Category: The Kids Aren’t Alright

Vivek And Dinesh Crashout Over Lifting Children, Hilarity Ensues.

“India’s a black hole.” – World War Z

The band Kansas was replaced by Indians, and now we have Curry On My Wayward Son.

In 2024 and in 2025, Vivek Ramaswamy engaged in complete meltdowns at Christmas.  It’s probably no coincidence since Vivek isn’t Christian, and probably feels disdain for them.  To be clear, he feels disdain for America and Americans as well, which is a pretty bold strategy for someone who is running for governor of Ohio.

His 2024 crashout was epic, the crashout of an Indian who desperately was attempting to justify his place in America.  It’s the standard stuff you see from Civic Nationalists (CivNats).  The idea is that America is “just an idea”.  As I’ve noted before in song, if America’s an idea, foreigners can have it over there.

It’s a Country, Not a Company

Vivek’s other spicy take was that Americans were mediocre without Indians like him, and that Indian STEM talent was the secret sauce that the entire world coveted.  Oddly, I have yet to see China attempting to gain technical superiority by importing, well, any Indians.

What led to Indian fatigue?  Indians.

This utterly incomprehensible attempt to alienate the American public caused Trump to quietly shuffle Ramaswamy to the sidelines of relevance.  But you can’t keep an Indian down!  In 2025, at America Fest®, Ramaswamy stated that America is “just a set of intangible ideas”.  Not only that, that Americans were defined as, essentially, only people who agree with Vivek.

Don’t agree with Vivek?  Think that a people make up a country?  According to Vivek, that’s “about as loony as anything the Woke Left has put up.”

Oddly, this obviously non-American is losing a state that has been solidly Republican and that Trump won by 11.2% in 2024.  And he’s losing the face of the COVID response in Ohio whose daughter called 911 to complain about her mother fighting, drinking, throwing things, and drinking while taking prescription meds.  Sure, that was back in 2019, but even I could write that campaign commercial.

Vivek, though, is 5% or so behind Acton, and Polymarket® has him at a 32% chance of winning.  Sure, that’s better than my chance of winning, but it’s not great.

Why is this?  Ann Coulter figured it out:

Because he’s Indian and the math doesn’t work out.  The GloboLeft won’t vote for him because Trump.  But there is an exception:  Indians.  The Indians will vote for him because he’s Indian, but there are only 50,000 that can legally vote, and if there are 5,000,000 voting that’s a percent or so.  He’s losing by 5%.  I think his reputation for deceptive business practices in his “biotechnology” company has been alleged to have engaged in.

I mean, why wouldn’t his mom be objective in doing a study that could pump her son’s stock so he could make billions?

Paperwork American: Saturday Song

So, Indians can’t yet really impact an election in Ohio.  But not if Ramaswamy has his way.  He wants to reform the H-1B visa program by removing the cap on the number of Indians that can get an H-1B, allow “meritocracy” (i.e., fake Indian degrees) set what “merit” is, and speed it all up.

How fast?  Vivek wants the population of Ohio to go from 11.9 million today to 15 million by the time his first term of governor is done.  That’s nearly 30% in four years.  I’m betting he wants to use H-1Bs to do this, so he can have Kolkata on the Cuyahoga River, I guess.  Makes the place feel homey.

At least he’s letting you know how he’ll replace you.

But enter Dinesh D’souza.  Dinesh is . . . famous for being famous, I guess.  He’s a “conservative” writer.  He claims to be Christian, and claims to have his primary allegiance to the United States since he got citizenship around the time he was dating Ann Coulter back in the early 1990s.

I get a big “grifter” vibe from D’souza.  I always have.  He’s the kind of guy who says something provocative to get attention, writes a vapid book about it, and repeats, essentially playing the outrage cycle for fun and profit.

I’m not saying that being an Indian and grifting while pretending to be on the Right is lucrative, but the Right appears to accept anyone who is not in the traditional constituency of the Right.  Look at the celebration whenever a young, hot, single woman says she’s on the Right, and look at the money she makes and the attention she gets.  Look at the attention black conservatives get.

It’s a profitable gig, you just have to be an Indian manlet, say retarded things, then, profit!

The problem is that Dinesh simply couldn’t help himself.  The scene started when he began to interact with people who didn’t support Ramaswamy.  Dinesh could have ignored it and kept on with his current grift project.

Dinesh before his Izzat was challenged.

No.  He went on a tirade of insults against white Americans, calling us poorly educated,

As near as I can figure, Dinesh looked at the attacks on Vivek and couldn’t help himself.  He had to support a fellow Indian even if it meant burning down everything he had done for years.

Here’s an example of Dinesh attacking Americans because (checks notes) Vivek couldn’t pick up a 10-year-old at a rally because Vivek and every person from Mumbai lacks the upper body strength to do so.  Immediately, Dinesh began to defend Vivek by attacking white people and doxxed the kid.

Ouch!  I mean, he’d have been more accurate if he attacked Ramaswamy’s poor conditioning or that pesky gravity in Ohio, but here we are.

When someone complained that Vivek was a con artist, Dinesh seemed to indicate that high ethical standards were something that people could ignore if it stood in the way of getting wealthy.  Maybe not what Dinesh meant, but it’s not a good look.  Here’s a fairly good summary:

At every opportunity, Indians will defend other Indians.  At every opportunity, Indians will defend India, even though it is objectively one of the worst nations on Earth, and probably the worst places outside of Africa, if you ignore Newark.

This Indian could have picked up the kid.

I have a theory:  Indians can’t help but defend India.  They may have moved from India 40 years ago.  They would commit suicide rather than move back to India, but they’ll defend it to the death.

Why?

I think it’s because they feel inferior.  They look at a culture that has developed zero.  I mean that.  No, I mean they came up with the concept of zero.  Indians also came up with . . . buttons.

There are other things on the list, but nothing is particularly impressive.  Then, add that about 23 British guys conquered India in a weekend by accident, and you have all the ingredients for an international short-man syndrome.  It doesn’t help that Indians have lower grip strength than Polish women and their men average 5’5” (2 centimeters) in height.  Estonia, with a population 1.3 million, has won 4 more Olympic© medals than India.

They don’t feel good about themselves, so they pretend that where they come from isn’t a hellish dystopia that they’d be afraid to return to.  This is not good.

This is how Dinesh sees you.

I think that Vivek’s opponent is horrible.  But I think Ohio can survive her.  I’m not sure that America can survive Vivek, since the last thing he’s interested in is Americans and his definition includes him, but not actual Americans.

But, hey, he and Dinesh can get together and practice lifting 10-year-olds, since that appears to be the biggest obstacle to Indians in America:  healthy American children.

