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REVIEW ESSAY: Alexander Dugin, The Great Awakening, And Russian Higher Education Reform

22 Friday Nov 2024

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Alexander Dugin, The Great Awakening, And Russian Higher Education Reform

I originally envisioned this article as a review of five semi-randomly selected books by esteemed Russian Professor Alexander Dugin. However, as my experience with mass surveys has sometimes proven murky, with me feeling like I give short shrift to someone or some part of the analysis, I decided to take a slightly different approach. Accordingly, herein I strongly recommend a set of books by Dugin, about Dugin, or associated with Dugin. After a brief discussion of theories, I then focus on one particular work, The Great Awakening vs. The Great Reset, a book that centers on more actionable facets of (post)modern life and society. Many people, especially people in the West, like hands-on orientation and examples. While the particular project is of a distinctly Russian character, it concerns a universal necessity, thus making it of inspirational interest to many parties worldwide. I think it would be most valuable to consider what’s going on in Moscow if one wants to enbetter similar systems elsewhere.

The five Dugin books are The Fourth Political Theory, The Rise Of The Fourth Political Theory, Political Platonism, Ethnosociology, and The Great Awakening vs. The Great Reset. All of my citations herein come from the EPUB digital editions as published by Arktos; a full bibliography follows at the end.

I was tempted to include at least one book or argument critical of Dugin, but I found most of them to be disingenuous at best. The fact the Professor and his voluminous works are banned from Amazon tells those within and without the West all they really need to know. There is a reason why Dugin has been targeted with sanctions and worse: the Western globalist elites fear him. But why? Anyone who has watched his interviews with Tucker Carlson, Larry Johnson, or other journalists is left with the impression of a rational, pleasant, and ordinary man, albeit one gifted with extraordinary intelligence, intellectual capacity, and the willingness to use his ideas for the greater good. Therein lies the answer: the rulers of the West, being forever at war with God and man, cannot abide honest ideas or any pursuit of the truth.

Dugin And The Fourth Political Theory

Alexander Dugin, PhD, aka, the Philosopher, is a doctor of philosophy, sociology, and political science. The author of dozens of books, and the speaker of perhaps as many languages, he currently serves, among other capacities, as Director of the Ivan Ilyin Higher Political School at Moscow’s Russian State University for the Humanities. Yes, the center’s name has stirred minor controversy. Dugin has been known to make a few waves—the stern delight of traditionalists, horror for liberals. He is the father of Daria Dugina. He is a Russian institution and a global figure—both feared and sought after. He is also a man unusually capable of using his extraordinary talent for the betterment of mankind and the Glory of God.

Dugin is renowned as a philosopher, a theoretician, and a thinker. Not infrequently, such men are sometimes criticized for having, as we call it, a “pie in the sky” vision. Yet, as demonstrated herein, Dugin puts his ideas into common practice and thereby brings them to life. Many are the misconceptions about Dugin and his work, many of them intentional, demeaning, and deceptive. For instance, he is repeatedly referred to by the Western establishment as “Putin’s brain” or “Putin’s Rasputin” (usually by people who couldn’t tell the difference between Grigori and Valentin). Vladimir Putin is obviously gifted with great intelligence, as are the people in his administration. The concurrence of Dugin’s ideas and the direction of twenty-first century Russia is an interesting phenomenon. Whether his notions become general policy or if there is merely a commonality of interest and intent, it is undeniable he is at least helping shape public perception and policy. Herein, I will examine in more detail one such policy example concerning higher education.

Many people, particularly those whose traditions have been hijacked or muted by modernity, have fallen into the trap of expediency and simplicity, looking, essentially, for easy answers and turn-key solutions. There are solutions, and Dugin provides a roadmap to them, but they and their application vary according to the problem and the society or nation where the problem manifests. In this regard, or in answer to these kinds of misgivings, utilizing Dugin’s Fourth Political Theory might be well analogized to selecting the proper wrench for the adjustment of a particular mechanical part. With socio-political issues, the application of the Theory will necessitate consideration of the special needs and traditions of the subject society.

The beauty of the tie-in concept of multipolarity is that it allows each civilization to assert itself independently—in contravention of the liberal, globalist West’s current one-size (fits none) mandate—in accordance with those needs and traditions. What works for Russia might be slightly different than what works for Iran or China. What works in those three civilizational states might be different from what is needed in Europe, Brasil, or South Africa. Dugin’s roadmap is valuable as it allows, via theoretical and practical political reorientation, a chance for the rediscovery of tradition and character, things that may have been lost or hidden in certain cultures. But just like selecting a wrench and using it, the process of turning political theory into practice requires commitment and effort.

Multipolarity is the opposite of the failed unipolar world domination by the United States and the Western liberal, financial capitalist, democratic system that emerged, in full, after World War Two, and that haughtily posited itself as “the end of history” after the dissolution of the Soviet Union and the end of bipolar era. Multipolarity or, rather, multipolarization, is already underway, essentially becoming a bifurcation of the world into the West and the Rest.

The Western globalist model is the fulfillment of the first political theory, Liberalism. Communism was the second theory, Fascism the third. The subject or main principle of Liberalism is the individual. While the idea has a certain libertarian appeal, it is and was a trap that allowed the atomization of man and his subsequent enslavement and torture. (You’re different. Just like everyone else. Now get in the cage…) The subject of Communism was class and the subject of Fascism, depending on who implemented it, was the nation-state or race. Liberalism defeated Fascism in 1945 and Communism, for all intents and purposes, in 1991. Now Liberalism’s time is up, at least for those who see through its dead Enlightenment ideology of control, slavery, and death. As Dugin writes of his own country’s experience, “…Russia needs a new political idea. For Russia, liberalism does not fit, but communism and fascism are equally unacceptable. Consequently, we need a Fourth Political Theory.” Dugin, Alexander, The Fourth Political Theory, London: Arktos, 2012/2018, p. 8, EPUB edition.

Dugin’s Fourth Theory may be summarized as a rebellion against Liberalism, its “enlightened” modernity, and the underlying anti-human satanism at its heart. Here, for Western, especially American, readers, “liberalism” is discussed in the macro sense, about that hideous progressive development since the eighteenth century (with, of course, older roots). It encompasses what Americans consider Democrat-left liberals, Republican-right conservatives, and even libertarians. Most politically minded people in the West operate under some assumption of macro liberalism. This is why the wise minority among them now shun the conservative label, instead merely calling themselves traditionalists or something similar. Russian conservatives, some of them, get a pass as they are, in fact, truly concerned about preserving tradition and have actually conserved it. The Fourth Theory is a grand return to tradition, a concept that is different within each culture. The new principle or subject is society-focused Dasein, the German term popularized by philosopher Martin Heidegger meaning existence or total, holistic being. Dasein is a uniquely human abstraction that integrates the individual with his society, encompassing all relevant areas of life and culture. This is the polar opposite of Liberalism, which ultimately seeks to replace human existence, literally destroying humanity. The Fourth Theory merges, replaces, and overcomes as necessary the subjects of the previous theories. A brief outline of the Fourth Theory, taken by Dugin from his book, may be read in the Arktos Journal. A continuous working exposition of the Theory may be found on Dugin’s Fourth Political Theory website.

What the Fourth Political Theory is, in terms of what it opposes, is now clear. It is neither fascism, nor communism, nor liberalism. In principle, this kind of negation is rather significant. It embodies our determination to go beyond the usual ideological and political paradigms and to make an effort to overcome the inertia of the clichés within political thinking. This alone is a highly stimulating invitation for a free spirit and a critical mind. I do not really understand why certain people, when confronted with the concept of the Fourth Political Theory, do not immediately rush to open a bottle of champagne, and do not start dancing and rejoicing, celebrating the discovery of new possibilities. The Fourth Political Theory, p. 24.

Much or even most of the world appears ready for new possibilities. Writing in April 2024 on his Dzen account about late martial developments the world over, and what they portend for the future, Dugin noted, “…the world will already be irreversibly multipolar.” It probably is now, with or without champagne.

Dugin’s Rise of the Fourth Political Theory focuses more on the present and future of Eurasian existence through, naturally, a somewhat Russo-centric lens. Therein he continues to dismantle Western Liberalism, challenges it, and asserts the unique virtues of differing values not necessarily in line with, or under the thumb of those of the liberal globalists.

Why, properly speaking, did humanity adopt the values of [Liberal] freedom and democracy, human rights, the market economy, social progress, and technological development as universal? This is a fundamental question, which is practically never posed by the Western press. After all, if we look at the number of people living today on the planet, we will see that the great majority of them hold entirely different values. The market and democracy, for instance, do not emerge from the social and political history of Indian society, where even today the caste system is preserved. There are billions of such people. These values are not at all characteristic of the Chinese tradition, but there are another billion people in China. A billion Muslims have absolutely their own view on what to consider the highest value (here what is most important is fear of God and following of religious instructions, and only then everything else). The same can be said of the peoples of Africa, the East, and for that matter Russia. The values of the market, liberal democracy, and social progress in the sense in which the West gives them, are not at all self-evident for Russian history and Russian society, since in the vast majority of historical stages (as before the Revolution, so after it) Russians held to absolutely different value arrangements.

Values that seem universal to the contemporary European or American are absolutely not so for the contemporary Chinese, Indian, or Russian. They might be attractive or repulsive, but the main thing is that they are not universal. Nothing in the history of the greater part of mankind, excluding the experience of Western countries, testifies that these values grew everywhere independently and were not imposed in a colonial manner, practically by force. Dugin, Alexander, The Rise Of The Fourth Political Theory: The Fourth Political Theory Vol. II, London: Arktos, 2017, p. 127.

