together or in parts, move away from town more frequently than they used to. They break up, taking a little part of society with them. Modernity also brought in additional outsiders from 1946 until today.

The Census says the town is still approximately 75% White – down from 91% at the beginning of this century. Blacks today, as for most of Andover’s history, remain a tiny single-digit minority. The same goes for Hispanics, who are much less likely to dwell in Andover than in nearby Lowell or Lawrence. The big growth has been in the Asian population, now about 15% of the total. A glance at the school system provides a clearer picture of the near-term future. At Andover High, Whites are around 70%, with Asians around 20%. Note: Phillips Academy is even more diversified, owing to an increased level of politicization above and beyond the ordinary Massachusetts proportion.

One thing does not necessarily follow another, but they do tend to trend in the same general direction. The politics of Andover (or anywhere else) follows the culture, which is, in turn, a product of the identity of the people. In a way, Andover is a poor example of America’s demographic alteration because, in Andover, it has been much slower and less pronounced than elsewhere. It’s also of a different character. If things continue as they are, then, in a few decades, the town may host the feel and manner of New England coupled with New China. In this case, it’s a matter of a change rather than a decline. A shift from Western to Eastern Civilization is, at least, still concerned with civilization. Many areas of the country have suffered a more profound and negative transformation.

There again, Andover is an excellent example of what has been lost, to the extent that anything has been lost. It’s more a case of something having been given away rather than having been taken. Well, now, was it given? Or, was it taken? If taken, it probably won’t be given back. If given, may it be taken back?

Yet, something is gone, seemingly forever. Whether it fell from political, economic, cultural, or identitarian changes is debatable but the absence is not. The happy free-range play of children was replaced with screens and organization. The busybodies won their quest to control. Growing up with determination and self-reliance is replaced by not growing up. Large generational families are replaced with transfers, promotions, divorces, and “family planning.” The older ways are slowly forgotten. The older sanctities become frowned upon. The people are no longer exactly one. 

Andover still hangs on, for now, in defiance of the fallen age. Today, it is surprisingly still a mostly American town in a decidedly and increasingly unAmerican country. But, back then, it simply was America. 

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Shifting Syndication

24 Tuesday Aug 2021

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Last week’s column, Americans Finally Benefit From Washington’s Longest War, was my final regular submission to TPC. Their version was accompanied by this ending note:

That’s how history goes.

Every chapter of history comes to a close. This is the final regular C.F. Floyd Column of National Affairs, at least as written by me, for the Piedmont Chronicles. Everything has a season and everything comes to an end. I look forward to occasionally contributing somewhat periodic articles on topics of my choosing. In parting, I offer thanks and well wishes to M.B. and to the TPC team and audience.

May God bless and save the West.

-Perrin Lovett

It was published with an editor’s note:

*ed. note: after an almost 3 & 1/2 yr run, TPC’s CF Floyd Feature Column of Affairs National article by Perrin Lovett, is winding its way to an end. It’s been quite the ride w/ nary a dull moment (or lack of controversy). Big thanks to my old Terry College classmate for putting out some exceptional content here & nothing but best wishes as he concentrates more on his multiple other projects. And fear not, fearless readers, Perrin remains a Contributor here at the old newssite & says he will be making semi-occasional contributions moving forward. Also, stay tuned for the reboot of the CF Floyd Feature Column of Affairs National by MB McCart here in the next few weeks. As always, thanks for reading. -MBM

I look forward to providing semi-regular commentary at TPC on those subjects that I think their readership will appreciate. That last piece was the first new material of mine they published in two months. I think there is a divergence if not a disconnect, maybe more than one, but that it is natural. I think there is a mild aversion to some of the “controversy.” Originally, that was part of why I was recruited. Now, as I press further to the right while others do not, things change. All well and good!

They will, I believe, enjoy this year’s annual installment of the TPC Halloween Spooktacular, which is already taking shape in my mind.

Here and elsewhere, the column rolls on as usual. Many thanks to my new syndicating friends out there! *Thanks* And, these columns may soon find their way into the weekly rotation at FP, with the ability to discuss or comment at FPC. And … there is a push, slow but steady (and not by me), to move things to somewhere like Unz, Taki, and/or AmRen. Time will tell.

And this week’s adventure will likely be about time and how things changed in one small New England town over the years. Soon.

P

COLUMN: Americans Finally Benefit From Washington’s Longest War

16 Monday Aug 2021

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Americans Finally Benefit From Washington’s Longest War

 

It is the end of an empire in a place known for ending them.

