The other day, an acquaintance, taken with the Azov-Nazi Regime, asked me whether I stood with the Russians or the Ukrainians. I replied that I stood with the Christians, which, of course, means the Russians (not that it doesn’t mean most Ukrainians as well). That increasingly DOES NOT mean Americans or US residents or citizens. The darkness grows in the former US of A.
In a profession long dominated in the U.S. by Christian clergy, Buddhists are leading an ever more diverse field that includes Muslim, Hindu, Wiccan and even secular humanist chaplains. Buddhist chaplains say they’re uniquely positioned for the times due to their ability to appeal to a broad cultural and religious spectrum, including the growing number of Americans — roughly one-third — who identify as nonreligious.
If one is dying in a low-rent hospital and requests a Priest, I suppose it is better for a kindly pagan woman to appear rather than a witch doctor or a robed, knife-wielding satanic sorcerer. Then again, the next AP piece will probably be on how great those two alternatives are and how we have always been a Judeo luciferi-Christian nation. Or, they may just say “luciferian nation.” One doomed country, under evil, with “dignity and respect” for all…
Michael Snyder’s work is, for the most part, great. Sometimes, however, he misses the point. Yes, the USSA is a flaming trainwreck in a sewer dumpster under the wrath of God.
Some brand new numbers that have just been released confirm the fact that the United States is undergoing an extremely dramatic cultural transformation. It can be so easy to focus on our constantly evolving news cycles and the day to day battles between Democrats and Republicans, but when you step back and look at the bigger picture it is undeniable what is happening to this nation. America’s foundational values have radically shifted over time, and that is far more important than any short-term political victories or losses. If these trends continue, America’s future will look completely different from America’s past.
On Thursday, Gallup released a brand new survey which found that an all-time high 7.1 percent of all Americans now identify as LGBT…
Read the whole thing. It’s not “Democrats and Republicans.” It’s not “foundational values.” It’s the ethnoreligious and literal physical and genetic character of the people that changed for the worse. Strict Heritage Americans are now a minority in America. Any and all Americans will be minorities in a few years. This has been the unopposed trend since 1965 and was in the works many decades before that. There’s also the uncomfortable fact of the foreign ruling elite, lording over both Americans and not-Americans in the dead US. An ad popped up in Mike’s article that makes that plain as day:
“free” pin may have certain costs…
As bad as the queers are, they’re but a typical end-of-regime sign of the times, a symptom. The order, again, is and always was: Identity > culture > politics.
Americans – or, more accurately, USians – are a dim, dull people, mentally speaking. Even so, it’s encouraging that a majority disfavor direct suicidal intervention in the nothing in Ukraine.
The Economist/YouGov survey showed that only 13% of US adults believe it would be a “good idea” to deploy troops to fight Russians in Ukraine. In fact, support for a combat mission on Moscow’s doorstep is so low that more Americans (17%) favor withdrawing from NATO than tangling with Russia’s military. The poll found that 55% of Americans believe sending combat troops to Ukraine would be a “bad idea,” while 33% are unsure.
The will to empire is fading just as the empire itself fades. Good.
On the Monday and Tuesday editions of the Prepper Post News this week, I reported on and positively reviewed Robert F. Kennedy, Jr.’s book “The Real Anthony Fauci.” Buy it and read it. I’ve already said much concerning the matter.
The book is superbly written and organized by a passionate and informed author. It confirms everything we, the intelligent and faithful, knew. It teaches us new things, some of which are almost unimaginable. It is a damning indictment of the title subject – literally like a charging document under the Nuremberg Code. It is also as good a bill of wrongs against the entirety of the US imperial government – for satanic crimes of all kinds dating back a century – as I have just about ever seen. If temporal justice escapes the evil-doers, know that Saint Michael sharpens his sword. Buy it and read it!
Most people will not or cannot do that. In fact, most don’t care. About much of anything. They do not think. They feel. Fear is their primary emotion.
So much is happening.
The American People are being systematically eliminated.
We are replaced with dull, violent primitives and literal cannibals.
We are in year three (or ten) of a giant idiotic hoax, war, and war crime.
The foreign satanists who run the US are forcing the world to the brink of a massive multi-front war.
Those elites murdered JFK, pulled 9/11, and created and unleashed the CoronaHoax. These things – read the damned book! – are all related.
The world economy, at least the part in the ailing West, is dead.
So much more.
But evil and stupidity have rendered the Amerikan Sheeple immune to rationality and reality. They have reminded me of another Boring Old Perrin Story.™
Many, many years ago… How many? I can’t remember. Let’s say it was back in 1979. As good a year as any. We’ll also say it was in Mississippi. It was a long time ago in a world that no longer exists.
My parents, perhaps wanting to be more like my maternal grandparents, were looking for some kind of RV. A few years later, they bought a pop-up camper. I think we used it twice and then were ever so happy to get rid of the thing,
Anyway, on what I think was a summer day, we ventured far out into the countryside. This is relatively easy to do in Mississippi. Where, exactly, I cannot recall. But it seems to my poor memory that there was a sizable RV dealership way out somewhere. It was on the outskirts of a larger town. Tupelo? Meridian? Somewhere. We went, and looked, and left with nothing – except this story.