Whether it was a pre-existing Western plan for the next phase of “universal” progress, or whether it was a tactical reaction against the bubbling global uprising of indignation, the scheme of the so-called Great Reset became patently obvious over the past decade or so. The adversaries of mankind literally and openly admit their intentions for the rest of us. “You’ll own nothing and be happy,” is a real quote taken from a 2016 World Economic Forum video presentation. More accurately stated, we’ll own nothing, have nothing, and be nothing, and they will be happy. It would represent a great reset to absolute, miserable dystopia. This is beyond madness; it is pure evil. But the people of the world, bless them, are not so easily corralled and culled. “The Great Awakening is the spontaneous response of the human masses to the Great Reset.” Dugin, Alexander, The Great Awakening vs. The Great Reset, London: Arktos, 2021, p. 22.

The Great Awakening vs. The Great Reset

In this short, very readable, and action-inspiring work, Dugin early on explains the nature of the Great Reset:

The main idea of the Great Reset is the continuation of globalisation and the strengthening of globalism after a series of failures: the conservative presidency of anti-globalist Trump, the growing influence of a multipolar world — especially of China and Russia, the rise of Islamic countries like Turkey, Iran, Pakistan, Saudi Arabia and their withdrawal from the influence of the West. The Great Awakening vs. The Great Reset, p. 5.

In explaining the rising counter force against this dark vision for humanity’s future, Dugin notes, on page 20, that too many ordinary people the world over “have suddenly realised, like cattle before the slaughterhouse, that their fate has already been decided by their rulers and that there is no more room for people in the future.”

It is not an exaggeration to claim or notice that the elites and the demons behind them do not want human beings anymore. Or, at least, they do not want beings still in touch with their human nature. In addition to bolstering their power over others, they seek to ruin and claim souls for their master below. “The Great Awakening against the Great Reset is humanity’s revolt against the ruling liberal elites. Moreover, it is the rebellion of man against his age-old enemy, the enemy of the human race itself.” Id., p. 22

Brief yet excellent attention is paid to how different groups are fighting back in different ways. The reader should remember this was written in 2021, before Russia began its military retaliation against the NATO Nazis, before the rise of the BRICS+ alliance became obvious to many, and before the hideous genocide in Gaza caused many more to critically rethink their world. Things are changing fast. But as usual, Dugin is ahead of the curve. And even when he’s not necessarily out front, he synthesizes, organizes, and labels various phenomena so as to give them clarity and a greater sense of applicability. He then delves deeper into the mission, strengths, and needs of his Russia:

Of course, even today’s Russia does not have a complete and coherent ideology that could pose a serious challenge to the Great Reset. In addition, the liberal elites entrenched at the top of society are still strong and influential in Russia, and liberal ideas, theories and methods still dominate the economy, education, culture and science. All of this weakens Russia’s potential, disorients society, and sets the stage for growing internal contradictions. But, on the whole, Russia is the most important — if not the main! — pole of the Great Awakening.” Id., p. 28 (double emphasis mine).

In the Appendixes one finds a section, “Theoretical Principles of the Great Awakening (Based on the Fourth Political Theory),” which lists twenty-one points of both theory and action. Point Fifteen concerns the “new educational project”:

Finally, we need to act — to put these considerations (if you share them, if you agree with them) in some kind of practice. And the most important and central practice is in education. Because it is through education that liberals penetrate our society, pervert our children, destroy the very principles of cultures and countries, destroy and dissolve identities.

The main struggle should be at the university level. Id., pp. 50-51 (emphasis mine).

Point Sixteen lists three types of people addressed by the proposed education reforms, three kinds of students in need of liberation from the prevailing liberal madness: 1) the philosophically inclined minority; 2) the political elites, activists, and warriors; and, 3) the majority of mankind, the good, ordinary countrymen and women. While the approaches for reaching and salvaging each type are necessarily presented in a broad brush fashion, the strokes paint a good and reasoned methodology, along with repeated specific justification for reform. All of it is a clarion call to dispense with liberal, anti-human indoctrination and corruption.

My discussion continues with the first type Dugin seeks to reach, the “philosophers of the world.” As-is, they are generally starved for true tradition, philosophy, and education.

We need to promote this traditionalist education — including metaphysics, theology, medieval tradition, as well as non-Western systems of thought. And all kinds of philosophical tendencies that formally belong to the modern West, but that are different from it — for example, German classical philosophy starting with Fichte, Schelling, Hegel, or Nietzsche, Heidegger, the Conservative Revolution, traditionalism, Italian thought, artistic realms less affected by the modern Western capitalist and liberal principles…

All that should be saved and transformed into something accessible to the people throughout the world. Why is it so important? Because in the Western type of education, precisely these things are disappearing before our eyes. Today, there is no classical education in the best high schools and universities. They are losing this heritage. They are more and more involved in the cancel culture. They are trying to cancel everything in education. Id., P. 51.

As for the sad proxy that passes for education in the West, I assert Dugin is 110% correct that what is currently offered is hollow and lacking at best. Liberals have succeeded in destroying just about everything of value. Most American schools, long devoid of Latin and Greek, are now losing English literacy and basic numeracy. Any fundamental understanding of grammar, logic, rhetoric, and mathematics has largely departed the schools at virtually all levels. The West might benefit from emulating or, at least, studying any successful reformation in Russia. By chance, Professor Dugin is ahead of this curve too.

Russian Higher Education Reform

Under President Vladimir Putin, the Russian Federation, society-wide, is being reconstructed to place utmost emphasis on families and children. Children are, of course, the driving factor in determining whether any nation will continue to exist. Excellent education, as excellent as possible, is critical in making their lives better, more liveable, and more beneficial for them and their society. This year, in May, Leonid Savin penned a great article at Pogled about Russian intellectual standards and calls for refinement in keeping with Russian tradition and sovereignty. He pointed out that during the 1990s, under Western interference, existing Russian structures and curricula lost meaning, being replaced with debased nonsense. Savin also noted Dugin’s work as head of the new (as of 2023) Ivan Ilyin Higher Political School, Training and Scientific Center, at the Russian State University for the Humanities (RSUH). The Center’s purpose is “the development and implementation of a new approach (a new socio-humanitarian paradigm) to the domestic teaching of humanitarian and social disciplines, aimed at the formation of the worldview of students based on the Russian civilizational identity and traditional Russian spiritual and moral values.”

In January, Dugin remarked at RSUH’s Transformation of Humanitarian Education Seminar, “There has been a catastrophic degradation in Western historical science. …. This is evidenced by gender problems, postmodernism, and ultra-liberalism. We can study the West, but not as the ultimate universal truth. We need to focus on our own Russian development model.” It appears work is underway toward the needed restoration. In July, writing in the Arktos Journal, Dugin boldly proclaimed:

By the way, we are canceling the Unified State Exam (USE) and the Bologna system. That is the right decision. But who introduced these systems? Who forced them upon us, breaking the backs of dissenters in the process? Did they implement themselves? And why have we forgotten the names of those responsible? What positions do they currently hold? This same lack of accountability applies to many other issues as well.

More recently, Savin echoed the progress in an interview given to the Turkish outlet Adimlar:

But now we have a good chance because the unipolar era of American hegemony is over. We are now in a multipolar period that needs to be corrected. And we have a chance to strengthen our strategies and policies against the neoliberal order by respecting our traditions. Education is very important, so we must bring new curricula for our schools and universities and reorganize the educational process under our own umbrella, rejecting the Bologna process and all the destructive practices of student exchanges, Erasmus program, etc.

Dugin also had ardent support for his tradition-based educational ideas, and, I suspect, more than a little input, from his beloved daughter Daria:

If it depended on me, I would approve a strategy for education where a person would first be obliged to properly study, research, and understand their own tradition and only then turn to others. Already in school, it is necessary to fully acquaint oneself with Russian culture. And this should be continued at university. And only then, once a person has traversed this difficult path far enough, do they have the right to study others. Otherwise, they will remain halfhearted, they won’t understand their own traditions, and they will only pick up the surface of another. Dugina, Daria, Eschatological Optimism, Tucson: PRAV, 2023, p.117.

I Wonder: Things To Consider?

It appears to me that the new Center and Ilyin School fulfill part of Dugin’s twenty-one points from The Great Awakening vs. The Great Reset, perhaps especially pertaining to the philosophical class or, as he calls them, the “Brahmans.” Earlier this year, speaking at the Cathedral of Christ the Savior, he described the liberal infiltration in social education as a “total occupation.” I wonder about specific developments or achievements in dislodging the occupation, asking, does the Center develop new curricula and standards, (re)educate educators, or both?

If my understanding is correct, Russian military education is already of very high quality and effectiveness. Still, I wonder if there is a similar effort underway concerning the second “warrior” class, as well as the third category, the countrymen.

RSUH’s main website asserts: “International cooperation is an important part of the internationalization strategy at RSUH. It is aimed at strengthening the university’s competitive ability in Russia and abroad and its integration into the global education and research space.” I wonder if the meaning of this statement has changed, or will change, with the departure from the Bologna/Western system and perhaps a greater embrace of BRICS+ countries and the Global South.

Concerning President Putin’s Decree No. 702, on the admission of oppressed traditionalists into the Federation, I wonder if anyone has foreseen a near or long-term increase in Western student participation in Russian college education. And, if so, does anyone foresee any related challenges?

I understand that Russia’s economy is substantially different from America’s. Yet in America, loans for college education contributed to the mass financialization of the US economy from roughly 1950 to the present, including ridiculous increases in tuition prices (~10,000%). One effect of the US loans is that they inhibit family development (which we know is of critical importance in Russia). I was surprised to read this article from Moscow One about the potential development of such loans in Russia. I wonder if this is a growing trend of necessity. If so, I wonder if it is a wise or sustainable solution.

Concluding Matters and Bibliography

The following books are highly recommended reading material: educational, eye-opening, and mentally entertaining:

Dugin, Alexander, The Fourth Political Theory, London: Arktos, 2012/2018;
Dugin, Alexander, The Rise Of The Fourth Political Theory: The Fourth Political Theory Vol. II, London: Arktos, 2017;
Dugin, Alexander, Political Platonism: The Philosophy Of Politics, London: Arktos, 2019;
Dugin, Alexander, Ethnosociology: The Foundations, London: Arktos, 2019;
Dugin, Alexander, The Great Awakening vs. The Great Reset, London: Arktos, 2021;
Millerman, Michael, Inside “Putin’s Brain”, Montreal: Millerman School (Independent, via Amazon), 2022;
Dugina, Daria, For A Radical Life: Meditations By Daria Platonova Dugina, Tucson: PRAV, 2024;
Dugina, Daria, Eschatological Optimism, Tucson: PRAV, 2023, and;
Savin, Leonid, Ordo Pluriversalis: The End of Pax Americana and the Rise of Multipolarity, London: Black House, 2020.

