Category: The Crazy Years

The AWFUL Truth About Minnesota

“There’s an awful lot of moisture in here.” – Empire Strikes Back

One kind of bird sticks together:  vel-crows.

Ah, the AWFULs.  If you haven’t heard the term yet, it stands for Affluent White Female Urban Liberal. It’s the kind of acronym that makes mainstream media clutch their pearls.  (Note that even the most-used cliché term for this behavior assumes Affluent White Female behavior.)  GloboLeftists are wringing their hands in performative outrage and sending out a virtue signal so bright it can be seen from six light years (500 grams) away.

“How dare you label these empowered women!” they cry, as if the term isn’t a spot-on descriptor for the screeching harpies we’ve seen dominating headlines from Minneapolis to Manhattan.  You can always tell when you’re over weak spots of the GloboLeft:  they turn to the media to try to create a narrative so that they can fabricate a crime.

The term bothers them because it’s true.

AWFUL also exposes a deeper rot in their ideology.  AWFUL isn’t just a label.  It’s a symptom of a society where their ascendant political power has left GloboLeft women unfulfilled and GloboLeft men emasculated.

An AWFUL was invited to a battle of wits.  She was mentally challenged.

Let’s start with the examples that made AWFUL go viral.  Minneapolis is a petri dish for leftist lunacy, and AWFULs are the germs that created the fuzzy mold in the agar.  Renee Good, an affluent, white, urban liberal woman, attempted murder by vehicle.  She rammed her car into an ICE agent because well, her sex fetish partner yelled, “Drive, baby, drive,” which sounds like an accomplice to me.

Even the GloboLeftElite newspapers can’t make Renee become sympathetic enough so she could be their Georgette Floyd.

Another Minneapolis example is the classic harpy that was screeching at Nick Shirley outside the “Quality Learing Center.”  There she was, a picture of entitled fury, howling like a banshee because reality, in the form of competent white men, dared intrude on her bubble and threaten her pet minorities.

These aren’t isolated incidents; they are the face of a movement where AWFULs lead the charge, amplified by the weak GloboLeft men who let them run wild.

I taught Naomi how to self-reflect.  She’s now an aware Wolf.

Enter Naomi Wolf, feminist icon turned truth-teller.  In a January 9 Xeet®, Wolf nailed the root cause:  GloboLeft men are weak, submissive, and estrogenized.  They’re soy-latte sippers who wouldn’t fight for a parking spot, let alone their women.  And women hate it.  Deep down, women crave men who will fight for them, can fight for them, and would kill for them if needed.  They want dangerous men.

But crucially, they want that lethal potential aimed outward, not at them. It’s the thrill of controlled danger:  the knowledge that their man has murder in his heart but chooses love instead.  This is literally the basis for all of women’s porn literature.  Fifty Shades of Grey is about a powerful billionaire who would do anything for a mousey reporter.

Fat girls know how to get what they desire:  a ten-chin.

GloboLeft men, with their man-buns, therapy-speak, and pipe-cleaner arms offer none of that.  They’re safe, soft, spineless, and sexless. No wonder AWFULs are unhinged; their men have left them adrift, starving for dominance.

This dynamic isn’t new, it’s always been here.

Women test men constantly, pushing boundaries to see if he’ll push back.  AWFULs take it to extremes because their men won’t.  These women fight because they want to lose.  They crave submission but rebel against it, creating a cycle of frustration.

Why do they put themselves in danger, marching into riots, screaming at strangers, or laying down in front of vehicles in the roadways?  It’s a cry to be controlled.  They want a man to dominate, to say “no” and to mean it.  Without that, they spiral into rage, lashing out at the world.

This has been common knowledge for all of civilization.

As is slid my finger up and down her g-string, she whispered to me, “I want my guitar back.”

Also, these women are programmed to be takers.  Feminism sold them “strength and independence,” but in reality, they’re dependent on systems that extract wealth from others to give to them.  DEI hands them jobs they might not earn on merit:  affirmative action for the affluent, daycare for the female set.  Government funding props up their lifestyles:  welfare for single moms, child support laws that bleed men dry.

I’ll not get into how modern “churches” support this, but if a church wants men to “man up” on Father’s Day and exalts single mothers on Mother’s Day, well, their message might be a bit scrambled.