In May of 1988, the Soviets fully withdrew from Afghanistan. Within two years, the corrupt, socialist People’s Democratic Party (PDPA) collapsed under assault from the Mujahideen. Another two years passed and the USSR imploded. 

This time, the same thing happened but at an unbelievable speed. Imperial US troops weren’t even 100% withdrawn before the triumphant Taliban began scooping up multiple cities and regions by the day. Kabul has fallen. The fake government is gone. The final offensive returned the nation of Afghanistan to its people. Ascendant China has already recognized the freedom fighters as the legitimate government. Astoundingly, the failed USSA has too in a way. Washington made the offer of formal diplomatic acknowledgment in the hopeful, prospective (and needless) exchange of having its embassy spared. 

Let me say, I never thought I’d be cheering for the Taliban. But, here we are. May the peace and prosperity that nationalism brings smile upon the Islamic Emirate of Afghanistan!

For their part, the Taliban have simply ignored fake president Harris’s pleas. They have apparently secured a much better deal with Beijing. The US is now safe to ignore. And there probably wasn’t going to be much violence near the embassy anyway. There was no need to abandon it. Still, it was hilarious to watch the US and the UK scramble around while the Russians sat, watched, and whistled – kind of like a reversal of the street marching scene from The Wind and the Lion.

Yet, still, the lies flowed from DC. “Remember, this is not Saigon. We went to Afghanistan 20 years ago with one mission and that mission was to deal with the folks who attacked us on 9/11. And we have succeeded in that mission,” lied fake Secretary of State and fake American Antony Blinken. He, like his father, is simply incapable of telling the truth. I will briefly explain the truth that he lied about in another column soon, no later than September Eleventh.

Unlike Blinken, the Taliban offers to Americans kind truth: 

Our message to the American people and people of the western powers who fought us, who we know are hurt by this defeat, is simple: we do not have any hatred for you. Your government, ran by Zionists and atheists, who want to spread their anti-Islamic views here, were our enemies, not you. We pray for the day when you liberate yourselves from their grip and there can be peace upon this planet.

Unlike the civil war against the PDPA, this time there was little to no resistance. Moscow’s puppet regime was roundly despised, but they were commanding and ruthless. Washington’s marionette, even more despised, didn’t even rise to the respectability level of a wet paper kitten. When the Taliban approached, fake government troops either stepped aside or switched sides. The illegitimate frauds in Kabul are already relocating (permanently, or so it sadly appears) to the US or Canada. The shills literally fell from the sky as the last C-17 departed. The Afghan people support the Taliban. And they should. 

Yes, the entirety of the last twenty years of idiotic neocon war was a complete and total waste – with one exception, which I’ll cover in a moment. The people of Afghanistan are no more interested in things like false representative democracy, hollow Enlightenment blasphemy, or, really, Western Civilization than the people of Somalia, El Salvador, or Atlanta. The antics of another failed empire and its foreign controllers notwithstanding, the Afghans will run their affairs as they see fit.

If you fought in the war, for the USSA, and are understandably upset about these predictable developments, then take some comfort. It was destined to be this way. Kindly redirect your anger towards those children of the devil who lied you into the quagmire while simultaneously destroying your nation. Learn from the experiences of others and be happy about their successes. A wonderful thing has happened! Another nation and people are free and independent, relieved of the burden of foreign luciferian control. Just as the Afghans will build something new, Americans may as well. 

If you did not fight in the war and are somehow upset about these natural developments, then just shut the hell up. You’re either part of the problem or else plain stupid. Stay silent and out of the way. The rest of us have work to do.

Now comes the benefit! Along with all the other unfolding factors demographic, cultural, political, judicial, economic, etc, this sound military defeat of what was supposedly the world’s greatest military power is a great thing for Americans. It heralds the end of the USSA and its misbegotten empire. The nature of the defeat and, especially, the speed of the collapse juxtaposed against the Soviet version, says something. Several things, in fact. 

The dead USSA cannot win a war. Any war. The Pentagram, the CIA, and the RAND Corporation have all reluctantly but unanimously concluded that the former empire cannot win a war against Russia. Or China. Certainly not against Russia and China together. Iran is doubtful, though, given the Afghan defeat, all doubt should be removed. 

If the demise of the Washington-backed fake Afghan government came about not in two years but almost instantly, then it bodes well that the final end of the USSA and a normalizing breakup may follow much faster than expected. 

Was learning that worth the massive damage caused by this failed war? No, but we must make do with what we have. Almost everything you’ve been told by the empire, its agents, and its foreign rulers about Afghanistan (and everything else) is a complete lie. Eventually, the truth shines through.

