John – Page 10 – Wilder, Wealthy, and Wise

Scott Adams, Rest In Peace

“I have an extra Dilbert tie if any of you would like to trade.” – Mission Hill

This post is an update of a post I ran last May when Scott announced he didn’t have long to live.

People often hold “celebrations of life” for someone after they died. I think that’s a shame, really. I get it – you don’t want to hold the funeral for someone who is sitting right there. Besides, when I die, if anyone shows up at the funeral, it will probably be to make sure I’m dead.

I’d hate to rob them of that opportunity.

Regardless, I think it’s fitting to spend some time talking about Scott Adams since he has announced he’s dying. Whereas with a relative it would be weird to talk about them getting ready to leap off the mortal coil while they have a heartbeat and are still in the room, I think Mr. Adams might have appreciated it, if he saw it. It was my most popular post of 2025, so who knows?

One of the first Dilbert® strips.

The first time I ever saw Dilbert™ was on office samizdat. Samizdat is the name for the literature that was copied on the sly in Russia during the Cold War. It was literature that was politically incorrect and thus officially banned. I’m pretty sure HR didn’t want us to see what Wile E. Coyote® really wanted to do to the Roadrunner© while we were on company time.

Certainly, Dilbert© wasn’t banned, it also wasn’t in the local newspaper. So, we huddled around the grainy photocopied versions. And laughed.

Scott Adams was the creator of Dilbert™, and was one of the top five cartoonists of all time. His humor was outstanding, and his satire was spot on until the end.

Scott became a one-man cultural phenomenon in the late 1990s, and forged a national audience with his wit. He had an amazing publishing career as well – he had New York Times© national bestsellers, back when that sort of thing was meaningful.

And the marketing! Watches. Plush toys. Shirts. Calendars. You name it, if it could fit on a cubical drone’s desk, the marketing team around Mr. Adams sold it. And then they moved on to TV, to an unfortunate network that didn’t have the audience that Scott deserved.

That was okay. The Universe was treating Scott just fine.

Speaking of that, Scott was the first place I became familiar with affirmations. He’d write down what his goal was 15 times each day. And then? His goal would be met. I’ve even written about that here.

Now, there are two ways to look at this: first, Mr. Adams just bent the Universe to his will, or second, the very act of creating the affirmation made him look at the world and look for places where he could bring his goal into existence. Regardless, like most things, it worked out pretty well for him: I imagine that the last time he had money issues was back in 1997, and that’s a pretty good run.

Does that mean he always won? No. Very few people remember (thankfully) the Dilberito© which I believe was judged to be a war crime when they tried to feed the remaining stock to the Iraqi prisoners at Abu Ghraib prison.

But that was just his first act. His second was more profound. Having had success with the media, he moved on to philosophy, and his biggest book along that line is probably How to Fail at Everything and Still Win Big, which I’ve written about as well. Great ideas, and presented well.

In the mid-2010s, he moved into P&P: podcasting and politics. His prediction of Donald Trump’s victory was early, and his support of Donald Trump cost Mr. Adams a lot of money. I’m not sure he cared, since by that time he had multi-generational FU money.

The phrase “Fine People Hoax”? That’s the work of Mr. Adams.

I was a regular listener of Mr. Adams podcasts. I missed his blog, which I enjoyed more, but his podcasting style was engaging as well. Coffee with Scott Adams was a regular for me when I used to hit the gym at lunch, and became a once in a while treat for those days I had road miles ahead of me for work. Since 2021, not so much, but mainly due to time constraints.

What I enjoyed the most about Adams was his ability to consistently look at the world from multiple viewpoints, and set up different frames of reference. Some of them had already occurred to me, but many hadn’t. For a person who likes ideas as much as I do, it was always fun to get a fresh perspective so different from the rest of the world.

Was he always right?

Certainly not. His predictions about the Vaxx™ were quite off, but to be fair, he did admit that he had been wrong when evidence proved that to be the case. It wasn’t personal. It was factual.

Then, there was his third act, which I’m betting happened around the time he knew his days were numbered in triple digits counting downwards. That is, of course, on his Coffee with Scott Adams podcast on February 22, 2023 when Adams discussed the result of a survey where many black Americans indicated that they didn’t like white people so much. Adams famously stated: “If nearly half of all blacks are not ok with white people, that’s a hate group, and I don’t want to have anything to do with them.”

People called that racist. The backlash was immediate. His comic strip was cancelled. His books were cancelled and the rights reverted to him. All of the merch? Cancelled.

Result? He could draw what he wanted to draw.