And gravity.

Collapse, You’re Soaking In It

Collapse, You’re Soaking In It

“Out of these windows we will view the collapse of financial history.  One step closer to economic equilibrium.” – Fight Club

Kurt called it, and got the seat he wanted in the car.

I’m old, so an explanation is probably due for the post title, since the last time this commercial aired, it was only 11 years after Kurt Cobain’s midlife crisis.  Which he had when he was 13.

Anyway . . . there was a thing called doing dishes, and those dishes were commonly done by women rather than machines, and women often went to places called beauty salons to have their nails done.

Why?

So that their hands looked better for their husbands so when they presented him with a martini at the end of a hard day wearing a tie and a suit, well, they might get some attention after they fed him.  Anyway, these women watched commercials, one commercial for Palmolive® showed a woman, Madge, soaking her customer’s hands in DISHWASHING DETERGENT to make them softer.  She told the woman, who was now terrified of having dry claws that would make her man desert her, that she should relax because, unlike the others, this detergent could cure cancer.  “You’re soaking in it!” was the memorable line from Madge.

My dishwashing liquid attacks Grease©.  It hates Travolta’s singing.

Again, Palmolive© stopped doing showing this commercial in 1992, which is when women decided that dry claws and dishes were so 1966, and instead they didn’t need no man, since they could either divorce rape him, take money from Uncle Sugar, or keep him from seeing his kids.

Hey, what about all three?

I kid.  Why stop at three?  Now they want all the jobs, too.

But it’s actually also a bullet point in the destruction of the family.  The first is to remove all dependency on a husband.  The primary drive for a woman is to accumulate resources and many throughout history don’t care who their husband frolics with, as long as her resources aren’t in jeopardy.

Why did women fight so hard for the welfare state?  Why did women fight so hard for alimony?  Why did women fight so hard for free childcare to be away from their children?  Why is the program named “Women, Infants and Children” a benefit program?

Don’t have a wife or kids?  You’re still paying for someone’s wife and kids.

Because, silly, they’ve kept a constant lobby on this forever, and politicians don’t want to make women angry.  I mean, doesn’t looking at your enraged, yelling wife and saying, “Calm down” work for you guys as well as it does for me?

We’ve reached the point in 2026, where don’t need a man, nor a baby, so they can go on forever sipping mimosas on the beach until they die alone and childless while being cared for by a Nigerian nursing home employee that will eventually suffocate them in the night.

You’ve come a long way, ladies!

Let’s switch gears:

What about France?

I’m sorry.  Forgot my audience:  وات أباوت فرانس؟

But, what about Canada?  Oops.

व्हाट अबाउट कैनेडा?  There, that’s better.  In England, you need to know both, I guess, plus be fine with the police confining you to quarters so that the illegal aliens enriching immigrants can come ashore into government-paid housing and benefits that even British citizens can’t get.

What happens when the United States watches Indians shipwreck into a bridge?  We let it sink in.

I know, I know, we’re being enriched by immigration, that same enrichment that was somehow going to make the United States a better place than the superpower it was, the one that could put men on the Moon with a historical low(!) of only 5.4% immigrants, legal and illegal.  To be fair, the 5.4% included a bunch of Germans, of which Wernher von Braun was probably the most important one.

Thankfully now we’re limping along with at least 15% foreigners (legal and illegal) and perhaps as many as 30% by some estimates on our shores.  They are driving up home prices, competing for jobs against the native population, and, generally, proving that assimilation isn’t really a thing they’re interested in and that they’d rather restrict the rights of actual American than stop shooting each other.

The Somalians are like Superman™ around American black gangs now:  they’re scared of a Crip tonight.

I’ve been watching the collapse of France accelerate.  There appears to be nothing to stop it.  A family in Le Mans beaten while their home is looted?  It’ll be fine.  Murders, setting firemen in fire?  Why not?  It’s in the job title, right?

Top it off with the A.I. industry.  Oracle® has data center debt that’s now trading at (thank you Ed Zitron!) $0.85 per dollar.  Yes.  They sold dollars to people who now are willing to trade them for $0.85.  It looks like the model to make money on this sort of accounting is to do it in volume, I guess.  If I trade enough dollars for $0.85 and do it long enough, I’ll be rich, right?

The economy in the United States appears to be stuck between Scylla and Charybdis, with the A.I. bubble being Scylla, the economic melt-up from the Iran-Russia war being Charybdis, and Heather Locklear as a special guest star.

Just imagining the energy in this episode.

We’re at a point where things are starting to look like they’re at a breaking point.  People, normal people, not like you and me, are looking at the current state of feminism and absolute state of feminists doing anything possible to avoid responsibility for the outcomes of their decisions.  I mean, why should women be called sluts just because someone noticed them sleeping with a fraternity and the Fifth Fleet on the same weekend?

Normal people are also looking at France and saying, “Hey, maybe importing millions of third-world men who hate us might not be a good idea.”  They’re also asking the question that I asked decades ago:  Since the French don’t have guns, but would this be the thing to keep them in their hands if they did?  Something tells me that their current invaders are far worse than the 7th Panzer Division in 1940.

At least Rommel didn’t burn Paris.  And at least some of the French fought back against the Germans.

Why put this here?  No reason.

Normies are also waking up to the idea that maybe, just maybe, that a business that depends on users that mostly don’t pay anything for it might not ever be profitable.  Huh.  I wonder where they’re getting the nearly $1 trillion they’ve committed to spend on data processing alone in the next three years.

Nah.  It’ll be fine.

Worry about the collapse of society?

Why?

You’re soaking in it.

Why The Cheering For The Woman Who Killed Her Children Was Aimed At You

Why The Cheering For The Woman Who Killed Her Children Was Aimed At You

“The accounts are confused, but they refer to an inverse exorcism.” – Vampire$

I think Dexter is a killer name.  (All memes as-found)

On her first outing Lindsay Clancy scored a hat trick:  she viciously killed her three children.  This is, I am told, admitted to by her and uncontested.

Clancy had a tremendous outpouring of support from deranged women everywhere.  Several of these women took to media to show themselves behaving in a deranged manner:  throwing ice at their bathtub while grunting like an animal was common.  The one that set The Mrs. off was the video of a mother splashing cold water into the face of a baby that was, perhaps, nine months old, and the child reacting in a startle.

Based on her reaction to the video, I do believe that had The Mrs. witnessed that behavior in person she would need my assistance.  What assistance?  Bailing her out of jail after she physically corrected the “mother”.

I have also heard that Ms. Clancy has never apologized or asked forgiveness for her brutality.