Few single women are net positive taxpayers.  They consume much more in services than they contribute.  This entitlement breeds resentment.  Without responsibilities, they demand more, and more for everyone.  Thus, they become the L of AWFUL.  Liberal.  They want free things.  Free healthcare, free student loan forgiveness, endless “rights” without reciprocity or regard on who has to pay for it.

Feminism freed women from traditional constraints, but at what cost? It removed duties like family, home, and fidelity, replacing them with “empowerment.”  Now, the hill they die on is abortion rights:  the ultimate rejection of responsibility.  Killing their babies whenever, wherever, is their sacred cow.

It’s not about choice; it’s about avoiding consequences.

But think of the clicks!

George Orwell saw it coming in 1984.  In the Party’s dystopia, the women are the most fanatical: “It was always the women, and above all the young ones, who were the most bigoted adherents of the Party, the swallowers of slogans, the amateur spies and nosers-out of unorthodoxy.”

AWFULs are modern versions of those women Orwell wrote about:  fanatical, slogan-chanting, spying on “wrongthink” via social media.  They police language, cancel dissent, all while their weak men nod along.  Orwell knew.  Without strong men, women become the regime’s enforcers.

So, why the handwringing over AWFUL?

It hits too close to home.  The term exposes the GloboLeft’s failure:  a society of emasculated men and entitled women, spiraling into dysfunction.

AWFULs are the symptom.  Weak men and unchecked feminism the disease.

What wins?  Strength.

Reclaim constraints, responsibilities, and yes, dominance.  Women want it.  Men need it.  Civilization demands it.

The Clock Ticks: Make It Matter

“I’m not dead yet.” – Monty Python and the Holy Grail

I told The Mrs. I wanted to be cremated.  She made an appointment for next Tuesday.

Scott Adams shuffled off this mortal coil this week, and that event got me thinking about the big D:  death.  Adams, the Dilbert author who turned office satire into a cultural touchstone for nerds like me, left me thinking about his legacy.  Adams wasn’t just a cartoonist; he was a man who rewired how we see persuasion, hypnosis, and the Clown World® we call reality.  His passing was foreshadowed, but when it happens, the inevitability of it doesn’t make it better.

That’s Adams, who has left us, but there’s a contrast in George R.R. Martin, still kicking (for now).  Today (my today, not yours) I read an interview where he whined at a fan who had asked if he was going to finish his Song of Fire and Ice series (Game of Thrones to most people) before he died.  To his face.  Martin griped about this confrontation.

“I’m not dying,” he grumbled, as if that’s the point.

George, buddy, hate to break it to you and subvert your expectations, but you are.  So am I.  So is everyone reading this post.

We’re all dying, right this second.

Tick-tock, the clock doesn’t care if you’re an author with $120 million in the bank lounging in Santa Fe while some flunkies sand off your bunions with sandpaper made from diamonds or a blogger hammering keys in the Midwest who ran out of beer last weekend.  Every breath is one closer to the last.

Why did the skeleton go to the party alone?  He had no body to go with.

We have an end date stamped on us like milk, but the Universe keeps the label hidden.  Could be tomorrow in a freak duck attack (hey, it happens), or decades from now after a life of quiet desperation that had no more impact on the world than a potted fern.

The point?  We’re terminal from day zero.  I think Adams knew this; he talked about it in his books, framing life as a series of systems to hack for maximum output.

Martin?  He’s procrastinating his way through what could be his magnum opus, letting plot threads dangle like cat toys.  Ignoring the reaper doesn’t make him go away, it just wastes the sand in my hourglass.

In our rush to the grave, have we forgotten the miracles?  Yes, miracles.  Not the flashy water-to-wine kind.  I’m not good at those.  But what about the everyday wonders that make existence sparkle?  Bite into a ripe strawberry straight from the plant.  The explosion of sweet yet tart on my tongue?

Phenomenal.

Or cracking a cold beer after mowing the lawn on a scorching day, sweat dripping, the pilsner hitting like a high-five from my guardian angel.  Crisp linens on a freshly made bed, sliding in like you’re royalty in a five-star hotel are another feast for the senses.

These aren’t mundane bits of life:  they’re tiny miracles, proof the universe isn’t all entropy, Indians, Somalians, and taxes.  We take these amazing things for granted, missing the point.  We get one shot on this merry-go round.  Enjoy it.

I tried to organize a hide-and-seek tournament, but it was a complete failure.  Good players are hard to find.