It could have been me being a small boy at the time, but the place was or appeared rather large. It was loaded with campers, class C models, vans, etc. This being back in the sane, normal, old, and gone America, the small boy was given free rein to run around at will. I did.
While running wild, I discovered that this place, like any decent RV dealer, kept a family of goats in the backlot. I interacted with the group, which was just as fun as it sounds. Some were friendly and liked me petting them. Others were angry and it was all I could do to hold them at bay. My petting and fighting were interrupted for the occasional camper consultation. I can only remember one. I was yellow and smelled bad.
The key part of this tale either happened during our initial entry or upon a quick jaunt to and from the car. Between the parking lot and the sales office, there was a concrete sidewalk. I was following a few steps down it behind my old man. There, I heard a sad, lonely, and faint wailing cry. I looked down at my feet.
Pathetically alone and doomed to die, a tiny, half-finger-sized baby bird lay screaming. It was naked, featherless, and pink. It being both helpless and hopeless, I was instantly moved to pity it. And, at the time, I didn’t even know what it was.
“What’s this?” I called my dad.
“A baby bird that fell out of the nest,” he explained.
I looked around and didn’t see a nest. The matter was inexplicable though it was very real. There was nowhere to return this little victim, who was likely beyond survival anyway.
The old man did the right and decent thing. He bent down and rolled the urchin up in his handkerchief. I didn’t see it, but I assume he used the dove field trick, probably with a press of his thumb, to hasten the poor little bird’s passing. His next move, understandable now, perplexed me then. He simply deposited the rolled body into a nearby trashcan and moved on.
“Why did you throw away the baby bird?” I asked. He didn’t explain, knowing I would eventually figure it all out. I did, in time. In fact, I’ve done similar good deeds myself in the ensuing decades. The day went on. Time followed it.
These days, here in post-modernity, I now recall the doomed baby bird. I see him frequently. All around me, in the faces of my fellow citizens, my neighbors, even a few friends, in their faces I see the baby bird with his eyes closed tight and mouth opened wide and loud. Confronted with a thousand evils, they lie helpless and hopeless, naked and screaming. Again, I am moved to pity. And I cautiously wonder if some kindly giant might happen along with a handy pocket square. He has, one might imagine, yet to appear.
Do not be the baby bird. Stand up. Fly. Fight. Whatever. Nobody is going to gently deposit you anywhere. Survival is up to you. It’s not 1979. This is sometimes inexplicable, but at all times real. Tell me I’m wrong.
We will not get, for now, the final word on the assassination of John F. Kennedy, perhaps the last Chief Executive that really acted like one. The truth about the demise of a real President is blocked by a fake one. After 58 years, some vague need remains to “protect against an identifiable harm to the military defense, intelligence operations, law enforcement, or the conduct of foreign relations that is of such gravity that it outweighs the public interest in disclosure.” That literally means and states that the satanic cult masquerading as a government in Washington owes its allegiance to the Dark State and not to the American People. We all knew that anyway.
There’s a lot we know and that we suspect. None of it, this week, is too concerning to me. So, I decided to move on with something else.
I saw a duo of pitiful stories in the pitiful newspaper of a pitiful Southern city about the goings-on at the local fall fair. Those used to be fun, back when America still was. These stories, the kind of which have become usual across much of the former nation, revealed a new truth.
The first one featured a pictorial presentation of all the “fun.” Patrons gain admission only via metal detectors. This fair boasted a new policy that requires clear bags, purses, and packs. It was obvious they were trying to keep certain things out. Once inside, the people waddle around in search of fried lard and sugar in order to increase their existing gross obesity. I have not been to one of these things in years or decades. It’s just as well, I suppose.
Over the weekend, despite all the metal scanning and tote translucence, an “incident” occurred which necessitated clearing the place out early. The second story didn’t say as much, but it was fairly clear that “teens” must have been at work. Going forward, all “teens” must be accompanied by an adult if they want to terrorize the tubbies. Again, from stories coast to coast, we pretty much know who and what that means.
In other words, it was a post-modern USian affair, with debased Americans suffering mightily at the hands of not-Americans. I hazard to guess that not one in ten of the former group would admit as much. So it goes. And they can have it. I have my memories of a better era.
Forty years ago, things were different. I’ve written before about my time at a private school in Mississippi, home to the great Friday night football shotgun raffle! Around this time every year, the same school hosted its annual Halloween Carnival. This is the kind of thing that became known as a “Fall Festival” and then “Trunk or Treat” or what-have-you.
Back then, in another age and nation, the culture was much purer and a bit more innocent. Many knew about the very dark origins of the titular day, but most simply put it aside in an effort perhaps best described as co-option. As, now, they steal everything from us, I suppose that back then Christians took something away from the devil! For a little while.
