In A Word, No

In four words, no, of course not. No one who exists in the real world gives the United States of America any chance whatsoever of recovering from its current freefall toward collapse. In fact, at this stage I cannot conceive of anyone who would want it to recover. Imagine a beautiful car that is mangled in a wreck. You know that there is no hope of salvaging it, that it is better to just replace the car with a new one that will function smoothly as designed. The damage to the old car is too profound and advanced to realistically save it. That’s the situation this country finds itself in now. The deterioration is far too advanced to realistically salvage it. The only hope is for one or more new countries to arise from the USA’s ashes, countries that preserve most or all of the USA’s founding ideals.

Paul Craig Roberts always writes passionately on what ails America. Unfortunately, he’s preaching to the choir. The people who need to read him are the ones who can’t/don’t read and probably wouldn’t absorb his message even if they could or did.

Our Country Was F***ed From The Start

The title of this post is neither controversial nor revelatory to anyone who has even briefly studied early American history of the post-Revolutionary period. But this YouTube video that nicely (and humorously) summarizes the events of the Whiskey Rebellion of 1791 (H/T Lew Rockwell), illustrates, in a way that even acerebral NPC normies can understand, the pointlessness of the American Revolution as an act of “fighting for freedom.”

It has been asserted by more than one revisionist historian that the USA’s founders were what we today call “One Percenters.” They waged rebellion against the British monarchy not because they wanted “freedom” for their countrymen (they gave no more of a shit about the ordinary colonial farmer or shopkeeper than Russia’s tsars did about that country’s serfs), but because they chafed at the idea of continuing to obey and serve the capo di tutti capi in faraway London, rather than rule over a realm of their own in North America. Naturally they would have a difficult, if not impossible time fighting the King and his colonial armies by themselves, so they had to come with what we today might call a “pitch,” a “con,” or a “hustle” by which to “pull the shuck on the rubes” (i.e., bamboozle the ordinary colonial rabble they despised). How to do this?

Why, convince them that meany King Georgie was “oppressing” them with taxes that they shouldn’t be paying at all, and that the King’s red-coated soldiers were tyrants (only if they were provoked, so it was essential to find ways to goad the rubes into provoking the King’s soldiers, which they did one day in Central Boston in 1770, with predictably deadly results). They also decided that they should promise the rubes freedom once they were freed from the British Crown’s rule, this representing a concept that the average American peasant was barely familiar with, let alone longing for. In the end, these early One Percenters fooled just enough of the colonials into fighting against the home country to wage an actual war. Imagine their surprise when they actually won said war against the world’s then-mightiest military power. They now faced the problem of having to make good on promises that they never intended to keep in the first place.

The first step that the now-ruling American One Percenters took was to subvert and then replace with a centralized government the confederacy of independent states that they were forced to agree to in order to get the rubes to keep fighting their war. As soon as was feasible they demanded a “constitutional convention,” ostensibly for the purpose of “modifying” some “errors” in the Articles of Confederation (which didn’t exist, but that’s a whole other story). This convention was chartered with very specific terms and aims, but quickly morphed into a secrecy-shrouded instrument for completely changing the new nation’s government (read Gary North’s Conspiracy in Philadephia for the whole sordid story). After successfully ramming a new constitution down the throats of each of the thirteen original states, the Founding One Percent now had the mechanisms to literally force their will upon the various states and their now-subjugated residents.

The linked video about the Whiskey Rebellion summarizes in fascinating detail how the reigning One Percenters managed to metaphorically shred the new constitution and wipe their arses with it. So blatant was this act of unrepresented, non-consensual taxation that logic would seem to have dictated that it ignite a second revolution. Instead, after a brief dustup of resistance, the citizenry adopted the sheeple garb that they’ve been wearing since they surrendered to President George Washington’s troops (if your opinion of Washington as a man doesn’t change after watching the video, it means you weren’t paying attention). Other than a brief burst of rebellion between 1861 and 1865, the sheeple have remained compliant ever since.

What shocks me most, upon considering the events surrounding the Whiskey Rebellion, is both how blatant the trampling of rights was, and how recently after the “war against taxation without representation” this war occurred. It certainly explains the dull passivity of today’s normies. If the founding generation that had just fought a war for “freedom” couldn’t be bothered to keep up the fight to maintain it just as soon as it had been won, there’s little reason to hope that posterity that has never known it will fight for it, either.

They’re All Part Of The Swamp (Which Is Why Voting Is Idiotic)

Apparently The Orange Man’s current chief policy adviser is a swamp creature. Given what we saw of his cabinet in his first term, this should be about as surprising as syphilis in a street whore. I had never heard of this Susan Wiles, either, but then again, I’ve reached the point where I’ve concluded that since people with integrity don’t do American politics, it’s not worth wasting brain cells or time and effort to know anything about them.

What disturbs me the most is not that Trump has a swamp creature as his closest advisor. Only a naive moron would think that he would have anything else in that capacity, or that he’s serious about being president for a second term. What I find not only disturbing, but infuriating is that there are still supposedly adult Americans of “normal” IQ range who continue to trust and believe in Donald Trump and the elections they stupidly believe they can use to put him back in the White House.. This after the blatant election theft of November 2020 through January 2021, and again in November, 2022. There really is no excuse for such people, and they only serve to strengthen the argument that democracy is the most destructive political system imaginable. The idea that such people can wisely choose their own government is beyond risible.

So let Trump have his swamp creature. Let him scrape the thinktank and K Street law firm cesspool to get a dozen more. Hell, there are plenty of former Israeli Defense Force Generals and Mossad agents looking for work. Hiring them would be the most honest thing Trump could do, Judenschwanzsauger extraordinaire that he is. Anyone who votes for him at this stage is a brainwashed stooge who is obviously happy to be living in a Zionist-controlled open-air prison ruled by kleptogerontoligarchs. They deserve the suffering that comes with that.