Dilbert® Reborn™

I am certain that Mr. Adams knew what he was doing, and, oddly, that just might be saving black Americans. Mr. Adams had always been very accommodating and supportive of black American. I think, however, post George Floyd, he realized what was happening, and realized a reckoning against black Americans was rapidly coming.

By taking the bold step to criticize black opinion about whites at a time when whites had just had the biggest outpouring of sympathy in history towards blacks, he was signaling to blacks: you can’t act like violent, entitled, spoiled people, nor can you support your racial brethren when they act like that.

Even now, the backlash against the worst of black behavior is growing due to the ubiquity of body cams and uncensored streams.

And that’s okay, because the behavior has to change. I’m pretty sure that everyone, even blacks, are tired of the nonsense.

Yet, the narrative since 1965 has been “there must be a cause and we have to fix the cause and everything will be fine.” That’s been sixty years. If the root cause hasn’t been fixed over three generations, it hasn’t been found or the actions to fix it have made it worse.

And absolutely no one in the mainstream would admit it or even talk about it.

Until Adams spoke.

Now?

There is a realization that behavior simply has to stop. People don’t care why anymore. It’s not about root causes, it’s about swift, certain, and severe justice and the outrage when that’s short-circuited.

The irony is that with comments that got Adams cancelled as a racist, he may have saved many blacks.

It’s too early to tell. The backlash is large, and growing, and people are talking about it in the open, which in the end is the only way to solve a problem. You don’t solve the problems of an alcoholic by getting them more vodka, and you don’t solve the problems of a brat by giving in to them when they throw an antisocial tantrum.

And if you subsidize poverty and single motherhood, you just get more of it.

Mr. Adams entertained, he had been a fountain of ideas, and he had helped shape what is perhaps the most crucial social narrative of our time in the most crucial manner.

The world was a much better place with him in it. I will miss him, but I am grateful that he was here.

The rest of it is up to us.

At the Banks of the Rubicon

On January 10, 49 B.C., Julius Caesar crossed the Rubicon River at the head of Legio XIII. The rest? History. I can’t help but wonder what Julius was thinking about at that moment. Anticipation? Apprehension? Whether he had remembered to pay his insurance premium? Regardless, here’s my take. Took some wrestling to get this one done, and in the end, I had two cuts I really liked, which is a good problem to have,

Something tells me this story will be revisited in our lifetimes in more detail.

Behind The Music:
All the songs so far are here (LINK).
As of today, you can buy ALL of them (except for those that just came out since Sunday, which will go live in a few days, and the parodies) anywhere you buy music by searching for “Wilder’s Hammer” or “Wilder’s Brigade”. Although buying them doesn’t support this blog, it does support the owner the LLC for the music. Who might also own the LLC for the blog.

At the Banks of the Rubicon
By John Wilder

On the banks of that river, a cold wind whispers low
Legions wait in silence, at the dawn’s early glow
Enemies in the Senate, plot my downfall
Pompey calls for surrender, I hear a higher call

Years of conquest echo, Gaul’s blood fresh on my blade
Legion’s glory forged in battle, ambitions never fade
Yet doubt creeps like shadows, civil war’s the grim price
Rome’s streets run with Roman blood, a tyrant’s sacrifice?

The gods above are watching, fate’s thread in my hand
Turn away or cross now, and claim the promised land
Betrayal stings my spirit, loyalty torn apart
The Republic’s final breath, pierces through my heart

Bank of the Rubicon awaits, treason to cross that sand
Cross into storm, create imperial command
Thoughts of ruin, emotions clash like steel
Glory or the grave, seems so unreal

The Rubicon awaits, no way from this fight
For ten thousand years, men dream about the sight
Resolve ignites soul, courage feeds flame
For eternal Rome’s throne, I make my claim

Memories of triumphs, laurels on my brow
But rivals scheme in darkness, to strike me down now
The people’s voice is calling, they crown me in their cheers
Yet crossing means rebellion, and wars will bring tears

Emotions surge like tempests, pride and wrath entwine
Caesar’s heavy burden, a man or now divine?
What if failure claims me, exiled or in chains?
Or victory’s sweet nectar, flowing through my veins?