This then, is the ultimate sacrifice to Moloch.  Innocent children painfully murdered.  It goes hand in hand with the other sacrament of the GloboLeft and GloboLeftElite:  abortion.

This is why feminists celebrate Clancy.  They demand in every respect full autonomy for women.  What autonomy?  All of it.  Want to kill a child that irritates you after you’ve shopped doctors to put your mind on numerous drugs?

Why, that’s perfectly allowed.

Want to have sex with two, three, heck, seven guys in public on the floor?  Why not!  If she regrets it later, she can just call it rape.  And if she and the guy, or guys, are both equally drunk?

It’s still rape by the guy.

And if she is a teacher and rapes a minor, gets pregnant and opts not to sacrifice her child to Moloch?  Yeah, the kid will have to pay his rapist for his rape-baby.  Oh, and she’ll probably get probation, because rape is only icky if a guy does it.

The reason the Clancy case got such attention is demoralization.  It’s theater.  It is the idea that putting a horrific crime in front of the world and then lauding it is meant to show us all that every single value that we hold dear can be twisted and inverted.

Celebrate the woman who slays her child!  Shower her with money!

Pity the tramp who openly slept with a hockey team and, on video, said she was sober and good with it before she took a stick to the slot.  That’s just what rape looks like in this day and age, I guess.

And it’s not women that is the reason for this, it’s that this should be one of the most sacred bonds that could be shared by two people on this planet, a mother and child.  Think of all of the pictures of Mary and the baby Jesus . . . and realize that this is just an Evil inversion of that love that a mother should feel for her child.

My instinct tells me that, laws be damned, if a mother is so insane that she kills her children, the death penalty is okay for insane people in this instance.  It’s not cruel and inhuman.

Step back, though.  This is a theater aimed at us.  It is aimed to make us feel that in the face of this monstrous Evil, that we can do nothing.  It’s aimed at women to push them further away from accountability and to demonize one of the most basic bonds in existence.

And none of this, absolutely none of this, has made the world better for women.  They are unhappier as a group now than at any time since the 1970s and the real upturn in “women’s liberation”.

This is, of course, because the atom of civilization is not the individual, it’s the family.  Even though they may revel in their youth, women know that in the end that’s why they exist.  It’s no mistake that the first institution the materialist communists struck was at marriage, to abolish it, and abolish the family.

We are in a time now when the forces of Evil have captured the politicians, the universities, the courts, the regulatory bodies, the media, and most businesses.

We’re surrounded.

Good.  We can attack in any direction.

Despite all of this, I remain certain that we will win.  The forces of the True, the Beautiful, and the Good will prevail.  As I’ve also said, this will be one of the most titanic struggles in the history of the world, and will end bloodlines and, perhaps scar continents.

What comes after will not be what came before.  We won’t re-create the 1950s.

This is also good, because what came before led to this, and we should be inspired to make something better than the world we have lost.  For those that would give up in the face of these odds, fine.  Give up.

No.  Not me.  And I’m not alone, not even close.  There are millions of us.  We could have stopped all of this by telling women “no” and refusing to remake society on a whim.

But here we are, backs to the river, the orcs to our front, and watching lights going out all over Europe, perhaps to be extinguished for a generation or more.

I refuse to be demoralized.  I refuse to give up, and I refuse to stop.  It’s my idea that the seeds we plant today in twenty or forty years will be the basis for what will come.

And I’m okay with that.  I’m good with planting trees under whose shade I’ll never sit.  And I’ll have to keep going.  Someone needs to stick around to bail The Mrs. out of jail.

Sympathy Porn, Roots, And Body Cams

“I feel like Kunta Kinte.” – Psych

An unpaid internship is nothing like slavery.  Slaves were given food and housing.

Body cams have undone tens of millions of dollars of propaganda effort spent during the 1960s through at least 2010.  During that time period, thousands of hours of movie and television were spent on what I’ll call “sympathy porn” to describe emotionally laden content used to create sympathy for a group.

Roots is a prime example.

Back when there were only three channels in most places.  Yes, three, ABC©, NBC®, and CBS™.  Just as today, nobody watched PBS© because nobody needed a tote bag.  ABC© decided to run Roots in January of 1977.  I’ll have to note that the book the miniseries was based on was published in August of 1976, so it’s clear that the production of the miniseries started before the book was even released.

A quick check shows that filming started in May of 1976.  And filming doesn’t start until everything is planned, so when were the film rights purchased?

1974.

The author of the book wouldn’t finish writing the book until November of 1975, yet his agent had already sold the film rights at least twice.  The timeshare salesmen could learn from this guy.

I feel bad for my cousin in prison who stutters.  Six months and he hasn’t finished his sentence.

Roots was an inevitable production, since it fell in line with the propaganda that had been everywhere since the end of World War II.  The themes of the early films almost always featured a dignified, intelligent black protagonist, a white Leftist conscience figure, and a moral that showed the white people were wrong all along.

Most of them seemed to star Nonthreatening Well-Spoken Black Man® Sidney Poitier.

But that wasn’t enough because most people didn’t want to go see these movies.  So, Roots.  Let’s spend the equivalent of $40 million today making a movie to tell Americans they were rooting for the wrong side in all of those westerns.

The plan?

  1. Make white people feel guilty about slavery that hadn’t existed for over a hundred and ten years.
  2. Make black people angry about slavery that hadn’t existed for over a hundred and ten years.
  3. Profit!

And profit it did, but the profits came from, well, there’s no putting a pretty face on it:  lies and plagiarism.  But I guess there are a lot of Emmys® to be won using lies and plagiarism.

The court found me guilt of using clickbait titles.  What happens next will shock you!

Examples?  Alex Haley, “author” of the book Roots lifted over 80 passages directly from another novel into his.  He also stole plot elements and scenes.  How bad was it?  The judge described it as Haley having “perpetrated a hoax on the American public.”

I said another novel.  Roots was supposed to be non-fiction, right?

Well, if you can make up non-fiction, I guess Roots is that.

Huge numbers of the people claimed to be Haley’s family couldn’t have been based on records.  Haley must have just made it up.  A journalist going through Haley’s paper and notes came to the conclusion that every specific genealogical claim that Haley made was false.

Other lies in the film are blatant and I’ll linger on it a bit:  the film has a white guy leading four black guys into the jungle to go find slaves.  The actual people who found and sold the slaves in almost every case were black people.  Blacks rounded them up, blacks took them to ports, and then blacks traded black slaves for gunpowder and horses and whiskey.  Or PEZ©.  Or whatever blacks liked back then.

More historically accurate than Roots.