American Mother Of The Year

She might as well be. She’s typical of what passes for a “mother” in the North American sector of Clown World.

The sad thing is that her kids face a Hobson’s choice of either foster care, or being returned to her and her husband’s care. Just one more instance of “adult” society delivering another “fuck you!” to its children. What amazes me is that no one ever gives any thought to the reality that one day these children, whom we’ve abused and neglected since birth, are going to be the ones we will be forced to rely on in our declining years. God help us, as we’re in for one hell of a payback.

Christ Is King. He Is Risen!


In the end of the sabbath, as it began to dawn toward the first day of the week, came Mary Magdalene and the other Mary to see the sepulchre. And, behold, there was a great earthquake: for the angel of the Lord descended from heaven, and came and rolled back the stone from the door, and sat upon it. His countenance was like lightning, and his raiment white as snow: and for fear of him the keepers did shake, and became as dead men. And the angel answered and said unto the women, Fear not ye: for I know that ye seek Jesus, which was crucified. He is not here: for he is risen, as he said. Come, see the place where the Lord lay. And go quickly, and tell his disciples that he is risen from the dead; and, behold, he goeth before you into Galilee; there shall ye see him: lo, I have told you. And they departed quickly from the sepulchre with fear and great joy; and did run to bring his disciples word. And as they went to tell his disciples, behold, Jesus met them, saying, All hail. And they came and held him by the feet, and worshipped him. Then said Jesus unto them, Be not afraid: go tell my brethren that they go into Galilee, and there shall they see me.
~Matthew 28:1-10 (KJV)

A Happy and Blessed Easter to all. Our Redeemer lives, and He has overcome the world!

This Should Be Illegal

And for all I know, it might be, technically. But since the major corporations that are buying your personal data essentially own the machinery of government and the politicians who tend it, they can do whatever the fuck they want without consequence.

Just one more group of people to prepare hemp neckties for come the inevitable reaction.

Amen, Brother Andrew

Gab CEO Andrew Torba has had enough of the “Anti-Semite Racket” and has thrown down a gauntlet. He is wholly correct in asserting that Christians must speak truth to power – especially Jewish power, which is not only destroying Western civilization, but corrupting the Christian Church as well.

I’ll echo Andrew’s article title as well. If speaking truth to Jewish power makes me an anti-semite, than I am as pure a model as they come.

Good Bye, Globalist Alien Faggot, and Good Riddance

The Republic of Ireland has finally rid itself of its fake taoiseach, Leo Varadkar, who is stepping down, apparently for no specific reason other than perhaps a sense that if he didn’t that he would be publicly lynched.

Three questions come immediately to my mind. First, will the Irish people force Varadkar completely out, as in “out of Ireland altogether?” Second, will a similar fate befall the fake alien Globalist PM currently occupying 10 Downing Street across the Irish Sea on AirStrip One?

But the most important question I have is, will the Irish people restore to power a government that represents them and Ireland’s genuine national interests? Or are they too far down the prog path to be redeemed?

Again, interesting times, with even more on the way.

Becoming A Functional Polyglot

I’ve been informed that my obtaining an Italian passport (and with it Italian citizenship) is in part contingent upon my learning Italian and becoming at least moderately proficient in it. Although eligibility by marriage (my Venezuelan wife also holds Italian citizenship due to her father having emigrated to Venezuela from Italy) is the primary qualifier, there are several others, a list of which I’ve been provided. Although I will of course also pursue Venezuelan citizenship as well, the benefit of first obtaining the Italian passport is that it is easier to get into Venezuela with an Italian passport than with an American one. Unlike with American citizens, no visa is required for Italian citizens to enter Venezuela. While I am still in the process of pursuing a Venezuelan visa for my U.S. passport, I would much rather expedite the process of obtaining an Italian passport and avoid the hassles of dealing with Chavista bureaucracy.

But that’s not my only reason for pursuing the Italian passport and citizenry. I love Italy, having spent lots of time there (Sicilia and Napoli) during my Navy years, and I look forward to becoming better acquainted with Campania, the region where my late FiL was from and where my wife’s relatives still live. I can’t wait to visit them and become part of the family.

So about the language part. I am of course near-native fluent in Spanish. That, in a way, might pose a problem with learning Italian. The two languages are directly related to each other and are very similar in many ways, which often leads to confusing one with the other. Given that my wife and I communicate exclusively in Spanish, thus making it the foreign language that I use most frequently, I find myself defaulting to Spanish even when I attempt to use other languages in which I was once fluent and still occasionally try to maintain proficiency. While this is a result of lack of practice in other languages (most monoglots cannot grasp the idea that language proficiency is a perishable skill; if you don’t use it, you lose it), it demonstrates the problem of balancing knowledge in various regions of the brain. It’s important to maintain separation between languages, even those that are similar to one another.

After having started formal self-training in Italian, I’ve been mostly successful in separating it from Spanish. The hardest part has been remembering the differences in pronunciation and spellings between the two languages and confusing numbers between the two (e.g., Spanish dos for Italian due [two], or Spanish ocho for Italian otto [eight]). I think I’ll need to subscribe to a formal training course in order to get some conversational practice in just to reinforce the lessons.

Meanwhile, I’ve come across some YouTube videos from folks who have had experience studying multiple related languages at once. I hope that the advice given in them will be of practical help. While some of these people advise against learning multiple languages at once, I think my situation falls into the “have no other choice” category. In any case, I would probably apply the “Don’t Try This at Home” caveat for most people, especially those who have no prior experience in learning a foreign language.

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