The river’s murmur taunts me, the boundary of my fate
A single step into the current, opens the Republic’s gate
Doubt and determination wrestle in my mind
The path to god or monster, leaving all behind

Bank of the Rubicon awaits, treason to cross that sand
Cross into storm, create imperial command
Thoughts of ruin, emotions clash like steel
Glory or the grave, seems so unreal

The Rubicon awaits, no way from this fight
For ten thousand years, men dream about the sight
Resolve ignites soul, courage feeds flame
For eternal Rome’s throne, I make my claim

Visions of the Forum, crowds in raptured thrall
Or skulls displayed in silence, a Republic’s rise and fall
My heart beats like a war drum, passion overrides
No more hesitation, the river calls . . .

decide

The Rubicon awaits, cross into the fray
Legions march behind me, Republic’s last day
Thoughts collide like lightning, I see fate’s wheel
A destiny to embrace, broken final seal

The Rubicon awaits, the die is cast

Civil War 2.0 Mid-Month Update: Setting The Stage

“The provisional government currently considers northern Minnesota to be a potential safe zone.” – World War Z

Why are women and children evacuated first during disasters? So we can think about a solution in silence. (all memes as-found)

Minnesota is the current flashpoint in our march towards Civil War. It is a revealing event for several reasons.

First, GloboLeftists are awful. Kyle Rittenhouse shot three people while defending his life. All were felons. The fat lesbian that was shot in Minnesota? She had lost custody of her children. Women get custody in about 80% of cases. I’ll let you do the math.

Second, how did she and her live-in fetish partner make money? It always comes down to that, but these people are getting funding somewhere to fund their lifestyles. In the middle of the workday, if the dead lesbian and her fetish partner can just drive around spending all their time and gasoline, someone is paying for it. And it didn’t come out of the lesbian’s poetry earnings.

Those that are funding this are looking to create the moment when they seize absolute power. The playbook hasn’t changed in centuries. The first step is to create unrest, and to try to find that incident that galvanizes their side to violence. Remember all those bricks conveniently left out during the George Floyd protests?

Violence is the key to creating instability. That instability is then used to create a larger movement, which leads, ultimately, to open war so that power is finally and irrevocably put in the hands of the group leading the unrest. This worked in France a few times, in Russia once, but failed in Germany, leading to the other side ultimately gaining power.

But violence is the playbook, and power is on the line.

How does this finally spin out of control into a full-blown Civil War 2.0? One avenue is through collisions of authority.

Here’s an example: Tim Walz, in a fit of stupidity, calls up the State Patrol in Minnesota to arrest ICE agents. Trump responds with elements of the 82^nd Airborne and parts of the 1^st Marine Division. Of course, there’s a protest, and Walz calls out the Minnesota National Guard.

Trump immediately federalizes the Guard, but leadership under control of Walz disobeys orders.

Gavin Newsom, seeing the opportunity to get some more press coverage, does the same in California. Now it’s national. Maybe the cartels even join in, since they might have decided that business was fine, but owning their own country carved out of northern Mexico and southern parts of the United States might be even more fun.

At this point, many groups are indiscriminately tossing lead, and true civil war is unlocked. I wouldn’t want to be a Trump voter in a blue hive or an illegal in a red town.

This could happen in the span of hours. There are plenty of flashpoints that are ready to explode. For instance, Philadelphia sheriff Rochelle Bilal (Yes, she is. Feel free to look up a picture.) said that, “ . . . the criminal in the White House would be able to keep” ICE agents out of jail.

And I heard that Philly was so nice!

To be clear, Civil War 2.0 doesn’t have to start during Trump’s administration. It’s more likely to, though, if the GloboLeft get to the point where they feel that they’re on the verge of losing it all. I think the GloboLeft feel like they’re going gain control of the Senate and perhaps the House after the midterms. This would lead to Trump essentially being an agent of chaos and annoyance to the GloboLeft, but one that can’t pass any laws.

If the 2026 election happens without Civil War 2.0 breaking out, I predict two years of impasse until the 2028 election. Given that amount of time, it’s likely that the GloboLeft will have made many millions of illegals and imports voters, even if they aren’t citizens. They want to have the final election, and if that’s how they take power, they’re fine with that.

But if it comes to violence, well, they’re fine with that as well.

They actively seek to have deaths like the dead lesbian in Minnesota. They love to have martyrs to their cause so that they can show what stunning and brave victims they are. Partially, this is to infect the “it’s crying so it’s a baby” instinct latent in women, and especially so in women who haven’t had children or have decided to murder their own unborn children.

That’s a guilt-debt, and having someone like the dead lesbian to trot out is just what they want. Notice how they put themselves on roads, daring people to run them over? They hate themselves and they hate their own lives, so ending it all to become a tragic martyr to their cause is a perfect end for them.

But if it comes to dishing out violence, they and their pets are more than willing to accept those conditions. They talk about violence all of the time. When someone on the TradRight mentions it, immediately they’re shut down by other people on the right.