The main theme of the evening was fun. Real, all-American fun. Kids wore costumes and circulated around the school gym playing a variety of corny games. I can remember several of these events – and fondly. I do not recall a single problem ever.
No “teens” were present. Homogeneity, as we know, provides true blessings. Thus, there was no need for metal detectors, police officers, clear bags, or any other bullshit that has become the mainstay of the dead anti-culture. Not one of these carnivals was ever, to my knowledge, canceled early for safety reasons.
It was a K-12 school. One thing, of many, that would never fly today was the kissing booth. Varsity cheerleaders offered simple cheek pecks for a dollar. One can see how this would all be described by today’s low priests of destruction as sexist, racist, homophobic, fun, possibly anti-semitic, and maybe some other damn fool words they throw around to beat cuckservatives into fear and silence. Again, for us, it wasn’t a problem.
No, wait! There were a few little hiccups, as it turns out. We boys of the K-8 variety had the dollars. But there was, as one can imagine, a shortage of patience and line space. A little shoving might have broken out. Still, I don’t think anyone ever mentioned a need for teen detectors.
Ah, America.
Here, only mildly related, please find the beginning portion of a poem. It’s part – the ending part – of something I started about a year ago and then forgot about. Look for the rest, attached to a short story, real or fictional, when or if you see it.
This is a shorter column. It starts with Pink Floyd lyrics.
When I was a child,
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone.
When I was a child, thanks to timing, geography, and demographic anomaly, I caught more than a glimpse. I was one of the last to live in the final semblance, beyond a false facade, of America as it was. I’m now grown and the Nation is gone. However, unlike some accursed Boomer, I am not comfortably numb.
Rather, I usually balance on the edge between crushing numbness of a kind most uncomfortable and blinding rage. So balanced, I can generally function somewhat intelligently. So it was last weekend.
One doesn’t expect to find signs of life at a funeral. I did. Call it Divine intervention or, perhaps, a tribute to the powerful, lingering nature of the deceased, but we had quite the cast of characters present. A presence.
This week, I was supposed to write something about scheduled the October 26th declassification of the CIA’s records concerning the murder of JFK. That won’t happen, even after nearly sixty years have passed. With so much left to hide from an insouciant public, they’ve already moved for an extension. They’ll get it. It really does not matter.
When Kennedy was in Office, Heritage Americans were some 88% of the US population. Soon, we’ll be half that. As I’ve written before, it was America.
Saturday, I found myself home once again, if only for a few hours.
There were approximately 150 people in attendance. After the service, a smaller crowd, yours truly included, retreated to a farm for a private function. It was much more a celebration of a life worth celebrating than an inhumation.
Of all those in attendance, I would conservatively estimate that 100% were White European Christians. Honestly, there could have been an Asian woman, though I cannot recall exactly. Regardless, it was a gathering of the Posterity stronger than that of JFK’s day.
The men were all strong, intelligent, civilized, and stoic. Manly gentlemen.
The women, all of similar character, were uniformly beautiful, feminine.
It was an intellectual population, in my estimation a full standard deviation or more above the average.
The service was presided over by a Pastor best described as a Christian Fundamentalist. He meant what he said and believed the Power behind his proper, valiant words.
A grieving family mixed with familial extensions and friends. I say “grieving” though I don’t really think any of us have yet processed the loss. As I eulogized, impromptu, each of us is, as the subject character of Apollinaire’s poem, only beginning to realize that we stand on one side of a broken bridge.
In an age of psychotic breakdown, I think I only saw two masks. They were worn, for whatever reason, by two people who did not and would not dream of suggesting anyone else don similar attire. No one mentioned, possibly outside of a joke, the Great Hoax. There was no fear in this crowd.
There were writers and poets, editors, and publishers. There were educators of the literal kind. There were veterans. And farmers. And laborers. Crafters of many kinds. There were smart students of multiple ages. There was an actor. There were state and federal elected officials, all of whom naturally or deliberately left politics far away. There were more. We were one.
Most appropriately, while the pipes played inside the Chapel, outside in the hall, a line of George Meredith books stood guard – in the company of those by our departed friend and brother.
Owing to our composition, Lord Jesus Christ attended, giving strength and calm to all hearts and minds. His Father attuned the climate towards perfection. Cool breeze-borne air circulated under a bright blue fall sky.
Symbolic of the future, of the mandate to stand and persevere, a little girl with bright blue eyes delighted in toddling barefoot through the grass.
Memory upon memory and blessing upon blessing. Something more than a remembrance. For an afternoon, it was America.
It’s 2021 and, as I edge closer to Fifty, I still grapple with the hard fact that I live in a collapsed society, a decimated culture, and a dying country, the base nation of which is already deceased or subsumed. If you’re a real American over Forty (and, yeah, I’ll have to raise the age soon), then you probably know what I’m getting at. It’s okay; you don’t have to even admit it, just so long as you know.