Even I, the mighty John Wilder sometimes get bogged down in the daily grind.  Bills, deadlines, that endless loop of work-eat-write-drink-sleep-shower-rinse-repeat.  It’s easy to zombie through days, forgetting the biggest miracle and gift of all:  being alive.  Heart pumping, lungs filling, neurons firing symphonies in my skull.  We’re stardust animated by the Great Cosmic Spark, yet we whine about traffic or the price of eggs.

Adams would call this a bad frame.

Zoom out.

Reframe.

Boom.  The mundane becomes amazing magic.  Martin’s dragons and ice zombies are cool (I mean the first three seasons with all the hot naked chicks), but they are pale imitations next to the real epic:

Life, unfolding heartbeat by heartbeat.

Here’s the kicker: we have a choice.  Every.  Single.  Day.  That next moment?  It’s yours.  Infinite power in that moment.  No matter if you’re chained to a desk, stuck in traffic, or lounging on a yacht (I see you, Elon), that sliver of time belongs to you.  You get to choose to squander it on despair, or seize it like a Spartan grabbing a Persian neck at Thermopylae.

Adams seized life.  He didn’t just draw funny strips; he changed the United States.  He changed the entire national conversation on politics, race, and the matrix of media manipulation.  Some X™ dweeb (responding to me) called him a victim of the woke mob after his cancellation.

Victim?  Please.  Adams knew the game.  He poked the bear on purpose, shifting Overton windows at scale.

I asked my dog what’s two minus two.  He said nothing.

Martin?  He’s the flip side.  He hit the jackpot with Thrones, turned his fantasy story into a cultural juggernaut, then found himself unable to stick the landing.

Hell, he hasn’t even landed, and almost certainly never will now.  It’s way more than a decade and his books are not only unfinished, they will never be finished by him.  His writing chops are leagues above mine (I’ll admit it), but finishing an epic like that?

Nah.  He’s got time left, but he’s squandering it on forgettable side quests while the sand runs out on the hourglass?  That’s the opposite of Adams’ hustle.  One built empires of influence; the other built a throne of delays.

There’s hope, though.  If you want to change the Universe, it’s likely that you still can.  You think, “I don’t have an audience.”  True, but Adams started with zero.  Sketched in a cubicle, built it strip by strip.  Me?  I peck away at the laptop, hoping to nudge minds.

Tomorrow, what can you do?  Write that book.  Start that business.  Mentor a kid.  Plant a tree.  Convince an Indian to move back to Mumbai.

Make the most of every second.

Death’s coming, but until then?  Make it matter.

Why don’t skeletons fight each other?  They don’t have the guts.

Adams left a blueprint:  hack reality, persuade boldly, point out and mock the absurd.  Martin’s a cautionary tale: don’t let potential rot.

Me?  I’m typing this, hoping it sparks something in you.  The clock ticks for us all.  Use it wisely.

You’ve got one life.  Make it matter.

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 82nd Airborne and parts of the 1st 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

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

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.

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.

  1. Those who have an opposing ideology are considered evil.
  2. People actively avoid being near those of opposing ideology.  Might move from communities or states just because of ideology.
  3. Common violence. Organized violence is occurring monthly.
  4. Common violence that is generally deemed by governmental authorities as justified based on ideology.
  5. Opposing sides develop governing/war structures. Just in case.
  6. 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 5th or 6th 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:

Violence indicators are up slightly this month, and still elevated.

Political Instability:

Down is more stable, and it went down this month after the budget fight ended.  I think the Somilisota scandal may increase pressures in a few months.

Economic:

The economy up just a smidge this month, but I think this is still cloaking the middle-class crunch and perhaps a bubble.

Illegal Aliens:

Still the lowest level since the Weather Report started.

LINKS

The links are again done by Ricky this month.  Thanks, Ricky!