UPDATED COLUMN: White Genocide in America

13 Friday Aug 2021

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White Genocide in America

UPDATED, 8/13/21: The following updates, [in brackets] reflect my assessment of yesterday’s Census propaganda conference and the associated, limited release of data].

In the mid-Nineteenth Century, the Xhosa Tribe of Africa attempted mass suicide, or auto-genocide, because a teenaged girl had a dream about a cow. Keep that stunning historical tidbit in mind.

I’ve been looking forward to writing this column, about two closely related topics, for over a year now. Or, rather, I’ve been dreading it. Last summer, I came up with a rambling comparison of the dying United States with South Africa. I let it fizzle, which is just as well. White Europeans in both countries are in a similar situation, however, it’s not the similitude I wanted or expected.

Many good people sometimes refer to the plight of Whites in SA as “White genocide.” I’ll just leave the subject as a plausible grey area issue. I will note there are fewer Whites there now than there were in 1994. But, if a huge number of Whites had not expatriated to somewhere else, then the total number would be higher. The subject population would still be a shrinking minority of the national whole, but the percentage would be derived from a higher absolute number. That is not the case in the fading US.

Last year, the Brookings Institute noticed something unusual in the Census estimate numbers. For the first time ever, it appeared that the total number of Whites in the US – the total number, not the percentage of the whole population – had fallen. From 2009 through 2019 we lost an estimated 16,612 Whites. Alarmed, I wrote something about it at the time, and I conceived of this column. Whereas I was alarmed, others, let’s just say, are a little more than happy. This link is to a mild reaction; others have been downright celebratory. For my part, like Brookings, I’ve been waiting on confirmatory information from the official 2020 Census. At this point, I’m not sure that information is coming.

Full reporting from 2020 by the Bureau is tardier than I can ever remember. They, of course, cry “COVID!” That might be a valid concern as the hoax has disrupted just about everything in the past eighteen months. However, this Census is of a different variety than its predecessors. Take the constantly evolving statistical sampling from the yearly estimates, add a pinch of techno-wizardry, divide by a little Corona-masked incompetence, and you have a recipe for … delays. April became August, which is now looking like September, and so forth. This may be the 2020 Presidential Election of headcounts. And it might be that sufficient diversity has been achieved such that the diversity can no longer account for itself. They will certainly put forth a set of numbers. Will it be an accurate set? When or if that question is answered, I may come back with an update. Here and now, I’m tired of waiting. Based on estimates, trends, and simple calculations, here follows the deal.

[These evil people, like their predecessors, know exactly what they’re doing. They’re rubbing the terminal decline of the American People in our faces as they gloat about “diversity.” I assume they have all of the numbers, however, they are slowly releasing them as a form of torture. I was correct, in a sense, as they freely admitted and boasted about “fuzzy” statistical modeling. However, their use of these numbers is specifically targeted towards eliminating pockets of Heritage Americans, “diffusing” them, as their language goes, with not-Americans].

As a preliminary matter, I’m looking at “Non-Hispanic” Whites, or Anglo-Whites (yes, realizing that we true Anglos were diffused among others previously, though all those others transited straight from Europe without culture-altering layovers). I get the confusing breakdowns and what they may or may not mean. The Anglo-Whites best represent heritage, Posterity Americans, essentially being one and the same; if they’re not necessarily “the best,” then they’re the best stand-ins. Hereinafter, I just refer to them as “Whites,” and/or “we.” I’m also looking at the entire national picture. For anyone who wants to know, I reasonably calculate that, as of 2020, or certainly, as of today, Georgia is a majority non-White state. For those who just happen to reside in Newton County, GA, which I randomly selected, Whites only account for perhaps 40 percent of the population – down from over 70% three decades ago. The Newton situation is really easy to understand. Forever, you good people were a little extension of merry, old England. You’re now a budding little extension of merry, old Kenya, mixed in with a healthy dose of jolly, old El Salvador. You could have had more children. Could have – past tense. Enjoy your new county and state; the rest of the country is coming along right behind you.

[The non-Hispanic, or “Anglo” White count best represents the definition of “American” pursuant to the Declaration, the Constitution, the laws circa 1790, common understanding at the time of the Founding, and the then dictionary definition. In 1940, 31 States (of the then total of 48) were 90+% Anglo-White. Today, it’s only Maine. By 2030, it will be zero. In 1940, 23 States were over 95% White and 6 were over 99%. By the reported numbers, Georgia is, as of 2020, 50.1% White, suggesting that in actuality (certainly adjusted for 2021) it has fallen below 50%].