GloboLeftists feel free to talk about “punching Nazis” and mean it. They are not afraid of embracing violence and destroying entire towns. Keep in mind, that even if you are a middle-of-the-road “both sides suck” voter, you are a Nazi to them. They reveled in the assassination attempt on Donald Trump and were driven to ecstasy by the death of Charlie Kirk.

They want you dead and replaced by a more compliant populace.

Are the ICE raids a wonderful opportunity for them?

I believe so. I think that the time leading up to the 2026 midterms is a time where we are at a heightened likelihood of the initiation of Civil War 2.0. The GloboLeft is fueled by fear and hate, and one long hot summer could lead to Civil War 2.0 breaking out in 2026.

Me? I’d have declared an insurrection, called out the troops, surrounded the areas of the riots, arrested everyone using whatever force was necessary, taken them all to camps, deported anyone who wasn’t a citizen, and tried the rest for insurrection, since what they’re doing now is far worse than January 6.

But I like simple solutions. The clock, though, is ticking

Blood in the Soil

Some songs are stories, and some are your family. All of facts in this one are about actual Wilder family stories. I skipped the one where The Mrs. personally insulted NFL QB Phil Simms to his face while he was live on national TV. Good times.

Behind The Music:
All the songs so far are here (LINK).
As of today, you can buy ALL of them (except this one, which will go live in a few days, and the parodies) anywhere you buy music by searching for “Wilder’s Hammer” or “Wilder’s Brigade”. Although buying them doesn’t support this blog, it does support the owner the LLC for the music. Who might also own the LLC for the blog.

Blood in the Soil
by John Wilder

Duncan sailed from Scotland back in seventeen fifty-four
Fought for freedom’s call in the Revolutionary War
From England, Thomas came in sixty, stood with his kin
Made this land their own, let the hard work begin

One planted tobacco in Virginia, rich earth ‘neath his plow
The other swung an axe in Alabama’s wild bough
Built a home from nothin’, tamed the untamed ground
Generations pourin’ sweat, turnin’ dreams around

Blood in the soil, that’s my claim on this land
Generations fightin’, buildin’ hand in hand
From the wars we won to the bridges we raised
This country’s our birthright, in our veins it’s blazed
Newcomers cross the line, say they’re just like me
But that’s a downright lie, can’t you see?
Our folks bled for this dirt, made it what it is
Blood in the soil, this nation’s ours, not his

The Civil War divided, my kin on either side
Both fought at Vicksburg’s siege, where the brave ones died
Nineteen-oh-three, a Thomas spanned wild rocky streams
Bridges still standin’ today, with strong steel beams

Duncan’s line homesteaded New Mexico’s harsh plain
Before it was a state, through drought and drivin’ rain
Laid the railroad tracks that opened up the West
Gave their all for progress, never took a rest

World Wars called ’em back, they answered every time
Came home to build the towns, work mill, bank, and mine
The men they fought and toiled, carved this country true
The women raised the young, made ’em strong and new
No paper makes you kin, no shortcut to the claim
It’s the sweat and sacrifice in our family name

Blood in the soil, echoin’ through the years
Generations’ legacy, wipin’ away the tears
From the farms we tilled to the rails we laid
This land’s our story, in our blood it’s made
Newcomers crowd the gate, claimin’ equal share
But legacy runs deeper, beyond compare
Our folks bled for this dirt, made it what it is
Blood in the soil, forever ours, not his

Blood in the soil
Our claim stands tall
Generations strong
We built it all

Ghost Lesbians in the Sky

Seriously, FA and FO seem to be foreign concepts to entitled liberal white women. Why don’t you all make this viral? I think this would put a lot of sand up GloboLeft panties.

Behind The Music:
All the songs so far are here (LINK).
That’s a LOT of songs. I’m listening to one right now. I mean, I wrote them, so I should love them and think they’re the best ever. And I do. Seriously, I wake up humming these things and it makes me start the day by thinking I can chew roofing nails and spit out bullets. I’ve grown 2 inches, have most of my hair back, and women now bow when they see me since I started listening to these badass tunes. My testosterone is so high because of this music that when sweat drops off my body plants flourish within the release of my bodily fluids within seconds. YMMV.

As of Sunday, you can buy ALL of them anywhere you buy music by searching for “Wilder’s Hammer” or “Wilder’s Brigade”. Although buying them doesn’t support this blog, it does support the owner the LLC for the music. Who might also own the LLC for the blog.

One of my songs has already had radio airplay, so my quest to have full control of all media in 2026 . . . is going ok. Enjoy!

