I RECENTLY MERGED my Substack accounts into one email with S-Stack’s promise that all of my docs would transfer neatly under one umbrella account, and they did mostly — except for the blended malt of whatever this is.
Unfortunate things happen, of course, and writers must get used not only to killing their darlings on occasion as Eudora Welty famously said (removing fine or favorite writing that may be in the way), but having them disappeared without a trace as a consequence of over-relying on the sketchy Internet to keep its word.
What I do know is it’s never as good the second time around. So, if you don’t mind chewing on a few scrappy leftovers …
I WILL NEVER stop wondering aloud (as I have for over two years now) how State executioners and their Corporate/Pharma partners can continue to kill people with impunity and without public reprisal of any kind, especially as we watch more & more people ‘Die Suddenly’ and the vax-injured stagger helplessly toward what looks to be an almost certain early grave.
The rapid decay of a society only partially explained by the effect of these chimeric darts on a no longer unsuspecting public is as blatant an intentional Crime Against Humanity in its overall architecture and rollout as anything approaching equal stature, if such a thing even exists, in human history.
But few seem to have the curiosity or bandwidth to try or want to make sense of it all even as we slide ever closer to the edge of a spiraling vortex so powerful, that hope, light, reason, and perhaps even human existence, might not survive its pull.
The following opening is all that I could salvage from the original document …
They told us it was coming. They bragged about it.
If the same thing were happening seventy years ago, when real men still walked the Earth, two questions and two questions only would be on their dank lips right about now:
‘Why has no one assassinated these bastards?’
Followed by …
‘Alright, enough of this sh*t — How do we stop our killers?’
Instead, for all of the COVID and vaccine outrage-related tweets over the past few years, I’ve rarely come across any that allude in even an indirect way to the liquidation of the Satanic sons-of-witches who are currently behind the smart-tech massacre of the human race.
And I personally find it absolutely fu*king appalling. Let’s talk about it.
As the writing went on I continued to probe the pieces at play that would cause us to fall into catatonic lockstep (like the animals going in circles in those weird videos of late) and blank-stare denial while this gang of Globalist cutthroats mows us down via a new method of healthcare for a disease they also created that couldn’t be more bio-weapon if it tried?
But the answers don't come easily, I'm sorry to say, at least not in ways we can feel good about.
Look, to be fair, I’m b(i)ased. I didn’t grow up in this technology-sodden era. I pre-date many of you. I knew men who survived WWII, like my grandfather. We didn’t have electronics growing up, let alone smartphones. We watched, discovered, and paid attention to things. And we were taught stuff, like right from wrong and good and evil from the get-go. And it was drilled into me to be a real boy and have fun but also to uphold the truth, and while I was at it, to always keep a look out for crazy people who drove around neighborhoods looking to snatch up kids in cars because Evil is a fact of life that isn’t going anywhere, at least not until Jesus returns.
And then, inevitably, like most guys who grew up back then, we threw off all that good sense to chase after free sex (which wasn’t and never will be free), barely surviving our sins and ourselves in the process. And yet, some of us made it despite it all. We crawled back over broken glass and survived the scorpions … only to end up here.
Which means, we're not all up in our feels, afraid to confront the demons that pret’ near drove us for all our rotten ways to Hell.
So, what makes me a self-professed authority on anything, then, let alone the Last World War, the crowning of Satan, and the fall of empire? Well, all of it does. All the chronic failures and miscast desires; all of the self-harming conceit as a corollary of all the unrelenting lies shat down by a weaponized culture; all of the patient goodness of God; and, especially, all of the redeeming grace paid by Jesus on the Cross to save a wretch like me.
The whole magnificent goldarn Burning Schoolhouse of life, in other words.
And for those of us who did manage to make it this far, I can only believe on some level it must've been because God wanted a few antiques hanging around to oppose the coming world-busters in the manner of that brazen kid in the story The Emporer Has No Clothes when the time came. [Repeating theme here, keep your eye on the oldsters.]
And, having said that, I’ll venture to repeat again the two things that keep me up nights:
(1) The centralized mass-murder campaign properly called ‘Democide’ (the extermination of sovereign populations by their own leaders as part of a global depopulation process), and
(2) the fundamental lack of any meaningful and sustained response from those of us in the crosshairs.
LIKE ANY HISTORY buff I can faithfully attest that wars, though necessary sometimes, rarely happen for the right reasons.
If we’re honest, many past conflicts (speaking of Europe in the 19th and early 20th centuries) impelled smartly uniformed armies to carry out the wishes of doddering old fools who believed wasting innocent lives was suitable payment for being insulted by a cousin or two across the pond, down the street, or in the next yard.