Had the black captives not been sold into slavery, they would have been killed and eaten, and if they were lucky it would have been in that order.  But in the movie, to create the idea that a black person could possibly do anything wrong was against The Message.  So, they had to have a white guy be in charge.

There are people who defend Haley and Roots as “symbolic history”, but I’m going to stick with Sympathy Porn, which is what it is.  Symbolic history is the last defense, apparently, after the footnotes die.

Roots was a nine-hour attempt to create sympathy in a public that, in many cases, didn’t interact with blacks at all.  By the time I was 18, I had interacted with approximately six total black people.

It got cold on Wilder Mountain, and the numbers of blacks were pretty low.

Two of the blacks had been teachers, and they seemed okay and treated me well.  They were married to each other.  Their daughters were about my age but not in my grade, but I recall them as being mean little snakes.  The other two?  One had been brought from Houston by his brother, who went to the local college and was an assistant football coach.

The brother who was the only black that I knew of that had ever gone to that school.  And he got arrested for bringing a .357 revolver into school and then, poof, back to Houston.  I guess.  Maybe he went to medical school.

It’s like I told my spine surgeon, “Get back to work.”

Roots was aimed at people like me.  Young, impressionable people who hadn’t been around blacks and would be susceptible to Sympathy Porn.  The adults had seemed to be okay, but the kids were all awful, but The Message was that it wasn’t their fault, somehow.

I guess that’s the same idea that Gemini® has, too.  I asked it about the rates of black violence being so high, and it says, “it’s shaped by socioeconomic, historical, and systemic factors, not inherent racial traits.”  When I ask why the richest black community is more violent than the poorest white community it breaks and flat refuses to answer the question.

And then it tells me I’ve been de-banked.  I guess it’s the same priesthood, but customer service is worse.  Stupid 2020s.

2026 is a year in which everyone can see who is causing the violence on video clip after video clip.  It’s the blacks.  It’s not all of them, but it’s always them.

We’ve reached the end of Sympathy Porn being able to shape the opinions of people who have had their eyes opened by the reality of the footage captured by the body cameras.

Maybe I should write a book about this.  Any bids for the movie rights?

Oil, Oil, Toil And Trouble, Plus? Raccoons.

“No long, slow sleep of death embalmed.  We shall burn, like the heathen kings of old.  Bring wood and oil.” – Return of the King

AOC is introducing legislation to make him climate friendly and change his name to Vin Solar.

Arguably, the biggest machine humanity ever built is the hydrocarbon industry.  Annually over half of a trillion dollars are spent exploring for it.  Oh, sure, that’s what a Big Mac© will cost in 2036, but right now I wouldn’t turn it down. That’s just finding and getting it out of the ground.  All in, with pipelines, ships, rail cars, and refineries, it costs about $1.2 trillion a year.  Well, that was last year.

This year it will be more.

The killer is supply and demand.  Less oil is getting on a boat and going to Rotterdam, so that takes it off the market.  The Strategic Petroleum Reserve is nearing levels that some have said risk damaging the storage infrastructure itself, but it’s in Louisiana and Texas, so they’re used to the smell of oil in the morning.  Smells like . . . money.

But what people miss is that it’s a finely tuned industry.  It’s not like there are extra wells sitting around, waiting to produce.  And, after Ukraine sent all those flying lawnmowers covered in C4 into refineries in Russia, that stung.  It ended up taking out millions of barrels of capacity versus their peak refining capacity.  That’s less bubbling crude being turned into diesel.

What would Jed Clampett do?

Thankfully, we also have Gulf War VII, Part 58, so that the oil produced is actually even lower than the capacity of the refineries.  The IEA© (That stands for International House of Pancakes®, but in French, I think?) is guessing that things are rapidly falling apart when it comes to the amount of oil available and the fuel we can make out of it.

We have an oil tank.  And its level is dropping.

Even when the oil comes back, we still need to figure out how to mash it into diesel, which won’t happen overnight.

What does that leave?

Demand destruction.  Those are fancy words, but the short version is that the solution to high oil prices is high oil prices.  Yes, I used to drink gasoline like it was milk back in the day, because despite trillions of dollars being spent to find it, drill it, pump it, pipeline it, smash the dead dinosaur molecules around so the T. Rex bones don’t get stuck in the bottom of my gas tank, gas was cheaper than bottled water.

Was.

Now it’s expensive, so people will stop drinking gasoline and diesel.  And they’ll stop driving.  And they’ll stop idling their cars so they use less of that wonderful fuel.

If you lock your girlfriend and your dog in the trunk for an hour, generally only one of them is happy to see you when you open it back up.

As we’ve discussed before, the poorer nations will be hit first, and hit hardest.  For me, it means, well, nothing as far as my fuel purchases.  I drive about four miles a day on the average day, so add the three and carry the two . . . that’s about 120 miles a month.  At $4.50 a gallon and 20 miles per gallon, that’s, dang, complicated.  It’s too complicated to figure out.  You’d have to use multiplication or some other tool of the Devil.

As gas.  Not as the economy, and it’s an isolated view.

But the cost of fuel is a tax that hits every physical object that is moved in space to be bought and sold.  I know that now that if I want steak, because it’s steak and who doesn’t want steak, it will now cost more.  It costs more to get food to the cattle, move the cattle, convince the cattle politely to disassemble themselves into Wilder-sized portions, and move their soon-to-be-grilled-ribeyes to my house.

What’s more Irish than potatoes?  No potatoes.

If that gets too expensive, maybe I’ll have chicken.  But for the person who can already only afford chicken, I think they have to move to something like mouse.

The short version is that demand destruction means people don’t buy as much of whatever demand is being destroyed because they can’t afford it.  Demand destruction is just a fancy way of saying, “you’re all getting poorer, so learn to catch raccoon”.

There’s other positive news!

10 of 11 postwar (World War II, not the Franco-Prussian War) recessions were produced by . . . oil price highs that exceeded the three-year high.  Which is right where we are.  This didn’t happen in 2022, because everyone just decided to print money so we could build all the data centers we can eat instead of having a recession, so in my mind we just kicked the can down the road a bit.

Money printing is magic!  Do you think they’ll stop now?

No.  But what about oil.  We make and export oil now.  Surely, John Wilder, that will save us!

No, it won’t.

Surely that will never happen with the dollar, right?

I mean, sure, it’s nice that roughnecks will be getting some more hours in down in Texas, but that doesn’t help much when you’re a farmer trying to harvest the crop with diesel that’s now twice as expensive as you planned on.  On balance, my money is still on this increase in oil prices resulting in not only demand destruction but salary deconstruction.