I find it fascinating how many people still haven’t come around to reality. Many who do, God bless them, still can’t break some of the old habits. Here’s to hoping that they just need a little more time – and that there’s a little more time left.
This is a column that never really got any drafting traction. After so many years of relentless drum-beating, I suppose I’m a little tired. As I told someone on the phone this morning, everything that is happening to Americans and the West is the just and deserved Wrath of God visiting, as promised, upon so much wickedness. For my part, I am optimistically grateful for all that has come and is coming of the total collapse.
Remember:
“In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.” 1 Thessalonians 5:18 (KJV).
That passage is rather easy when the things that pass are pleasant. But, it’s just as important, maybe more important, to be grateful for the “bad” things too. If the past two years have done nothing else, then they have at least made clear who we are, where we are, exactly what we are up against, and exactly Who is with us – the will of God in Jesus Christ concerning us.
We’ll be back, hard and heavy, next week. This is enough for now, but I have thought of a happy bonus: a rerun!
Here, without any updates (which I could easily append), is my most popular article of the year. And, yes, I am aware of the stupid new “Family Guy” cartoon. Still,
If the old canard is true, that the sultry Jewess is deployed to beguile the Goyim, then Gal Gadot is Judaism’s ultimate weapon. I don’t think the ancient rumor is necessarily correct, but if it is, then in this case I’m okay with it. Heck, I like it. The ranting, raving, sub-literate mental cases of the social media world do not. Wonder Woman triggered the depraved, the wicked, and the stupid. With this:
Gal Gadot, Twitter/Instagram.
Pray for peace, incur the wrath. You likely know what the socials and the gekaufte journalisten say. Gadot’s simple, heartfelt, easy-to-read, and easy-to-understand message of peace was met by a fusillade of vitriol from the darkest depths of the underworld. For the sake of positive redirect, I’ve decided to reframe the attacks in terms of reasons why every sane, decent person should love Gal Gadot. First, I’d like to get a few things out of the way.
They say they want to “cancel” Mrs. Gadot and have everyone “unfollow” her. They failed. She’s Gal Gadot. She’s not getting canceled. She’s only gained followers since last week. Regardless of extremely poor media coverage, there is no backlash from her fans. They love her. Period.
The fools mocked about “ratio-ing” her after she blocked moronic comments on her sweet note. (The devil’s tools then shifted their focus to older, unrelated posts). Ratio-ing means they wanted to drive the number of Retweets (against her) above the simple “Likes” in her favor. A ratio, and I don’t expect the average hater to understand this, is a mathematical concept. Using the numbers in the above capture, from May 16, 2021, we see that the total aggregate of Retweets and Tweet Quotes is 138,500. Assuming that all of them are negative – and they’re not – then they are still outnumbered by the 145,000 Likes. Her message has over one million Likes on Instagram. People love her. People stand with her.
The relative few who don’t like her, sad cases, for the most part, call her a variety of names like Zionist, Nazi, murderer, baby-killer, Hasbara agent, oppressor, and, yes, racist. She’s a high-value celebrity, so she catches it from all sides. Israeli/Jewish loons and hardcore pan-Zionists say she betrayed her nation and people by staying neutral or by curing favor with the Gentiles and Arabs. Mean people say a lot of things. Too Jewish or not Jewish enough.
A few detractors may sincerely have valid points. Leaving a legitimate plea about the war on one of Gadot’s National Geographic IMPACT episodes might be misplaced, but it is somewhat understandable. I suspect she is sympathetic to all licit parties.
There is the legion of jackasses who just want to abuse her, her family, and anyone/thing she might care about. These sorts were leaving idiotic, derogatory remarks long before any of the recent events commenced. Some admit they hated her from day one. Last week just gave them an excuse to really crank up their pitiful garbage.
Many Gadot-bashers are, I deduce, robots and paid shills. There’s just too much homogeneity and synchronization across many of the comments on multiple platforms. That made me realize something; this isn’t really about Gaza and it’s certainly not about Gal Gadot. It has the signature of the Unrestricted Warfare described by PLA Cols. Liang and Xiangsui in 1999. There are multiple fifth-generation conflicts being waged around the world by multiple parties for multiple reasons. Some of them concern Israel, the Arab-Muslim Middle East, and the United States. Who and why? I have no definitive idea. However, a popular movie star provides an attractive vehicle for spreading the overwhelming chatter. Strange things do happen – more frequently than one imagines.
Has there been any effect on our beloved actress? In the long run, she’ll be just fine. As more than a few tabloids report, she’s gone Romeo Siera on the social front. She did an interview with National Geographic though it may have been recorded earlier. The world press has been as useless as ever. I briefly searched Israel outlets for information. All I found was a rehashing of generic wire nonsense at the Times and JPost. They are, as might be expected, preoccupied at the moment.