Ghost Lesbians in the Sky
by Johnny Wilder (apologies to Johnny Cash)

An old lesbian went riding out
One bright Minnesota day
Upon a road she rested
As she tried to stop ICE anyway
When all at once a mighty mess
Of bulb head illegals she saw
Plowin’ down the snowy road
And up the pavement draw
Their butch saviors were on fire
And their crewcuts were made of steel
Their eyeglasses were black and shiny
And their carpet breath she could feel
A bolt of fear went through her
As her car thundered up her thigh
For she saw the agent there
And he heard her mournful cry
Yippie-yi-oooooooooo
Yippie-yi-yaaaaaaaaay
Ghost lesbians in the sky
Their faces gaunt
Their values blurred
Flannel all soaked with snow
She’s trying to figure pronouns preferred
She was a driver but now just cargo
‘Cause they’ve got to drive forever
On those pronouns in the sky
For Somalis cheating all
As they drive on, hear their cry
As the video cameras recorded her
She heard one call her name
If you wanna save your soul
From hell saving people who hate you
Then, lesbian, change your ways today
Or with us you will ride
Trying to catch the Somali grift
Across these endless skies
Yippie-yi-oooooooooo
Yippie-yi-yaaaaaaaaay
Ghost lesbians in the sky
Ghost lesbians in the sky
Ghost lesbians in the sky

24 Memes About Bleeding Minnesota

Got home late, figured everyone would be thinking about this anyway. Here are 24 memes/xeets about CW 2.0’s Bleeding Kansas.

Can’t Stop, Won’t Stop, Thursday Music

You asked for it . . . well, one of you asked for it . . . but here’s a raw, 1970s arena-rock anthem to put your hands up and clap for. The message? It’s for all of us on the Traditional Right. If all the uploading went well, it’s LIVE! for purchase right now wherever you buy music.

Behind the music:
All the songs so far are here (LINK). There are a LOT of songs there now.

But there are nine you can buy right now (search for Wilder’s Hammer), or you can listen on Spotify or most places that stream music. Six are available on YouTube. Guess they didn’t like the lyrics on two? You can pre-order the Wilder’s Brigade (country band) now, it goes live everywhere on Sunday.

Can’t Stop, Won’t Stop
By John Wilder

The skies are turning black,
The road looks rough ahead
We’ve seen this path before,
Hanging by a thread
The shadow comes closer, whispers in the wind
But deep inside our hearts, our fight begins again

We’ve stared into the abyss, nearly lost our way
Felt the chill of defeat, yet we live another day
No more dividing lines, no more fearing the fall
Together we rise up,
Answering the call

Stop eyeing your brother, forget the petty fight
The pillars of Heaven shake when our voices unite
It’s been dark as midnight, but dawn breaks through
Band together now, me and you

Can’t stop, won’t stop, we’re taking on the world
United in flame, our banner now unfurled
It may look bad, it may look rough
But when we stand as one, we are enough
Can’t stop, won’t stop, the power in our hands
Shaking thrones across the lands
No force can break us, we refuse to bend
Together we conquer, until the end

We’ve walked through fire, felt the weight of the chain
Nearly crushed by the giants, drowned in the rain
But here we stand tall, our scars on our skin
The spirit inside us now ready to win
Don’t worry about your brother, by your side
He’s with you in the battle, riding the tide
Our voices like thunder, crashing through the night
Echoing forever, setting wrong to right

Don’t divide our ranks, let old grudges die
The mighty tremble when we unify
It’s been rough as gravel, but the light burns bright
Join the line, hold the fight

We’ve been to the edge,
Stared down the abyss
Nearly lost it all
in the devil’s kiss
But the fire inside, it never went out
Now we’re rising higher, hear the battle shout
No more standing alone in the pouring rain
Together our thunder, will break the chain

Can’t stop… won’t stop…
United we stand…

Takin’ on the world
Can’t stop… won’t stop… ever

Escape From New York: Mamdani Edition

“We, the soldiers of The National Liberation Front of America, in the name of the workers and all the oppressed of this imperialist country, have struck a fatal blow to the fascist police state.” – Escape from New York

I don’t watch soccer. If I wanted to see grown men try to score for 90 minutes, I’d go to a bar. (all tweets® as-found)

I’ve been to New York City once. I flew in to JFK, met with some friends, drove up north to a cabin he owned, and, drank some beer, and then saved the President from the Duke of New York (He’s A Number 1!) after his escape pod landed there.

That was fun. I mean, not the New York City part, but the beer and saving the President part. When I got to my friend’s apartment, it was a third-story Manhattan thing that was smaller than a closet. Yet, he was married, and two people lived in this tiny place.