BAD GUYS
https://x.com/CaughtCam404/status/1998766070623252802
https://x.com/FoxNews/status/2006823362182394125

GOOD GUYS
https://x.com/StealthQE4/status/2006266481001001437
https://x.com/nickshirleyy/status/2004642794862961123

ONE GUY
https://abcnews.go.com/amp/US/oklahoma-man-target-practice-backyard-accused-fatally-shooting/story?id=128707327
https://realclearwire.com/articles/2025/12/13/wsjs_fearmongering_doesnt_survive_contact_with_evidence_153631.html

BODY COUNT
https://wir2026.wid.world/insight/executive-summary/
https://cms.zerohedge.com/s3/files/inline-images/All_the_Worlds_Births_Web-1.jpg?itok=z3Ci7zG4
https://www.nytimes.com/2025/12/28/business/us-immigration-trump-1920s.html?unlocked_article_code=1.AFA.WFF9.w9QS69D5L2fG&smid=url-share
https://cms.zerohedge.com/s3/files/inline-images/Homicide_Rates_Web.jpg?itok=rn1aSBmf
https://studyfinds.org/churches-kept-americans-alive-states-made-a-decision/
https://www.thewrap.com/industry-news/business/entertainment-media-layoffs-2025-analysis/
https://www.theburningplatform.com/2025/12/19/dumber-sicker-poorer/

VOTE COUNT
https://thefederalist.com/2025/12/17/fulton-county-we-dont-dispute-315000-votes-lacking-poll-workers-signatures-were-counted-in-2020/
https://www.mediaite.com/politics/longtime-trump-pollster-reveals-ugly-forecast-for-republicans-heading-into-2026/
https://www.nbcnews.com/politics/2026-election/fight-young-men-2026-midterm-elections-rcna249513
https://www.cnn.com/politics/state-redistricting-maps-vis

CIVIL WAR
https://financialpreparedness.substack.com/p/who-are-the-bad-guys
https://brusselssignal.eu/2025/12/the-eu-could-be-gone-in-four-years-a-revolutionary-eruption-is-coming/
https://www.americanthinker.com/blog/2025/12/the_stages_of_a_color_revolution_and_where_the_u_s_is_right_now.html
https://rollcall.com/2025/10/08/civil-war-national-guard-midterm-elections/
https://www.civilbeat.org/2025/12/is-a-civil-war-possible-in-america-or-hawaii/
https://www.theburningplatform.com/2025/12/08/mass-collective-societal-suicide/
https://victorhanson.com/can-the-dark-ages-return/

Minnesota’s Somali Scam Shindig: Empty Daycares And Sharia Dreams

“I understand, but it is my duty to remind him that my men are surrounded by thousands of armed Somali militia.” – Black Hawk Down

Somalians can’t learn to spell because they don’t know the alphabet:  they spend years at C. (most memes as found – the boating one is mine)

I have a friend that I’ll call “Jim”, primarily because his name is Jim and he often gets confused when I call him random names that aren’t “Jim”.  After I got divorced, there was one female I was put into regular social meetings with.  I thought she was cute.  Jim met her, and asked me after a brief conversation:  “John, what do you have in common with her besides your eyes and her butt?”

It was a good thing for a friend to say for me to recognize that, yeah, I’ve got nothing in common with her.

Which brings us to Minnesota.

Minnesota is the land of ten thousand lakes, casseroles, and apparently, a bottomless pit of taxpayer dollars fueling Islamic terrorists and Somali grifters.  If you thought the only thing in Minnesota that was make-believe were the Vikings’® Super Bowl© hopes, well, wait until you hear about their “child care”.

Not that the mainstream is talking about it.

Nick Shirley, the X®-using reporter (@nickshirleyy), created a recent video exposé has actual Americans madder than Ketanji Brown Jackson when you ask her what a woman is and it’s mean of your to ask because you already know she’s not a biologist.  In a 42-minute takedown that has racked up millions of views, Nick and his crew documented over $110 million in fraud in a single day.

That is not a typo.  One.  Single.  Day.

It is like finding out your grandma’s cookie jar is funding a phantom bakery run by the Taliban and Bernie Madoff.

Let’s start with the star of the show: a so-called daycare in South Minneapolis with a sign that reads “Learing Center.” Yes, “Learing.”

As in, they cannot even spell “learning,” but they managed to “lear” how to get $1.9 million in tax-exempt funding from the state’s Child Care Assistance Program in 2025 alone.

Shirley rolls up to the Learing Center, camera in hand, and what does he find?  No kids.  No toys.  No sticky fingerprints on the walls or small bootprints in the snow.

Just an empty building that looks like it last saw activity during the Carter administration.  This is not some isolated oopsie; it is one of hundreds of such “daycares” sucking down (at least) tens of millions in government cash.