We’ve learned another great thing about Gal Gadot! She is not a Republican. She may be quiet but she’s not backing down or apologizing. Bots and shills aside, she’s dealing with SJWs. All they do is lie, double down on the lies, and use the lies to project what’s really wrong with them. It’s their sad burden to bear. Let them. Gadot was in the IDF and she works in Hollywood. She has thick skin. Still, at some level, the unjustified acidity hurled at her has to burn. It’s problematic trying to help soothe a terrible situation not of one’s making only to be stabbed in the back for the trouble. Something tells me she will gather whatever pain she feels and channel it into something else bigger, better, and more productive.
She’s a sweetie, they have an agenda. She’s pretty, they’re jealous. She’s successful, they’re ignorant. She’s good, they are wicked. To celebrate her and to contrast her with them, here are my seven reasons Gal Gadot is the best export Israel ever sent to the unworthy world.
One. She’s Jewish.
Proudly, openly, and from what I gather from fast yet reliable research, faithfully. In terms of non-ethnic affiliation, my guess would be Reform, but I’m not in the know. Were she a Christian, she’d strike me as a Methodist. The plain fact is that the SJWs and other evil-doers hate God and Gal Gadot is His good servant. אלוהים יברך אותך, אישה מתוקה.
Two. She’s Israeli.
Proudly, openly, and defiantly. Whether she considers herself one, she is a nationalist to one degree or another. Per her very plain words, she’s concerned for everyone – through the lens of her people first. Israel is her nation! This bold, kind defense is right, being in accordance with the actions, instructions, and predictions of the Almighty.
Three. She’s Family-Oriented.
Based on my research, she’s a mother of two with one on the way. (Congratulations!) [Easy update – Three Daughters, now!] She’s been married to the same man for over a decade – in Hollywood. Loyal fans joke that he, Yaron Varsano, is the luckiest man alive. He might be though his fortune is only one-half of the happy equation. She’s also lucky if that’s the right word. She’s a wonderful mother, wife, daughter, relative, and friend. Some of the trolls have stooped so low as to wish her children harm, which really tells one everything about the trolls. Gadot obviously loves children and not just her own. I saw some videos of her posing with fans at conventions. While she was kind to everyone, from the way she treats the kids, one would think she was the one there to see them. One will also note from these interactions the mother in her: effortless, natural positioning of children for photos; hugging, picking up, and cooing over toddlers; and straightening clothes without looking.
This is a Zionist Nazi Oppressor?
She went to a children’s hospital in the full, theatrical Wonder Woman costume and visited with the kids and their families until, as it sounds, they got tired of her. CDAN, which has nothing negative to report about Gadot (that says something), praised her kindness towards the young even when they interrupted her at restaurants. Again, from the encounters, it’s more like she’s the children’s fan than the other way around.
Four. She’s Painfully Beautiful.
This one goes without saying – yet it’s perfectly fitting. We speak of the good and the true. Sometimes beauty is literal. There’s a reason why the wicked hate beautiful things and people.
Five. That Accent.
The sound matches the sight. Listen to anything she’s ever said.
Six. She’s a Legitimately Gifted Actress.
Her most famous role is performing as a comic book character. Yet she does something beyond bringing a fanciful fictitious persona to life. There are, in the films I’ve seen, numerous scenes with necessary cliche dialogue. Wonder Gal still makes them work, makes them believable. One doesn’t see Gal Gadot acting, one sees the character. It’s enough to almost suspend my near-impenetrable disbelief.
I have no idea whether she had formal training, or if she’s a natural, or both. She has a gift. I watched a few of her home videos, social media shorts, and interviews and she just has a way of melding speech, movement, intensity, and keen intellect into something instantly convincing and marvelous. Whatever it is, it works. She does too. The hours and effort involved in her business are insane. Before the Twitter storm, she was criticized for being, surprise, surprise, a rich elitist living in a magic castle in the clouds. If so, then she earned it. Be inspired, not jealous. Be thankful.
Seven. She Uses Her Celebrity for the Greater Good.
She doesn’t have to and still, she does. With scores of millions of fans worldwide, she has the platform to make a difference. Her missive last week was an attempt along those lines in addition to her knowledgeable opinion about something very close to home. Using her very intimate remarks, she tried to help everyone. The dull scorn of an angry world notwithstanding, she did.
She does that frequently and intentionally. For anyone unsatisfied with her substantial philanthropic work, I ask, “What have you done?” We all know the answer.
Gadot knows people listen to her. They listen because she’s a wonderful woman and because there is a greater Power in and behind her. Ironically, all the baseless attacks of late only reinforce that truth. Proof of evil often leads to proof of goodness and, ultimately, of God. The wicked attack the good and the just because they are good and just. Gal Gadot was given her talents for a reason. Her use of them for our benefit is a miracle. Good, True, and Beautiful.
Last month, I wrote about the in-progress demographic collapse and destruction of the American nation and the in-progress breakup of the United States. The column was somewhat popular and I thank you. And I knew it wasn’t going to be published in certain quarters. That’s all fine and well, though I sense that even in those places the walls of reality are getting so close as to warrant frustrated attention.