It was deemed heroic to die for your country, after all. Who were the deemers? — the Barons of News & Publishing, friends and relatives of the doddering fools who painted war as a rosy bit of adventure to a young lad, and anyway, many times soldiers were conscripted so they had no choice but to go to war whether they wanted to or not.
And die they mostly did these boys for prideful men of sinful privilege who would never know their names.
What was also established early on was the value of peer pressure that saw young men race each other into the fray in a romantic upsurge to defend ideals that so many would never return home to enjoy.
The second big bash of the 20th century (WWII, roughly 20 years after the end of WWI) once more proved the power of willing sacrifice when called upon. Patriots of every stripe again lined up to serve but with damn good reason this time, as the Axis-of-Evil they would face wasn’t your typical enemy as before, but soulless annihilators from Germany and Japan spawned and stirred in the dark recesses of the mechanized aftermath of the Great War.
Jump with me now to the late 1960s and a post-war America riled by social unrest and long-haired freaky people fed up with the Establishment and Vietnam. Wars would continue (will they ever cease?), but the main enemies, these hippies pointed out to us, were right here at home! They saw through the cloak of lies pushed on a TV Republic by the Military Industrial Complex, declaring, ‘War is immoral. All war. Period.’
And it worked for a time (the U.S. exited Vietnam in 1975) in which important civil rights measures also carried the day. But in the decades following, we once more lost our way (drunkenly tripping over a bevy of new channels on the remote, easy credit, and fast-food on-demand from the local drive-thru), forgetting those earlier lessons altogether, and rolled into Iraq — not once, but twice — beneath the same old jingoistic banner yet waved.
Meanwhile, throughout this period of post-establishment enlightenment, something else was happening:
Men were quietly bludgeoned by the cultural revolution demanding that they take ownership of all the rotten things in the world; a time in which women burned their bras, their unborn children, the human family by extension, and finally themselves in a great, howling tirade of liberation that left all of us traumatized and maybe just a wee bit insane.
THOUGH SUCH INSTANCES echo loudly across time, we have few classic examples of grassroots homies ousting domestic tyrants by beating the bastards into submission, retreat, or exodus (I’m leaving out the Arab Spring for now).
The French & American Revolutions are the choicer cuts notable for their rustic call to arms against King oppressors. The character and nature of a war that gave birth to America and the blood & tenets upon which it stands is something inscribed on our collective DNA — a David conquers Goliath entitlement most Americans embrace & believe in.
Where the idea of meaningfully overcoming anything fails in the present day, however, is in application — the narcissistic me-ness of Dave besting that creepy Philistine in my personal life, OMG!! - versus - the one-ness of all of us facing a common enemy together as we did in my Grandfather’s time (and then again later with some drug-addled adulteration among the scruffy, bell-bottom set).
Which brings us finally to Chad and the topic of his whereabouts: Where are all the good men now that a dying world actually needs them?
First, the idea of the reconstituted male is as absurd a sign of the times as sheep walking in circles, and equally profound (I’ll try to explain): If you don’t know, Chad is a make-believe alpha-stereotype caricature or meme, the ascribed alter-ego of incels (simps), we’re told, who are supposedly led, dominated, and discarded by predatory feminism. That’s right, Chad is the ultimate testosterone-laden goon James Cameron and the Left despises, and trad Catholic girls moon over.
And the local gyms are full of them. For real.
But is it? Real?
Which begs the question: Are men driven to highly muscled if myopic ends by online pressures — are they really men or shadow men fired, not by hungry intelligence and weighted purpose called forth by incomparable danger, but by desires morphed into overly sexualized tropes that reduce true manhood to mere externals such that those caught in its blinding hype have literally zero understanding of who they are, where they are, and what they are, beyond the engorged thrill of their own reflection?
I’m all for guys getting their lives back on track as a response to the cultural claptrap that kept us face down in the pillow for so long, but while the pendulum is clearly arcing back in the direction whence it came, I’m also afraid it may swing too far in the opposite direction (Andrew Tate). Regardless, I remain decidedly against war in principle, especially conflicts contrived to trade treasure for innocent blood. Having said that, I’m all for butting out tyrants and tyranny, whatever the cost, and am dead set against a world subsumed by Satan into wretched, mocking disfigurement and gormless straw as it is today.
The need for urgent response to quash the genocidal fires of madmen bent on global extinction couldn’t be more just or extreme. At the same time, the key demographic traditionally called upon to fight our wars, and rage against the machine, for now at least, is existentially unavailable.
And that, beloved, in the face of so many troubling doubts and still unanswered questions, leaves us and God.
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