Critics are demanding accountability from Governor Tim Walz, who is in classic politician “just don’t talk about this inconvenient fraud”-mode.  J.D. Vance chimed in, blasting the whole mess as a symptom of deeper rot, because he’s in his “let’s tweet® about this but not do anything”-mode.  And the FBI? They say that they are surging resources to dismantle these schemes, with Director Kash Patel calling a $250 million food aid fraud just the “tip of the iceberg” while he’s in his “how do I keep this hot chick”-mode.

No arrests.

Just a guy with a camera exposing this while the FBI was busy (poorly) redacting Epstein Files.

Now, if this were just about misspelled signs and empty rooms, we could laugh it off as bureaucratic bungling and that legendary Somali ingenuity in creating mud-huts.  But here is the punchline that is not funny:  it appears that almost all of this fraud ties back to Somali operations.  I guess when you’re a pirate at heart, everything looks like plunder.

Minnesota has the largest Somali population in the U.S., thanks to refugee resettlement programs that started in the 1990s because Somalians viciously killed Americans who were there to protect people bringing Somalians food and medical care.

Yes.  We took in people from a country so feral that they’d kill you while to tried to keep them alive.  So, these Somalis had a thought:  why not scam the people who saved them?  Thus, “Feeding Our Future” scandal:  dozens, mostly Somali, charged with stealing $250 million meant for kids’ meals during COVID.

Prosecutors say the total fraud across fourteen social services programs could hit billions.

That is enough to buy every Minnesotan a lifetime supply of lutefisk and still have change for a Vikings® Super Bowl™ ring.  Oh, wait.

I guess there’s still the lutefisk.

But the fraud doesn’t stop at fake daycares.

Medicaid is another black hole.  Allegations suggest up to $9 billion has been siphoned since 2018, with (surprise!) Somali-linked groups in the spotlight.

This is like a magic trick where your tax dollars disappear producing no good for society, and poof, luxury cars and overseas wire transfers appear so that moslem warlords can have a Mercedes™ and RPGs.  Republicans in the state legislature are pushing for reforms, but Democrats?  They are busy condemning the scrutiny as partisan because it’s partisan to not want to waste tax dollars on people who want to kill Americans.

Heaven forbid we ask questions about where the money goes.

This brings us to the extrapolation part, where the plot gets thicker than a Somali accent.  If fraud is this rampant in welfare programs, what about voting?  Minnesota’s automatic and same-day voter registration and no-ID policies are a fraudster’s dream.

Non-citizens getting ballots?  It happens.

With the Somali community under the microscope for fraud, whispers of illegal voting are growing louder.  I’m sure that they’ll be natural conservatives, right?  I mean, when a moslem shot a bunch of people in Australia, he was immediately called right wing.

To top it off, videos are circulating of Somalis in Minnesota straight-up preferring Sharia law over the Constitution.

  • “Sharia law is better than any law here.”
  • “I’d rather live under Sharia in Somalia.”
  • They defend arranged teen marriages and violence for religious insults.
  • A Somali cop boasts, “We work for our own people.”
  • Another declares, “This is our land now.”

This is not blending in; this is invasion.   A survey shows half of Somali youth identify more with Somalia than America.  I generally say that it takes three generations (at minimum) to fully Americanize someone, but that assumes that they’re Christians from Europe.

How long until Somalians assimilate?  Forever if they want to turn Minnesota into the land they left, but with concierge service scammed from your tax dollars.

The total tab? Possibly $18 billion at the latest estimate and climbing.  It was only a billion a month ago, and $10 billion two weeks ago.

It is a corruption conga line, with Walz at the front, insisting everything is fine.

We work hard, pay taxes, and expect government to guard the till.  Instead, it is a free-for-all.  Hell, for all I know we could balance the budget and have a surplus if we’d just stop funding USAID and Somali Autism Pirates who funnel the money back to Democrats and terrorists.

But I repeat myself.

If Minnesota is the canary in the coal mine for unvetted immigration and lax oversight, the bird is dead.  It’s not pining for the fjords, it’s passed on.  This bird is no more.  He has ceased to be.  He’s expired and gone to meet his maker.  If Democrats hadn’t nailed him to the perch, he’d be pushing up the daisies.  This is an ex-canary.

We don’t have anything in common with the Somalians.

At all.  They’re not happy:  I mean, they wouldn’t be happy if we shut off the revenue.