The frustration grows. For some reason – call it continuing scholarship … or morbid curiosity – I again consulted the Census numbers for 2020. Our stalwart government servants are indeed leaking the information out slowly so as to torture Americans for as long as possible. Well, those Americans that remain.
Previously, I pondered:
If the number happens to be -439,000, then we will be knocked back to the same population we were at two decades ago, 195,975,000. In other words, Whites have remained statistically stagnant this entire Century even as the total US population has increased by 50 million people. That accounts for the drop of the White percentage of the population from 69.1% in 2000 to less than 60% today (likely 57-59%).
[In 2020, there was a net loss of 482,000 Whites, sufficient to erase all gains of the entire 21st Century. The total loss, from 2016 through 2020, is 1,245,103. Assuming the trend continues this year, we could stand, at the end of December, with 2,000,000 fewer Whites. All other measured groups continue to gain population, both as percentage shares and in total numbers. Additionally, we absorb, daily, around 7,000 illegal invaders (that the Empire knows about). That means that as we lose another 500,000, 600,000, or 700,000+ Whites in 2021, they will be replaced by approximately 2,000,000 not-Americans, almost 100% of them non-White.
I think it is safe to say that the promises from the Senate, regarding the Hart-Celler Evil Act of 1965, that there would be no noticeable demographic changes, were all intentional and calculated lies. It is also safe to remove the false and slanderous “conspiracy theory” label from the Great Replacement, now, reality and not any kind of theory, as it is statistically and observably demonstrable and is a reality that the modern architects boast about with glee].
Hark! They revised some of the data, which I genuinely believe reflects honest and accurate reporting. The results are honestly, accurately depressing. There is a wee bit of fuzziness concerning the total number of Whites alive today, adjusted up from about 195 million to 196 million. That’s within the margin of error and not a concern (outside the 57-59% of the population part). The problem is that the net decline in Whites during 2020 was not 439,000, nor 482,000. Based on the most recent assessment, which, again, I think is fair and accurate, we lost another 627,854 Whites in 2020.
Pick a comparable metro area and imagine it just vanishing. B-A-D.
In the past five years, we have lost a net total of almost 1.4 million Heritage Americans. If 2021 is anything like 2020, then the number rises to 2 million and some change. If the constant trend of increase continues, we may have already reached or exceeded that total.
The rates and numbers of White births and deaths have essentially been reversed. As older Whites die off at a slowly accelerating pace, fewer young Whites are having children. It’s math, not magic – though there is evil behind it, like a satanic plan unfolding.
Part(s) of that plan are seeing hospital maternity wards close as the governing idiots terminate the intelligent nurses who refuse to poison themselves. The plan resulted in a forecast that America will need fewer OBGYNs and pediatricians this decade and beyond. Of course, if American women aren’t having children, what would be the point otherwise?
When a People die out, their culture dies with them. We’re already seeing it, seeing the replacement. There’s a reason why the National Archives just added “warning labels” to the sacred Constitution and other early American documents. The replacement population, having no interest in the enlightenment, limited government, freedom, or civilization, are offended that men in America once revered those things. But, we’re all equal and so forth…
Should one track the decline, just this century – and I don’t really recommend the effort – then one will notice that the real slide started in 2008. Previously, despite the slowing of our growth, we did manage to add another 300-400,000 new Whites each year. However, in 2008 the great decrease commenced. It led us into a virtual standstill in 2015, and into red, negative territory in 2016. Each year thereafter, the numbers keep getting worse (assuming one cares about America, that is).
The reader will recall what inevitability befell the US back in 2008. These numbers are proof that the damaging effects of the Great Recession have never ended, in fact, growing worse, year to year.
These effects are the product of many factors. Chief among them are the Boomers abortion genocide of younger White generations and the collapsing of the globohomo monetary and economic Ponzi scheme in the US. In other words, two of the greatest contributors to the demise are (and were) demographics and debt.
The third to half of Generation X, the Millennials, and Gen Z murdered by our selfish, stupid older generations, were replaced by a never-ending stream of incompatible foreigners. There is no magic dirt and there are no magic words; these new peoples are not and never will be Americans. Yet, they grow while we decline.
The unaborted Whites of the past 50 years faced cultural, political, and economic challenges never faced by any cohort of Americans before. All the while, the wicked Boomers preached the same exceptional lies of exceptionalism that they themselves had helped to make impossible in attainment. Young Whites have been misled into debt and despair to the point where they cannot afford to have children – while living the fake “American dream,” that is. The kids were already struggling up the hill; 2008 tossed a grenade down the slope.
Are there solutions? Of course! The formula can be reversed with relative ease by simply having more Posterity children while deporting incompatibles. Both of those things will happen, God willing, in the new European, Western nations that form in the wake of the unfolding Balkanization of the Disunited States. They won’t or can’t happen in the here and now because too many people cannot see or refuse to see the problem, let alone speak of solving it. In fact, the most debased of these fools still refuse to recognize that there is an “us,” let alone a “them.”