Back to the allegation of a total White numerical decline, I originally guessed that, as in the South African case, the number of annual US expatriations would cancel the alleged 16,612 missing Whites. They do not, it’s not even close. Expat figures are fuzzy, so I’m going with the outside maximum number, approximately 5,000 per year. Over the course of the subject decade (2009-2019), that’s about 50,000. They’re not all White, but I’ll assume they are. Most departed for personal or tax reasons, none of which matter. Why? Because, thanks to corrected and expanded information, 16,612 has turned into 147,681 fewer total Whites. [Scratch that – it’s worse…].

[Much worse, factoring in the dramatic decline of 2020].

Net growth in the White population had been slowing for years. It essentially ground to a halt in 2015, with only 6,648 more births than deaths. Since then, the decline has been as follows: -77,131 in 2016, -187,396 in 2017, -231,936 in 2018, and -266,640 in 2019. We lost 763,103 Posterity Americans in four years. Imagine losing the Little Rock MSA, *poof*! If one looks carefully, one plainly sees the losses are accelerating. How many did we lose in 2020? There were only 1,839,565 White births last year. Births have been falling for years, while deaths slowly increase. The birth rate is and has been well below the replacement level for some time. Whites are no longer having enough children. Mind that all of this was in progress before the Corona Hoax started. If the existing trends hold, then we could expect to lose another 300,000 to 400,000 Whites without the added stress of hysteria generated around a biowarfare campaign. If the number happens to be -439,000, then we will be knocked back to the same population we were at two decades ago, 195,975,000. In other words, Whites have remained statistically stagnant this entire Century even as the total US population has increased by 50 million people. That accounts for the drop of the White percentage of the population from 69.1% in 2000 to less than 60% today (likely 57-59%).

[In 2020, there was a net loss of 482,000 Whites, sufficient to erase all gains of the entire 21st Century. The total loss, from 2016 through 2020, is 1,245,103. Assuming the trend continues this year, we could stand, at the end of December, with 2,000,000 fewer Whites. All other measured groups continue to gain population, both as percentage shares and in total numbers. Additionally, we absorb, daily, around 7,000 illegal invaders (that the Empire knows about). That means that as we lose another 500,000, 600,000, or 700,000+ Whites in 2021, they will be replaced by approximately 2,000,000 not-Americans, almost 100% of them non-White.

I think it is safe to say that the promises from the Senate, regarding the Hart-Celler Evil Act of 1965, that there would be no noticeable demographic changes, were all intentional and calculated lies. It is also safe to remove the false and slanderous “conspracy theory” label from the Great Replacement, now, reality and not any kind of theory, as it is statistcaly and observably demonstrable and is a reality that the modern architechs boast about with glee].

Whites were around 90% of the total population seventy or eighty years ago. Over the last four to five decades, we’ve been losing an approximate average of .5% per year. That was before the negative plunge since 2015. If the pattern continues, then Whites will cease to be a majority by around 2040, possibly even by 2036. There are many unknowns in these projections. While all non-White groups continue to grow, both in terms of percentage and in absolute numbers, the growth is slowing, mainly due to decreasing non-White birth rates. Of course, non-White immigration stands by, as it has since 1965, to continue the transformation. The gigantic “X” factor just now presenting itself is how the mRNA bioweapon will change all group numbers. Should the 2017 Deagel mass die-off prediction come true (as it looks like it could), then all the foregoing is pointless rumination. However, if things continue as-is, then all of this heralds the Balkanization of the remains of the US, possibly by the end of this decade. 

[The best number – a likely fabrication on the high side – currently floated is that Whites constitute an anemic 57.8% of the population. It is entirely possible the true number is closer to 54%. At the current rate of decline, which does seem to be accelerating, we will cease to be the majority in a mere 8 years, or around 2029. The biological war is a GIANT unknown. Unreassuringly, it was engineered and is waged by the same satanists who destroyed the demographic destiny of America. One can and should assume they launched it for a reason that is most likely tied to the “diffusion” of our people. Balkanization, peaceful or otherwise, is rapidly evolving into a best case scenario].

The breakup has to happen for a variety of reasons, most of which are outside the scope of politics and economics (important as they are). To remain a nation, a nation-state must have a dominant majority. One hundred years ago, America was a nation, ninety-percent White, ninety-five percent Christian, and with a British-derived culture. Emanuel Celler’s evil plan worked perfectly; all harmony and homogeneity were lost. 