We’re not happy.

And it’s time we all recognized it, separated, and moved on.

Vivek’s Annual X® Mass Meltdown: Second Verse, Same As The First

“It’s a core meltdown, sir.  It can’t be stopped.” – Galaxy Quest

Is your refrigerator running?  If so, Ohioans may want to vote for it. (All memes as found in responses to Vivek’s tweets®)

As we slide into the end of 2025, Vivek Ramaswamy is at it again, melting down into a puddle on X™ like a little brown chocolate Easter rabbit in a sauna.  Last year right around this time, Vivek was preaching that Americans are lazy sacks of mediocrity who need a flood of immigrants to save us from our own couch-potato culture.

In December 2024, Vivek dropped a bombshell thread on X®, blaming American culture for “venerating mediocrity over excellence” since (at least) the ‘90s, you know, when he was 10.  Ramaswamy ranted about how we celebrate prom queens over math whizzes, jocks over valedictorians, and then made bizarre sitcom references.

His fix?  Import more foreign-born people like, well, Vivek.

Because why?

Because, apparently, native Americans (not the feathered kind, the lazy you and me kind) can’t hack it.  “Our American culture has venerated mediocrity over excellence for way too long,” he tweeted, as if the country that broke the sound barrier was built by sleepover parties and mall hangs.

The H-1Bs arrived starting in the 1990s.  They didn’t build America.  We didn’t need them to rescue us from squalor.  They were an economic invasive species who flocked here because America was already great.

This year the blue monkey god he worships must have whispered in his ear, “It’s time, Vivek, make them hate you.”

Vivek is doubling down, insisting that no one is more American than anyone else.  Blood doesn’t matter, loyalty to . . . I guess ‘90’s sitcoms . . . does.

The Wilder family tree is rooted deeper in American soil than a sequoia, so I’ll beg to differ.  My ancestors have been buried in the United States for 250 years, fighting in every scrap from the Revolution to WWII.

Vivek?  He’s a first-gen Hindu anchor baby whose parents, even today, aren’t American citizens. He really does worship a blue monkey god (Hanuman, for the uninitiated), I’m not making that up.  Vivek, despite being tied to the United States neither by culture, blood, religion, or duration is lecturing us on what makes someone “American.”

This is irony thicker than his mother’s accent.

As I write this, Vivek’s second annual X® tantrum is in full swing.  Running (currently losing) for Governor of Ohio, he’s gone into full defense mode.  “Blood doesn’t make you American, loyalty does,” he posts, all while defending legal immigrants as often “the most American of us all.”

I’ll let you marinate on that one for a bit.

But here’s the rub: Vivek’s definition of Americanism is so broad it’s borderless.  If it’s just about swearing allegiance and buying into “ideals” like consumerism and sacred cultural events like Toyotathon™, then every person on the planet is an American who just hasn’t hopped the fence yet.

Forget cultures that clash with ours, like those that prioritize caste (in his book, Vivek proudly notes he’s from the Brahmin caste) over equality, or Sharia over the Constitution.

Many immigrant cultures are absolutely antithetical to the American ethos the Founding Fathers baked in.  Those guys weren’t dummies; they knew ancestry, culture, and religion were key to cohesion.

Jefferson warned about importing “principles adverse to freedom.”

Franklin fretted over Germans diluting the Anglo-Saxon stock, imagine what he’d think about Vivek.

They built a nation for “ourselves and our posterity,” not a global Airbnb® for anyone with a passport stamp.  Vivek’s self-serving schtick reeks of opportunism.  He’s a biotech billionaire who made his fortune through what looks an awful lot like pump and dump schemes. Remember Axovant™?  His Roivant® spinoff hyped a failed Alzheimer’s drug that he bought for pennies, went public in a splashy IPO, and tanked when trials flopped.

This netted Vivek millions while investors ate dirt.  Sounds familiar?  It’s like Martin Shkreli’s pharma bro antics, but bigger and with better PR.  Critics call it a “Wall Street speculator scam,” fleecing folks just like those Indian phone scammers who promise to fix your computer for a Playstation® gift cards.

Vivek’s version?  Promise miracle drugs, pump the stock, dump before reality hits.  Billions in the bank, ethics in the toilet, I mean, if he owns one.

And now he wants to govern Ohio?

Good luck selling that to Buckeye voters who value straight shooters over slick operators.

The irony is, Vivek’s behavior does more to stoke distrust of Indians than any redneck rant ever could.  By shoving his “I’m as American as apple pie” narrative down our throats while ignoring cultural clashes, he alienates the very heartland he’s courting.  Ohioans aren’t buying it.

Polls show the race tightening, but with AG Dave Yost calling the GOP endorsement of Vivek a “wrong choice,” and Democrats like Amy Acton gearing up, his path looks rockier than the Appalachians.

A Hindu lecturing Christians on American identity?  In a state where churches outnumber tech startups?

He can’t win.

His meltdowns highlight the divide: America isn’t just ideals; it’s blood, soil, and shared history. Dilute that, and you get chaos.

What portends when this bubble bursts?  Vivek’s campaign will fizzle like his drugs in trials.  But the bigger fallout: his rhetoric erodes trust in assimilation.  His little kids have Star Wars® names and worship a blue elephant god.  I’ve said forever, if you didn’t consider naming your kid “Brandon” or “Jason” you’re clearly not American, and that takes roots that are about three generations deep.

If “loyalty” trumps culture, why stop at legal immigrants?

Why not amnesty everyone?

It’s a slippery slope to turning America into a mini-UN, where clashing values breed division. The Founders knew better:  cohesion requires common roots.

Vivek’s vision?  It’s a balkanizing civil war in the making.

In the end, meltdowns like Vivek’s are built on illusions:  that America is just a proposition nation, no heritage required.  But as my family’s graves attest, it’s more.  He’s increasing dislike of Indians faster than a bad curry, all while scamming his way to the top.

Ohio deserves better. We’ve seen this show before (cough Obama cough) and know that electing someone who is clearly not American won’t make America better, but instead just leave little brown puddles everywhere.

 

Bubbles Within Bubbles Within Bubbles

“I had it all, even the glass dishes with tiny bubbles and imperfections.” – Fight Club

I wonder if Sean Connery is in 00 Heaven?

As we approach the end of 2025, the U.S. economy resembles a science-fair volcano built on baking soda, hype, construction paper, speculation, bubblegum, vinegar, and greed.  I’ve written about this before, and, well, it’s so big it keeps dragging me back in.

The rot is birthed by several mothers:   cheap cash, the need to put it somewhere, and a new technology whose benefits are (at this point) opaque at best.  Let’s put down that you already know “money printer goes brrrrrrrr” so we’ll go back to A.I.

Again.

At the center of this precarious structure is what everyone who isn’t high on their own supply knows is an A.I. bubble.  Large numbers of people (including me) recognized the housing bubble for what it was, but it kept on going because momentum is one hell of a master.

Another case of car-pole-tunnel syndrome.

A.I. has inflated stock prices, diverted resources like a drunk wine aunt at Lululemon®, and now has spawned secondary bubbles in hardware and infrastructure.

I’ve touched on this in previous posts, noting how projected AI:

  • growth outpaces any reasonably available power supplies, present and near future,
  • revenue projections fall short of the grandiose promises, and
  • the full realization of AI’s (theoretical) potential could unleash economic distortions on a scale we’ve rarely seen in human history.

But bubbles don’t exist in isolation.  Bubbles multiply, feeding off each other until the inevitable pop unwinds it all.  When the Great Housing Bubble burst, for example, sales of sulfuric acid went to zero for months.  How are they related?  Turns out the Great Housing Bubble was fed off the same credit structure that paid for basic chemicals.

And for all this time I thought it was because sulfuric acid was just like anything Chuck Schumer says:  baseless and corrosive.

One time in chemistry they asked me to write 1,000 words on acid.  I couldn’t finish it because my pen turned into a giraffe and the paper melted.

Today, we’re seeing this play out in real time, with AI-driven demand ripping into consumer electronics and beyond, all while broader market indicators flash warning signs of decline.

The AI stock bubble has birthed an investment bubble in virtually all computer hardware. Demand for specialized components has skyrocketed, pulling supply away from consumer markets and inflating prices across the board.

  • RAM prices surged 172% year-over-year, with some guessing they’ll double in 2026,
  • SSD prices per TB are climbing with AI and cloud providers tightening supply chains.
  • Motherboards shortages are emerging as manufacturers prioritize AI server builds over consumer PCs, with one producer having sold out for 2026 already.

This shift isn’t just raising costs for gamers and everyday users; it’s distorting global supply chains, creating a feedback loop where AI hype justifies more investment, which in turn inflates hardware bubbles.

The statistics say cows kill more people than sharks, but I’m surprised that cows are killing any sharks.

What happens when the tide rolls out?  With the underlying economy already showing recessionary cracks, the fallout will almost certainly be severe.

Let’s start with the AI bubble itself:   valuations in the sector have soared, with companies like Nvidia™ and others commanding trillions in market cap based largely on future promises rather than current realities.  The S&P 500’s concentration in a handful of AI-related stocks reached 30% by late 2025, the highest in decades. Nvidia© (for example) doubled in price from April.

Doubled.

Skepticism is now mounting.

All this is unfolding against a backdrop of broader economic weakness that A.I. papered over.

Oil prices are declining despite ongoing disruptions from wars in Ukraine and tensions with Iran.  Price levels are back into COVID 2021 levels.  This drop persists amid supply risks: Ukrainian drone strikes on Russian refineries and U.S. sanctions on Venezuelan tankers should theoretically support prices, yet oversupply fears dominate.

My dad once asked me, “Son, if you have a hot blonde rubbing oil on a hot brunette, what do you get?”  I answered, “I don’t know, Pop.”  “Your camera, son, your camera.” (as found)

If peace breaks out in Ukraine, bringing Russian oil fully back online, prices could plummet 30%-50% as sanctions lift and exports surge.  Add in a resolution with Iran, and the glut could be historic—you might as well use oil for bubble baths.  The IEA already forecasts surpluses building into 2026.

This is a signal of weakening industrial activity worldwide, not resilience.

Domestic indicators paint a similar picture. Unemployment among native-born Americans ticked up to 4.7% in July 2025 from 4.5% a year prior, with the overall rate holding at 4.6% in November.

Wages? They’re stagnant at best.

The K-shaped economy persists:  high-wage earners see modest gains, but lower-income workers face stagnation, widening inequality.

So, what portends when the A.I. Bubble bursts?

History offers grim lessons: the Dotcom crash wiped out trillions and triggered a recession and the economic response to that caused he Great Recession.  An A.I. pop could be worse, given its entanglement with hardware and infrastructure.  It doesn’t help that it is spawned, in part, by the loose-money policies of the post-COVID world.  If I’m making an SAT question, Dotcom is to The Great Recession as COVID is to ___________.

  1. The A.I. Bubble
  2. A giant PEZ® dispenser filled with plutonium pellets
  3. Greta Thunberg
  4. The Black Studies Department at Harvard®

He then arrested me for assault with sandpaper.  He didn’t accept the excuse that I’d only roughed the guy up a bit.

Consequences of it popping?

  • Investment in data centers and chips dry up, leading to layoffs of all those H-1Bs in San Fran and cratering the tech manufacturing here and in many nations around the world.
  • Deflation hits: hardware prices would crash as overcapacity floods the market, but not before bankrupting suppliers who bet big on eternal demand.
  • Dogs and cats, living together.
  • With the economy already teetering: slow job growth, wage pressures, and oil signaling demand weakness, the rest are downstream consequences.
  • Consumer spending, which has propped up GDP, falters as confidence erodes and debt defaults rise.
  • Income inequality worsens because banks and Wall Street firms cannot be allowed to fail.

If this capital misallocation is as bad as some of the graphs I’ve seen, this will be the singular economic event of the lifetime of anyone alive.  There is a reason that I picked 2032 as the central pivot point of when Civil War 2.0 would show up and it was the underlying financial mismanagement of the United States.  A.I.?  It’s not the gasoline in the room, it’s the spark.

It would have been something.

I made this and even though I replaced it with a more fitting meme up above, I figured you’d want to see it.

In the end, bubbles always burst because they’re built out of illusions and fed by poor allocations of capital.  The A.I. frenzy has masked underlying frailties that would have led to a very major recession during Biden’s term, but the bubble continued to get bigger.

As oil slides, jobs stall, and hardware hype peaks, the reckoning looms.  And that science-fair volcano?  I hope I don’t drop it on my foot.

I’ll Krakatoa.

The usual.  Not investment advice, do your own research, etc., etc..  I’m not a priest or an exorcist though I played one on TV.  If you read this and make meaningful decisions based on it you need to take a step back and reconsider your life.