All of this is the end result of the embrace of both wickedness and stupidity. One by itself is bad enough; together they are a nation-destroying combination. And all of this was to be expected. There’s even a Book that promises such affliction in payment for wickedness. Here we are.
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This column is a colloquial follow-up to some of my more recent concentration on the rapidly shifting demographics of the United States and the changes thereby wrought. The idea came to me from “Through the Years,” a wonderful article by Madeline Hughes of the Andover (MA) Townsman.
Andover was, and is, to my eyes, the quintessential New England town, a place like Mayberry had it been imagined by Norman Rockwell had he been a Pilgrim. And its story and trajectory somewhat follow that of THE STREET as written by H.P. Lovecraft, though with the transitional part of that fictional tale being delayed a good century and without the sci-fi ending. Europeans had passed through the general area for some time before one of them thought to settle down and build a cabin. More followed and the town, informally settled in 1642, was chartered in 1646. It was The Street, a bastion of noble, pragmatic, hard Anglo-Saxon Protestants from England. For a quarter of a millennium, it retained its original character and culture.
The English were, of course, joined by newcomers from Wales, Ireland, Scotland, France, and Germany. As the centuries progressed, there came faces from Italy, Poland, Greece, and Russia. Catholics arrived, though in Andover they tended to complement, rather than contend with, the existing Protestants better than in many places. Overall, the character remained the same, with a stern and noticeable emphasis on the second word in New England. By 1946, when Ms. Hughes’s story picks up, the census still recorded a settlement that was roughly 99-100% White European; my guess would be that the largest components of the population would have been descended from the English, Irish, and French residents of old. They were traditional, definitional Americans. The few true outside minorities did whatever they had to in order to blend in, either because they wanted to or because they feared what would happen if they didn’t. Here and there, then, and especially now, a select few of the revolutionary types Lovecraft lamented worked, with mixed success, to modify the homogeneous nature of the town and area.
Andover is now 375 years old. Eighty-six-year-old George Walsh recalled the times around the Tricentenary of 1946. Walsh spoke of another day in, really, another country. Back then – and this may come as a surprise to many younger readers – children played outside. Without supervision. And they had fun. And it was safe. And right. The local fire department used to sound a whistle to tell the kids to return home for dinner. The same fire department, says Walsh, sometimes recruited stronger boys to assist with fighting brush fires. Something suggests that it might be illegal today, the assistance or even the whistle. A lot of things are illegal today in Massachusetts.
His one revelation that really caught my attention was the coal truck. On hot summer days, the local coal company would shuttle children, presumably in the back of a dump truck, to Pomps Pond on the south side of town. One might presume the frivolities there were unsupervised. Who organized the activities? Who remembered the sunblock? Who fretted about horrible things that would never happen? Who, as the question goes, “thought about the children?” They did. They took care of themselves. It worked out well.
Today, the spot is still very popular in the heat of summer. However, hazarding a guess, your author might suggest that perhaps only ten percent of the 1946-levels of youngsters are present any given day. And today’s kids are assuredly under the close watch of helicopter moms, sitters, or nannies. It’s still fun, but it’s different. Back then, there were no troubles of the modern sort. Andover today has a remarkably low crime rate, far below the average of Greater Boston. But, today, the moms and nannies must be cognizant, in the backs of their minds, of nightfall and a certain element which was previously unheard of and intolerable in Essex County.
Walsh noted that, back then, it was “easier living.” He talked about the strong sense of community. He ended the interview with a sense of pride in the continuing spirit of Andover. It is still alive, and well, but it too is slowly changing.
Back at Pomp’s Pond, in 1946, there had to have been a very few problems – of the childish sort. One would be correct in suspecting that some of the little kids were occasionally bullied. One would also be correct to suspect that almost all of them grew up stronger because of it. Those rougher boys who got in the fistfight? They may have done minor damage to each other. However, they walked away as friends and turned into the policemen, firefighters, and soldiers of the future, strong men of the kind the survival of a society depends on. And, those two older children? The young teens, the boy, and the girl. The ones who ducked away for a little extra fun. What about them? (All of the activities I’ve just listed are the stuff of nightmares for helicopter moms, nannies, and busybodies). Well, the overly romantic youth grew up and got married. They stayed married. They had four, or five, or six children – passengers for future truck rides down to Pomps.
Today, more so than elsewhere in the US, Heritage Americans in Andover still tend to have children at the replacement level. Three or four children are not unusual. But larger families, like coal truck hitchhiking, are mostly relics of the past. Globalism and the post-modern economy have taken a toll on the population in terms of quantities and dynamics. Families, together or in parts, move away from town more frequently than they used to. They break up, taking a little part of society with them. Modernity also brought in additional outsiders from 1946 until today.