It’s not like he was poor, either. He did okay, and his wife was an executive vice president at a company you’ve heard of.

They owned a car, and we were going to take it to their cabin.

How do you make a sandwich in Venezuela? Put a meat coupon between two bread coupons.

He asked me if I wanted to go with him to get it. What he meant was that he was going to take a taxi two miles to the building where it was stored. He had to schedule picking it up, because they packed the cars in like sardines and have to work a dozen our so out to get to his, which, after seeing it, probably took 20 minutes.

These were people that were in the 1%, and my life was easier in almost all respects even though I made a fraction of the money that they made.

I didn’t see the attraction of New York City then, and I don’t see it now. I mean, here in Modern Mayberry if I shoot my .30-06 off the back deck it’s Wednesday. But in New York City, it’s national news. But as bad as it in the Big Apple, it’s now worse.

Zohran Mamdani (by his name, a fine Irish lad, no doubt) was just elected Mayor. He’s not a Democrat. No, that’s not retarded enough. He’s a Democratic Socialist®. That must be like “extra-fancy” ketchup.

Mamdani’s policies are just as American as his name and upbringing. I mean, you can feel the love, because his Director of Appointments, Catherine Almonte Da Costa said back in 2016 posted, “It’s important that white people feel defeated.”

Whelp.

This was the woman hand-picking key officials in City Hall, and her worldview sees white folks as the enemy to be crushed. And Ms. Almonte Da Costa wasn’t alone. On Mamdani’s campaign trail, he called for raising taxes specifically on “whiter neighborhoods” to fund his socialist schemes.

So, it’s about money. And power. I mean, it always is, but most of the time they’re not so blatant. Let’s dig into his housing policies, for one. These seem designed to eviscerate the concept of private property altogether. On purpose.

Cea Weaver (her parents couldn’t afford a consonant for her first name) is Mamdani’s pick for Director of the Mayor’s “Office to Protect Tenants”. Weaver isn’t just a tenant advocate. Nope. She’s a full-throated opponent of homeownership itself. In her own words, she’s called for seizing private property and described individual homeownership as a tool of “white supremacy.”

Must be news to COMMUNIST China, which now has, what, a 90%+ homeownership rate? Re-read that. NYC is officially farther left than the CCP. Achievement unlocked!

Cea (I wonder if anyone besides me refers to her as the Cea-word?) believes homes should be owned collectively, like some throwback to the Soviet Union where the state decides who gets what (and who is: never you and what is: never what you want).

According to the NY Post®, Cea-word’s mom has a $1.6 million house in Tennessee.

Weaver’s background as executive director of Housing Justice for All® screams daddy issue GloboLeftist. What were those commies at Housing Justice for All in favor of?

Rent freezes, eviction moratoriums, and government takeovers that have already tanked property values in every progressive stronghold where they’ve been tried.

But it gets worse. I mean, worse than being in New York in the first place.

Mamdani’s support for the Community Opportunity to Purchase Act (COPA) is a dagger to the heart of property rights. Under this new law, if you want to sell your multifamily building, you must first offer it to the city and favored nonprofits. Like the Quality Learing Center. For how long? Six months.

Six months.

An owner must notify the Department of Housing Preservation and Development (HPD), and these friends of Zohan “qualified entities” get first dibs. If you finally get an offer from a private buyer, NYC and its pet nonprofits still have a right of first refusal to match the offer within 15 days.

But this is no surprise, since Mamdani has openly hailed South Africa as the blueprint for New York City. In his inauguration speech, he electrified his crowd by declaring, “South Africa is the model for New York,” praising its post-apartheid “transformative justice.”

South Africa now has more racial laws than it did under Apartheid. But the quality of life is better. Wait, what?

Have you heard about what’s happening in Johannesburg lately? That “model” is a crumbling mess of blackouts, rampant violence, street piracy, skyrocketing rape rates, and economic disrepair. South Africa is built on corruption scandals, farm seizures, and a GDP that’s flatlined

Great role model, but no coincidence. Mamdani’s family ties run deep into anti-Western activism. His father, Mahmood Mamdani, has long peddled narratives glorifying “resistance” movements, including defending suicide bombers. Apparently, the manual for suicide bombers is called C4 Yourself, but I digress.

The warm embrace of collectivism has resulted in the greatest tragedy in human history: communism in the twentieth century. That doesn’t matter. My guess? Lots of New Yorkers are going to be doing a real-life reenactment of Escape from New York.

Snake Plissken had it easy. He only had to escape roving bands of violent criminals who wanted to kill him. New Yorkers in 2026 will have to escape taxes, too.

Fresh Music: How Is This Not War?