Salary deconstruction?  Oh, nevermind that.  It’s just a fancy name for people getting fired, or not getting hired.  Raises will be down right at the time that people will be feeling more costs, and it will be harder to get a job.  In the 1970s we had stagflation.

I wish this would be Epsteinflation, because at least then we’d never see it.

No, this will be Zendayaflation, because even though no one wants Zendaya, Zendaya is everywhere and in everything.  Like the inflation we’re starting to see, small, mean looking, but you know that it’s going to grow and resemble a linebacker.

I bet when Zendaya starts counting carbs, she’ll go for a high score.

How do you get $1.2 trillion?

Just jam up the world’s biggest machine, and then create ones and zeros so we can spend them faster.  The downside of that Big Mac© that costs only $1.2 trillion?

You don’t get any fries.  And the burger isn’t exactly made of beef.

Ceasing To Be America

“I am truly sensible of the high honor the Congress has done me.  But I tell you now, I do not think myself equal to the command I am honored with.” – John Adams (2008)

George Washington.

What a dude.

Washington was called up to lead the Continental Army.  Why?  Everyone knew him, and most people liked him, and if they didn’t, they trusted him.  He had also killed a lot of French, so that was another plus.  George took up the sword.

Then, after winning, and being the most popular guy in the 13 colonies?

He put the sword down.  This wasn’t totally unprecedented in history, but the numbers of men with enough strength to put down power after having wielded it is a pretty small club.  There is Washington, there is Lucius Quinctius Cincinnatus, and you could make the case for Sulla and Diocletian, but it’s still a pretty small club.

He attended the Constitutional Convention and served as the leader.  As the delegates wrote the Constitution, they looked to Washington and wrote the job with the questions WWGWD? firmly in mind.

Why did Washington not take power?  He believed more in being American than being the boss.  Washington was later elected the first president, and that was after not campaigning, saying he’d rather someone else do the job, and wrote to a friend that his feelings on being elected were, “not unlike those of a culprit who is going to the place of his execution.”

He didn’t like the job, and had to be convinced to not take his name out of contention for his second term.  But when it was the third time to elect a president, he made it clear that he was done.  It wasn’t a prize Washington sought, it was a duty he wasn’t keen on.

Someone will mention the Whiskey Rebellion.  Washington personally took the field during the rebellion, and did so to protect the country:  without rules, there would be no future for the country.  Of the two people sentenced to death, Washington pardoned both, and in fact pardoned every American who requested a pardon.

Two terms became a precedent, and George Washington became the model for an American.

The next real crisis the Republic hit was Civil War 1.0.  In this case, I’ll argue that both sides fought out of a shared conviction regarding what it meant to be an American.  Robert E. Lee, for instance, was Revolutionary War Lt. Col. “Light Horse” Harry Lee’s son.  Light Horse Harry was friends with Washington and idolized him.

What was clear, though, is that once Civil War 1.0 was over, it was over.  The North and South reknitted the relationship.  Was it sometimes ugly?  Yes.  But Brigadier General Nathan Bedford Forrest III was killed when his bomber crashed in 1943, and Stonewall Jackson’s great-grandson’s fighter was shot down in 1944.  Oh, and Patton’s grandfather was a colonel in the 22nd Virginia.

We got over it.  We were still Americans.  We shared the same civic virtues, the same blood as the founding stock, and would pick up Washington’s sword when called.

So American that when it came time for World War I mobilization, Americans signed up.  World War I was an entirely unnecessary conflict from a strategic American standpoint, yet they learned to bayonet for a foreign king against a kaiser.

How American were Americans?  Until Germany declared war on the United States, Charles Lindbergh had argued that entering the war in Europe was not in the interests of the United States.  After declaration of war, however, he was turned down when he tried to sign up.

Regardless, Lindbergh flew over 50 combat missions in the Pacific.  As a civilian.  Because?  Charles Lindbergh.  Duh.

The whole thing started to fall apart in Vietnam.  It was a war fought poorly by leadership that didn’t want to win on behalf of foreign governments that were only notable when they weren’t being amazingly corrupt.  Lots of brave men bled there.

Still, we could have “won”.  But the media shifted away from national solidarity towards blatant GloboLeftism.

American idealism evaporated and was replaced by a constant drumbeat of American villainy started in the 1970s and continued through the 1990s.  American soldiers being awful were shown in countless movies like Platoon.  The “grab a beer and a chick and let’s party” music of the 1980s was replaced by the “I need a new antidepressant because someone was mean” music of the 1990s and the “I’ma gonna killa white man” rap.

The scene was set for the final betrayal.

9/11.  The September 11 attacks and their aftermath represented the final era “American” enlistment.  Former NFL player Pat Tillman quit his NFL® job to enlist following 9/11, but ultimately grew disillusioned with the war in Afghanistan.  Despite a good start, it soon became clear that we weren’t serious about the war, at all.

A far lesser George, George W. Bush, said that “They hate us for our freedoms”, “Islam is peace” and “Acts of violence against innocents violate the fundamental tenets of the Islamic faith”.

Did he ever hear about the stories actually in the Koran where their prophet ordered dozens of people assassinated?  And also ordered the “peaceful beheading” of 600-900 men in Medina in one shot?  Acts of violence are the fundamental tenets of that faith.

In a real nation, they would have been rounded up, and every non-European whose first language wasn’t English who was in America would have been shipped out on September 12.  But no.  We get W. telling everyone that if a person in the world will buy a Coke© then they’re just as American as you, bigot.

That was when we could see, finally, that America was no longer serious.  We sent our troops out for a war on an abstract mass noun, terror.  A twenty-year war that cost trillions and has (checks chart) only resulted in bringing in more foreigners who hate the horribly oppressive country that they fought to get in to.

Washington put the sword down to forge the identity of what an American was.  At some point, someone has to pick it up to protect America.

California, A Revolt Against Physics, And The Victor Davis Hanson Cycle

“In California, they’ll have warm weather tomorrow, gang wars, and some overpriced real estate.” – Groundhog Day

My friend cut an artery, and the first aid book said to apply pressure, so I yelled at him, “If you don’t stop bleeding right now, you’ll die!”

The State of California has, in its infinite wisdom, decided to change physics to what they would like it to be and picked a fight with friction.  The new law creates the first rolling resistance efficiency standards for replacement tires.  Yes.  That.  I know, I know, they said, “Join the GloboLeft, it’ll be cool baby, you’ll have all the weed you want.”

But, let them in to absolute power, and soon enough their inner Papa Stalin pops out.