The Census says the town is still approximately 75% White – down from 91% at the beginning of this century. Blacks today, as for most of Andover’s history, remain a tiny single-digit minority. The same goes for Hispanics, who are much less likely to dwell in Andover than in nearby Lowell or Lawrence. The big growth has been in the Asian population, now about 15% of the total. A glance at the school system provides a clearer picture of the near-term future. At Andover High, Whites are around 70%, with Asians around 20%. Note: Phillips Academy is even more diversified, owing to an increased level of politicization above and beyond the ordinary Massachusetts proportion.
One thing does not necessarily follow another, but they do tend to trend in the same general direction. The politics of Andover (or anywhere else) follows the culture, which is, in turn, a product of the identity of the people. In a way, Andover is a poor example of America’s demographic alteration because, in Andover, it has been much slower and less pronounced than elsewhere. It’s also of a different character. If things continue as they are, then, in a few decades, the town may host the feel and manner of New England coupled with New China. In this case, it’s a matter of a change rather than a decline. A shift from Western to Eastern Civilization is, at least, still concerned with civilization. Many areas of the country have suffered a more profound and negative transformation.
There again, Andover is an excellent example of what has been lost, to the extent that anything has been lost. It’s more a case of something having been given away rather than having been taken. Well, now, was it given? Or, was it taken? If taken, it probably won’t be given back. If given, may it be taken back?
Yet, something is gone, seemingly forever. Whether it fell from political, economic, cultural, or identitarian changes is debatable but the absence is not. The happy free-range play of children was replaced with screens and organization. The busybodies won their quest to control. Growing up with determination and self-reliance is replaced by not growing up. Large generational families are replaced with transfers, promotions, divorces, and “family planning.” The older ways are slowly forgotten. The older sanctities become frowned upon. The people are no longer exactly one.
Andover still hangs on, for now, in defiance of the fallen age. Today, it is surprisingly still a mostly American town in a decidedly and increasingly unAmerican country. But, back then, it simply was America.
I forgot this as part of my Census update – a sure sign of advancing age…
A recent study of infant IQs in Rhode Island bodes horribly for the future.
In the decade preceding the pandemic, the mean IQ score on standardised tests for children aged between three months and three years of age hovered around 100, but for children born during the pandemic that number tumbled to 78[!!!], according to the analysis, which is yet to be peer-reviewed.
“It’s not subtle by any stretch,” said Deoni. “You don’t typically see things like that, outside of major cognitive disorders.”
The study included 672 children from the state of Rhode Island. Of these, 188 were born after July 2020 and 308 were born prior to January 2019, while 176 were born between January 2019 and March 2020. The children included in the study were born full-term, had no developmental disabilities and were mostly white.
Those from lower socioeconomic backgrounds fared worse in the tests, the researchers found.
The biggest reason behind the falling scores is likely the lack of stimulation and interaction at home, said Deoni. “Parents are stressed and frazzled … that interaction the child would normally get has decreased substantially.”
Whether these lower cognitive scores will have a long-term impact is unclear.
No, the long-term impact is clear as the Bell Curve. Maybe something else explains this tragedy, but given the current state of affairs, one answer presents itself kicking, screaming, and demanding attention. Kindly disregard all of the BS about the hoax-demic. It is much more likely that this decline is related to demographics.
Per the available 2020 numbers, RI fares a little better than the USSA as a whole in overall percentages. However, one can or could safely assume the mainstream trends are in full effect in the state. So, that means most of the 2020 births could have easily been to non-Whites. RI has a rather low Asian population as well. Thus, the 100 and 100+ mean scores are practically eliminated. I must say that 78 is low even if the data came almost exclusively from Hispanics, Blacks, and “Mixed” populations, the three largest minorities in RI. It is possible that some of the environmental noise the study mentions could have dropped the average to 78. (Honestly, one might expect it to be a half SD higher). But it’s just as likely that this is a “new normal” nightmare in which the majority of the people having children are: 1) dumb natives (lower IQs follow lower socioeconomic standing and slower people tend to have more children, within and without a manufactured hoax-demic), and; 2) dumb invaders (if migration patterns into RI follow the dismal national trend, then they’re getting people from places with averages in the 60s and 70s).
Time will tell, specifically as to these RI kids, and more generally about the USSA. As-was, IQs were collapsing. When the first world stops having children and only imports replacements from the third world, it becomes the third world. 78 is only just below the world’s average and only just above clinical retardation. It may not be sufficient to keep the lights on, the water flowing, or the food growing. Demographics = destiny.
In a not-unrelated story, PhDs are the most reluctant to get “jabbed” with the mRNA poison. The highly educated tend to be more intelligent, if not as intelligent as duller people suspect. Even as the learned class hasn’t had the foresight to reproduce itself to or past replacement levels, at least we’re smart enough not to stupidly kill ourselves or preclude the possibility of reproduction via chemical sterilization.
A side note: much of my limited socialization is among those with PhDs, MD, JDs, and/or multiple MAs. I can only think of a very few who have had the hoax. All of them were, let’s say, a little less than healthy to start with, yet all of them recovered without issue.
PERRIN LOVETT 
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