Rather than American culture, in a few short decades, what’s left of the country could be a free-for-all between plurality groups: Whites, White Hispanics and Mestizos, and Asians. Civil war and uncivil divorce are a given under just about any conceivable scenario. And many former and current minority groups might come to regret the changes. Blacks might do well to look at the example set in Compton, CA the last 25 years for an example of what Latino rule could look like. They might do well to look (honestly) at what has become of South Africa since the end of White dominance. Then, they might care to glance at current Chinese operations in wider Africa for an Oriental example or version of Compton on a continental scale. Or, of course, they could just keep blaming the White Western men who freed them from slavery and attempted to integrate them into the first world. “Blame the Whites” is everyone’s favorite game now. That includes blame cast by a huge portion of Whites too. And it’s much more than mere blame; there’s action behind the aspersion.

Kindly meet the sociological concept of “cultural genocide.” The Armenian Genocide Foundation (people who would know) says cultural genocide consists of  “[a]cts and measures undertaken to destroy … [it] does not only refer to the physical extermination of a national or religious group, but also its national, spiritual and cultural destruction.” CRT, White privilege, White guilt, race-based quotas, “polar bear hunts,” toppled statues, and denigration and destruction of everything. Et cetera. Some people are offended that I keep using the capital “W.” Keep all that in mind. 

While cultural genocide was theorized by the same human rights lawyer who gave us the modern concept of outright genocide, the concept has not been codified or classified like the full version. If it were, then we might expect White (Cultural) Genocide in America to currently be somewhere in Stage Nine, Extermination (of the culture), as described by Genocide Watch. There’s a decent dose of erasure at work too, a product of the tenth and final, after-the-fact stage.

As with Celler’s luciferian legislation of 1965, this pogrom was well-planned and is being relentlessly executed. But, as with everything else – the Act of ‘65 and the great replacement, the Federal Reserve, war without end, the Coronascam, all of it, really – the scheme required dual participation. The usual lying suspects set up the ideas and the usual naive idiots acted upon them. It’s much the same with the specter of full genocide.

As in SA, the case for or of a White holocaust in the US is a nebulous matter. The hallmark of any successful extermination program is whether it leads to fewer people in the targeted group. Until very recently, all fretting aside, we simply didn’t have that. Now, we do, although the extent and the reasoning behind it are still shrouded in mystery. However, I believe that if we emerge from the haze into full genocide, then we will find ourselves already at the very end of Stage Eight, Active Persecution, and just ahead of trains to the camps, so to speak. By the way, Stage Ten involves the denial that anything ever happened – “Whites? What Whites? There were never Whites in Amerika!”

[The grey fog, while still debateable, appears to be lifting. It’s hard to believe and understand, but I think we are fully in the early phase of Stage Nine, culturally and corporeally.  It’s very hard to tell because we’re seeing active enforcement of Stage Eight Persecution and Stage Ten Denial/Erasure at the same time. Most strangely, and this has to do with the “Auto” factor, below, most of the targets do not seem to notice or mind].

*Note to Europe: Poland, et al: this could be you in sixty years; France, et al: this will be you in thirty years. The time for emergency action is right now. [Right the hell now; right now, not tomorrow and not a little later this afternoon. Now].

In conclusion, I present the saddest notion of this missive. Whether it’s likely to happen or already in progress, and whether it’s cultural or physical, this is (largely) an AUTO genocide. The usual idiots at work. Whites, particularly White men, allowed all of the changes the past century and more that led us to this point. It’s Whites who chose to take the opiates that kill them in droves. It’s Whites who are simply abandoning the ideas of family and children. This process has been in the cards for a long, selfish, greedy, moronic, short-sighted, wicked time. Remnants of Whites and of the other groups will survive and rebuild afterward. Here’s wishing them all the best of fortune. To the dwindling Posterity, I say well done and what wonderful, historic company you’ve kept. Give yourselves a pat on the back. You didn’t even need a dream about a cow.

[Going forward, most of my efforts will be directly solely towards the Remnant and those still-viable Peoples of Europe. There’s still still time to analyze why all of this happened; I suspect it has something to do wth fatal altruism, greed, overly-high trust, wickedness, and stupidity. And, the primary focus should be on rebelling against the evil and the rot, destorying it when possible, leaving it otherwise, and building new Western outpost nations. We have a lot of work to do. If you’re younger, you can start immediately by getting married and having as many children as possible].

[FURTHER UPDATE: Based on the most recent assessment, which, again, I think is fair and accurate, we lost another 627,854 Whites in 2020. Dizzying, no?].