This one is based on my last Civil War 2.0 Weather Report. I like the way this came out, and it came together pretty rapidly. It’s rock with a twinge of alternative that should wake the neighbors up. Enjoy!

Behind The Music:
All the songs so far are here (LINK).
All the music outside of parodies and (including this song) are available right now for pre-purchase wherever you buy music. Just go there, and search for Wilder’s Hammer (rock) or Wilder’s Brigade (country) and pre-order. Release dates were suggested to be a week after upload, but if that doesn’t give any advantages, we’ll shorten that lag.

How Is This Not War?
By John Wilder

They call it progress, but it’s war by another name
War’s new shadows, playing a deadly game
No tanks on the streets, no bombs in the sky
Just poison the culture, watch old ways die

Sell women empowerment, to chase the fleeting thrill
Burn all their fertile years, leave the cradle still
A nation’s not a business, not built for endless growth
A family is blood and soil, not some corporate oath

It’s not a shortage of workers, it’s a shortage of kin
They flood the gates with strangers, let the grift begin
Tax the sons who built it, hand the cash away
To those who hate the builders, every day

This is war, silent and slow
Burn down the country, in a secret show
No declaration needed, no banners in the air
Just rivers of replacement, no one seems to care

This is war, the knife in the dark
Tearing out what we built, igniting the spark
Wake up now, the battle has started
The forgotten war, a future uncharted

They import millions, tell them they deserve our land
Loyal to their own nation, not the soil where they stand
Vote for handouts and to put new tyrants on a throne
While our voice grows weaker, in our only home

Justice bends and breaks, truth doesn’t mean a thing
Skin decides verdict, yet to our principles we cling
One world filled with pain, and crime’s blade is called just
While the innocent bleed out in the dust

No blindfold justice, scales are tipped and torn
Vigilante shadows rise where trust is met with scorn
When the law defends the wolf, men will bare their teeth
The reckoning is coming and will place the bloody wreath

This is war, silent and slow
Burn down the country, in a secret show
No declaration needed, no banners in the air
Just rivers of replacement, no one seems to care

This is war, the knife in the dark
Tearing out what we built, igniting the spark
Wake up now, the battle has started
The forgotten war, a future uncharted

Multicultural dream turns to nightmares in the street
Every tribe for itself, no common ground to meet
The ones who built the nation loved all colors the same
But the rest chose their own, playing a conquest game

Leaders call for silence, demand we disappear
While the invaders sharpen knives we paid to bring here
The kind road is closing, send them back to where they came
Rivers will turn red while our nation regains its name

This is war, the veil is torn away
We see the truth now, no more games to play
No more quiet suffering, no more bended knee
Our blood awakens, fierce and finally free

This is war, the tide begins to turn
Remigration calling, as the old fires burn
The forgotten blood no longer sleeps
A nation rises and the homeland keeps

A silent war
No more
The war’s awake
Forevermore

Civil War 2.0 Weather Report: Stochastic Warfare

“Don’t you know we in a war here?” – Forrest Gump

War isn’t always about who is right, but it always is about who is left.

Those who have an opposing ideology are considered evil.
People actively avoid being near those of opposing ideology. Might move from communities or states just because of ideology.
Common violence. Organized violence is occurring monthly.
Common violence that is generally deemed by governmental authorities as justified based on ideology.
Opposing sides develop governing/war structures. Just in case.
Open War.

Volume VII, Issue 8

Most memes except for the clock and graphs are “as found”. I have maintained the Clock O’Doom at 9., given the open support of assassination and criminality by the GloboLeft and the increase in violence as well as direct interference with ICE and the insertion of the military into law enforcement. Beware: the number can climb quickly.

My advice remains. Avoid crowds. Get out of cities. Now. A year too soon is better than one day too late.

In this issue: Front Matter – Stochastic Warfare – Misery Index – Updated Civil War 2.0 Index – Links

Front Matter

Welcome to the latest issue of the Civil War II Weather Report. These posts are different than the other posts at Wilder Wealthy and Wise and consist of smaller segments covering multiple topics around the single focus of Civil War 2.0, on the first or second Monday of every month. I’ve created a page (LINK) for links to all of the past issues. Also, subscribe because you’ll join nearly 840 other people and get every single Wilder post delivered to your inbox, M-W-F at or before 7:30AM Eastern, free of charge.

Stochastic Warfare

The Tweet® really does outline what many readers have been saying, namely, that we are under attack. Is it open warfare? Not exactly. It’s 5^th or 6^th generation warfare, fought on a civilizational scale on the timeline of generations. Against you.