I would be remiss if I did not thank Daniel Friberg of Arktos for granting quote permission and for publishing Professor Dugin’s works in English.

Бог – наш защитник (Deo Vindice)

Seen first at Geopolitika.

Also at:

Alexander Dugin’s Substack (more on “my” substack later);

Nova Resistencia (BRA-POR); and,

The 4th Political Theory

COLUMN: Sinwar’s Stick

25 Friday Oct 2024

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Sinwar’s Stick

On October 17, 2024, Palestinian political leader Yahya Sinwar sat alone in an armchair inside an apartment in Gaza. He wasn’t resting; rather, he was wounded and probably already dying from his injuries. His gruesome trauma was the result of an IGF (“Israeli” Genocide Force) missile strike, one small, singular act in the larger Yankee-enabled Zionist genocide against Arabs and non-Jews in the Levant. In short order, he was murdered by a rifle shot to his head. But a few of his final seconds were captured on video. Taking advantage of a gaping hole in the building’s wall, an IGF drone flew inside the structure to survey the damage. Sinwar was seated, facing away from the flying camera. He then looked up and over his shoulder at the drone. One can only imagine what was going through his mind at the moment. Undaunted, he slowly raised a stick in his left hand. And in an act of terminal defiance, he hurled the stick at the tormenting drone.

The IGF idiotically released the video. One reason was certainly to demonstrate they had found and killed a chief enemy and a stumbling block in their plan to conquer an area from Benghazi to Basra. There might have been a callous tactical logic behind that motivation. However, the other reason ran along demented Talmudic lines: they wanted to mock Sinwar, all he stood for, and those he defended. The release of the video backfired in a manner beyond the mere spectacular.

Instead of denigrating Sinwar, the IGF foolishly raised him up as a Martyr in the eyes of Palestinians, Arabs, and so many other peoples. Beyond that, the Zionists ensured he became an instant legend. If he is honest, and if he honestly contemplates the unpleasant hypotheticality of such a life’s ending, then I know of no man who would not wish, at some level, to go out as Sinwar did. In colloquial terms, and please pardon my Arabic, it was about the most badass sumud thing I’ve ever seen.

The martyrdom and legend have already sparked a new proverb or maxim: Sinwar’s Stick.

(Dr. Marwa Osman, Telegram.)

(Dr. Osman.)

This new proverbial definition is strikingly similar to the central concept outlined on page 54 of Eschatological Optimism by the late Daria Dugina:

…eschatological optimism is the consciousness and recognition that the material world, the given world which we presently take to be pure reality, is illusory: it is an illusion that is about to dissipate and end. We are extremely, sharply conscious of its finitude. But, at the same time, we maintain a certain optimism; we do not put up with it, we talk about the need to overcome it.

Talk about it. Or throw a stick at it. It’s the same thing as long as the defiance and resistance stubbornly endure until the end. Of course, for those of Faith, it is not at all the end, only the beginning of a new and better phase.

While some might be unable for various reasons, many people are capable of throwing Sinwar’s Stick at their problems. This month, the civilized world convened in Kazan for the 2024 BRICS+ summit. The meeting’s primary purpose was to keep furthering the sovereign alternative to US and Western economic dominance. It’s not a perfect analogy, but Russia, China, et al threw Sinwar’s Stick at centuries of Western global hegemony. They’ve been in the throwing process for nearly two decades, though now it is patently obvious the stick is hitting home and hitting it hard. So it will eventually be with the Resistance to Zio-Yankee terror and death, the horrors that Yahya Sinwar gave his life to resist, repel, and defeat.

If we’re given the time, then in a thousand or so years, long after “Israel” and the Satanic States have been forgotten and relegated to obscure occult historical studies programs, Gaza’s new phrase will quite possibly live on and enjoy daily or periodic usage. Let’s help get that future historical process rolling. Today, with this column, not knowing exactly what to address, I simply threw Sinwar’s Stick at it. See? Now you try it.

Salute to the valiant fallen, and,

Deo vindice.

[“COLUMN”]: A Few Quick Thoughts

18 Friday Oct 2024

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A Few Quick Thoughts

Things being what they are, what follows is about as close to a coherent set of thoughts as I could muster this week. No apologies, and don’t tempt me to start rerunning the old TPC Halloween stories or something. That’s not a threat … just another excuse. Quality will improve tomorrow!

Kazan is about to break wide open, and I sit many thousands of kilometers away. (I’m a little miffed about not receiving a VIP BRICS-PAY demo debit card. What’s going to happen next week will surely be newsworthy. So here’s to a potential rundown on the coming developments. For now, Jamal Wakim wrote an excellent short preview of what’s to come. Please read the whole thing at Katehon; here’s the last paragraph:

Thus, the world is currently at a turning point, symbolized by the BRICS summit to be held in Kazan, Russia. This summit is expected to make decisions that will accelerate the transition from a unipolar system to a multipolar one, marking the end of Western hegemony that began in the mid-18th century, as well as that of Zionist financial capitalism. This would explain the violent efforts by the United States, the neoconservatives, and Israel to slow down this transformation by intensifying conflicts in Ukraine, East Asia, and the Middle East.

Really wanted one of these…

(TASS, Telegram.)

Before the week got overly busy, I pondered writing something about the extreme difference between the GAE-MSM treatment of Evan Gershkovich, GAE spy, and Jeremy Loffredo, legitimate journalist. Gershkovich became a minor Boomertard celebrity, while I assume zero Boomercons had ever heard of Loffredo. Loffredo’s plight is more similar to that of the late Gonzalo Lira. Hopefully, his story will have a better ending than Lira’s. And the wheels on the bus go…

Most ‘Murikans have probably never heard of Yahya Sinwar, the now late leader of the Palestinian political party Hamas. If or when most of them realize who he was, then they’ll probably cheer the death of another “terrorist”. The Yankee-Zionist Axis is, of course, nothing if not retarded. And just how stupid can the IGF (“Israeli” Genocide Force) be to so flippantly release that video? (I trust most have seen the video, if not the following macabre pictures.) Virtually everyone outside the Empire, maybe 90% of the world’s population, has to admit Sinwar’s utter defiance until the very end almost looked like a scene from a superhero movie. Instead of a mockery, the IGF idiotically created a hyper Martyr. Salute, Brother Sinwar!

I saw somewhere that, in a ‘Murikan first, more Gen Z boys than girls have adopted or are leaning towards a civilized Christian life. May that a large percentage of the boys find suitable Christian girls and marry them. More girls, some of those still stuck in the death grip of liberal feminism, can be converted. Those who can’t can serve as reminders for future generations of what becomes of faithless cat ladies. Any leftover Christian boys—a good number of them anyway—could become Priests. All the new Priests could concentrate on bettering the spiritual and material lives of the new families. Soon Gen Z could give us another baby boom of great quantity and character. Again, that’s just a random notion; one will admit it makes more sense than, say, voting.

And that’s a wrap. More and hopefully better asap.

Deo vindice.

COLUMN: But Look What’s Going On In “Israel”

11 Friday Oct 2024

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But Look What’s Going On In “Israel”

At some point during the last year, I somewhere admonished ‘Murikans to at least try to care about what is happening to the Palestinians. I can’t find my exact words, but I roughly mentioned that one day it might be Gazans and other Arabs considering a little sympathy for an America in terminal decline. Amazingly, that day appears to have come even earlier than I thought possible. Maysa Mustafa wrote an article for Middle East Eye about the abuse of ‘Murikans by their own evil government. Well, it’s not exactly sympathy—not yet—but it does expose a certain irony that has grabbed the attention of more than a few otherwise insouciant ‘Murikans.

The Southeastern US was just hammered by Hurricane Helene, a storm that brought death and destruction to around a dozen American States. Then along came Hurricane Milton in Florida. Hundreds of people died, thousands were displaced, and millions were without power. Many are still suffering terribly from Helene alone. As Floridian Larry Johnson noted, the storm victims still have things better than those in Gaza and Beirut do. Still, ‘Murikans are hurting. Thankfully, as Mustafa points out, the illegitimate government in Washington is helping … “Israel”.

FEMA is confiscating private relief donations and rescuers are being threatened with arrest in the US. Still, all is not lost: “On 26 September – the same day that Hurricane Helene made landfall – Israel announced that it secured a $8.7bn aid package from the US to support its ongoing military efforts.” See, there is nothing to worry about.

The quote of the year about the steady erosion of sanity and grace in ‘Murika may have to go to South Carolina’s senior imperial Sinator, Lindsey Graham. Lisped the “pride” of the Upstate: “I’ve been going all over South Carolina, like most people I haven’t slept much. But look what’s going on in Israel. We have to help our friends to keep the war over there from coming here.” All’s fair in Greek love and war, eh?

To give the devil worshippers their due, fake secretary of state, Tony “I come to you not as an American” Blinken is bragging about proudly funding both sides of the widening West Asian genocide while the Southeast suffers:

And, you over there, stop thinking that if they hadn’t spent the $8 billion on bombs for Talmudistan, then they wouldn’t have to pay for assistance in Lebanon. That’s antisatanic, and you should be ashamed!

They are also spending money that could have otherwise helped somewhere between Mexico and Canada on Kiev’s quest to destroy itself. Andrei Martyanov found or crafted a nifty meme:

Some say this cold shoulder to the people who live in the imperial homeland is the fault of those dastardly liberal Democrats. Maybe it is. Maybe the solution lies in trusting those trusty and very trustworthy conservative Republicans. They keep earning it, don’t they? Why, here we see Donald Trumpstein helping disaster victims by praying at the grave of the great Judeo-Murikan hero and veritable son of the Mayflower, Rebbe Schneerson:

Oy to the vey.

It would almost appear that the entire DC political establishment is wholly owned and operated by foreign satanists who just don’t give a damn about ‘Murikans. It gets crazier when one considers that the only 2024 presidential candidate who isn’t a crazed bloodthirsty zionist warmonger is Jill Stein, a Jewish woman. What’s that? Oh, right! I just made her name up, so please forget that I mentioned it. Uniparty, Uniparty, Uniparty!

Sorry to disappoint, but there is no real moral to this little column. As there are absolutely zero legal or political solutions left to ‘Murika’s demise, it’s all a moot point. If they’re lucky, and if any of them survive, then perhaps after another fake election, ‘Murikans will finally wake up. Their incomprehensible idiocy and callousness have burned millions of people around the world, and not too many folks out there are favorably inclined toward the wayward denizens of Columbia. Still, Mustafa’s article at least hints that many beyond US borders do understand ‘Murikans are victims too. And, just as the Resistance fights, from Gaza to Kursk, maybe one day, the sons of Bunker Hill and First Manassas will decide to take the gloves off too.

Or not. Hell, this is getting tedious.

Deo vindice. Deus adiuvat eos qui se adiuvant.

COLUMN: A Little Just Retaliation Begets Dancing in Gaza

04 Friday Oct 2024

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A Little Just Retaliation Begets Dancing in Gaza

As a bit of a follow-up to last week’s piece about the plight of so many oppressed children in West Asia, especially in Gaza, I’d like to note that the best part of Iran’s missile strike on the Zionist Occupiers of Palestine, at least as I saw it, was the fact that the hail of hypersonic warheads was plainly visible from Gaza. I lost them, but I saw several videos of the children (and adults) taking a break from the usual drudgery of genocide to sing, clap, and dance as they watched justice fall on their victimizers.

I did remember to save the link to THIS VIDEO, one of many that showed the successful retaliatory strikes as they impacted their targets. According to imperial GAE and the dunderheads at the Werewestern MSM, the barrage was a complete failure, so please disregard all of the evidence to the contrary. They wouldn’t lie to the public, would they? And, heck, if they did, would the Western public notice? My guess is not. Most Americans simply don’t grasp much about this conflict or many other important aspects and developments of our times. Attempts to set the record straight are generally met by the kind of reaction deer give to the headlights of a large truck on a dark roadway. I can’t blame my fellow ‘Muricans, as most of them are woefully uninformed and lack cursory intellectual curiosity, even those with higher education and professional job titles. Who could blame them? They have more important matters to focus on at the moment. For instance, we recently learned that J.D. Vance (not his real name) wears eyeliner and that Tim Walz (whoever the hell he is) can’t tell the difference between China and Nebraska. Do you, dear reader, happen to hear “Slipping Away” by Dave Edmunds in your head? Might just be me.

But the rest of the world, the part with a future knows what’s going on. All of these tactical details are, as ever, a bit murky. Yet it appears that, after a long and gracious period of waiting on psychotic monsters to develop a collective conscience, Tehran returned the favor against the Zionists for too many recent atrocities and war crimes. I don’t necessarily agree that President Pezeshkian was a babe in the woods who naively believed the lies of the clowns. I think he at least suspected that the Zio-GAE axis of death is, as the Russians say, “agreement incapable”. Now he knows for certain.

It is alleged that the Islamic Republic launched about 200 ballistic missiles and that 80-90% of them successfully hit their intended targets. Iran’s targets were three Zionist air bases and two intelligence operations. There was a ton of extraneous information that I will not recite. But a few things are clear, or clearer. The IRGC potentially showcased at least three technologies that the Zionists and their GAE accomplices do not possess and probably never will.

The missiles were all allegedly of true hypersonic nature, having both continuous power and maneuverability at speeds in excess of Mach 6 (allegedly Mach 13+). Many of them evidently deployed anti-interceptor defenses or flares. And it might be the case that some had multiple independent warheads. Almost all of them successfully evaded GAE air defense missiles along with the IGF’s David’s Sling, Arrow(s), and Iron Dome defenses.

In other words, the Zionists were defenseless against the attack. In after-the-fact denials to make Baghdad Bob proud, the GAE engaged in stern word games while King Bibi blustered a series of semi-coherent threats from his bunker. As of my drafting, no Zionist counter-retaliation has manifested. If or when it does, Tehran vows to crank the dial and begin dismantling more critical infrastructure.

Another critical lesson from this and similar recent happenings, from Yemen to Ukraine, is that Western (and Zionist) weapons, defenses, and tactics simply do not work in postmodern warfare. That coupled with the steady decline of Dollar dominance—Kazan is almost upon us—further heralds the end of hegemony and, potentially, centuries of nefarious global usurpation. But it is a bit like the American football scenario the late, great Jerry Clower once described: “second down and goal to go.” [If you’re not familiar with it, then look that one up! Boogity! Boogity!] So let’s not get too far ahead of ourselves.

Once again, while we’re being warned that the region is headed toward a major war, it already looks like one is in progress. And it still looks like a front or sub-war in the ongoing global conflict between the “Golden Billion” of Clown World and the Sovereign Majority of mankind. And, again, while all factors heavily suggest an eventual Sovereign victory, no one can predict exactly how all things will go nor how long their going will take.

Maybe the worst part of these developments is that as usual there will be no American participation against the forces of hell. Maybe. No North American front. Not yet. Russia, China, North Korea, Iran, Yemen, Lebanon, and Palestine don’t necessarily need rebel American help to win. It’s the real American people who need to help themselves. The majority of them, of course, can’t even see the dire need yet, and so they are largely unaware and completely unready. Perhaps after another rigged election, a little more geo-engineered weather, a deepening economic dark age, and maybe another fake pandemic they’ll wake up. Please don’t hold your breath, multipolar friends. However, if they ever do decide to join the fight, then one day they too might have the joy of dancing the Fattah Jig.

For now, even as the coast is anything but clear, our good brothers and sisters in the Middle East are celebrating from Gaza to Isfahan as best they can. Even if their jubilation is bittersweet or transient, they’ve certainly earned the right.

Deo vindice.

COLUMN: Scandalizing These Little Ones

27 Friday Sep 2024

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Scandalizing These Little Ones

The evil illegal Zionist entity known to some as “Israel” is completely out of control as is its primary backer, the Global Amerikan Empire. Both are rapidly disintegrating and will cease to exist within a decade or so. The world will be a much happier, safer place when they’re gone. Until then, they appear determined to cause as much damage and suffering as possible.

Because of the terrorism, unlawful warfare, and genocide being waged by these two rogue states, West Asia burns. Some fret that things might soon lead to a full-scale war threatening to engulf much of the world. To me, it appears that war is already happening and that it is one front in a pre-existing global war. Idiot Western leaders and the even less cultured buffoons in the MSM still at times maintain that “Israel” is defending itself, allegedly from something it forced Hamas to do, and which allows it to target and murder droves of people in Gaza. And the West Bank, and Lebanon, and Syria, and Iraq, and Iran, and… This is what “Israel” has been doing since 1948, as recounted in Ilan Pappe’s 2007 book, The Ethnic Cleansing of Palestine, which I recommend people read in addition to the other books I’ve mentioned and reviewed this year.

While the primary Resistance forces play an able game of attrition, things are still moving almost too fast to keep a handle on. As geopolitical or military tactical minutia keeps changing, I decided today to focus on a little of the human loss involved.

Back in May, for reasons related to a bookstore, I joined Telegram. The bookstore matter is still somewhat unresolved. However, I did start to follow a few select channels and people, and lately, I’ve made a few cautious comments. It took a while to winnow the channels down to those a) devoted to the truth, and b) not devoted to nonsense and crypto scams. Now that my little browsing system has settled, I have a good source of added daily information. I also get to see an inordinate number of pictures and videos.

Most of the images are unpleasant. Most of them concern war. And far too many of them showcase the human suffering therein, especially in the Palestinian Genocide. If anyone wants to see them—and, really, no one should independently want that—there are literally thousands and thousands of pictures of slaughtered civilians, far too many of them children (and one child would be far too many). Pursuant to my anti-gore policy, I will not directly show any of these disturbing images. I will, however, link to one of them. WARNING: THIS SHORT VIDEO is one of the most hideous and pitiful things I’ve ever seen, and I think you will agree. For those who can’t bear to look, it’s a perhaps second-trimester baby lying dead in the rubble after being expelled from his or her dead mother.

Why do they post these images? I suspect it is because they are surrounded by death, and, as they have to deal with it constantly, they figure they might as well show the world what’s happening—particularly the parts of the world responsible for the slaughter. The Zionists simply don’t care. In fact, as this massacre is the fulfillment of their beliefs and policies, one reluctantly imagines they’re happy about it. Hell, we know many of them are. Those in the West, especially in America, are also responsible. Seeing the truth might help a few of them also see the blood on their hands. And there’s plenty to go around. Since May, I’ve seen children beheaded, half-beheaded, truncated, torn into large pieces, cut into small pieces, blasted into red paste, disemboweled, burned beyond recognition, starved to death, and butchered in every manner possible. Of the surviving children, UNRWA says 625,000—which might be all of them—are severely traumatized. Many, many adults receive the same cruel fates, but the loss of a child’s life just hits harder if I’m not mistaken.

What’s that? You’re uncomfortable? Good. That’s a start.

I too hate all of this and I had a hard time cobbling this little report together. Just when I contemplated backing out, I found inspiration from Ilana Mercer, a Jewish woman and “Israeli” citizen: “Genocide’s A Crime, Not A War Crime: Israel’s Waging Genocide, Not War.” She knows. Everyone with an IQ above room temperature knows. Some still choose to blindly or blissfully ignore it, but they must at least still sense something is very, very, very wrong.

Here’s a video I do recommend everyone watch, even though I somehow find it harder to witness than the images of the dead. It’s of a little girl crying in the street.

(Press TV, Telegram.)

I imagine she’s carrying everything she owns in those two backpacks and the plastic bag. Some of the items might belong to other family members. If she has any left. Odds are, an immediate family member (or two, or all of them) has been Martyred since last October. Odds are, she witnessed the death(s). Her odds of surviving the year are not good. To date, you, complicit Amerikan, and the Zionists have killed a known 20,000 Gaza children. It’s possible the real number is closer to 100,000. This little girl hasn’t been in school, Mosque or Church, or a real bed for nearly a year. She doesn’t eat much or have clean water. She’s trapped in a toxic wasteland the size of Manhattan. No dentist, no doctor, no help. But she has done the jump-and-run routine between bombing zones 3 or 4 times. That’s why she’s out in the street, moving along with everyone else. They’re dodging US-made bombs dropped from US-made warplanes in a US-funded genocide. Again. None of this is her fault and her understanding of the background matters is probably muddled at best. She is, however, keenly aware of her suffering. And, terrified by it all, she does what a little child does: she cries.

Here’s a little boy in the same predicament.

Still uncomfortable? Wait a second. Here’s one more to ponder. She’s not being treated. That’s what I hoped was happening when I first saw her. Alas, no. They’re preparing her the best they can for burial in a mass grave.

Those images are from Gaza. As the reader may know, the carnage has now spread beyond Occupied Palestine. Dr. Marwa Osman has lately posted a terrible series of images from her backyard in Lebanon. Meet the children of the Al-Faris family.

(Marwa Osman, Telegram. Children pictured with Hezbollah mastermind Winnie-the-Pooh…)

They’re all dead along with the rest of the family, thanks to the Zionists and Yankees. Maybe thanks to you. Anyone who didn’t know better might assume the Al-Faris kids were from Ohio or Nottingham or somewhere else in the West. One would hope more people start seeing the truth in all of this madness. Some reporters in West Asia ask, “What if those were your children?” I answer that in a sense, they are our children. We don’t know them and accordingly, we’re not necessarily directly responsible for their wellbeing. But we have no right to assist in their destruction. Doing so creates a scandal.

Do remember what Jesus said about scandalizing the children: “But he that shall scandalize one of these little ones that believe in Me, it were better for him that a millstone should be hanged about his neck, and that he should be drowned in the depth of the sea.” Matthew 18:6.

God is their vindicator too.

COLUMN: A Review of AMERICA’S FINAL WAR by Andrei Martyanov

20 Friday Sep 2024

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A Review of America’s Final War by Andrei Martyanov

(Clarity Press, 2024.)

Martyanov, Andrei, America’s Final War, Atlanta: Clarity Press, 2024.

America and the Combined West face a daunting series of “ifs” as this young century unfolds. Will America have a 2024 presidential election? Will America suffer a civil war? Will Europe continue to exist? In his new book, America’s Final War, Andrei Martyanov addresses these unpleasant, conjoined topics and much more.

Concerning America’s declining role and prospects, in his Preface, Martyanov ponders and considers: “The question remains—can the United States, unlike Europe, survive its hubristic pursuit of globalism and the subjugation of its political institutions to Zionism? There is no clear answer to that.” The rest of the book largely centers on the pursuit of globalism and resulting failures, particularly regarding military affairs, and especially concerning the US and NATO’s losing war against Russia in Ukraine (Russia’s Special Military Operation). The portrait painted is both artful, factual, and realistic, yet it bodes poorly for an entire civilization in crisis.

The inimitable Andrei Martyanov is a former Soviet Coast Guard Officer, retired American aerospace engineer, math whizz, and undeniably one of the very best level-headed military analysts and commentators of our current tumultuous era. His observations are remarkably astute. His conclusions, formed from the application of great knowledge and experience to known facts and methodologies, provide in real-time the kind of summation generally afforded by after-the-fact study of history. Anyone who does not do so already should undertake a daily perusal of his “Reminiscence of the Future” website. His words have great meaning and should be carefully considered. America’s Final War is his fourth book chronicling the decline of America’s military power, world standing, and society in general. This reviewer endorses and recommends all of them.

America’s military and geopolitical affairs might be best summarized as the “Ghost of Kiev” Strategy, an anti doctrine based on lies and propaganda designed to conceal a lack of coherent operational planning ability and a host of weapons systems that don’t work. That faux strategy might also serve as a proxy for American and Western postmodern culture. Martyanov mentions the Ghost during a comparative discussion of air power in Chapter Six—the greatest flying Ace in all history, who defeated the entire Russian Air Force or something, turned out to be an MSM-hyped computer game. This episode, along with many others, highlights the bug (or feature) of American military doctrine: if the weapons or tactics don’t work, they can always fall back on hoaxes. Hoaxes don’t win wars.

Other recent events underscore the fact that America lost—past tense—lost the arms race, not only to the Russian Federation but seemingly to just about all other parties no matter how unlikely. Much is being made about the Palestine 2 hypersonic missile of the Yemeni Armed Forces, traveling 2,000 km at Mach 8 and hitting a Zionist target while deftly bypassing IDF air defenses. That apparently did happen and the missile also managed to evade, in addition to the IDF’s systems, those of the US Navy (and France).

The YAF used technology the US does not possess and appears incapable of fielding. The Ansar Allah may have implemented a local version of Russia’s military strategy, based on making and doing real things. “[W]ar is the war of economies. Real ones. Modern war is the war of steel, iron, energy and manufacturing capacity as a foundation of military power.” America’s Final War, p. 73. Hoaxes don’t win wars, the foregoing factors do. Martyanov provides copious proof of the stark and growing disparity between those factors in Russia and the West.

Beyond losing the race for military wares and industrial capacity, many observers are beginning to notice that America and the West are also losing or have lost that one area where it was presumed they still possessed overwhelming dominance—word games. Iran’s Ambassador to Russia, Kazem Jalali, recently mentioned this loss concerning various of America’s meddlesome attempts to foster chaos worldwide. Maryanov sums this notion up on page 140: “The West has lost the propaganda war after losing a real one.”

Two things, which the book touches on, led to America’s presumptive, “end of history” place of supremacy at the end of the previous century: the Dollar, and the alleged strength of America’s military. Both of them have been lately proven to be either things of the past or myths. With them gone, and with the power of Washingtonian lies fading away, very little is left in the way of power for the US to project against anyone. A large part of America’s Final War is dedicated to exposing not only the losses but the refusal or inability of Americans, particularly of the intellectual class and the mainstream media, to grasp what has happened. Many of these types may never really know or appreciate what they and their masters have done to America. However, it would behoove any and all ordinary Americans to understand what happened, why it happened, and what it means for America’s future.

Martyanov provides a comprehensive picture, although it is one many Americans may find discomforting. At the end of Chapter Twelve, at the end of his excellent work, and just after a short list of truths many Americans may, again, find uncomfortable, Martyanov issues both a predictive summary statement and a warning:

Any real war in Asia, as usual to be false flagged by the U.S., will result in the ultimate crushing of U.S. forces and a complete destruction of the United States, which only then will recognize that it has actually fought its final war. The problem which the new de facto multipolar world faces is to make sure that America’s final war doesn’t become a final war for the world which U.S. elites never knew and did not want to know. Id, p. 196.

If or when the first part of that final statement becomes reality, it will be a boon for the rest of mankind. The second part, not letting the US elites burn it all down as the US fails, is the real trick. As for how all of this works out, again, to quote Martyanov, “There is no clear answer to that.” But any answer necessarily requires an understanding of the problem and the surrounding pertinent facts. Those prerequisites are covered in extraordinary fashion in America’s Final War. Accordingly, I highly recommend the reader obtain a copy and read it as quickly as possible.

Nulla pax Americana.

COLUMN: Multipolar Lessons From America About Medicine, Education, And Decline

11 Wednesday Sep 2024

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Multipolar Lessons From America About Medicine, Education, And Decline

The co-founder of the African Black Defense League, Egountchi Behanzin, recently expressed the desire of Africans to cooperate with the Russian Federation regarding vaccines and medicine. He lambasted the Amero-European pharmaceutical mafia for its attempts to coerce Africans into poisoning their children. The coercion runs along typical Western sanctions as punishment lines. If an African nation refuses to participate in Frankensteinian voodoo, then it is allegedly deprived of access to Washington’s magic money machine via the IMF, SWIFT, etc. Behanzin noted that the Collective West’s mafia uses childhood vaccines to sterilize populations and turn everyone homosexual. The man appears to know something. Here’s one short description of Western neocolonial medical terror in Africa, as recounted by RFK, Jr. (before he went uber-Zionist…):

Africa has been a Pharma colony for over a century. It is the venue of choice for companies seeking cooperative government officials, compliant populations, the lowest per-patient enrollment costs, and lax oversight by media and regulatory officials. Powerless, often illiterate, and, if necessary, disposable quasi volunteers allow Pharma’s PIs to paper over even catastrophic side effects and mistakes. – Kennedy Jr., Robert F., The Real Anthony Fauci: Bill Gates, Big Pharma, and the Global War on Democracy and Public Health, New York: Skyhorse, 2021, P. 552, Kindle Edition.

While they have indeed been hit very hard and for a long time by the forces of hell, Africans are not alone in their victimization. It’s not so much racism that drives the pharmakeia-peddling demons. They are, as some say, “colorblind.” Or, rather, they are simply blinded by their hatred of God and all mankind.

Specifically regarding childhood vaccines and homosexuality, hard evidence is emerging that shows an extreme correlation between poisoning children with these luciferian concoctions and the radical increase in abnormal sexual identity and behavior in Western populations. As Steve Kirsch puts it: “…vaccines are the primary cause (79% attributable fraction) of deviation from traditional norms relative to: sexual orientation, gender identity, sexual dysphoria.” Those in Africa and anywhere else only need look at what has become of the US population over the past three or so generations to get a very good idea of what is maliciously intended for the people of the wider world.

When I was young, American children were subjected to relatively few vaccines. When my daughter was a baby, the number had grown to perhaps several dozen. Today, it stands somewhere north of 100 different kinds of shots, containing all sorts of chemicals and Lord knows what else, almost all of it completely unnecessary. Over that period, from the 1970s (US Generation “X”), through today (Generations “Z” and “Alpha”), the increase in reported rates of sexual deviance has been astronomical. Being “gay” went from practically unheard of to suddenly everywhere, forcefully demanding acceptance and ratification, and being trendy or cool. It also went hand-in-hand with 10,000 other social maladies that frequently combine, leaving results that are anything but cool. We witnessed one such confluence the other day in Winder, Georgia, USA.

On September 4, 2024, at Winder’s Apalachee High School, a fourteen-year-old male student, Colt Gray, allegedly committed mass murder and terrorism, killing four people and wounding another nine. So continued America’s pitiful and embarrassing tradition of school shootings and violence. According to British tabloid media, Gray was supposedly bullied at school for being “gay”.

If Gray is homosexual or so self-identifies, then, by his age and given the extreme load of poisonous vaccines he was likely subjected to, there is a very good chance those poisons contributed to his dysphoric disposition. I do not know, but I suspect, “a dollar to a donut”, that he was also under the influence of SSRI drugs, “ADHD” drugs, or some other combination of dangerous psychotropics. One of the known side effects of those kinds of needless medications is an increase in aggression and a decrease in cognitive function and restraint. If Gray was subjected to such a litany of mind and hormone-altering chemical poisons, then the odds were overwhelming that it was the school system and the state government that forced him and his parents into compliance with psychiatric and medical practices straight out of a horror novel.

In Russia, Metropolitan Vladimir of Vladivostok and Primorsky just called for boosting Russian families and children. Part of his suggestion is that certain prying state bureaucracies need to be limited in some activities that intrude on parental control of children and family life. By contrast, America has become the home of the meddling busybody, ever seeking to “help” where no assistance is required (and very often turning away when help is required). Americans were reliably informed that it takes a village to raise a child, mere parents not being enough. Yet when problems arise, including those problems caused by the village, it is the parents who are scrutinized and, in some cases, punished. Colt Gray’s father, for instance, has been charged alongside his son for murder under extremely dubious legal theories. No charges, of course, will be filed against any school officials, doctors, drug companies, psychologists, social workers, or any other village helpers.

In the US, in addition to being misled and/or left on the hook, parents and children are brow-beaten into accepting overdose vaccination and other stupidities as part of the process of enrolling in that luxury of luxuries, the American public school system. What, exactly, do they get for their acceptance of insanity? Here’s a brief look at Gray’s high school.

In accordance with other dystopian American programs, Apalachee High has undergone a consistent and pronounced demographic transformation this century. Rapid, forced heterogeneous destabilization of society and culture is just as damaging as chemical warfare. As of 2024, the school ranked in the bottom half of Georgia high schools in terms of academic performance. That also sums up its placement when compared to all US high schools (number 9,501 of 17,655). In keeping with the postmodern trend of American educational excellence, the school boasts amazing(ly poor) subject matter proficiency scores. As measured by the system’s own very low standards, only 30% of Apalachee’s students understand mathematics at their grade level and only 31% are sufficiently accomplished in reading. And, of course, despite failing to educate over two-thirds of its ~~victims~~ pupils, Apalachee still maintains a graduation rate of 91%. If you, the international outsider, suspect something akin to fraud is taking place, then please be reassured these stellar results are virtually identical to every school system in the US. Almost all public government schools, and probably a high majority of private institutions, are miserable failures. The failure was intentional, a part of the larger policy of totally destroying the fabric of American society. As “W” once implied, “Mission accomplished.”

As this was (yet another) school shooting, the low-quality mainstream reporting on it largely centered on firearms. While there are far too many gun crimes in America, gun violence ranks low on the list of things that kill Americans, and it is also a fact that guns prevent an even greater number of potential crimes than they contribute to. Still, that last point further testifies that there is far too much crime in America. It also overlooks the fact that for all their firearms (400 or so million in private hands), Americans have failed to prevent that one crime for which the founding freemasons reluctantly and belatedly included the Constitution’s Second Amendment to address: the emergence of nation-destroying tyranny. The 2A’s real operative words are, “of a free state” We might also make “of a civilized state” synonymous for the sake of this discussion. Upon a time long ago, before the rise of the Total State and the emergence of Sodom and Gomorrah-style wickedness coast to coast, America, for all its faults, was awash in weapons while still experiencing relatively low rates of crime. Americans were also different people then, largely being mentally, physically, emotionally, and morally fit. Things have changed for the worse. It occurs to me, a lifelong gun owner and proponent, that liberal ownership of deadly weapons is better suited for a civilized population. Weapons in the hands of demented barbarians appear to lead to, well, demented barbarity. Many things occur to me these days.

While glib liberals will surely call for impossible gun control, and simple-minded conservatives are likely to call for … Trump(?), I suggest something holistic and altogether different. I’ve long advocated that the few remaining good and intelligent Americans arm themselves, withdraw their children from the state’s satanic concentration camp schools, and avoid the necromancy vaccines and medical elixirs. Seeing as how American society has completely degenerated, it is now advisable that decent people completely break from it. I’ve previously advised various young people to consider moving abroad. For all those who remain, the time has seemingly come for families to withdraw, along with the like-minded, into little secluded monastic-like fortresses of civilization. If any of them must continue to venture among the deranged savages, then let it be the adult men, well-armed, and only for the shortest duration possible. Let the clowns, cannibals, and vampires run wild; their time will be short. Someone must be ready to reemerge and rebuild when the fires die out.

For all those outside the US and the failing West, please take a good, hard look at what satanic, liberal globalism does to its host populations. The ranks of the multipolar world can learn much from America’s very negative examples. You, many of you, know well how soulless, corporatist liberalism treats the rest of the world—as slaves, targets, and fodder. Yet many of the non-Western nations that have fallen prey to the colonial locusts of the Enlightenment have remained true to their traditions. Keep it that way, my friends. And keep the hellish specters of the false West at bay. I am repeatedly pleased that this process of observation and deterrence is already underway. Africans and Russians are on guard. Others are as well.

While praising Almighty God, Iran’s new Ministry of Education, Alireza Kazemi, recently announced a plan to reform the country’s schools, perhaps in line with what Russia is currently doing. God, having long been driven from American schools, hearts, and society in general, has apparently and understandably turned His back on America. His wrath appears to be taking the form, not of plagues and direct intervention, but of simply allowing Americans, insouciant or wicked, to reap the deserved rewards of their actions and inactions. Whatever Iran does, whatever Africa does, whatever any of you do, make sure it’s the opposite of what Americans have done to themselves and their children. In any event, we know all the Faithful are assured that,

Deo vindice.

COLUMN: On The 2024 US Presidential Selection

06 Friday Sep 2024

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On The 2024 US Presidential Selection

In the good old US of A, it’s like the past five years never happened. Heck, all of history never happened. There is no history. In ‘Murica, it’s always year stupid. And once again, millions of kind-hearted well-meaning folks are gearing up for this November’s pending Great Quadrennial Black Mass™. Just kidding. That’s what I started calling US presidential elections many years ago when things were a little more fun. In full disclosure, I have not voted in any election since 2012 when I finally grew tired of writing in “Hon. Dr. Ron Paul of Texas” to absolutely no effect. I also have an atavistic aversion to insane acts, retardery, and satanism. But I really do understand why so many of my fellow consumer units still pretend to enjoy the political process. I understand, I love you people, and I want to help! So, here is my little guidebook for better voting.

It all starts with breathing. Yes, I know you can breathe. Everyone not named Joe Biden inhales and exhales. But do you breathe correctly? I suspect not. Luckily, back in the 90s, Dr. Andrew Weil wrote a fantastic book called 8 Weeks To Optimum Health which has since been revised and improved. Buy that and read it. Weil covers proper breathing at length. And it just so happens you have about eight weeks to prepare. In through the nose. Out through the mouth. Full, deep breathing to oxygen-charge the bloodstream.

Sleeping is critical too. Most postmodern people don’t get enough quality rest. Cats sleep 22 hours per day. Biden sleeps 25. Ordinary adults need somewhere between six and ten hours—hence, the rough “eight-hour” average. Keep it dark, cool, quiet, and comfortable and you’ll experience wonders.

A proper diet and adequate hydration are necessary for healthy physical and mental functioning. As we’re talking about Amerikans, I’ll just let this part slide. On election day, and maybe the night before, do try to cut back just a tad on the alcohol and dope. No, strike that. There’s no point in fighting through temporary withdrawal symptoms when you’re… Moving on!

You’re out of shape. Hell, you’re American’ts, so you’re probably barely upright and conscious. There’s not enough time, so I won’t ask you to lose the 100 or so pounds you need to shed. But you must be as fit as possible on election day. Treat it like any other sport. I’ve come up with a plan that incorporates warming up, stretching, weight training, and wind sprints. We’ve got to get you… Come to think of it, you treating this like any other sport means you sitting on the couch, cheap booze in hand, staring at Plato’s electric cave wall. So be it. But instead of ESPN, please remember to flip over to the very honest and intelligent professionals (hahahaha) at FOX or CNN. Don’t forget your nachos.

Practice makes perfect. Fail to plan and plan to fail. Use it up, wear it out, make it do, or do without. Other pop psychology references. Make sure you’re registered to vote! I don’t think that’s a requirement anymore, but let’s be on the safe side. Know what day to vote. I think it’s, ironically, on Guy Fawkes Day this year, but, not paying any attention to this foolishness, I could be wrong. Find out for certain. And for Pete’s sake, know where you’re supposed to vote. If you’re an in-person voter, then know where your polling place is. Practice driving or walking there on a daily basis. Plan your primary route and backup routes. Do timed runs at different times of the day. Carry an umbrella. On the Big Day(!), they may not require proof of citizenship or eligibility, though they may require a goofy face diaper or proof you’ve been poisoned with a cancer-accelerating, DNA-altering, sterility-inducing substance. Know these details in advance. If you’re one of those newfangled mail-in voters, then find out where your mailbox or local Post Office is located. It might have moved since the last time you checked. A day late is a dollar short. Measure twice, cut once.

Whether it’s on paper or a screen, you’ll have to make a decision. Your entire adult life is probably a testament that you don’t do that very well. Still, I have faith in you! This part assumes—(why, why, why do I bother?)—assumes you’re mildly literate. Here, and only here, it gets tricky. I cannot and will not vote for you. Remember? I do care about this idiocy to begin with. This is your personal choice. You can write in anyone you please (Ron Paul, RuPaul, “Dude who sold Jack the magic beans”, etc.). You can vote for a third-party candidate (Jill Stein, Libertarian X, and so forth). Odds are, you already want to vote for the trusted Uniparty ticket. Forget “right” and “left” wing, Democrat and Republican. ‘Murica only has an evil wing. So it’s probably gonna be Trump/Baphomet or Harris/Moloch, amirite? Good. For. You. However you vote, don’t forget to accept a little “I voted” sticker on your way out. That’s how they track your obedience.

If you happen to miss a step or make a mistake, know that it’s okay. You or a name/number like you has probably already voted. Probably many times. As many times as they need. I’m not going to say that none of this matters. Nor will I say there isn’t going to be an election. This year or ever again. Or that your last mostly honest election was between Carter and Ford. Don’t reflect on the fact you’ve voted and voted since 1976 and nothing has changed for the better. I won’t bore you with my theory that they’re going to install Harris (or Ol’ Orange Tweets) as their puppet and continue to let Tony “I come to you not as an American…” Blinken or someone like him run the charade on behalf of the cabal. You need not think about the observable fact we’re beyond the point where the international luciferians who own the US no longer need the politicians, let alone the voters anymore. Don’t consider what Saint Paul said about those who consent to the wickedness of others—others, say, in and of a satanic cult and terrorist organization masquerading as a government. Do vote like this is the last time because there’s an increasingly likely chance this will be the final dog and pony show.

Get your sticker and get out. I can’t be at all polls, after-the-fact mail drop locations, or overseas data farms. So, just as you imagine you’re practicing your democracy, pretend I’m waiting outside with a gold star and a hug for you. You can do this. I believe in you. I am proud of you. I bet you are the best voter you know. You are special. Your vote counts. So do you. Go get ‘em, tiger!

Stultorum suffragium.

*Author’s Note: Some interesting writings about countries, people, and happenings that matter are coming soon(ish)!

COLUMN/FICTION REDUX: Once Again, It’s Tweetsie Time

30 Friday Aug 2024

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Once Again, It’s Tweetsie Time

Autumn is coming, and once again, it’s my favorite time to praise the great North Carolina treasure, Tweetsie Railroad. My first visit to America’s greatest amusement park was during the 1970s. I cannot recount how many times I’ve been back, but I hold steadfast that Tweetsie is the one place that never seems to change. It’s always, always, always exactly the way one remembers it from childhood. Before I forget, let me also recommend this place, another delightful getaway just around the corner from Tweetsie, and founded by the same good family. And while I’m doing free promos, eating at the Peddler is mandatory when visiting the area.

Rather than recite every single virtue of Tweetsie or even a fraction of them, I decided to republish a Tweetsie-themed short story from a few years ago. Please enjoy!

Et Pisces Cultro

Perrin Lovett, 2020

‘One of you will finally catch him one of these days,’ Will said, not quite to himself, as he sat on the rear cargo deck of his SUV, looking down at something. ‘And, maybe they’ll promote you guys to a full eight cents.’ He laughed softly as he started digging around in a large bag with one hand. His other hand held a pocket knife. Rather, it held his pocket knife, a marvelous little folding device without, in his mind, rival or equal. He considered it the finest knife in the world, a tool of elegant, simplistic utility with a manly, if subdued, artfulness. It was unique.

It was a smaller design: slim, light, and made for unobtrusively resting in pants of any caliber – rugged denim or stylish wool. The construction was solid steel, with a simple hinge, and a locking release nestled at the end of the handle. Compared to other two-and-a-half inch knives, it was as functional, practical, and reliable as any. The handle set Will’s apart. For embedded under clear resin were three green-tinted postage stamps, set fringe to fringe in a row. Each bore the image of a brown trout leaping from the water in pursuit of an elusive dragonfly. Each boasted the nominal price of 7 ½ cents, as marked years earlier in the distant nation of New Zealand. In a way, he had always credited the fish (and the knife) for his long-ago visit to that far southerly land, his own On The Beach moment while en route to temporary employment somewhere colder. The knife had accompanied him even then. Now, it was ready again for lacerative work.

From the bag, Will, at last fished what he was looking for. That very evening, less than two hours hence, he and his lovely Wendy would take their little daughters, Willow and Wynter, for a night of spooky fun, courtesy of the Ghost Train and Tweetsie Railroad. With Halloween closing in and a chill in the air, warmer clothes were in order. That afternoon, following a day of ordinary, daytime mountain railway excitement, he’d purchased a little pink “No. 12” fleece pullover for Wynter. He’d only to remove the tags and triumphantly present it to her up in the room. He clicked open the knife and could not overlook, momentarily, the significance of the act.

Like the garment, his perfect pocket knife had also come from magical Tweetsie, though not from any gift shop. Many years before, when he was a boy, he’d been wandering around the Country Fair area, Dippin’ Dots in hand. Then, he had noticed a man with a rake, laboriously cleaning years of dust, dirt, and debris from beneath a ride. On the ground were a pile of grime, leaves, bubble gum wrappers, and other dingy trash, awaiting deposit into a rubber waste can. In the pile, little Will caught the gleam of shiny metal, something to naturally attract the attention of a ten-year-old boy. Oblivious of the encompassing filth, he’d simply reached down and lifted the object for inspection. Seeing no one else around, and adhering to the ancient law of Finders, Keepers, he dusted it off on his jeans and, after admiring it, placed it in his pocket. Later, at home, he’d polished the knife and oiled its mechanisms. Despite lying buried for who knows how long, it was sharp when he found it. He kept it finely honed to a razor’s perfection, a feat he’d always found remarkably easy. It was as if this little blade wanted to remain keen of its own silent accord. As such, now he knew it would make short work of his project.

Retailers relish labelings. He pulled back a sticker, then another. He deftly sliced through two plastic tabs. The final challenge was a long nylon stem binding the price tag to a sleeve. With the fleece garment on his knee, he stretched the tag taut with his left hand, two fingers wound around the top of the stem. He placed the sharp blade and prepared to cut. Just then, a passing truck blew its raspy horn. He jerked. The stem snapped clean. But he felt the passing of cold steel across his curled digits.

‘Oh, wow,’ he exclaimed as that hot ripple down the spine that we all feel in such tenuous moments caused him to lurch again. He examined his fingers cautiously, surprised to find only the faintest, superficial lines of indentation that, even as he watched, receded to nothing. He tucked the sweater under his arm and closed the knife. ‘Woo! That was close.’

‘But we never harm our owner!’ said a small voice, the speaking of which caused Will to drop both coat and knife on the deck.

‘Who said that?!’ he asked with a start.

‘We did,’ answered the little voice. ‘And please don’t discard us so roughly.’

Will’s hand slowly, almost unconsciously inched towards the knife. He picked it up gingerly and, turning it in his hand, gazed at the three diminutive trout. ‘Was that you?’ he asked in disbelief.

His eyes went wide and his head reeled as the report came in: the first little fish turned its attention and its head away from the fly and straight to Will, and spoke! ‘Of course, it was us,’ said the fish.

‘You can talk?!’

‘The same as you, if more selectively,’ replied the second trout. ‘Well, except for him.’ He nodded to the third fish. ‘He stays quiet. Missing his tail, you know.’ Will observed, for the first time he could remember, that the last trout in the line was creased-over the end of the hilt pommel with its tail obscured or deleted. He had never in all those years noticed. And he had never, in all his life, expected a conversation with at least two fish on a knife. (Honestly, he had never envisioned discourse with any fish, bladed or otherwise).

‘How do you— How do you two fish speak? Is it possible?’ he stammered.

‘Not possible. Probable,’ said the first fish.

‘Not probable,’ said the second, ‘definitive.’

‘Oh,’ said the first, ‘and we are not two, but one. I am the knife of two voices though of one mind.’

‘You just called each other us,’ Will correctly noted.

‘There is no explanation for that. Is this better?’ they both answered at once.

‘That is— This is just a little odd,’ Will admitted.

‘We always expected mild confusion,’ the first fish said.

‘Why haven’t you spoken before?’

‘We have never spoken before,’ said the second fish, ‘except to each other. Long discussions we had beneath the Tilt-a-Whirl, our home for an age of fish.’

‘Ha!’ Will exclaimed. ‘So you remember when I found you? When we first met?’

‘We do,’ said the first, ‘and many thanks for your rescue and kind treatment.’

‘How long were you down there?’ Will asked. ‘Or, better, start from the beginning. What’s behind a talking knife?’

‘The long or the short of it?’ asked the second. ‘Better to finish faster, eh?’

‘Indeed, time is wasting,’ said the first. ‘I’ll explain a little: Will, you yourself have noted, more than once, that we are marked Japan, rather than China or USA like so many common blades. We are the work of an old katana master, sold through a trading company to a certain menswear shop.

‘What was it? Thirty years gone by? We were acquired by a man who treated us well enough. He visited your favorite amusement park more than once. It happened that, upon a time, he and his daughter ventured onto the Tilt. We were, if we can remember it, already dangling close to the edge of the pocket, so to speak. Sir Newton was right about motion. Once we started moving, started flying, we didn’t stop until we rolled, slid, and came to rest on the metal decking near the outside rail of the amusement. He could have found us, we suppose, if not for the vibrations. When the machine slowed down, the motor shuttered, the floor shook and we fell through the cracks – and not as a matter of mere saying. Lonely and forgotten—’

‘He never forgot us,’ added the second trout.

‘No, but he was most late in thinking of us when he finally did. And too slow to finally act,’ said the first. ‘For about a year we lay amid the crud and smut until you came along. And, thank our maker, that you did.’

‘You said it was an age,’ countered Will.

‘Yes, for us,’ said the second; ‘time passes differently for trout on a dagger.’

‘Oh,’ remarked the first, ‘and time is running away here and now. We can explain a little more at the park tonight. Does not someone need a certain pink cloak?’

‘Wow. Yeah. Thanks,’ Will said, then venturing to inquire: ‘What are your, er, what’s your name?’

‘Piscis Gladius, at your service as always,’ the knife answered as one.

Enlightened, and still amazed, Will stowed his new friend and former tool in his pocket, handled the pullover, and made off for room 414 at the Holiday Inn, Boone.

Wynter, aged three, was enthralled with her new outerwear. Donning it she became a fashionable sight to match her older sister. Clad against the night airs and the threat of fog or drizzle, the happy family soon meandered down US 321 towards Blowing Rock.

On the short drive, as the girls chattered away in their car seats, Will asked Wendy, ‘Did you ever read The Children of Hurin?’

‘What’s that?’ Wendy remarked. ‘Is that a kid’s book?’

‘No, it’s Tolkien. One of his posthumous books, a tragedy.’ Will said.

‘No, I haven’t,’ she said. ‘Is there anything Halloween spooky in it?’

‘Kind of. It’s about Hurin’s son, mostly. He, among many adventures, found a talking sword.’ Will let the words fall out slowly, his mind somewhere else and his eyes on the road.

‘Well, no tragedy tonight. We’re out for spooky fun with the Ghost Train, right girls?’ Wendy said and asked, more to the back seat than to Will. Then she turned to the radio. ‘Let’s see if there’s some macabre music on!’

There was not, as it turned out, though the girls (and Wendy) had fun with a kid’s sing-a-long CD about a black cat and a jack-o’-lantern. Will kept thinking about his new fishy acquaintances. Fifteen minutes later, he did the honorable thing and, seeing a chance, dropped the ladies off nearer to the main entrance, himself resolved to seek out a parking space alone. For some reason, he parked as far away as he could, or as far as the attendants would allow. On his slow walk up the hill to the ticket office and gates, he checked to make sure no one was close or watching and he pulled out the knife.

‘Okay, now. What’s the real story behind a talking pocket knife, my postal friends?’ he asked.

‘Ah, yes,’ said the first trout. ‘We, as we said, were crafted by a great master in Seki. His skill, and perhaps something greater, lives on in us. We always knew we were smart – uh, smarter than your average knife – but we could never bring ourselves to speak out loud. That is, to anyone else or even to ourselves.’

‘We kind of thought together, if that makes sense,’ added the second fish.

‘Indeed, indeed,’ rejoined the first.

‘You never spoke to the first owner? The man with the loose pocket?’ Will inquired.

‘No, sadly,’ said the first. ‘He was a good enough fellow, and he took us on all sorts of adventures.’

‘We went to the World Trade Center, and to some, well, mysterious meetings in Washington, along with many other exciting places!’ the second said happily.

‘And, then you graciously took us to the home of our philatelic ancestors. And the frigid extremes of the Pole,’ said the first. ‘Exhilarating, if cold enough to freeze the fish off a steel blade.’

‘We’ve a mind to see our true home of origin, where the stamps met the metal, in Japan, someday. If it can be arranged. Perhaps this visit to Tweetsie can help us along,’ said the second, whimsical.

‘The Tweetsie magic, yes!’ said the first. ‘It’s probably not magic, per se, more of Divine Providence. But it was here, in this blessed little realm, under the Tilt-a-Whirl, that we first spoke. To ourselves, of course. And it might just be proximity, tonight, that prompted our speech to you, dear William.’

‘You guys think there’s more of that magic ahead?’ Will asked.

‘We do, now that we see more clearly,’ said the second.

‘You talked about traveling. And you want to get back to Japan. You think there’s any chance I could help with that tonight?’ Will asked.

‘Possibly, if not probably or definitely,’ replied the second.

‘What can I do, if or when the time is right?’ Will wanted to know.

‘Cast me away,’ said the first trout, flatly.

‘Where? Like into a lake or something?’ Will asked with mild trepidation.

‘Oh, no! Nothing like that, Will,’ soothed the first fish. ‘Let’s just say, if and when the time is right, you will know him when you see him.’

‘I’ll just know him when— Oh, hey, people and the ticket office, guys! Back in the pocket, we go,’ Will said with a wink.

In a jiffy, he passed through the turnstile and into the legitimately happiest place in the world. He was as awed as ever as he walked past the stroller rentals and the ironically-juxtaposed jail and began scouting for his family on Main Street. It was always the same at Tweetsie, regardless of the year, the season, or the time. The little park was (or is) the one place that is always exactly the same as one remembers it from childhood.

Will noticed a sign near the Cowboy Cantina. In a few days, the final day of the season, a concert was to be held at the Hacienda. Will reckoned they would have to miss that fun, even though he knew the band and wanted to sing along.

‘Dandy and the Bass Slayers! Boy!’ he said out loud.

‘Vee herb dap!’ came a watery call from his pocket.

‘Sorry guys. But it’s bass, not trout,’ Will explained. ‘They’re a rockabilly band from… Hello, baby girls!’ He had found his loved ones.

‘Daddy!’ Wynter practically screamed as she jumped up into his arms.

‘It’s me!’ he said before pecking her on the forehead.

‘Daddy! We should have worn our Halloween costumes!’ said Willow, excitedly if somewhat ruefully.

‘Well, now, let’s see,’ said Will; ‘I think we’re costumed enough. You two and mommy are obviously princesses.’ It was a kindly remark, true in a familial sense, pleasing to young daughters, and it generated a smile from an appreciative wife.

‘So, daddy?’ began Wendy; ‘Just what are you? Our prince?’

‘No,’ he answered. ‘I’m just a greens manager enjoying a long weekend.’

‘That’s not a costume!’ Willow sang while pulling back and forth on Will’s hand.

‘Everyone else is making up for it! Look at all these characters around us! Now, what are we going to do?’ He placated.

They did just about everything, and some things more than once. The Ghost Train waited while the family had dinner in the Cantina. Then, there was a small matter of more shopping at the very same stores that they’d visited earlier that day. Some pictures were taken. Then! Then, they rode the Train, with frights, thrills, and chills aplenty. They found themselves in a delightfully dark haunted wonderland. There was so much to take in! Ghouls, ghosts, goblins, and more lurked around every laughing corner. The family found out that they call it a Freaky Forest for a reason. And, who knew candy corn worked so well in a funnel cake?! After seeing a spooktacular show at the Palace, they ventured up to Miner’s Mountain for more shows, more rides, more pictures, and more fun. For added measure, just to be safe, they even had some additional fun. On the way back down, via the chair lifts, Will had to ride by himself, a car behind the ladies. He listened to them sing and shout and yell Hello, spiders! to the giant, illuminated spiders down on the hillside. After a moment, he pulled the knife out once again.

‘Hey, guys. I’ve been looking for whomever this is supposed to be, and I haven’t really seen him yet,’ he said.

‘No, you wouldn’t,’ said the second trout; ‘not yet.’

‘You’ll know him when you see him, not before,’ said the first.

‘So, he wasn’t that tall, intelligent but dangerous-looking man with the very attractive woman at his side?’

‘Certainly not.’

‘It’s not the last owner, is it?’

‘No. We’re going forward, not backward.’

‘Is he anything like me?’

‘Like you, perhaps, as you were.’

The conversation ended at the lower lift station. The knife was again concealed and, roundabout, Wendy, Will, and the girls ran, skipped, and frolicked their way over to the Country Fair. There, the falls were free, the tornado was gusty, the turnpike was cruising, and the arcade was refreshing. Will and Willow even braved a car on the Tilt, while Wendy and Wynter dared to occupy another. Will almost assumed that the knife would once again fly off, literally, on a further escapade. But in the end, when he checked, it was still in his pocket. At last, as the evening drew towards its closing, the ladies wanted one final thrill. Space limits dictated that only they could ride the ferris wheel, so Will contented himself to sit and watch.

He had taken to a bench near the Tilt and was watching (and listening) as the women of his life circled high above. He knew that after the very next revolution, they would exit and this particular Tweetsie visit would come to an end. He didn’t know that he had inadvertently taken out the knife, nor that he was gently turning it in his hand. He had just realized what he was doing and was again examining the stamps as they turned upwards to his face, kindled by the carnival lights all around him. Suddenly, a voice spoke – and it was not aquatically-accented: ‘That’s a nice knife you have, mister.’ Will looked up and observed a boy of about ten, who was keenly looking at the little folder. Without thinking any more about it, Will stood up and held out the knife to the lad insistently. After a second of hesitation, the boy took it.

‘That’s a nice knife you have,’ Will said with a smile.

‘Gee. Thank you, sir,’ said the boy.

‘Don’t thank me,’ said Will, ‘thank the fish.’ With that, he simply walked away, almost immediately running into the giggling womenfolk.

‘Will Ferrum, did I just see you give your favorite knife to that little boy?!’ Wendy asked perplexedly.

‘You did,’ Will said. ‘Somebody has to get them to Japan.’

While both the gift and the remark potentially begged a few questions, she asked him no more about it, and he explained it no further. Instead, they all four wound their way back, past the Spice Ghouls, past the prize pumpkins, and past spills and chills galore, to the exit on Main. As they were departing, and maybe they didn’t even hear it, thus began the melody of “Pet Sematary” by the Ramones. And a pale, strange man in a cape and a top hat, seated across the cowcatcher of Old Number 12, began to laugh.

Consider steel, as cold as night,

Allocution of the angled;

Find the sword a cordial sight,

So keeper be embrangled.

~The End~

Furthermore,

Deo vindice. Deus est etiam iustitia.