The idea is a simple one:  have California create the Tire Immigration and Control Enforcement Division (TrICE) and set them to regulating.  Those will apply to nearly everyone.  Oh, if you have a Lambo®?  Yeah, you can still get grippy treads.  Same if you have the bucks for an extreme SUV that actually goes to places other than the grocery store and Pilates and the wine bar.

What would you call a horror movie in California after they outlawed gasoline cars?  “The Silence of the Lambos.”

The good intention is that it will force allow California consumers the ability to avoid pesky choices and to spend an extra $200 to $400 per set of tires in 2033.  Now, that’s an “industry estimate”, which is suspect, but the “regulator estimate” is laughable of . . . $1.50 to $6.50 a tire.  $1.50 a tire?  Obviously, a lie.

Here, I’m for the consumer being able to choose what kind of tire they want.

Given that, it sounds like I’m a free-trader.  Mostly?  I’d prefer those tires be made in the United States, so I’m okay with a tariff if we decide it’s worth it for that industry.

I’m complicated.

Anyway, it’s not illegal to own these cheaper “non-eco” tires.  A Californian in 2031 can buy them in, say, Nevada and drive back to California.  The bet is that people will be too lazy to do that or gas will be so expensive that they’ll be out fighting to save their rebel refinery from BDSM-clad bikers so they can escape the desert.

My take?

None of that will happen.

What will happen?

We’ll have groups of illegal aliens opening up illegal car tire bodegas.  Sure, it’s illegal, but they’re already illegal.  They already skirt every law that they can.

Later Speedy© got a job installing carpet, you could hear him for miles, “Underlay, underlay!”

These might be fly-by-night places where a vacant lot turns into Speedy’s ¡Ándele, Arriba! Tire Stop® for a weekend.  Speedy will drive to Nevada, buy a truckload of illegal tires, and then sell them to you!  This is not unrealistic, because illegals already do everything they can to avoid paying taxes, so sales tax would probably be optional.

Then, the hard-working illegal aliens would take the used tires and dump them.  Probably at Victor Davis Hanson’s house.  Then, Victor Davis Hanson would get a citation for illegally operating a landfill.  Victor Davis Hanson would then go to court and plead innocent and maybe use the word “illegal alien” accidentally and then get charged with the Hate Crime of Illegally Discriminating Against Friendly Visiting Valuable Migrants by objecting to them using his farm for a landfill.  Then, they’d send Victor Davis Hanson to prison, and give the land to the Friendly Visiting Valuable Migrants because it was land that was stolen by colonialists anyway.

Sure, sounds like satire, but it’s a reality already that California has a three-tiered justice system:

  • A carte blanche for the media/techno sect of the GloboLeftElite,
  • Actual arrests and jail and taxes for the Average Joe,
  • Another hall pass anyone else who isn’t white or Asian.

Victor Davis Hanson is clearly inside the Average Joe classification, especially since in California because he’s white and not a movie star, so he’s stuck inside the only classification where laws are actually enforced in California.

I’m not trying to pick on VDH, he’s just the one that’s written most extensively about the abject failure to apply the law to illegals in California.  But he still lives there, so in the end the state may eat him.

Don’t let California know about the car that runs on dead leaves, if they find out they’ll mandate the autumn-mobile.

It is clear that California is headed down the road to a dystopian hellscape.  Sure, this is just tires, but California seems to think that they are capable of repealing the laws of physics.  Take, for example, that by 2035 California intends to ban the sale of gasoline powered passenger cars.  This was an executive order by Governor Zoolander Newsom, the Plastic Man with the Reptile Smile.

Did he ignore the fact that Pacific Gas and Electric, (NYSE Symbol “GRASSFIRE”) can’t produce enough electricity for Californians now without causing the place to blaze up like a Cheech & Chong® fan convention?  No, because they’re not allowed to actually build power plants, because that could cause carbon to go into the air.

Bad mayor, worse firefighter.

Instead, Californians just buy it from across state lines so carbon goes up into the air in a different state, so they can export carbon production and import smug virtue.  And higher prices.

But to Californians, the disconnect between the cause and the effect doesn’t matter.  “Something that’s been in motion for a decade makes my life miserable now?” is a thought that cannot occur in the mind of a California leftist because they are so inundated with the dopamine they get from their good intentions.

And the state gets crappier.  But, hey, no one wants to defund TrICE, right?

There are many variations on this theme that we could continue with, from the state’s affinity for illegal aliens to their declaring playground sand a carcinogen (yes, they did) to not building a train but spending billions to not do it to letting tens of thousands of criminals out of jail just as violent crime is increasing in California cities.

What do you call a group of deaf people?  I don’t know, but it’s definitely not a herd.

I’d blame it on incompetence, but the GloboLeftElite seem to have found a winning ticket in California with a modified Cloward-Piven plan to just make everything awful and blame it on someone else, say capitalism or Donald Trump or colonialism.

Each failure seems to bind voters tighter to them, while the Average Joes, to the tune of hundreds of thousands a year, are flooding to anyplace but California.

But, hey, at least they’ll have decent tires thanks to the only functioning institution left in the state:  Speedy.

Tinder© Tramps, InstaThots®, And The Attention Sump In Your Pocket

“I’m bored!  I’m bored and I’m getting eaten by mosquitos.  I’m being eaten.  And I’m bored as well.” – The Grand Tour

I got a free iPhone© and a free iPad® today!  Pistols are magic!

I had my previous cell phone for nine years: from August of 2017 to August of 2026.  That’s a good run.  I bought a fairly nice one back in the day, and took good care of it.

I lie.  Somehow the screen cracked in November, 2020, so I had to make sure it stayed dry.  The old phone did its duty.  I would still be using it, but it’s full, and there are a number of faults going on that make me think that it is time.

On the advice of Pugsley, I swapped over from the Mao People’s Phone© (Android™) to the Fascist Fisher-Price™ phone (Apple©).  I know, it sounds nuts.

What a difference 10 years has made in technology!  Steve Jobs once said that he wanted the iPhone© to feel so sexy that people would be tempted to lick it.  This 17th version is a tightly integrated piece of technology.  I mean, I haven’t licked it, but that doesn’t mean that I’m not WiFi-curious as to what licking it would feel like.

I used to live on Mars®, but decided that was way too much chocolate.

Civilization has been on a downward slide since, oh, whenever they started welfare and started encouraging poor stupid people to make more poor stupid people by paying them to be poor and stupid.  Incentives matter.  Welfare was bad, but the iPhone© really took societal collapse from “Hiroshima” to “full Tsar Bomba”.  Never go full Tsar Bomba.

The iPhone© is the problem.  It allowed interaction on a scale never before seen, and was the platform that empowered Tinder© tramps to seek out Chad to be used for a night and InstaThots® to feed their narcissism.  That was bad enough, but it also became the attention sump, turning every waking moment into a distraction.

Distraction and dopamine hits are what the iPhone® was built to deliver.  I’ve only had mine a week, but a friend indicates that it is also an amazing device for having Apple® to sink their fangs into my credit card and suck as hard as I’ll let them.  They monetize everything.

Like?

Location.  How fast I drive.  The number of steps I take in a day (not enough) and how steady my gait is (very).

Someone stole all the fruit from my farm in Georgia, that leaves me peachless.

The last two are maybe going to be a net benefit for me, as I can certainly see myself always wanting to be above average, so soon enough I’ll be walking 100,000 steps a day.  Well, me and Jason Arday.

Too soon?

The phone is designed to distract, designed to turn every bit of life into a consumption event.  With a dizzying array of apps pre-built in, it’s almost intoxicating flipping through the pages of things I could be doing right this second instead of . . . wait, why did I pick the phone up in the first place?  Oh, yeah, got distracted.  Oh, a notification!  The Mrs. let the dogs out!

How does Jeff Foxworthy kill werewolves?  With a silver mullet.

The first time I went to Las Vegas the sounds and sights were overwhelming after a few hours.  I think that’s the point, but that was also in a world mainly free of the Internet back in 1997.

It may seem like a super-power, but it is a pretty useless superpower, like having the ability to retract my fingernails or hair back into my body.

What is nice, though, is that it tracks and graphs which apps I’m using and when I’m using them, and the option to tell the phone to remind me, “Wilder, time to shut this damn thing down and go to bed”.

That has actually been a positive for me.  I shut down the distraction device, pick up a book, and read.  I’d already gotten through a novel or non-fiction book every other week since the start of the year (last two:  C.S. Lewis’ Space Trilogy, Sweterlitsch’s The Gone World, current:  Hawkins’ The Library at Mount Char), but the other alternative is to be bored.

I read a biography of JFK.  The end was mind blowing.

I avoid brooding and regret since they are a horrible ways to program yourself to think, and a trap that should be avoided.

Besides, boredom is useful.

Boredom is that innate spark in humans, that makes us feel uncomfortable in sitting in a warm, dark room, well fed, with low effort.  Boredom pushes us to create, to learn, to invent.  The first person to figure out a bow-drill or decided that stacking rocks in a pyramid shape might be cool or that being the first guy to make it to the South Pole was a good thing.

Boredom is also why some animals die or refuse to mate in captivity.  Our full-on stimulation world might be part of the reason that mating seems to be no longer as important to many of the young in 2026.

HR was upset with my urine sample.  Apparently they only want them when they request them.

People aren’t meant to be continually distracted.  We are supposed to be bored sometimes because for at least tens of thousands of years that was our default programming.  Boredom forces us to change.

A society based on waiting for someone else to distract us is madness.  Like licking an iPhone©.

Yay!  More microplastics in my testicles!  That’s nuts!

Top 15 Everyday Acts That Used To Be Normal And Now Count As Counter-Revolutionary.  Number 8 Will Make Your Spleen Explode!

“I mean, every part of a kaiju sells.  Cartilage, spleen, liver.” – Pacific Rim

How do you stop two blind bums from fighting?  Yell, “My money is on the guy with the knife.”

Number 1:  Telling a child “no”.

Children are not small adults.  Children’s feelings, for the most part, don’t matter.  We don’t let children drive, buy booze, select their own menu, or make life altering choices.  “No” is a complete sentence, and learning limits is required since no child is born with discipline:  that has to be learned.  And, that over time with enough discipline and effort, no can be turned into yes.  Corollary:  letting kids lose is important for similar reasons, because life is complex enough that they will lose.  Plus, I love to see them cry when I crush them in chess.

Number 2:  Demanding that visitors and new arrivals to our country follow our norms, not their own.

When I visit a friend’s house, do I walk to his fridge, open up a beer, impregnated his wife, and then demand to be given the remote control so I can watch what I want instead?  No, unless my friend is a GloboLeftist.  They don’t seem to mind.  And they don’t seem to mind it when foreigners do exactly that when visiting or invading our country.  Moslem women should feel shame when wearing their desert clothes in the United States, and Mexicans should be embarrassed that they don’t speak English.

The population of Modern Mayberry never changes.  Every time a girl gets pregnant, a guy leaves town.

Number 3:  Not pretending that fat women are attractive.

Yes, some people are fat.  Exactly zero of them are healthy, and exactly zero of them are more than a 3 out of 10.  I bring women as the rule, because no one has ever pretended that fat men are attractive.  It’s just (my guess) the feminine desire to reduce mating competition by telling their fat friends to “never change, you’re lovely as you are” so they can have a better chance at banging Chad.

Number 4:  Not letting your son quit.

Quitting is an addictive drug, because once a kid quits and sees no immediate repercussion in his life, it’s setting the stage for a lifetime of quitting.  And no one likes a quitter, except my doctor when it comes to me drinking.  And I keep telling him, if I’m a quitter, that will make me a hypocrite.  I’d tell you more but . . .

I’m throwing “son” out here in rule 4, but you could (I suppose) put in a daughter, but don’t try to sell me on suffrage for women.  That ship sailed over the horizon after they started celebrating murder moms.

When it failed, he was beside himself.

Number 5:  Looking down on “consumers”.

“Consumers” should be shunned.  There is no virtue in purchasing.  As Mojo Nixon musically noted:  You can’t buy cool.  You also can’t buy virtue.

Number 6:  Expecting young women and men to marry and have children.

This is their job.  If young women want to wreck society by having lazy girl jobs, they won’t like it so much when they’re cold, catted, chardonnayed, and unChaded.  This will revert, because if it doesn’t civilization will collapse.  My solution is to drop the drinking age to 18 and encourage illicit keggers in forests.

You know, for the kids.

Is something that looks like pasta, smells like pasta, and tastes like pasta but isn’t pasta an impasta?

Number 7:  Keeping your word, especially when it is painful.

Keeping my word is important to me, because the biggest pains in my life came from when people didn’t keep their word.  And me, if I promise to do the dishes, I promise, I’ll do the dishes.  There is no need to remind me every six months.

Number 7:  Understanding that legality and morality are not the same thing.

When the entire basis of a society is based on the exact letter of a law, you end up with infinity Indians scamming airports to get wheelchairs to jump the line or “buying” a punchbowl from Costco©, using it for the party, and returning it when the party is over.  These are people without honor.  This failure is not the complete explanation of why India is like it is, but it’s part of the explanation.

Number 9:  Acting like the country you live in was built by your ancestors and owed to their descendants.

A female lawyer in New York who wants to tell me that a “refugee” from Kheezewhizistan is just as American as my family, who have been here since before the Revolutionary War, is lying.  She’s trying to give away something that’s not hers to give, and we’re not mad enough about it.

We’ll know Europe is healing when the part of Europe taking in the most refugees is the Mediterranean Sea.

Number 10:  Saying, “I don’t know.”

I’ve observed that the best leaders with the strongest sense of self are unafraid to ask people to explain things, and to admit when they don’t know something.  I’ve also observed that people who know everything invariably don’t.  TrUSt tHe sCieNce!

Number 11:  Thinking that honor, bravery, and integrity should be the norm.

They should be the norm.  There’s a reason they started making fun of Boy Scouts©, then infiltrating them, then destroying them.  The Boy Scouts™ was a wonderful force to create good men, which is the last thing the GloboLeftElite want.  So they killed it.

Number 12:  Thinking as much about responsibility as liberty.

Responsibility is the brother of keeping your word.  It’s keeping promises you haven’t even made.  It’s investment.  Liberty is easy.  Responsibility is hard.

If we arm the teachers, will the librarians get silencers?

Number 13:  Teaching children that, yes, they will be judged by their table manners.

It’s true.  They don’t have to use them every moment, but they have to know them.

Number 14:  Admitting when you were wrong without explanation.

This is similar to number 10, but a step farther.  It goes beyond ignorance into error.  People who personalize and defend their errors are evil.  Maybe even Evil.

Number 15:  Incorrectly numbering a list.

Know Your Enemy

“I am not a number. I am a free man!” – The Prisoner

The GloboLeft and the GloboLeftElite are not tied to the countries they live in.

Instead, they are tied to their class.  A professor from Boulder can glide into a conference in London or Paris or D.C. and feel exactly the same:  the same polite applause, the same correct opinions, the same network of people who went to the same schools, read the same journals, and never once had to fix a carburetor.

The nice hotel room, the brandy, and the bacon-wrapped shrimp taste identical whether the view is of the Flatirons, the Thames, or Islamabad on the Seine.  These people deal almost exclusively with other members of their class.

Our daughters have to be sacrificed.

That is who they are loyal to.  They are largely unelected yet have an outsize impact on your life, like Anthony Fauci or the CEO of Disney®.  And it’s also elites in virtually every facet of life.

An example:  the U.S. Conference of Catholic Bishops.

In 2024 their financials showed $180.4 million, 81.8 percent of their operating revenue, came from government contracts and grants tied to illegals and refugees.   Why are we inundated with illegals?  You’re paying to be inundated with illegals.  The illegals and refugees stream across the border in unending numbers because we paid for them to come here.

For the Catholic hierarchy the calculation is simple:  mOaR Catholics, regardless of where they come from or what they believe outside of their first Holy Communion.  Now, I don’t want to be a killjoy to the bishops, but St. Thomas Aquinas would beg to differ.  Aquinas actually cared about the common good of a particular people in a particular place.

The modern bishops appear to care more about the grant pipeline.

When your funds allow hordes of illegals and other foreigners to finally show up, their very presence funds the GloboLeft again.  More students who don’t speak English equals more jobs for predominantly GloboLeftist teachers and interpreters.  More violence in schools from poorly adjusted foreigners equals more jobs for counselors, social workers, speech therapists, and cops.

The entire apparatus expands.

The GloboLeft does not merely tolerate the invasion; it metastasizes it into salaries, pensions, and moral superiority.

I remember a conversation with a perfectly credentialed GloboLeftist who looked me in the eye and said, with complete sincerity, “Well, if we don’t have them (illegals) here, the cost of strawberries will go up!”

Yes, yes they will.  And the job of picking them will go to an American.  Without the influx of illegals it could be one of those heavily-credentialed parasites who have burrowed into the system and now find actual labor beneath them.  The strawberries will still get picked.

Let’s see the response . . . .

It is not only the obvious GloboLeftElite.  Recently Senator John Curtis of Utah, “Republican” Senator John Curtis got body-slammed in the comments on X® because he wants to import more foreigners through a state-sponsored visa scheme complete with a quiet pathway for long-term illegals.

Republicans won’t vote to stop it.  Many of them are already in the club, or they desperately want the membership card.

I guess no one in Utah is smart enough to run a hotel desk.

The bacon-wrapped shrimp is excellent, have you tried it?  Do you really think John Curtis will ever vote to send them home?

This is the deliberate dismantling of the old labor market filled with independently minded people who can still remember a nation that was not an open-air hotel for the world’s surplus population.  Those people sound dangerous, they sound like they may not support the government.

The people don’t support the government?  Easy solution: import different people.  To make it stick, let’s also pull heritage Americans out of the middle class.  People in the middle class have pesky opinions, spare time, and haven’t been worn down so they still have enough energy to make trouble.

If they were desperately poor, they’d complain less.  Heck, why stop there?  If you want a civilization to disappear, the easiest method is to pay their women more money.  They will happily take the lazy-girl jobs, postpone children indefinitely, and die surrounded by boxes of Chardonnay and pristine, unused wombs, ending family lines.

(h/t Vox Day LINK)

They also, on purpose, fail to go after certain criminals.  Those Flock© cameras blanketing the suburbs are not primarily aimed at inner-city gang members, cartel drug dealers, or illegals.  Those crimes are useful to the GloboLeftElite.  The cameras exist to track and punish the middle class.

Don’t believe me?  In Great Britain, murderers routinely receive lighter sentences than people who publish mean tweets.  When’s the last time a black murderer was charged with a “hate” crime?

This is policy.

The GloboLeftElite need the middle class to comply, and they need the anarchy from below to justify their own continued existence as managers of the chaos.  The violent and the non-productive are their power base and their enforcers while the middle class represent the last pool of money they haven’t sucked up.  After they’ve done that, they’re desperate to replace you.

How desperate are they?  They will import people from countries whose average I.Q. would make a decent room temperature if you happened to be wearing a sweater. This is the root of the competency crisis you see every day:  airplanes that crash, ships that smash bridges, and schools that don’t teach.

They do not care.  It does not impact their lives one bit.  The conference circuit continues.  The brandy is still poured.  The bacon-wrapped shrimp is still tasty.

The GloboLeftElite are not traitors to their countries in the old sense.  They simply no longer have countries.  They have a class, a set of hotels, and an endless supply of other people’s children to feed into the machine.

A machine that runs on shrimp, apparently.