And the person being attacked is . . . you. You don’t have to die now. First, they’ll encourage feminism and promote the idea of female empowerment meaning, “hey, let’s whore ourselves out during our twenties so we can’t pair-bond with men in our most fertile years” to create an environment where there is a “shortage” of people.

Again, this is not a company. It’s a country. A business can have a shortage of workers, a country can’t have a shortage of its own citizens. That’s nonsensical. It’s like saying my family has a shortage of members, so I’ll bring in an Indian. See? Nonsense. A country is much closer to a family than a company. If there’s a shortage of workers, the answer is to do things that increase native childbirth.

That’s it. If they liked you. Instead they work white men and women to pay for people who hate them.

This is how Stochastic War works.

No, their next step is to import millions of people that support the ideology of the progressive state, of globalism, of communalism. When these people arrive, inject them with the idea that they deserve the country. Now, since they don’t want to be American, and since they would fight against America if (say) America entered a war against Somalia or India they’re not committed to America. They’re just here to extract economic resources.

Once these people are imported, what then? They take your money. Your world is made poorer as the grift/scam/cash grab continues and recycles that money to foreigners and to GloboLeftist politicians. If you look at the graph below, you see that race plays a part in the way people vote and in who the Democrats want to import to retain power. Why do they want a lot of Indians (Gujarati)? Because they vote for the warmth of collectivism because more government systems mean more scams and corruption. Also, they have never had to deal with the Berlin Wall, which was built to contain the warmth of collectivism behind concrete and barbed wire, as collectivism always ends up.

This is how Stochastic War works.

There are ramifications of this war against you. If you didn’t hear, a black man stabbed a white guy. The white guy then said the evil gamer-word after being stabbed. This is not an unreasonable reaction, and is a far lesser offense than stabbing someone. The jury acquitted the black man, despite clear video of the attack.

This is Stochastic Warfare. Blacks learn that they can stab with impunity.

Black jurors, though, aren’t a jury of “peers” since statistically, they have been proven to be biased in favor of blacks. This destroys the justice system: it’s supposed to be blind, and your skin color or wealth or age or sex shouldn’t matter. We’re human, though, and rich guys can buy great lawyers, so the system has always had a skew to it. But without a functioning justice system, or worse, a justice system skewed to convict white people for crimes that are far beyond the offense (Derek Chauvin for murder) vigilantism will return.

Not might. Will.

Even when people are found not guilty, it costs hundreds of thousands of dollars to defend a murder case, and Daniel Penny rightly walked free, but what’s the cost?

This is how Stochastic War works.

This bias applies everywhere and you can see that black people hate white people, a lot, in Great Britian.

And The Washington Times story, below, is behind a paywall, but the headline speaks for itself:

The problem of a multicultural society isn’t limited to blacks. Other racial/ethnic groups like themselves best. Hispanics like Hispanics most. Blacks like blacks most. Asians like Asians most. But whites? They like everyone the same. That egalitarianism is crucial to making a multicultural society work, but multicultural societies never work.

And Great Britain now realizes this. Would they ask their moslem or Indian invaders to fight for them? Of course not, because they know that the moslems want to conquer the English rather than Crimea. The Indians? The Indians mostly are there for a buck and would run away back to Mumbai if they felt even slightly threatened. That leaves the white guys. Who will, once again, be faced with disproportionate death and injury.

Which is how Stochastic War works.

The mayor of London, who isn’t British, wants to make white people disappear. Literally:

And, you have people like this. This is in America.

It’s time to push back. It appears that the rapes and killings and theft have been enough and the Irish are pushing back against Stochastic War.

I think that @dystopiangf is right. We are in the midst of a quiet, Stochastic War that has been going on for decades, almost certainly since before I was born. What we are sensing right now is the time when people realize, and finally accept that this Forgotten War (I wrote a song about this LINK, you should listen to it because it’s pretty badass) against cultures we vanquished centuries or thousands of years ago is going on.

As people awaken, we’ll see what people have always seen as demographic changes occur: open war. Remigration is the kindest choice, but here we are.

Buckle up.

Misery Index

The new Trump administration is shown in red. Results continue to be much better than Biden’s misery numbers. The advance is at a near minimum, given the Fed®’s policy.

Updated Civil War II Index

The Civil War II graphs are an attempt to measure four factors that might make Civil War II more likely, in real time. They are broken up into Violence, Political Instability, Economic Outlook, and Illegal Alien Crossings. As each of these is difficult to measure, I’ve created for three of the four metrics some leading indicators that combine to become the index. On illegal aliens, I’m just using government figures.

Violence: