Everyone in uniform MUST make a decision. Stand with the American people who elected and support President Trump, or with the globalist special interests aligned against these United States of America?
WHO ARE YOU?
Everyone in uniform MUST make a decision. Stand with the American people who elected and support President Trump, or with the globalist special interests aligned against these United States of America?
WHO ARE YOU?
At a virtual World Economic Forum (WEF) meeting, global leaders from the United Nations, United Kingdom, United States, International Monetary Fund and multi-national corporations discussed and announced a plan to develop a “Great Reset” of the entire world economy.
“We have a golden opportunity to seize something good from this [COVID-19] crisis. Its unprecedented shock waves may well make people more receptive to big visions of change,” said Prince Charles, one of the leaders of the event.
The purpose of the “Great Reset” is to use the coronavirus pandemic as a justification—attendees repeatedly referred to it as an “opportunity”—to completely overhaul the entire global economy, including the U.S. economy, to make a more “equitable” world and to fight climate change, which was on numerous occasions identified as the world’s next great “crisis.”
In an article published on the World Economic Forum’s website, WEF founder and Executive Chairman Klaus Schwab said “the world must act jointly and swiftly to revamp all aspects of our societies and economies, from education to social contracts and working conditions.”
“Every country, from the United States to China, must participate, and every industry, from oil and gas to tech, must be transformed,” Schwab added. “In short, we need a ‘Great Reset’ of capitalism.”
Schwab wasn’t the only one calling for the world “reset” capitalism, either. Countless leaders at the event, many of whom hold incredibly influential positions in international governing bodies or in foreign governments, demanded far-reaching economic changes that sound remarkably similar to Bernie Sanders’ and Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez’s “Green New Deal”—except on a global scale.
Sharan Burrow, the general secretary of the International Trade Union Confederation (ITUC), said we need to use the present crisis to help “rebalance” the global economy.
“We need to design policies to align with investment in people and the environment,” Burrow said. “But above all, the longer-term perspective is about rebalancing economies.”
Burrow later added, “We want an end to the profit-at-all-costs mentality, because if we don’t build an economic future within a sustainable framework in which we are respectful of our planetary boundaries, and the need to change our energy and technology systems, then we will not have a living planet for human beings.”
Echoing these points, Antonio Guterres, the U.N. secretary-general, called for building “equal, inclusive, sustainable societies, that are more resilient in the face of pandemics and climate change.”
Jennifer Morgan, the executive director of Greenpeace International, said the world should use the current crisis to push “the reset button,” similar to what occurred after World War II, when Morgan says, “We set up a new world order.”
“We set up a new world order after World War II,” Morgan said. “We’re now in a different world than we were then. We need to ask, what can we be doing differently? The World Economic Forum has a big responsibility in that as well—to be pushing the reset button and looking at how to create well-being for people and for the Earth.”
Other speakers at the virtual forum calling for a “Great Reset” included Ma Jun, the chairman of the Green Finance Committee at the China Society for Finance and Banking and a member of the Monetary Policy Committee of the People’s Bank of China; Bernard Looney, CEO of BP; Ajay Banga, CEO of Mastercard; Bradford Smith, president of Microsoft; and Gina Gopinath, the chief economist at the International Monetary Fund.
The WEF virtual event announced the launch of the “Great Reset” of the world economy, but more specific policy proposals will likely be deliberated at WEF’s meeting in Davos in January 2021, the theme of which will also be “The Great Reset.” The Davos event is being billed by WEF as a “twin summit” that will include an in-person meeting of world leaders and a virtual meetings “connecting key global governmental and business leaders in Davos with a global network in 400 cities.”
Jon Rappoport guest hosts The Alex Jones Show to expose the toxic truth behind their mandatory DNA Gene Therapy, aka vaccines.
We live in exciting times.
(Sylvain Laforest) The unknown that lays ahead for all of us is both exhilarating and scary. Exhilarating in the long term, but rather scary in the short term. All empires eventually die and we’re in the terminal phase of the New World Order that will not recover from the Russian roulette game it has been playing, for Vladimir Putin handed it a loaded gun and it pulled the trigger.
The last few weeks put everything in place for the last battle. There are so many different facts and events, left and right, and I will try to do my best to remain methodical in this complicated expose. Bare with me, I’ve been struggling for three weeks with this article because of the insane amount of additional details that each day provides. It might have been a wrong time to quit smoking, but I enjoy a good challenge.
A little context is required. The New World Order concept is simply the wish of a handful of international bankers that want to economically and politically rule the whole planet as one happy family. It started in 1773 and if it went through important changes over the years, but the concept and objective haven’t changed an iota. Unfortunately for them, international banks that have been looting the planet through the US dollar since 1944 are now threatened by hyperinflation, as their printing machine has been rotating for years to cover their absurd spendings to sustain oil and resource wars that they’ve all ultimately lost. In order to prevent this upcoming hyperinflation, they generated a virus attack on four countries (China, Iran, Italy and now the United States) to spread panic in the population, with the precious help of their ignominious medias. Even though this corona virus isn’t different from any new viruses that attack humans every year, the media scare pushed people to voluntarily isolate themselves through fear and terror. Some lost their jobs, companies are going bankrupt, the panic created a stock exchange crash that emptied wallets and dried assets, resulting in a few trillion virtual dollars off the market to release pressure off the currency.
So far, so good, but everything else went wrong in this desperate and ultimate banzai. The top virologist on the planet confirmed that chloroquine was being used by the Chinese with spectacular results to cure patients, then he improved his magic potion by adding a pneumonic antibacterial called azythromicin, and saved everyone of his first 1000 cases, but one. Donald Trump immediately imposed the same treatment through a fight against his own Federal Drug Administration, bought and owned by the deep state. This forced all medias to talk about Dr Didier Raoult’s Miracle Elixir, signing the death warrant on our confidence in all Western governments, their medical agencies, the World Health Organization, and medias that were trying to destroy the impeccable doctor’s reputation, while inventing sudden «dangerous side effects» of a nearly inoffensive drug that has been used for 60 years to treat malaria. Not so far away in Germany, internationally praised Dr Wolfgand Wodarg noted that the engineered panic was totally useless, since this virus isn’t any different than the others that affect us every years. This has been an amazing victory for Trump and the general population on social medias, whom exposed together the pathological lies of the official communication channels of every New World Order country. De facto, the credibility’s of these puppet governments have vanished in the air, and from the eye of the storm, Italy will surely exit the EU right after the crisis, which will trigger a domino effect running through every EU countries and NATO members. My friends, globalism is dead and ready for cremation.
International bankers couldn’t see it coming in 1991, when they dominated 95% of the planet after the fall of the Soviet Union. It seemed that nothing could halt their ultimate mission to complete their Orwellian dream: destroy a few countries in the Middle East, enlarge Israel, and get the total control over the world oil market, the last piece of their Xanadu puzzle that they’ve been working on for a whole century, starting with the Balfour declaration in 1917.
When Vladimir Putin got charge of Russia, there was no sign that he would do better than the drunk he had replaced. An ex KGB officer seemed like a choice more driven by nostalgia rather than ideology, but Putin had many more assets going for him than first met the eyes: patriotism, humanism, a sense of justice, cunning ruse, a genius economist friend named Sergey Glazyev whom openly despised the New World Order, but above all, he embodied the reincarnation of the long lost Russian ideology of total political and economical independence. After a few years spent at draining the Russian swamp from the oligarchs and mafiosis that his stumbling predecessor had left in his trail of empty bottles, Vlad rolled his sleeves and got to work.
Because his opponents had been looting the planet for 250 years through colonization insured by a military dominance, Vlad knew that he had to start by building an invincible military machine. And he did. He came up with different types of hypersonic missiles that can’t be stopped, the best defensive systems on the planet, the best electronic jamming systems, and the best planes. Then to make sure that a nuclear war wouldn’t be an option, he came up with stuff which nightmares are made of, such as the Sarmat, the Poseidon and the Avangard, all unstoppable and able to destroy any country in a matter of a few hours.
With a new and unmatched arsenal, he could proceed to defeat any NATO force or any of its proxies, as he did starting in September 2015 in Syria. He proved to every country that independence from the NWO banking system was now a matter of choice. Putin not only won the Syrian war, but he won the support of many New World Order countries that suddenly switched sides upon realizing how invincible Russia had become. On a diplomatic level, it also got mighty China by its side, and then managed to protect independent oil producers such as Venezuela and Iran, while leaders like Erdogan of Turkey and Muhammad Ben Salman of Saudi Arabia decided to side with Russia, who isn’t holding the best poker hand, but the whole deck of cards.
Ending in the conclusion that Putin now controls the all-mighty oil market, the unavoidable energy resource that lubricates economies and armies, while the banksters’ NATO can only watch, without any means to get it back. With the unbelievable results that Putin has been getting in the last five years, the New World Order suddenly looks like a house of cards about to crumble. The Empire of Banks has been terminally ill for five years, but it’s now on morphine, barely realizing what’s going on.
Since there is no hope in starting WW3 which is lost in advance, the last banzai came out of the bushes in the shape of a virus and the ensuing media creation of a fake pandemic. The main focus was to avoid a catastrophic hyperinflation of the humongous mass of US dollar that no one wants anymore, to have time to implement their virtual world crypto-currency, as if the chronically failing bankers still have any legitimacy to keep controlling our money supplies. It seemed at first that the plan could work. That’s when Vlad took out his revolver to start the Russian roulette game and bankers blew their brains out upon the pressure on the trigger.
He called a meeting with OPEC and killed the price of oil by refusing to lower Russia’s production, taking the barrel to under 30 dollars. Without any afterthought and certainly even less remorse, Vlad killed the costly Western oil production. All the dollars that had been taken out of the market had to be re-injected by the Fed and other central banks to avoid a down slide and the final disaster. By now, our dear bankers are out of solutions.
In the meantime, Trump also poked at the tie-wearing gangsters. While medias avoided the corona-killing chloroquine subject, an old pill designed to cure malaria, Trump imposed to the FDA the use of this life-saving drug on US infected patients. Medias didn’t have any choice but to start talking about it, which ignited a chain reaction: big pharmas CEO’s were fired because they had just lost the vaccine contract, countries like Canada looked like genocidal fools for not using the cheap and inoffensive medication, while a most outrageous criminal act by a government was exposed in full light: the Macron government had proclaimed in January 2020 that chloroquine was harmful and had restrained its use, just a couple of weeks before the burst of the fake pandemic! Russian roulette is a popular game in Western governments these days around.
On Saturday March 28th, Russia announced its own corona-killing brew, based on Dr Raoult’s magic potion. Yet another Cossack blow, this time to the big pharmas jugular vein, while most Western countries now have to implement the good doctor’s treatment, or face the slap of a Russian pill coming to save its citizen. Putin is in the lifesaving business these days: in the last week of March, he sent 15 military planes filled with doctors and supplies directly to North Italy, after an aid plane from China was blocked by the Czech Republic. We’re about to learn that European countries fear that China or Russia finds the truth in the Lombardy region, where people are not dying from some corona bug, but probably from a deadly cocktail hybrid from two earlier vaccines for meningitis and influenza, that they were injected in separate vaccination campaigns.
I said earlier that everyday brings amazing news. Well on Sunday March 29th, the most stunning of them all fell like a ton of bricks on social medias: confined onlookers learned that Trump had taken control over the Federal Reserve, that is now handled by two representatives of the Treasury of State. Of all the crazy news within the last month, this is by far the best and most shocking. After three years in power, Trump has finally fulfilled his electoral promise of taking private banks out of the US public affairs, ending a century of exploitation of the American citizens. He has put the infamous Blackrock investment group to start buying important corporations for the Fed, meaning that he’s nationalizing chunks of the economy, while avoiding the crash of the market by implicating important private investors in the deal.
(short video) Did Trump just nationalize the Federal Reserve Bank?
This out most daring move comes at a crucial point in time, and faces us with the realization that Vladimir Putin and Donald Trump are united and have taken humanity to the crossroads of the New World Order and freedom. As I have stated often before, I thought that the world would deeply change between 2020 and 2024, because these would be the last 4 years of these two heroes in political power of their nations.
The New World Order is facing the two most powerful countries on the planet, and this fake pandemic changed everything. It showed how desperate the banksters are, and if we don’t want to end up with nuclear warheads flying in both directions, Putin and Trump have to stop them now.
Terminate the BIS, the World Bank, the IMF, the European Central bank, the EU, NATO, now. Our world won’t be perfect, but it might get much better soon.
Easter resurrection is coming. This might get biblical.
Last week was full of portentous events. Only somebody who has not been awake for the last few years will fail to realize how these at first sight unconnected events are part of the same matrix. There was the ever louder talk in mainstream media about an approaching global recession, inverted yield curves and the negative yields, which tell us that the Western financial system is basically in coma and kept alive only by generous IV injections of central bank liquidity. By now it has dawned on people that the central bankers acting as central planners in a command economy and printing money (aka quantitative easing) to fuel asset bubbles are about to wipe off the last vestiges of what used to be a market economy.
The feudalist bloodlines which control the wealth, politics, “sciences”, military and mis-education on this planet go back at least 6,500 years to ancient Sumeria and Babylon. Their “royal” blood, is the Sangreal or Holy Grail and is indeed different from that of humans.
They are hybrids of the Nephilim or fallen angels from the Book of Genesis. Others call them Annunaki. Their blood is RH Negative, which less than 15% of the planet have. The highest concentrations occur in the Basque region of Spain and France.
The Sangreal is their biggest secret, guarded closely by their secret society minions. It also explains their obsession with genealogy, genome sequencing and DNA mapping. At the very highest levels of the cabal, only the purest bloodline nobility become the Privy Council that “handles” every monarch in the world. The Latin “nobilitatis” means “high ranking”.
One very powerful bloodline is that of the Merovingian family, which claims to descend from Oannes, a Nephilim hybrid abomination mentioned in Babylonian texts which came from the sea and was half fish & half man.
The Merovingians also claim to descend from the Tribe of Dan, which settled at the base of Mt. Zion, and to Jesus, whom they say was taken off the cross before death, married Mary Magdalene and had three children.
The Merovingians morphed into the French Bourbon kings and have intermarried, as all these bloodlines do, with the powerful Nephilim bloodline of the Hapsburgs. King Juan Carlos of Spain has the surname de Borbon y Borbon, indicating that he is the son of two Merovingian parents.
Many of this bloodline suffer physical disfigurations, especially of the jaw. This comes from their obsession with inbreeding to protect the Nephilim blood.
The Merovingians also bred the Smith & Sinclair lineages. The latter is a powerful bloodline which has intermarried with the powerful Bruce lineage and overseas modern-day Freemasonry.
The Plantagenets are another powerful Nephilim or fallen angel bloodline, which intermarried with the Norse Viking Rollo bloodline when the latter moved into Normandy. These Norman hybrids then invaded the British Isles. Nearly every US President descends from the Plantagenet royals.
Other powerful Nephilim bloodlines include the Indian Khan family, founders of Sufism and funders of Islamic terror worldwide; the Chinese Li family, which controls the Triads mafia and claims dragon (“draco” or “watcher”) lineage and the Rothschild family, formerly the Bauers who started as accountants for the German House of Hesse.
According to the excellent research of both Fritz Springmeier and Gary Wayne, 13 Nephilim bloodline families sit at the very top of the terrestrial command structure.
A Council of 33 answers to them and a Committee of 300, as described in former MI6 agent John Coleman’s seminal book of same name, answers to the Council of 33. At these level, all members are ennobled with the purest Nephilim RH Negative blood.
Next down the ladder is the Priory of Sion which is the force behind Zionism, since the plan is to crown a bloodline fallen angel anti-Christ as world king in Jerusalem to cement one world government and complete their Great Work of Ages. The Priory was founded in 1080 and consists of only very high percentage bloodline members. The Rosicrucians are the Luciferian spiritual drivers and are also on this level.
Freemasons, Kabbalists and Muslim Brotherhood agents run the military and political wing. The City of London and the Bank of International Settlements represent the banking arm. The Illuminati spew out spiritual corruption, creating dark energy and conducting sorcery.
The Royal Society runs the mis-education and fake science departments via their fractured from the whole and thus flawed “seven sacred sciences” formulation.
The Royal Society also controls the Protestant religious sects, which sprang from the Venetian bankers funding of Martin Luther and the Reformation. Their job is to lie to humans as to the nature of reality and our origins.
Sadly, most everything we think we “know” comes from these Luciferians.
Many will be hoodwinked when these Zionists or scions (grafted ones), announce the Second Coming of Jesus, possibly in concert with a fake alien invasion, to take the throne in the Third Temple on the Temple Mount in Jerusalem.
The king will actually be a Luciferian anti-Christ from one of the above-mentioned Nephilim bloodlines who will attempt to bring in a technology-driven New World Order total enslavement of humanity.
(Brandon Smith) When discussing the fact that globalists often deliberately engineer economic crisis events, certain questions inevitably arise. The primary question being “Why would the elites ruin a system that is already working in their favor…?” The answer is in some ways complicated because there are multiple factors that motivate the globalists to do the things they do. However, before we get into explanations we have to understand that this kind of question is rooted in false assumptions, not logic.
The first assumption people make is that that current system is the ideal globalist system – it’s not even close.
When studying globalist literature and white papers, from Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World, to H.G. Wells’ book The New World Order and his little known film Things To Come, to Manly P. Hall’s collection of writings titled ‘The All Seeing Eye’, to Carol Quigley’s Tragedy And Hope, to the Club Of Rome documents, to Zbigniew Brzezinski’s Between Two Ages, to former UN Director Robert Muller’s Good Morning World documents, to Henry Kissinger’s Assembly Of A New World Order, to the IMF and UN’s Agenda 2030, to nearly every document on globalization that is published by the Council on Foreign Relations, we see a rather blatant end goal described.
To summarize: For at least the past century the globalists have been pursuing a true one world system that is not covert, but overt. They want conscious public acceptance of a completely centralized global economic system, a single global currency, a one world government, and a one world religion (though that particular issue will require an entirely separate article).
To attain such a lofty and ultimately destructive goal, they would have to create continuous cycles of false prosperity followed by catastrophe. Meaning, great wars and engineered economic collapse are their primary tools to condition the masses to abandon their natural social and biological inclinations towards individualism and tribalism and embrace the collectivist philosophy. They created the current system as a means to an end. It is not their Utopian ideal; in fact, the current system was designed to fail. And, in that failure, the intended globalist “order” is meant to be introduced. The Hegelian Dialectic describes this strategy as Problem, Reaction, Solution.
This is the reality that many people just don’t seem to grasp. Even if they are educated on the existence of the globalist agenda, they think the globalists are trying to protect the system that exists, or protect the so-called “deep state”. But this is a propaganda meme that does not describe the bigger picture. The big picture is at the same time much worse, and also more hopeful.
The truth is that the old world order of the past century is a sacrificial measure, like the booster stage of a rocket to space that falls away and burns up in the atmosphere once it is expended. If you do not accept the reality that the globalists destroy in order to create opportunities for gain, then you will never be able to get a handle on why current events are taking the shape they are.
Of course, in public discourse the elites have learned to temper their language and how they describe their agenda. Public knowledge, or at least general awareness of the “new world order” is growing, and so they are forced to introduce the idea of a vast societal and economic shift in a way that sounds less nefarious and is relatively marketable. They also have a tendency to hint at events or warn about disasters that are about to happen; disasters they are about to cause. Perhaps this is simply a way to insulate themselves from blame once the suffering starts.
The International Monetary Fund began spreading a meme a few years ago as a way to describe a global economic crash without actually saying the word “crash”. Managing Director Christine Lagarde and others started using the phrase “global economic reset” in reference to greater centralization of economic and monetary management, all in the wake of a kind of crisis that was left mostly ambiguous. What she was describing was simply another name for the new world order, but it was one of the first times we had seen a globalist official actually hint that the change or “reset” would be built on the ashes of the old world system, rather than simply built as an extension of it.
Lagarde’s message was essentially this: “Collective” cooperation will not just be encouraged in the new order, it will be required — meaning, the collective cooperation of all nations toward the same geopolitical and economic framework. If this is not accomplished, great fiscal pain will be felt and “spillover” will result. Translation: Due to the forced interdependency of globalism, crisis in one country could cause a domino effect of crisis in other countries; therefore, all countries and their economic behavior must be managed by a central authority to prevent blundering governments or “rogue central banks” from upsetting the balance.
The IMF and the CFR also refer to this as the “new multilateralism”, or the “multipolar world order”.
I believe the next stage of the economic reset has now begun in 2018 and 2019. In this phase of the globalist created theater, we see the world being torn apart by the “non-cooperation” that Lagarde and the CFR warned us about in 2015. The trade war is swiftly becoming a world economic war drawing in multiple nations on either side. This scenario only benefits the globalists, as it provides perfect cover as they initiate a crash of the historically massive ‘Everything Bubble’ which they have spent the last ten years inflating just for this moment.
As I predicted in my article ‘World War III Will Be An Economic War’, published in April of 2018, the tariff conflict between the US and China has become an excellent catalyst for the global reset. In my article ‘America Loses When The Trade War Becomes A Currency War’, published in June of 2018, I stated:
“One question that needs to be addressed is how long the current trade war will last? Some people claim that economic hostilities will be short-lived, that foreign trading partners will quickly capitulate to the Trump administration’s demands and that any retaliation against tariffs will be meager and inconsequential. If this is the case and the trade war moves quickly, then I would agree — very little damage will be done to the U.S. economy beyond what has already been done by the Federal Reserve.
However, what if it doesn’t end quickly? What if the trade war drags on for the rest of Trump’s first term? What if it bleeds over into a second term or into the regime of a new president in 2020? This is exactly what I expect to happen, and the reason why I predict this will be the case rests on the opportunities such a drawn out trade war will provide for the globalists.”
The economic world has a very short attention span, but a year ago in the alternative media the trade war was being treated by Trump cheerleaders in particular as a novelty – a non-issue that would be resolved in a matter of a months with Trump victorious. Today, those same people are now vocal trade war fans, waving their pom-poms and screaming for more as they buy completely into the farce. Mentioning the fact that the trade war is only serving as a distraction so that the globalists can complete their economic reset agenda does not seem to phase them.
They usually make one of two arguments: Trump is an anti-globalist that is tearing down the “deep state” system and the trade war is part of his “4D chess game”. Or, the globalists don’t have enough control over the current system to achieve the kind of “conspiracy” I describe here.
First, going by his associations alone, it is clear that Donald Trump is controlled opposition playing the role of “anti-globalist” while at the same time stacking his cabinet with the very same elites he is supposedly at war with. As I have outlined in numerous articles, Trump was bought off in the 1990’s when he was saved from possible permanent bankruptcy by Rothschild banking agent Wilber Ross. Trump made Ross his Commerce Secretary as soon as he entered the White House, and Ross is one of the key figures in the developing trade war.
At this point I have to say that anyone arguing that Trump is “playing 4D chess” with the banking elites while he is surrounded by them on a daily basis must be clinically insane. Every economic and trade policy Trump has initiated in the past two years has served as a smokescreen for the globalists controlled demolition of the economy. As the reset continues in the midst of the trade war, it will be Trump and by extension all conservatives that get the blame. Trump is a pied piper of doom for conservative movements, which is why I have always said any attempts to impeach Trump (before the crash is completed) will fail. The globalists like him exactly where he is.
Second, there is a globalist controlled central bank in almost every nation in the world, including supposedly anti-globalist countries in the East like Russia and China. All of these central banks are coordinated through the Bank For International Settlements in Basel, Switzerland. The globalists covertly dictate the economic policy of nearly the entire planet. They can easily create an economic collapse anytime they wish. This is a fact.
However, what they do not control is how elements of the public will react to their reset agenda. And this is where we find hope. They do not have their “new world order” yet, which is why they have to resort to elaborate theatrics and psychological operations. They know that an awake and aware segment of the population could annihilate them tomorrow with the right motivation, and so, they continue to distract us with a swarm of other concerns and calamities.
The purpose is to convince the masses to focus on all the wrong enemies while ignoring organized and psychopathic elites as the root of threat to humanity. We are supposed to hate the Russians, or hate the Chinese, or hate people on the left, or hate people on the right, and so it goes on. But these conflicts are just symptoms of a deeper disease. The great danger is that the focus on globalists as the virus will fade from public consciousness and conservative circles in particular as the trade war becomes a world war and economic collapse results in financial pain.
The reset is upon us. The narrative of the collapse is being written before our eyes. The end game rests not on the globalists, though, but proponents of liberty and sovereignty. Either we keep our crosshairs on the true enemy, or we get sucked into the maelstrom and forget who we are and why we are here. If the latter occurs, then the globalist reset will be assured.
“Nation states must today be prepared to give up their sovereignty”, according to German Chancellor Angela Merkel, who told an audience in Berlin that sovereign nation states must not listen to the will of their citizens when it comes to questions of immigration, borders, or even sovereignty.
No this wasn’t something Adolf Hitler said many decades ago, this is what German Chancellor Angela Merkel told attendants at an event by the Konrad Adenauer Foundation in Berlin. Merkel has announced she won’t seek re-election in 2021 and it is clear she is attempting to push the globalist agenda to its disturbing conclusion before she stands down. “In an orderly fashion of course,” Merkel joked, attempting to lighten the mood. But Merkel has always had a tin ear for comedy and she soon launched into a dark speech condemning those in her own party who think Germany should have listened to the will of its citizens and refused to sign the controversial UN migration pact:
“There were [politicians] who believed that they could decide when these agreements are no longer valid because they are representing The People”.
“[But] the people are individuals who are living in a country, they are not a group who define themselves as the [German] people,” she stressed.
Merkel has previously accused critics of the UN Global Compact for Safe and Orderly Migration of not being patriotic, saying
“That is not patriotism, because patriotism is when you include others in German interests and accept win-win situations”.
Her words echo recent comments by the deeply unpopular French President Emmanuel Macron who stated in a Remembrance Day speech that
“patriotism is the exact opposite of nationalism [because] nationalism is treason.”
The French president’s words were deeply unpopular with the French population and his approval rating nosedived even further after the comments.
Macron, whose lack of leadership is proving unable to deal with growing protests in France, told the Bundestag that France and Germany should be at the center of the emerging New World Order.
“The Franco-German couple [has]the obligation not to let the world slip into chaos and to guide it on the road to peace”.
“Europe must be stronger… and win more sovereignty,” he went on to demand, just like Merkel, that EU member states surrender national sovereignty to Brussels over “foreign affairs, migration, and development” as well as giving “an increasing part of our budgets and even fiscal resources”.
(Natural News) You may recall it was barely two weeks ago that the New York Times published an op-ed applauding the extermination of the human race as a way to “save the planet.” Now, The UK Guardian, a globalist-run propaganda rag that despises human freedom, has published a story saying that declining birth rates of human babies is a “cause for celebration.”
“Declining fertility rates around the world should be cause for celebration, not alarm, a leading expert has said,” reports the UK Guardian.
The story cites Sarah Harper, a former director of the Royal Institution, a globalist-run depopulation front group, who explains that, “far from igniting alarm and panic falling total fertility rates were to be embraced, and countries should not worry if their population is not growing.”
Incredibly, Sarah Harper cites the rise of AI (Artificial Intelligence) and illegal immigration as reasons why human fertility doesn’t matter anymore. Apparently, she thinks that Third World illegals and self-aware machines will replace the humans in developing nations. That’s exactly why these globalists want open borders, by the way… to overrun First World nations and populate them with low-education masses that are easy to control (and easy for globalists to exterminate).
Giving birth to human babies to sustain human society, “is really old thinking,” she explains in the UK Guardian article. “All the evidence is, that if families, households, societies, countries have to deal with large numbers of dependents, it takes away resources that could be put into driving society, the economy etc.,” she stated. In other words, Harper is arguing that having human babies is holding back society, and that real “progress” requires shutting down reproductive fertility.
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Lucky for her, flu shots cause spontaneous abortions. Glyphosate interferes with human fertility. Social media isolates people from each other so they can’t reproduce, and prescription medications cause early death. It looks like things are right on track for anyone who despises humanity and wants to see the collapse of human civilization.
The paper goes on to parrot the globalist line that claims giving birth to human babies will destroy the planet. This is a frequent argument of the anti-humanists who see the extermination of humankind as their pathway to utopia (not realizing they, too, will be exterminated). As The Guardian writes:
Having fewer children is also undoubtedly positive from an environmental point of view; recent research has found that having one fewer child reduces a parent’s carbon footprint by 58 tonnes of CO2 a year.
Carbon dioxide, of course, is the single most important nutrient for supporting plant life on planet Earth, and higher CO2 levels in the atmosphere would unleash worldwide abundance of rainforests, food crops and ecological diversity. Globalist-run anti-human papers like The Guardian, of course, are all ordered to attack carbon dioxide as a poison in order to vilify botany and accelerate the collapse of the global food web.
As I explained in this hugely important article — The inescapable explanation that connects all world events unfolding now — globalists are now working to achieve the “efficient extermination” of humankind. That’s why The Guardian is celebrating plummeting human fertility while attacking carbon dioxide. The globalist-run media is also currently promoting geoengineering experiments to dim the sun by releasing pollution into the stratosphere. The purpose of this is, of course, to shut down photosynthesis and collapse the world food supply, causing the mass starvation of humankind.
Over the last month or so, I’ve gone public with my warning that an actual eugenics war is being waged against humanity. This war is not merely a war to enslave and control the masses but to exterminate humanity altogether. A cosmic ethnic cleansing is under way, and humanity is scheduled to be “efficiently exterminated” and removed from existence.
The purpose of this agenda is exactly what the globalists say it is: To “save the planet” … but not for humans. The goal is to save the planet from humans.
As my convergence article explains:
Inescapably, a core feature of everything happening today is an anti-human agenda to exterminate humankind. Every major trend taking place today is preparing humankind for a mass extermination event, making sure humans cannot fight back, think for themselves or even reproduce. With the food supply poisoned, male biology attacked and nullified, and even the power to think systematically compromised, the human race has been turned into a slave farm of obedient sheeple, ready to be harvested or eliminated for reasons that are further explored below.
You’re already starting to see the globalist-run media celebrating the collapse of human fertility while saying the extermination of humankind might be a “good” thing for the planet. This propaganda effort will only accelerate in 2019 and beyond.
Soon, you’re going to see the same left-wing lunatics who currently claim gender is an artificial construct — a convenient contrivance to vilify sexual reproduction — attacking parents for having any children at all. Even giving birth to a single child will be portrayed as an attack on “the climate,” and in time, the same left-wing violent mobs that attack people for loving their country will start murdering people solely because they have babies.
Babies will be vilified as destroyers of Earth, and parents with babies will be condemned and even physically assaulted in public in exactly the same way that Trump supporters are vilified and assaulted today. Newspapers will argue that parents who have children are “selfish” and “narcissistic” for wanting to raise children who will “steal resources from society” for their very existence. In fact, that’s precisely what Susan Harper is already arguing in The Guardian article cited above.
There is no limit to the insanity of the Left Cult, and it’s now abundantly clear that Leftists have been brainwashed into a kind of suicide pact that celebrates the extermination of humanity in the name of “saving the planet.”
What they haven’t been told, of course, is that the planet isn’t being saved for humans… and that even left-wing humans are also slated for extermination once their usefulness has run its course.
This Nazi propaganda poster argues for the euthanizing of people who have illnesses, saying the money should be invested in society rather than treating the sick:
You are sharing the load…
A person with a hereditary disease costs on average RM 50,000 by the time they reach their 60th birthday.
In summary, if we do not defeat the globalists currently running our world, they will do everything in their power to utterly eliminate humankind from the cosmos. From their point of view, babies are the enemy and must be dissuaded or destroyed (via abortions and otherwise). Sexual reproduction is the enemy, and only gay, trans and gender-fluid individuals are allowed to occupy prominent positions in human culture. Vaccine shots will continue to be laced with infertility drugs, just as scientific laboratories have repeatedly confirmed is happening in Africa under the watchful eye of the United Nations, an anti-human organization that now seeks the global enslavement and termination of human beings.
In the end, if awake and aware humans do not stop the globalists who are deliberately destroying our world, our civilization and our species, they will succeed in ending the human race forever. This is their goal, and it explains why everything you witness in media, news, pop culture and left-wing politics is deliberately designed to achieve destruction, collapse, starvation, destitution, disease and death.
This is their plan. And so far they are carrying it out with almost no resistance whatsoever. Will humanity wake up and realize what’s happening before it’s too late?
Stay informed. Read Extinction.news as we roll out that new site, and be prepared to fight for human survival.
Alex Newman, Journalist for the New American Magazine, says “one of the most important and under reported stories of the last century” is how China is being incorporated into the New World Order plan to enslave and rule the planet.
Newman says, “I did a cover story (about China) a few years ago, and people said I was just being conspiratorial. My article was about how the communist Chinese dictatorship was ‘Staking Claim in the New World Order.’
I wasn’t speculating and I wasn’t theorizing. You had people like George Soros saying that communist China needs to ‘own the New World Order.’ He said they have a better functioning government than the United States, and that, basically, China should run the New World Order that these people had been building for decades and generations now.
Communist China rose to power and prominence with deliberate assistance from key people in our State Department, in our Defense Department and almost all of them members in the Council on Foreign Relations or actual communist agents.” In closing, Newman says, “It’s not too late to turn this around. It’s really not, but if we allow these radicals and their puppet masters to run around tearing down our institutions and tearing down our civilization, we will reap horrifying consequences.”
Join Greg Hunter as he goes One-on-One with Alex Newman, Foreign Correspondent for The New American Magazine.
“Governments above the county level can set up education and transformation organizations and supervising departments such as vocational training centres, to educate and transform people who have been influenced by extremism.”
I get emails from Trump haters constantly. They tell me that our President is just the flip side of the same globalist coin we would have gotten with Hillary Clinton. But I don’t buy it. And I wonder, is it not even acceptable to highlight and report about the good things President Trump has done? We have been lied to and betrayed for so long that I wonder, are many Americans suffering from some hybrid version of Stockholm syndrome? I take my case to the President himself.
You’ve heard the terms “Deep State” and “Shadow Government”. This three part series will go into detail on what these entities are and how they function.
Be a ram, not a lamb and remember that if you’re not pissing off the assholes, you’re an asshole.
https://www.patreon.com/BondRobin I’ve been in conversation with an Orthodox Christian in France, an ethnic Albanian who lived in Kosovo, who lost his parents, wife and children to U.S./Nato bombing.
What do you say to a man who lost everything for NO REASON, other than the military power of your own country being used as a bludgeon by Luciferians to create some utopian dream of one world government. What can one say?
You can say to me, “Don’t be upset that President Trump used Globalist-Luciferian language in a speech and told every NeoCon Lie and used every NeoCon false image, including the claim that Russia is NOT a civilized nation, after all Russia is not in submission to the Luciferians so Russia is ROGUE! It is a sickening sight to see how demented the imagery can be. A Russian friend sharing the conversation said, “All the countries of the world have had their cloudy and sometimes very painful, even shameful times… and in every country in the world there are good and bad… I know president Putin is a chance for Russia and for the world… if the citizens of this world want to live truly… all the false and shameful propaganda targeting Russia, Putin, Syria and Assad, are like heaps of mud… I really wonder how far the USA, Britain and France will go in their quest to conquer Russia?
This is a crazy campaign of murderous slander… Goodwill has no borders, and I know that we are changing a paradigm. So let’s stay awake and keep a modicum of trust. Amen. You see the Truth and Liberty Warriors exist not just in the U.S. but other countries as well and the fact is we are battling the same Luciferian Globalist enemy.
Internet sleuths have discovered an unpublished Hitler book, written in 1928, mysteriously entitled ‘New World Order.’
Only two copies of the 200 page manuscript were originally made, and only one of these has ever been made public.
It represents Hitler’s second book, written only a few years after Mein Kampf.
Kept strictly secret under Hitler’s orders, the document was placed in an air raid shelter in 1935, where it remained ever since until it’s discovery by an American officer in 1945.
The authenticity of the book has been verified by Josef Berg (former employee of the Nazi publishing house Eher Verlag), and Telford Taylor (former Brigadier General U.S.A.R., and Chief Counsel at the Nuremburg war-crimes trials) who, after an analysis of the manuscript, said:
“If Hitler’s book of 1928 is read against the background of the intervening years , it should interest not scholars only, but the general reader.”
… George H.W. Bush was clearly moved and inspired.
Start the next report at 3:23 minute mark
Wow V. Thank you so much for the EXPLANATION of the Paris Accord’s real purpose. The NWO/luciferian/pedophilic/psychopathic deep state power brokers are revealed. This makes so much sense. They (NWO) always says look here and pay no attention to the man behind the curtain even though he is standing directly in front of us. This gives me hope.
And finally …
The Paris Climate Treaty has nothing to do with “climate” and everything possible to do with economics, globalism and the controlled redistribution of economic wealth as constructed through decades of advanced policies by multinational financial interests.
There are factually TRILLIONS of dollars at stake.
The primary concern for every affiliated entity surrounds economics, not climate. “Climate” issues are the Trojan horse, the false ruse, the talking point, the scheme to get economic systems in place -yes, political systems- to control the distributive flow of larger economic wealth within all nations. Period.
What ObamaCare was to our loss of healthcare individualism, so too is the Paris Treaty a political tool to deconstruct national economic individualism.
One World Government was discussed in 2005 by a former FBI agent-officer, Special Agent Ted Gunderson. He called himself a “conspiracy realist.” He talked about the One World Government’s game plan for total control:
He talked about a satanic cult group; drugs flown into various military bases from other countries. You will be surprised how those drugs were disguised—in plastic bags inside dead military personnel. Illuminati and Satanism, he confirmed apparently are synonymous.
by Catherine J. Frompovich, Activist Post:
He became involved in a case concerning a covert military-criminal-government-enterprise, which operates ‘full throttle’. He documented the pedophile ring associated with it where children were taken to sex orgies in Washington, DC, all the way up to the White House! Gunderson got involved in 1987. He tells what happened to the photographer whistleblower, who was flying his own plane to Washington, DC, to show incriminating photographs. The plane blew up in midair! The international pedophile ring “The Finders” operated out of Washington, DC. They moved from DC to Wichita, Kansas.
Children were disappearing at the rate of 83 per hour in the USA at the time of Gunderson’s talk in 2005!
The Franklin Cover-up seems to be the pedophile rabbit hole that defuses investigation into top Washingtonians’ pedophilia rings all the way up to the White House! Sex slavery is alive and, unfortunately, thriving!
Listen to what Gunderson said about a boy, who had become a “covert, military, CIA mind control project and used as a sex slave.” MK-Ultra mind control came into the USA with and from the German scientists after World War II in Project Paperclip. Were they using Hitler’s techniques?
Offutt Air Force Base (Sarpy County, Nebraska) administered MK-Ultra, according to Gunderson.
Here is the 1 hour 3 minute video of FBI whistleblower Gunderson’s talk divulging the above information and much, much more. The “Conspiracy of Silence” is not conspiracy theory!
Gunderson says Americans are oblivious to what is going on behind the scenes!
Gunderson says he learned the John F Kennedy assassination was “a joint hit by CIA and the Chicago mob.” He contends Pearl Harbor (Dec. 7, 1941) was a cover up too. He talks about the Branch Davidians Waco, Texas, incident and how 4 ATF agents there were shot in the head—a sniper shot, apparently from above. Those 4 agents at one time were former body guards for President Bill Clinton.
He talks about the World Trade Center 1993 car bombing. He questions FBI actions regarding that incident and other problems like pedophiles in Washington, DC. There’s a rogue outfit in our government, who are behind the terrorists’ acts, so they can pass bills like the Patriot Act, according to Gunderson. Many congressmen vote for such ‘stupid’ bills because they have been set up and framed through sex and drugs, according to Gunderson.
Timothy McVeigh, of the Alfred P Murrah Federal Building disaster in Oklahoma City (April 19, 1995), was in Special Forces, trained to be a CIA assassin and worked in the CIA drug program. McVeigh supposedly had a microchip in his buttocks, so CIA agents could be tracked, according to Gunderson. Gunderson claims Oklahoma City was perpetrated by others than McVeigh, possibly 11 other individuals involved. Was McVeigh a ‘perfect patsy’?
Hear what Gunderson said about computer tracking operations with a trap door built in to retrieve “Promised” computer software information collected.
Gunderson takes on 9-11. A Patterson, New Jersey, individual was the leader of the terrorists of 9-11, according to Gunderson. The story he told is unbelievable! You have to listen to it starting around 52 minutes on the video timeline. A truly shocking story told by a former FBI “big wig”.
The cover-up is real, alive and thriving in the United States, according to Gunderson.
He says, “We need to wake up a sleeping society in American today.” Satanic cults operate in cooperation with secret individuals in government, and are a threat. Who will out them and take them on?
Ted Gunderson passed into eternity July 31, 2011 from cancer at 82 years of age. America owes him a great deal of gratitude for what he tried to expose, but no one apparently wanted to listen.
Ted Gunderson: FBI Whistleblower vs. Satanists
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He says that if Hillary Clinton is elected president of the United States, she will be a sock puppet for the global ruling elite.
Welch said that the Democratic presidential nominee does not need to be healthy to do the bidding of her handlers. “All they need is a pulse, and a finger to push the button when they tell you to.”
Press TV reports:
On Monday, Bill Clinton dismissed mounting health rumors about his wife, saying Hillary is “doing fine” despite being diagnosed with pneumonia.
The 68-year-old former First Lady was forced to abruptly leave a 9/11 memorial in New York on Sunday due to a medical episode, stirring speculations about her well-being.
The candidate’s physician, Dr. Lisa Bardack, released a statement via the campaign and said she had pneumonia. Her campaign, however, blamed the incident on her simply feeling “overheated.”
Welch said that “this whole thing about Hillary’s health, it’s just another red herring.”
“First of all it’s an opportunity for her handlers to spout even more lies, because you never get the truth out of these people. You know, she’s dehydrated, she’s over heated, she has pneumonia… Nobody knows and you can’t trust what they tell you,” he said.
“The problem is — first of all, you don’t need to be very healthy to do this job; you’re just a sock puppet,” the analyst explained.
“All they need is a pulse, and a finger to push the button when they tell you to — which [they] is finance capital and the people who are the overlords of the US and the global ruling class. But it does give them an opportunity to then spout a new round of lies, that this is what shows that she’s overworked because she’s is working like a demon, she works so hard, fighting for us – all this crap,” he stated.
“It’s like a ballet of choreographed lunacy where everything only exists inside an echo chamber, and it’s all about branding, and marketing, and convincing people that they are living in a real democracy,” Welch noted. “And so every new scandal, and scheme, and shadow can be used to further the larger picture.”
“And if you look at it, just today the Washington Post is floating this ridiculous rumor by some famous doctor who tweeted that [Russian President Vladimir] Putin did it. They should do a toxicology report on Clinton because he doesn’t trust Putin and Trump,” he said.
While admittedly speaking a bit tongue in cheek, the analyst went on to say that Clinton is a darling of the elites because of her unwavering commitment to American exceptionalism, the supremacist belief that fuels Americans’ acceptance of their government’s endless wars.
“The fact is that whoever sits on that seat, and Hillary Clinton will likely be the one, healthy or not, living or not, they will just prop her up and keep her finger on the button, is the ultimate proponent of supremacist ideology in the world,” he stated.
Americans are taught, and lied to and nurtured to believe that they and in particular white people are the best people in the world. They’re exceptional, there’s something very different about us. And if you don’t believe this you can watch Hillary Clinton’s speech to the American Legion just a couple of weeks ago,” he continued.
“This clip about American Exceptionalism: two of the scariest minutes of vile hate speech that has ever been recorded in modern times. About how the world suffers when the US doesn’t act and how the US is the indispensable nation — this is just a vomit source of supremacist theory that results in war. It is predicated on war, on smashing any particular opponent that resists this supremacist ideology,” he noted.
“No wonder they hire and train other supremacists like the death squads in Syria. They believe the same thing — they have an almost genetic supremacist ideology that just will not stop until it conquers the whole world,” the analyst stated.
“It shows itself at home in rising racism — whether it’s Trump’s camp or Clinton’s there is a seriously racist country over here. And fascism, this hostility to democracy, the criminalization of dissent that makes the idea of democracy a complete fraud,” he said.
The writer went on to say that “Clinton, healthy or unhealthy, or however it works, is going to be the next proponent of this sick cause.”
“It’s hard to keep saying the same thing over and over, but this a really, really scary time, for the whole world, but in particular black and brown people at home and immigrants here and in Europe, and the peoples and countries of the Global South,” he observed.
“Because what they want is war with the whole world, starting with taking out China and Russia. And they won’t stop until they get their way,” the political commentator concluded.
Chinese president Xi Jinping has called on Russia to join China in forming a “New World Order” dominated by both countries that he expects to realize in the next 10 years.
In a vitriolic speech delivered at the 95th anniversary of the founding of the Chinese Communist Party this July, Xi urged Russia and its president Vladimir Putin to join China in a military alliance that will render NATO (the North Atlantic Treaty Organization) “powerless” and “put an end to the imperialist desires of the West.”
This China-Russia alliance is intended to put more pressure on the United States, China’s main antagonist in the South China Sea, by stretching its military forces even thinner with more naval deployments to Europe.
But more important for China, a military alliance with Russia along the lines of NATO will mean Russia will be obligated to fight alongside China should a war break out in Asia against the U.S.
“The world is on the verge of radical change,” said Xi to his communist comrades. “We see how the European Union is gradually collapsing, as is the US economy — it is all over for the new world order.”
“So, it will never again be as it was before. In 10 years we will have a new world order in which the key will be the union of China and Russia,” said Xi.
Putin has so far not publicly responded to the offer of a military alliance. Putin, however, has long been in favor of a broader military and economic relationship with China. He described both nation’s existing cooperation as an “all-embracing and strategic partnership.”
Xi’s speech was described as incendiary by the West.
Xi’s bitter comments came as China faces mounting military challenges and international censure stemming from its obstinate refusal to accept the ruling of the Permanent Court of Arbitration in The Hague. This court ruled on July 12 that China has no legal basis to claim historic rights within the “nine-dash line” in the South China Sea.
Xi is also facing a dangerous leadership challenge within the Communist Party of China from powerful factions allied with former Chinese leaders Hu Jintao and Jiang Zemin. Xi is purging leaders in the communist party and the People’s Liberation Army allied with Hu and Jiang as he strives to transform China into a one-man dictatorship under his rule in the mold of Mao Zedong.
Analysts viewed Xi’s bellicose statements against the West as an attempt to bolster his flagging credentials in the wake of the humiliating South China Sea verdict by the arbitration court. Xi is widely seen as the architect of Chinese aggression in the South China Sea.
Beijing is calling on citizens to be vigilant against anti-government agitators who may be agents of the West.
It’s easy to see the events in Dallas through a racial prism. It is harder to see it as the consequence of a political system which relies on keeping people in dependency, in which black Americans are the furthest advanced and therefore the most afflicted. As Mark Blyth, a professor of Political Economy at Brown University put it, the problem is global. In Europe the Romanians, Spaniards and the Greeks are given the part African Americans must play. Blyth points out that after one creates a class of dependents the next and inevitable step is to control them.
For the past 25 years, particularly the center left has told the bottom 60% of the income distribution the following story: Globalization is good for you. It’s awesome. It’s really great. We’re going to sign these trade agreements. Don’t worry there will be compensation. You’ll be fine. You’ll all end up as computer programmers. It’ll be fantastic, right?
And by the way we don’t really care because we’re all going to move to the middle because that’s where the voters are and they’re the people with money or the ones that we really care about. … And you basically take the bottom 30% of the income distribution and you say we don’t care what happens to you. You’re now something to be policed. You’re now something to have your behaviors changed. We’re going to nudge you to better parts …
It’s a very paternalistic, it’s a very patronizing relationship. This is no longer the warm embrace of social democracy, arm-in-arm in solidarity. They’re there to be policed and excluded in their housing estates so that you feel safe in your neighborhoods, so that you can have your private schools; they have their public schools …
As I like to say to my American hedge fund friends the Hamptons is not a defensible position … Very hard to defend a low-lying beach. Eventually people will come for you.
The police are the flip side of big government programs. There is a perverted symmetry about the Blue Model — and a fatal weakness. A political system which encourages crime then controls guns, opens the borders to spend billions watching the multitudes admitted; a regime which destroys jobs then increases the welfare payments to the displaced is eventually going to run out of room evading the horns of its own dilemma.
In the end the fulfillment of a promise and its opposite are less real than Blyth’s observation: “you’re going to be a problem to be policed.” You’re going to be policed because there’s no other way out of the dilemma. It’s not just a black problem, but the problem of seating ten people in five chairs when the music stops. As soon as the news flashed of 11 cops shot in Dallas, it was evident that a hefty percentage of the casualties were bound to be Hispanic. Someone is always going to come up short in the zero-sum redistribution game.
Strange though it may be, in a narrative largely cast as Afro-centric, a white crisis has been brewing in parallel with black fears of police brutality: the slow death of self-respect and pride. Henry David Thoreau observed that “the mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.” For many years a booming America kept despair at bay. But now it’s back. A friend recalled a man he met at his door some years ago.
All I can see in my mind’s eye is a salesman immaculately dressed, spit shined shoes, early 40’s man knocking on my door trying to sell me a newspaper subscription with no names on his clipboard anxious to move on, going home, to be greeted by his son ‘how did it go today Dad? Which hit me very hard – in the instant of seeing his self-control to be polite though he knew he had to go knock on my neighbor’s door , And so I couldn’t not help but ask what did you used to do?” – almost biting my tongue through “mechanical engineer at Boeing”.
The strain of an ex-Boeing engineer maintaining appearances at a stranger’s door in the face of an urgent need to make a sales quota is the effort of trying keep the last vestiges of dignity in the face of destitution. That struggle is statistically captured in a recent Wall Street Journal story describing the rising death rates among middle-aged white Americans. “While middle-age blacks and Latinos have seen steady declines in their mortality in recent years, whites in the same age group saw their mortality increase about 10% between 1999 and 2014.” As death rates plummet across the board, white people are dying.
“This is a world in which people are dying that shouldn’t be dying,” Angus Deaton, a 2015 Nobel Prize winner and an economist at Princeton University, told an audience at Brookings on Wednesday. …
What’s confounding researchers is that this is a uniquely American phenomenon. Europe’s economic woes haven’t had the same impact on life expectancy.
Maybe the reason for the differential mortality rates is that the Americans are still burdened by the vestiges of pride. The dying will continue until the pride is beaten out of them. It will end when the ex-Boeing engineers stop trying to earn a living and fall back on welfare.
Michael Yon, a former correspondent in Iraq who has seen societies collapse, observes that when the tide goes out we all get to see who had no trunks. An outbreak of unrest in America will reveal not only black resentment, but every resentment: white, latino, asian, straight,gay, Christian, Muslim. Once you open the doors of Hell you can’t choose what devils get to come out.
Many veterans of Iraq, Afghanistan, Vietnam, and other such wars, likely view this through a different glass.
Using Iraq as example, after things truly began to spin out of control in 2004, many people were fighting for vastly different reasons. It was difficult even for dedicated analysts to keep up with who was fighting, and who was fighting for what. … chaos, is suddenly uncorked … General criminality skyrockets …
Groups or individuals who are honestly fighting for some cause .. often will be in opposition to one another. They will simultaneously fight the government while fighting each other. Some people just like to fight. Fighting is their cause, and they will latch onto any cause if it helps them get ammo … They could pop up almost over night, often based on some cult-inspiring personality such as Zarqawi.
In the U.S., this could translate into the normal unleashing of the insane, of the criminal elements, of people who are merely fighting “the man,” ethnic divides of many sorts (white and black is the least of it), religious, and other motivations ranging from environmental terrorism to anti-globalism and endless sorts of backwater motivations that become wrapped in violence.
Perfect breeding ground for militant Islam, and anti-Islamic violence also no doubt would raise its head. … If it increases to high levels, National Guard will not save the cities. They will be pop up targets. And every time they (are seen to) overreact, they fertilize the opposition.
Law Enforcement and the government ultimately do not control the people. Control is an illusion, such as the illusion that the mahout controls the elephant. When the elephant loses his mind, the mahout gets flattened. Happens every time.
Millions of people around America are upset and often for different reasons, but in most cases they share a vision that justice no longer exists in the United States, or has been so undermined that they no longer respect it.
The BLM movement has its own agenda and though not baseless is itself on the verge of terrorism. Meanwhile a completely different sort of people see the FBI as a puppet for the Clintons and other ‘elites’ who are not just above the law, they are the law. The problem at hand is straightforward: millions of Americans see injustice and disrespect for the population coming from the government, and the people arrive at this conclusion from different roads.
The door to hell can’t be shut by speeches. It can’t be resolved by the epideictic presidency of Barack Obama. It has to be met by real reform. Once black grievance gets going, what answer do we give to the cry, “why not me? why not me?” The basic problem is that the current system is economic and politically unsustainable. It’s been writing checks for years that it can’t cash. That is the message of the crisis in Europe. That is the message of the crisis in America. That is the message of Dallas.
These leaks are historic as journalists and investigators have been studying what happens at the Bilderberg meetings for close to 60 years, as all the top dignitaries (royals, presidents, prime ministers, bankers, major CEOs, mainstream media and globalists through and through) meet in private with absolutely no transparency expecting the vast public to be stupid enough to think they aren’t planning anything. That they’re just wasting resources all coming together to have a meaningless conversation that they feel must be private.
This is an inside look into madness. The globalist plan for a New World Order and how we the people can be used as pawns in their game as they push for increased power over us as we bow down in servitude. Pawns in a game of chess, sacrificing ourselves for the king and queen. We were once called crazy, we are now vindicated and most of us wish we weren’t vindicated. Viewing the world through rose colored glasses is much more comfortable. However, we must understand the negatives in order to create a positive. In order to come out on top as free beautiful individuals instead of slaves to a global order we did not consent to.
Video summery of leaked documents:
Alex Jones history of Globalism and the New World Order documentary:
One of the biggest steps toward a one world government that we have ever seen is happening this week, and yet barely anyone is even talking about it. In fact, it is even being called a “new universal Agenda” for humanity. Those are not my words – those are the words that the United Nations is using. If you don’t believe this, just go look at the official document for this new UN agenda. You won’t have to read very far. The phrase “new universal Agenda” is right near the end of the preamble. Agenda 2030
Officially, the name of this ambitious new program is “the 2030 Agenda“, and it is being hyped as a way to get the whole world to work together to make life better for all of us. And a lot of the goals of this new agenda are very admirable. For example, who wouldn’t want to end global poverty? But as you look deeper into what the UN is trying to do, you find some very disturbing things.
If you didn’t like Agenda 21, then you really are not going to like the 2030 Agenda, because the 2030 Agenda takes things to an entirely new level. Agenda 21 was primarily focused on climate change and the environment, but the 2030 Agenda goes far beyond that. As I have noted previously, the 2030 Agenda addresses economics, agriculture, education, gender equality, healthcare and a whole host of other issues. It has been argued that there are very few forms of human activity that do not fall under the goals of the 2030 Agenda in one way or another.
The UN says that this new Agenda is “voluntary”, and yet virtually every single nation on the entire planet is willingly signing up for it. In the official document that all of these nations are agreeing to, there are 17 sustainable development goals and 169 very specific sustainable development targets. You can read them for yourself right here Agenda 2030
As you read what they are planning, ask yourself what level of “global governance” will be required in order to accomplish all of that.
For the elite, the “solutions” to our problems almost always involve more globalization and more centralization. In a very nice way, this document is suggesting that what we really need to solve humanity’s problems is a New World Order. Of course to them, a New World Order where everyone works together to bring about “utopia” would be a wonderful thing.
The 2030 Agenda will be unveiled at a major conference at the United Nations headquarters in New York from September 25th to September 27th. The Pope is traveling to New York and will give the address which kicks off this conference on the 25th.
Essentially, the Pope is giving his stamp of approval for this insidious new Agenda. He is probably the most politically powerful religious leader on the entire planet, and so his endorsement is huge.
To give you an idea of how powerful the Pope can be, House Speaker John Boehner could not stop crying while he was addressing Congress. This Pope seems to have quite a way with words, and there are hundreds of millions of people that follow him with unquestioning faith.
But please do not let the Pope’s endorsement fool you. The 2030 Agenda is a tool that the elite plan to use to push us toward a one world system. The following is an extended excerpt from a recent article by author Paul McGuire…
This is why the preamble to this new U.N. plan reads “All countries and stakeholders, acting in a collaborative partnership, WILL implement this plan.” Notice that this simple sentence reads as an authoritative command and emphasizes the words “WILL implement this plan.” The United Nations is a de facto global government and does not rule by the “consent of the governed.” The United Nations is a global government to which American politicians of both parties have surrendered our Constitutional rights. If you look at the Republican Presidential debates you see the vast majority of those running are “bought men and women.” They are there to do the bidding of their true masters, the international banking families and their interlocking secret societies. If a candidate has a different set of beliefs than the “Orwellian group think” which constitutes domestic and foreign policy, he is allowed to go only so far.
Who are these powerful elite groups and the secret societies that run them? As we extensively document in our new book, The Babylon Code, co-authored by this author and Troy Anderson, a Pulitzer Prize-nominated investigative journalist, there exists a very real network of semi-secretive and secret groups. Groups like The Council on Foreign Relations, The Trilateral Commission, Royal Institute of International Affairs, United Nations, Club of Rome, The Bilderberg Group, and others control presidents, prime ministers, media networks, politicians, CEO’s, and entire nations. You will almost ever hear any substantive analysis by the media, which is controlled by these groups nor of attempts at holding them accountable by governments around the world.
But when you investigate the nature, organizational structure, financing, and belief systems of the elite who control these groups, you discover overwhelming factual evidence, such as what we provide in The Babylon Code, that these groups are controlled by powerful secret societies with very real occult and Luciferian beliefs. The existence of these secret societies and their multi-generational occult and Luciferian beliefs is concealed from the masses by the people controlling the media, education, politics, art, entertainment, and religion.
The 2030 Agenda is an exceedingly important part of the elite’s program, and I have written several articles about this now, and yet very few others are even talking about it.
When I appeared on a major television show recently, I explained that this was about to happen. What surprised me was that there were still people in the audience that had never even heard of the 2030 Agenda yet. This should have been headline news all over alternative news websites, conspiracy websites and Christian websites of all sorts for months.
The elite want a one world government, a one world economic system and a one world religion.
They aren’t going to get there without some major bumps in the road, but this is what we are moving toward.
Sadly, we are all so preoccupied with so many other things that we can’t see that it is starting to happen right in front of our eyes.
On its official website, the United Nations Office for Disarmament Affairs (yes, that’s really a thing and yes, it is housed right here in the United States) announced that the UN’s Arms Trade Treaty (ATT) “will enter into force on 24 December 2014.”
It is ironical that on the day before the world’s 2.18 billion Christians commemorate the coming of Jesus Christ to the Earth, the United Nations will officially put into motion a plan to deny them of a right given to them by the very God whose birth they celebrate.
For those unfamiliar with the text of the UN’s Arms Trade Treaty, here’s a brief sketch of the most noxious provisions:
• Article 2 of the treaty defines the scope of the treaty’s prohibitions. The right to own, buy, sell, trade, or transfer all means of armed resistance, including handguns, is denied to civilians by this section of the Arms Trade Treaty.
• Article 3 places the “ammunition/munitions fired, launched or delivered by the conventional arms covered under Article 2” within the scope of the treaty’s prohibitions, as well.
• Article 4 rounds out the regulations, also placing all “parts and components” of weapons within the scheme.
• Perhaps the most immediate threat to the rights of gun owners in the Arms Trade Treaty is found in Article 5. Under the title of “General Implementation,” Article 5 mandates that all countries participating in the treaty “shall establish and maintain a national control system, including a national control list.” This list should “apply the provisions of this Treaty to the broadest range of conventional arms.”
• Article 12 adds to the record-keeping requirement, mandating that the list include “the quantity, value, model/type, authorized international transfers of conventional arms,” as well as the identity of the “end users” of these items.
• Finally, the agreement demands that national governments take “appropriate measures” to enforce the terms of the treaty, including civilian disarmament. If these countries can’t get this done on their own, however, Article 16 provides for UN assistance, specifically including help with the enforcement of “stockpile management, disarmament, demobilization and reintegration programmes.” In fact, a “voluntary trust fund” will be established to assist those countries that need help from UN peacekeepers or other regional forces to disarm their citizens.
Arguably, the Arms Trade Treaty would become the law of the United States if the Senate were to ratify the treaty.
While that is the process that the Constitution establishes for the implementation of treaties, fundamental principles of construction and constitutional law dictate that no treaty that violates the Constitution can become the supreme law of the land. In the case of the UN’s Arms Trade Treaty, there is no doubt that regardless of presidential signatures or congressional consent, this treaty cannot pass constitutional muster and therefore will never be the valid law of the land.
Unless, of course, Americans once again acquiesce to President Obama’s assumption of illegal authority and relinquish their rights and weapons regardless of the reasons they should not do so.
There is a higher authority, however, who never asked his followers to surrender their weapons and leave themselves defenseless in the war against tyranny.
While the president declares that greater federal restriction on the right to own, transfer, buy, and sell guns and ammunition is necessary in order to “heal our troubled minds,” Christians believe that there is only one place to turn for such relief: the Great Physician.
Christians, moreover, believe they not only have the right to keep and bear arms, but have the obligation to do so in the fight to protect freedom. The idea that God has commanded his children to own weapons and to be ready to wield them in defense of liberty might sound odd to many, but the scriptures provide ample evidence of this divine injunction.
In Luke 22:35-36, to cite one example, Jesus commanded his followers to purchase a sword in defiance of Roman law. Within the boundaries of the world under the control of the Roman emperor, to carry such a weapon was a crime punishable by death.
Why, then, would Jesus, the Prince of Peace, command his followers to break the law of the world’s most powerful empire – with legions of armed enforcers around every corner — if the benefit of keeping that commandment did not outweigh the potential harm?
Furthermore, if Jesus was the pacifist so many modern gun-rights deniers portray him as, why is there not a single syllable in the scriptures forbidding disciples from keeping and bearing arms?
If God is the same yesterday, today, and forever, why would he instruct early Christians to arms themselves, but insist that modern disciples be left defenseless? And, what of Paul’s pronouncement that “if anyone does not provide for his own, and especially for those of his household, he has denied the faith and is worse than an unbeliever” (1 Tim. 5:8)?
If God preferred that his children refrain from buying, selling, owning, or transferring weapons, why is there not one verse in the entire canon of Christian scripture setting out such counsel?
Where has the Christian adherence to and understanding of this principle gone?
Perhaps it has slipped into oblivion, much like the related precept of being steadfastly dedicated to obeying the world of God in defiance of immoral government edicts.
Perhaps there are “evil men and seducers” who are “without natural affection, trucebreakers, false accusers, incontinent, fierce, despisers of those that are good.” (2 Timothy 3: 3, 13) who intend to enslave mankind and who understand that a disarmed populace is a slave populace.
Turning to the wisdom and warnings of the Holy Bible, Christians can find the “instruction in righteousness” that they believe lead them to “all good works.” (2 Timothy 3: 16-17)
All Americans, regardless of religion, must recognize that God gave us the freedoms we enjoy and with that gift comes the obligation of protecting ourselves and our loved ones. We must be armed, not for the purpose of private vengeance, but to remain ready to defend the liberty that is our inheritance.
The next meeting of the states that are parties to the Arms Trade Treaty — including the United States — is scheduled for November 27-28 in Berlin, Germany. There is time, then, to convince our elected leaders to refuse to sacrifice our freedom to keep and bear arms on the altar of one-world government.
By: Tom Chatham
For several years many people have had the opinion that the global elite have had a plan to kill off a significant portion of the worlds population and take complete control of the resources and people. The raping of the worlds financial assets by these people has insured that they must do something to cover their tracks in a way to avert repercussions on themselves from an irate population. A global holocaust that puts people in survival mode would lend itself nicely to the police state being erected to contain the people.
Dave Hodges has uncovered some evidence that a company named Crucell developed a fully effective Ebola vaccine in 2006. The CDC has patented the Ebola virus and can now demand to be paid royalties for any vaccine used against the virus. This means the Ebola virus is now the intellectual property of the CDC. There are reports of the government putting pressure on sectors that promote natural cures and health products that may stop or prevent this type of outbreak. Recent shipments of nano silver being sent to Africa have been blocked. This sounds like the elite protecting its investment.
If an enterprising group of people wanted to gain control of a country or even the world, a highly contagious and deadly virus would be a good weapon to use. When released into the population it would cause unmitigated chaos. It has the potential to collapse every major system people depend on for daily life. The healthcare system, energy, transportation, security, financial and food production of an entire country could be collapsed in a matter of months. In a previous article I noted that they war gamed a pandemic several years ago and one thing that came out was that once the economy shut down they had no idea how to start it up again.
Anyone that had the cure for this bug would be in the position to select who gets saved and who does not. That is the whole point of bio warfare. Kill the enemy while having the ability to protect your own troops. When the British had trouble with Indians in America they simply sent them small pox infected blankets and within a few weeks the Indians were ravaged with disease leaving them unable to effectively continue fighting.
There is a movie called ULTRAVIOLET that has some similar undertones to what might happen soon. The government created a virus that got out and infected some people. These people became the new enemy that allowed total government control. When these people were all but eliminated the government developed a new virus to release into the atmosphere and infect everyone else. This would force them to go to the government on a regular basis to get the necessary treatment to continue living.
Who can forget the mural at the Denver International Airport that depicts people dying at the feet of a soldier wearing a gas mask. This may be the future we have in store if this is the nefarious plan of some evil group seeking total control. If this is the plan I suspect it is only the first of a multi phase plan to wage global war and consolidate resources and land holdings for the select few. Any country infected with a deadly virus would be hard pressed to wage war or even protect its own borders against an enemy with immune soldiers.
There will no doubt be people that have natural immunity or access to natural cures that keep them healthy and these will likely be one enemy that government seeks out in the future. They cannot risk the failure to control some and prevent the control of all. The best thing that people can do at this time is to prepare for system wide failure if it should happen and educate themselves on natural remedies that are out of the control of government purveyors of ill health.
If Americans ever revolted this disease could give the government the means to control the population. Anyone who wanted the cure would have to succumb to the government healthcare system. This would leave the rebels outside the system and easier to identify.
Let us not forget that the government has promised trillions more to people than it will ever have the ability to deliver. There are only two ways to solve that problem. Either they can default on the promises in some form or they can eliminate the people that are supposed to get them. To default would cause riots and imminent danger for those in government so another way would be more palatable for them. Zbiginew Brezinski once gave a speech and said it is now easier to kill one million people than it is to control one million people. That may be part of the solution we have in store as time goes on. Obamacare will surely kill many in the years to come as healthcare is rationed and a good pandemic would help as well.
Here is another aspect of Ebola that no one has talked about. If this disease becomes rampant in America, it will most likely be picked up by other species of animals here. These animals may not die from Ebola but they can become carriers of it. With the disease spreading among the many animal species it may cause an untold number of mutations that have the capability to reinfect humans. Just like in Africa where some species now transmit the disease to humans, this could lead to Americans needing shots every year from Ebola just like they now need annual Flu shots for the prevalent strain that year.
This can also make the home production of meat almost impossible as individuals will not be able to afford the testing necessary to insure their flocks are Ebola Free. This can also put an end to hunting as we know it due to the infectious nature of this disease. This could make meat consumption in this country something only the rich and well connected will be able to afford as only government certified meat will be available for sale. The testing of this meat will raise the price considerably. That will probably make the corporations engaged in this type of activity very happy.
There are an untold number of problems this disease can cause in this country and that is the reason people should be afraid not only of the disease but of the government response to it. The government can actually make it much worse than it would otherwise be. With the lack of trust in government today the people have a great deal to be worried about. If we are entering the end game of some plot, we will most likely be inundated with multiple crises at once as time goes on. This will keep people off balance and looking to government for help. At this time people need to stay as informed as possible to keep ahead of the next planned crisis. Things will likely get worse from here so prepare yourself for that.
Alas, Brave New Babylon
By Matt Bracken
Monday, August 26, 2013
1. THE REGAL INN MOTOR LODGE
I used to be a history teacher at a private Christian school in Louisiana. I was in my mid-thirties then, unmarried and unattached. It was June and I was on a road trip, cruising up Interstate 81 through the northeastern corner of Tennessee in my Maxima. I was going to spend the month in Pennsylvania, hiking another 300 miles of the Appalachian Trail. The trail ran 2,200 miles from Georgia to Maine, and over previous summers I’d hiked it in sections, from south to north. After a school year spent dealing with self-absorbed and often hysterical teenagers, I was looking forward to the wilderness solitude.
Friday afternoon, and I was scanning the radio dial as I passed the towns and cities. The global banking crisis was in the news; the most serious problems were in Europe. Bank runs of some sort. Lucky for Europe, they ran out the clock at the close of business going into the weekend. But by then the financial contagion had spread to New York, and the stock market closed early after some kind of Wall Street emergency fuses had been blown.
Breathy voices warned of another round of dire world economic consequences, by then a familiar tune. Later news updates reported unspecified problems with the American credit card system. Computer networks were having technical problems. Some cell phone service was down. Spillover from Europe, no doubt. Other problems related to the internet, possibly coinciding with a period of high solar flare activity that affected communications satellites. Plain bad luck and Murphy’s Law were frequently cited. There was even some talk of a possible cyber attack, but of course it was pure speculation. China, Russia, Iran: the usual suspects.
Whatever the cause, the main sticking point seemed to be problems in the international currency markets. The day’s interbank trades could not be resolved; there was too much volatility in the Eurozone as some countries hinted at plans to pull out of the euro. Financial experts assured their radio audiences that it would all be straightened out by Monday. “Thank God it’s Friday” was a commonly expressed cliché laughed into radio microphones.
And that was my working knowledge of the unfolding events.
By the time I decided to top off my tank in the northeastern corner of Tennessee, every gas station was taking cash only, with long lines of cars forming. I’d stopped at an ATM before my road trip and had nearly 300 dollars stuffed in my wallet, and I wasn’t worried. I still had a quarter of a tank, so I motored on and a few exits later, just past a cluster of gas stations jammed with vehicles, I pulled into the Regal Inn Motor Lodge and got a room. The Hindu desk clerk was happy to accept cash at below the posted nightly rate.
I figured the credit card situation might be straightened out overnight. I could gas up in the morning after the lines cleared. I was in no hurry; I had all summer. That was my thinking going to bed that night.
Woke up to no power, the TV dead, everything dead that didn’t run on batteries. Anything that depended on the internet, cell service, wireless anything, that was all dead too. My smart phone was brain dead. It could show me some of my old pictures and texts, but it couldn’t make a connection. Same deal in the motel lobby: no power, no wireless connections, no credit cards.
On balance, it wasn’t such a bad location compared to many others places I might have been when the lights went out. I could have been passing through Birmingham or Baltimore. In rural northeastern Tennessee, the typical clients of the Regal Inn were long-haul truckers and families on a budget.
Next door, the Waffle House was still serving food, but only to cash customers. Their emergency generator quickly ran out of fuel. Without electricity, the food in their freezers was defrosting, but their propane tanks still cooked hot. Then the police moved into the restaurant, and the generator was fired up again, presumably with government fuel.
The restaurant was full of cops. Plenty of light inside the big glass windows and plenty of cop cars parked outside made it a safe place. By the third day the new restaurant policy was cops only, and we highway refugees were turned away. Even the parking lot was only for police. A little Alamo, ringed by a wall of police vehicles parked end to end.
The Regal Inn had no generator, but there was still some stale “continental breakfast” food, cereal and muffins, which we shared in a civil manner (the motel staff hadn’t hidden it quickly enough). Tap water was gravity fed from an elevated tank until it ran out. We had all filled our bathtubs with water before then. Many of my fellow stranded travelers wanted to stay, afraid of the chaos being reported in the cities.
Some Knoxville radio stations were still on the air, running on generator power. Their sporadic reports were equal parts confusion, terror, mayhem, and anarchy. Shooting, killing, carjacking, home invasions. Hospitals crying in desperation for help. Some motel guests rushed away, and others stayed, too afraid to move down the interstate.
The motel staff allowed us to stay, on the mutual presumption that our bills would ultimately be paid once the credit card system came back on. Their sole alternative was to demand cash and threaten to evict us, and watch more tenants bolt without paying anything.
Eventually the potable water hoarded in a bathtub runs out, and I soon learned that it runs out much faster if you have entire families, from grannies to infants, living in single motel rooms. When my neighbors begin imploring me, the obvious bachelor, for some extra water for their kids, I knew it was time to move on. Let them have the remaining tub water, and the extra bed and square feet to spread out in. I had other options—they didn’t.
Around then, a U.S. Army Black Hawk helicopter buzzed the motels and gas stations of our service road and dropped leaflets. Our little town was designated a FEMA logistical hub. Even in that Tennessee crossroads town, all of the supermarkets, restaurants, and any other places with food had been looted to the bare shelves by the third day, the police not interfering in the least. Food was not my immediate problem, though. I had camping food hidden in the trunk of my car, a carefully guarded secret. Mountain House freeze-dried entrees, just add water and heat. Protein bars, energy bars, trail mix; enough for a month.
According to the leaflets, each person applying for employment at the FEMA center would be given two weeks’ worth of emergency food rations and water purification tablets. The leaflets meant food and maybe even a paying government job; it was the talk of the motel lobby crowd. The designated FEMA location was about two miles away, in a cluster of big-box stores serving the nearby town.
My car was safest where it was, in front of my door at the motel, so I decided I’d walk over, see the show, and maybe acquire some extra rations. The government was finally swinging into action, the cavalry was arriving. I grabbed my little 8×20 trail binoculars and headed out. Always look before you leap. Optics allow you to look further.
Cresting a rise on the town’s main drag, I could see the crowd ahead of me surging toward a complex with a Walmart across from a strip shopping center. The people were being organized into lines far ahead and below me. I pulled out my little binos for a closer look. I noticed a few metal barricades, the low steel-pipe kind that come in sections and hook together around festivals and concerts. Other dividers were made of orange plastic netting and traffic cones. Some soldiers, either Army or National Guard, were running the operation. I saw lots of police cars, a few Humvees, some military trucks, and a single four-wheeled armored personnel carrier with a machine gun on top.
I sidestepped behind a corner where I could watch out of sight. The local topography gave me a good view a few hundred yards away, down to the Walmart plaza. I didn’t see anybody coming my way carrying bags full of MREs, but I did see the queue lines getting narrower and narrower, being funneled into temporary chain-link fence sections. I couldn’t read the signs or make out the words of the announcements, but I could see that men were being directed to some lines, women with small children to others. The lines went out of sight around the Walmart, but I decided I’d get no closer until I saw happy people returning with bags of food.
A mass of people in one corner surged against a temporary fence and overturned it, ignoring the police and soldiers on the other side, too thinly spread to be a physical deterrent. An echoing loudspeaker called for calm, there was enough for everybody, but everyone had to get into the proper lines—as near as I could make out. From my distant vantage point it was impossible to hear the exact words of the amplified voices, but I could see the crowds stampeding over the barricades in front of the Walmart. Police and military vehicles starting moving. Then the flow of people seemed to be reversing. Shortly two teenagers ran past me, panting, out of breath. One of them said, “They’re taking away everybody’s guns. And there’s no food, just trucks and buses back there.”
A minute later, others ran past, the faster young men mostly, and then I heard gunfire. Just a few pops at first, but after a pause, somebody was blasting away with what sounded like a pistol, and then I heard a burst of machine gun fire. Somebody was firing from the top of the APC, I could see it plainly in my binoculars. But the armored vehicle was surrounded by mobs of agitated people who either didn’t understand the warning or didn’t care. The people continued to surge around the APC, some climbing on top; it looked like they were trying to pull down the machine gunner, half-exposed out of his hatch. The driver must have panicked, and while I watched, that APC plowed right through at least a hundred feet of people like a pickup through a cornfield, leaving a trail of smashed bodies in its wake. The rest began fleeing in panic.
I jogged back to the Regal Inn on side streets and behind businesses and houses, and found my car still intact and untouched. Tossed a few items from my room into it and hauled ass eastward up my preplanned bugout route deep in the national forest. My fingers were crossed all the way against unexpected roadblocks, either government or ones thrown up by locals. I drove until I ran out of gas, ditched the car, and continued on foot. My pack and gear were prepared for the Appalachian Trail, so I was way ahead of the herd. I was even returning to a section of the Trail I’d hiked a few summers before. Familiar terrain.
And that FEMA and National Guard fiasco was the last I saw of the official United States government. I dove into the forests and have kept within them, or at least kept them on my flank, ever since. What I know I only know from word of mouth, rumor stacked on rumor. The worst rumors came from travelers who claimed to have escaped from the cities. They invariably reported complete social breakdown: anarchy, madness, race war, mass rape, torture, widespread arson, and wholesale murder. Hunger and hatred squared, madness and murder cubed, the blood fevered by fear, desperation, and the long-simmering racial hatred finally boiling over.
The consistent theme that every city survivor repeated was the utter callousness of average, ordinary people. Shoot on sight at the effective range of your weapon became the only rule of engagement. The further away, the better. Before their faces were clear. And within a month, food took on a different meaning—predator and prey within the same species.
The few city folk who found their way to the Appalachian Trail stuck slavishly to the paths marked by trees with painted blaze marks. I avoided the marked trails; they were studded with trolls waiting in ambush for the unwary traveler. The greatest danger in the forests came from hunters and other armed woodsmen, and there were plenty of them out there, especially at the beginning. If you were seen first, you might be shot without ever seeing your killer. Or you might walk into a snare, a deadfall, a tiger pit, or some other kind of trap. One of those hunters had carried a top-grade compound bow before he took a fatal tumble. I found his camouflage-clad skeleton at the bottom of a ravine, his bow hooked on the stub of a pine limb above him as if he’d left it there for me.
I spent the first winter in a little place between Greenville and Asheville, population a couple hundred in a few clusters of homes and roadside businesses spread out over a mile or two of twisting mountain roads. No name, not officially a town. Trailers, cabins, retirement homes. I was welcomed because I’d befriended a pair of brothers on the trails who later vouched for me. They were bugging out to a retired aunt and uncle’s vacation cabin. We were heading in the same direction, away from crowds and up into the mountains. They had a place to stay, maybe, and I had maps and trail skills. Even back in that early time there was strength in numbers: everybody has to sleep sometime.
The locals met at their high school gym and church hall for barter and fellowship. There was whisky and music, warmth and love, despite the fear and hunger. Bluegrass and moonshine gave us hope for the future while breaking our hearts for the pasts we’d all lost. For a while we believed we could outlast the deluge of despair, safe up in the mountains. We’d carry on, we’d rebuild. Bibles and the invaluable Foxfire books would get us through another stretch of hard times in Appalachia. And when wasn’t it hard times there? For a while some local hydroelectric power trickled into that little corner of North Carolina. Some lights burned in our corner of the world until after Christmas the first winter, so we may have had it better than most. Anyway, our last power was cut off by the end of the year.
There was quite a lot of Praise Jesus, but who could be against that after the collapse? A lot of the folks back there were waiting for the Rapture, but I never saw any evidence of it happening. What happened was more like a Rupture with the past as we’d known it.
But eventually the madness came even to our little corner of the world. When the ad hoc “town council” voted that cannibalism would not be considered a crime if the body was already dead when found, I took it as my cue to leave for deeper in the mountains. Before that announcement, from what I heard, vigilantes shot or hanged any cannibals they found. Anyway, I left around February, during the hungriest time, and cast my lot deeper into the forest, higher up the mountains.
2. THE HAWK’S NEST
My second year was spent slithering from tree to tree and cave to cave, learning basic animal survival on a belly so tight that it shrank my brain by sheer suction. But that’s a chapter I’ll never write, since most of what I remember of the second year I’m trying to forget.
By the third turning of the leaves I was traveling with Lisa, a blonde nurse in her late twenties, and Roger, my age but appearing older. He’d been a welder and a machinist, and sometimes he worked on oil rigs. Roger and Lisa. Good people. As good as they come.
How I met up with them last autumn, I’m not really sure. I was living like an animal, and then I was just with them; how we fell in together is gone from my mind. I have strong but indistinct memories of being carried by Roger, of being dragged behind them in a travois, and of being cared for by Lisa. Rain pounding on a tent made from ponchos and tarps, wet all the time. Wet but alive, and no longer alone.
As my mind improved with better nutrition and less stress, it was my set understanding that Roger and Lisa were my saviors, best friends, and closest allies. I was happy to be with them, happy for their company. We were still nearly always hungry, but we would help each other find food. We’d hunt together and share our knowledge of edible plants and other survival tricks. We’d watch over each other when we slept. But they were never lovers, it was nothing like that, not that I perceived back then.
My third winter in the mountains was spent with them in the Hawk’s Nest. This was our spot on the Blue Ridge side of the Nantahala National Forest, in the far western corner of North Carolina. The nest’s foundation was a natural cave, to which cut timber and shards of local slate had been added over the decades to make a partial roof and one wall, all chinked with mossy earth to keep out the wind and rain. Snug as bugs we were, after making rudimentary repairs. Dry, cozy in all weather, with a view shared with the hawks and eagles. Raptors constantly circled our stony fingers in the sky, wheeling on the thermals. The entrance was even kept nearly snow-free by the topography and the usual wind direction of winter snowstorms.
The nest was at the vertical end of a minor chink in a mountain ridge leading to nowhere. It terminated in sheer drop-offs on the eastern face of the Blue Ridge, forming a natural redoubt. The airy hideaway at the top of the cleft was my discovery, based on close topographical map study, experience, and a hunch. I imagined that in other hard times it had sheltered Indians, Civil War deserters, moonshiners, poachers, hermits, and other assorted outlaws and outcasts.
There was no way to the top by vehicle, so the cast-iron stove in the nest had to have been hand-carried up in pieces, I guessed maybe a century before. A natural spring was diverted into the nest by an ancient wrought-iron pipe. Enough for rudimentary washing, dipping warm water from a stove-heated aluminum basin. Lisa cut my hair short with her nurse’s medical scissors and combed it for ticks and nits. We grew closer in a special way. Roger didn’t have enough hair on his head to bother with. We both kept our beards short with her scissors.
Around the nest we were safe from discovery or attack, but constantly at danger of a crippling or fatal fall. The isolation was worth the tradeoff. The Hawk’s Nest was a perfect hunter’s lair and we didn’t starve. We didn’t freeze, with abundant deadfall wood nearby, and didn’t go completely around the bend. Cabin fever can be intense with two men and one woman occasionally snowed in for days or even weeks. One or two of us at a time would go out for meat or firewood as the mood and the weather conspired. Firewood and heavy game had to be hauled up the last fifty feet by rope.
My best memories: Lisa and I even made tender love a few times, on pleasant days when the tumblers of her safe aligned and she fell open to me while Roger was off hunting solo. Roger still imagined that our triumvirate union was asexual, transformed to a higher plane. And so had I thought, during the initial recovery of my social skills after we joined up. We were the three musketeers, buddies, comrades, super-survivors, two mountain men and a mountain gal, pals through thick and mostly thin. And we were, at first.
Lisa had been a nurse back in Chattanooga. She told us that vitamin deficiency and malnutrition lead to scurvy, rickets, beriberi, blindness and various psychological problems. Starving people often beat each other to death with rakes and hoes over failing gardens, she told us. The mental results of wintering over together in tight quarters were not unknown to us, but we were mature adults and could overcome them, we thought.
And then one day last week, Lisa fell from the cliff by a frozen waterfall. According to Roger. Fell, slipped—or perhaps she’d been given a nudge? There was no way to know for sure without reading Roger’s heart, and maybe not even then. And how can the merely mad judge the completely insane? Which is which, and who is who? It was easy enough to slip where the snowmelt and spring water froze to the steep granite. We buried her there at the base of the frozen waterfall, under a cairn of stones, sobbing quietly, not looking at each other’s faces.
Lisa’s fall could have happened to any of us at almost any time. As spring came on and we were tempted out on longer hunting forays, the risk increased. The top of a frozen waterfall was a shortcut along the path, of course it could happen. But still, I wondered, what was Lisa doing with him down by that waterfall? However it had happened, it had happened. I stayed awake that night in my sleeping bag, thinking and deciding. It came down to kill Roger and leave, or just leave. He’d saved my life when they took me in on the trail—so I let him live.
What I needed I put in my old green pack, dressed in my raggedy brown Patagonia jacket and handmade buckskin pants. Compound bow and a dozen handmade dogwood arrows. My five-foot blowgun, made of thin PVC encased in two pieces of ash wood for stiffness, one of my hand-carved inventions. My rifle scope, my maps and compass, my solar-powered radio. Water jug. A plastic bag containing a few strips of various smoked meats. A rabbit-leather pouch containing mementoes and talismans, including a lock of Lisa’s blonde hair. Spare arrowheads made from steel razor-wire barbs. Some things I’d hung on to since the beginning, and more that I’d found or I’d made.
That was some days ago, when I slipped out of the nest under the setting full moon and crept down the mountain. After a final twenty miles of shadowing the old Appalachian Trail south toward Georgia, I came to the place where I finally had to leave my detailed topo maps for the scant information of a road map. I knew from memory that the northeast corner of Georgia was just a beige-colored blank on my South Carolina map. But I knew that if I just kept traveling southeast, I was bound to strike the Chattooga River, the boundary between the tips of Georgia and South Carolina.
The Chattooga would carry me to the Savannah River, the ocean, and maybe a new life.
I’d build a raft resembling a snag of branches, drifting by day hidden low, paddling by night. Playing it by ear, dodging from river to land depending on the terrain and the local situations as I encountered them.
There were a few unavoidable dams and cities along the river to sneak around. The city of Augusta would be a major obstacle. It would be impossible to float unimpeded all the way to the Atlantic, but I considered myself an expert at stealthy land navigation with a map and compass—even if the next map was only a state road map. Three years of comparing road maps, topo maps, and the hills around me had given me a superb ability to forecast the terrain ahead. That knack was one of the reasons I was still alive.
The younger GPS generation was lost when their screens went dark. Their brains had been wired from early childhood to be led and directed from point to point by computer-generated voices and pixel arrows. By the time the grid went down most people were incapable of learning to navigate by map and compass, and anyway, almost nobody had them. I was the rare exception, already equipped with a Silva Ranger compass, my Appalachian Trail topo maps, guide books, and my previous summers’ experience hiking the Trail.
As soon as the power was lost, there were no more computer-generated dropdown menus full of helpful suggestions to the traveler. No Google, no Bing, no search engines at all. The screen addicts couldn’t light a fire with an entire pack of matches: I’d seen them wasting match after match in the rain. The concept of dry kindling wood had escaped their educations entirely. After their matches and butane lighters were used up during the first winter, they froze to death, providing gear, clothing, and eventually the meat from their very bodies to the more ruthless and better prepared. I’d seen their campsites, and I’d seen their bones. I’d worn their boots.
3. THE RADIO TOWER
I came upon the downed radio mast after a long uphill slog through not-quite-budding oaks and maples. There was good visibility through the trees, since the leaves weren’t in yet. The top five hundred feet of the northwest slope I was walking up was covered in a few inches of crusty snow that the March sun could not yet reach.
My goal had been to get to the top of this mountain for my next long view toward the southeast. I’d seen this summit days before, using my scope from another elevated vantage point now many miles behind me. In the distance I’d noticed a sharpish-something poking above the treetops of a ridge. Now I knew for certain that I was on the mountain I’d seen, and what that sharpish-something was. The wreck of the tower was running uphill and in my direction.
The three legs were six inches in diameter, the connecting struts about half that, and saplings had grown up around and through them. Alternating twenty-foot sections of the tower had been painted red and white, corresponding with the sections that had been bolted together during its erection many years earlier. In another minute I reached the top.
The bottom section was still bolted to a concrete pad, leaving a hundred feet of unbroken tower still jutting into the sky. I’d seen enough radio towers to guess what had happened. Wire-stayed towers were usually supported by three sets of wires, spread 120 degrees apart. Somebody had cut the outermost guy wires on one side, the wires that led to the upper sections of the mast. An ordinary hacksaw and a little patience could do the job.
Near the base of the mast was a single-room cement block structure, as well as large metal boxes for electrical transformers. Both tower and structures were surrounded by a chain-link fence enclosing perhaps a quarter acre. The vehicle gate’s chain had been cut, the gate left open. My natural caution warned against entering what could be a trap, but my greater curiosity sent me through (after a close look for trip lines, snares, and traps). New growth through the fencing ensured that the gate could not swing shut behind me.
There was no sign of recent human activity.
The control room and the exterior metal boxes were stripped bare of wires and cables. Generators and other machinery once bolted to the concrete pad around the base of the radio mast had been removed. Some of the thicker cables had not been chopped but were still in place. A salvage project, half completed. Was somebody wiring his own electrical grid? Otherwise, why bother? Maybe they’d gotten the wire that they needed, and good luck to them.
I stuck my pack inside the empty control room, out of sight. The sky was free of clouds, a perfect opportunity to extend my view toward distant ridges, filling in some of the blanks on the next map. I was nervous just being on the summit, much less up in the tower; I was potentially visible to a thousand hidden eyes, distant or near. But my desire to see the horizon overcame my reluctance. The chance for a long-range view was an opportunity of strategic importance, especially without topo maps going forward. I considered what I’d take with me up the tower: my South Carolina road map and compass, my rifle scope, and my solar-powered portable AM/FM radio.
I decided to take my compound bow and quiver of arrows, more for psychological reasons than for any plausible tactical advantage. I’d be visible to anybody within miles, but an arrow would be effective only against an unarmed adversary very near the base of the tower. Yet I still slung the bow across my back by its leather carrying strap. I hated the idea of being cut off without a weapon.
Iron hand-grips that doubled as steps were welded to the outside of one of the three main pillars, forming a ladder, rusty but still plenty strong. After giving another slow look around, I spat on my hands for luck and started up, one welded rung at a time. The rungs were ice cold, but my bare hands were tough enough. After fifty rungs I was even with the treetops. Fifty more and I was getting close to where the tower had buckled and twisted back down the mountain.
Below that bent and broken section, at the point where the remaining guy wires still held the tower stump erect, was an encircling array of what I guessed were microwave transmitters. A deck of metal grating had been welded between the legs of the tower as a working platform for equipment installers and technicians. With about six feet between the legs, it made a nice perch for me to sit on Indian-style, looking between two of the legs toward the southeast.
From within my coat, kept in its special pocket, I brought out my Leupold rifle scope, already turned to its maximum twelve-power magnification. The bolt-action rifle it had been mounted on was useless without its rare .264 Winchester Magnum ammunition. The scope, on the other hand, was priceless. I flipped open the lens covers and brought the scope toward my eye, assuming a rifleman’s sitting stance, elbows on knees, both hands on the scope for stability.
I could see a few miles across to the next ridges, and I did a slow, methodical sweeping search. The next mountains were miles out of the Nantahala National Forest, and homes were built on their slopes. But there was no visible smoke, no man-made sounds of planes or trucks or industrial machinery. No moving vehicles, no signs of life at all.
It was hard to tell from that far away, but it appeared that many of the homes had been burned or otherwise destroyed. The isolated vacation homes of urban retirees were low-hanging fruit for bands of marauders. The bandits who survived the first winter were hardened killers, practiced at stealth, sniping, ambush, and laying siege. All the homes I could see appeared abandoned, but perhaps that was long-range camouflage, crafted to discourage bandits from making the cross-valley hikes. It didn’t pay to advertise your continued survival in times of starvation.
The scope went back inside my coat. I partially unfolded my road map of South Carolina and spread it across my lap, compass on top to orient it, holding them down against the wind. It was from 2008; Governor Mark Sanford welcomed me to the Palmetto State. Once upon a time Sanford had pretended to be an Appalachian Trail hiker. Had he ever stepped foot on it? Now it was miles behind me in North Carolina, and I was heading in another direction, toward the sea.
The city of Augusta was halfway down the Savannah River. Navigation wasn’t going to be a problem, but encountering possibly hostile survivors would be. My map didn’t contain any population information—pre-collapse population, that is—but Augusta was big enough by the look of it on the map. As big as Chattanooga or Knoxville, and they had been horror shows by all accounts. I’d seen enough human bones in the national forests to be able to take the travelers’ words for what had happened in the cities. Atlanta and the other giant cities must have been Dante-esque hells. So what was Augusta like today? Depopulated entirely? Or did it go Mad Max, run by tribal warlords? Would I have to travel wide around it, on foot?
And on the other side of Augusta was an area marked on my South Carolina map as the Department of Energy’s “Savannah River Site.” This was a place where the federal government had made nuclear material for generations, with several nuclear reactors and countless pools full of radioactive rods. What had happened to all that nuclear material after the collapse? And what about the other hundred-odd nuclear plants spread across the country? Maybe I’d leave the river and head cross-country before I reached Augusta, but that was a decision for another day.
While pondering the distant hills, I tongued the gap where I’d removed my top left molar behind the canine. No dentist—just me, vise-grips, and whisky. Would I ever see another dentist? More of my teeth hurt most of the time. The bristles of my last toothbrush were worn nearly to the handle, toothpaste a long-forgotten luxury, a memory triggered by the scent of wild mint. I shot bearings on my compass to the most promising landmarks along my possible routes, and recorded them on the map with a pencil stub, folded the map, and put it away.
Next I removed my little solar-powered radio from my parka’s side cargo pocket. It was made of black plastic and was the size of a thick paperback book, with solar cells along the top edge. I aimed them at the sun and gave a slow turn of the dial on the AM and FM bands. Static crackled from the speaker. The old batteries inside no longer saved enough charge for the radio to make any sound after dark, but when the solar chips were aimed at the sun, the static noise it made proved the radio was still alive on some basic electrical level.
I slowly rolled through the radio bands again and again, straining to hear something besides white noise. There was nothing but static, not even from this position atop a radio tower atop a mountain. The absence of a radio signal on the tower wasn’t proof that no radio stations were broadcasting anywhere; AM radios transmitted more powerfully at night, a frustrating paradox with a solar radio that only worked in sunlight. Maybe I was still out of range of city radio stations.
Maybe when I approached Augusta, my radio would give me some advance warning of organized human activity. Or maybe not. Maybe the solar radio was capable only of producing static under any circumstances. So why didn’t I throw it away as useless weight? I suppose because it was one of the last technological treasures in my universe: a little radio that made static when it was aimed at the sun.
A funny thing about static noise is that you can start to hear things in it that are not real. Auditory hallucinations, Lisa had called them. Streams, waterfalls, and rustling trees can also play music or talk to you, when you’re ready to listen—and when you’re starving, you’re always ready to listen.
The static resolved into repeating fractal patterns, or maybe I was listening too intently. The old Pearl Jam song “Black” crept into my mind as I aimed the solar cells at the sun and slowly rotated the AM dial. The song’s refrain was playing clearly in my head, but I could recall only a few of the words: “And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass of what was everything.”
Why couldn’t I remember more of the lyrics, when the wordless chorus was so clear in my head? I tried to picture the band and the singer, and got nothing at all. They were just a rock band, so what? But I also couldn’t remember the faces of the missing real people in my life. Videos, emails, texts, skypes, youtubes, an infinity of images—all those faces turned out to be mass-deletable, both from the digital ether and from my own mind. I had believed that those memories were permanent and everlasting, and then they were gone in a blink. In my mind, only the faces of Roger and Lisa remained clear.
There were a thousand generations of humanity before the advent of photography, much less emails and the internet. Now even sending a paper letter was an impossible feat. Microchips, radio vacuum tubes, even ordinary flashlight batteries now belonged to the realm of science fiction.
The tower below me had once hummed with power. Down below, the easy copper had been hacked out where optimistic looters were able to get at it. They hadn’t gotten around to the cables in the conduits running upward between the legs before they’d quit. I hoped that the wire they did get did them some good. Part of a salvaged power grid? Bracelets and charms, more likely. The tower and all around it were ruins, already returning to the forest.
An electrical engineer I’d met during the first autumn after the Rupture had given one possible explanation for the cascade of technological disasters. Within a few weeks after the power went out, when the internet and telephones were a memory and nobody was getting paid, management and work crews of critical infrastructure sites began to melt away. With the cities on fire, the government could not keep infrastructure workers chained to their desks, not when their own families were in peril. Even the police and military deserted in droves.
The satellites, unguided by their ground control stations, began to tumble into irretrievable orientations, experienced orbital decay, and eventually came back down to earth. Without satellites, modern communications of almost every kind faltered and failed, and the world was no longer sufficiently knitted together to conduct the necessary technological business of the modern global society.
Billions of people believed that Homo sapiens had achieved a permanent higher station since the retreat of the last great ice age. Unlike destruction by a slowly grinding ice sheet, however, all our technological modernity was swept away in a blink. The last live radio programming I’d heard had been from an AM station out of Knoxville that lasted for a few weeks after the power went out. And there was a canned FEMA broadcast alleging to be from the nation’s capital, but that radio frequency, too, had gone silent.
How had it all happened so fast? I had a master’s degree in history, and I understood enough of it to come up with a few theories to explain what had happened, at least in the broad strokes.
Modern society was engineered for the maximum production of profits, providing the maximum comfort for the maximum population, using mankind’s most cutting-edge technical trickery and marketing magic for leverage. Maximum profits for producing maximum pleasures, and it would only get more maximum forever, as humanity’s greatest minds piled one technological miracle atop another, leading to ever-rising standards of living for most of the world’s billions of people. Onward and upward the towers of our modern cities soared into the sky as the suburbs spread outward and merged.
At least that’s how it was supposed to work. And it did work, for quite a while. But a few novelties unique to our time went almost unnoticed. Never before in history had so many been fed by so few, from so far away. By the end, our cities had grown into traps, with the easy creature comforts they promised as the bait. Billions of people moved into these technological beehives, where food, shelter, and (sometimes) work could be found in close proximity. City life was easier for the worker bees, and more profitable—and more controllable—for the queens.
That is, until the digital blood of the global communications network froze in all its infinite circuitry, and the machinery seized up and jammed in place. Suddenly left to their own nearly nonexistent devices, cut off from the food from distant agro-business farms, the inhabitants of our densely packed cities panicked and looted the stores and other food sources like locusts. After that, if the occasional travelers were to be believed, they literally consumed themselves. It was the modern consumer society’s final stage: Consumer, consume thyself. Did I, myself, see it? No. But what I saw with my own eyes in small-town and rural America left me in no doubt about what had taken place in the cities.
A popular historian from the end of the last century named Fukuyama had referred to the end of history, with an evolved mankind finally the master of the universe and his fate within it. Hardly the master, as it turned out. Instead, for decades we had lived inside an increasingly delicate techno-bubble, floating ever higher on digital money created from thin air, and we believed it was all as permanent as the pyramids!
As a history teacher, I considered it a massive conceit by modern man to denigrate as backward the long-lasting civilizations that existed before electricity, electronic gadgets, wireless devices, and computers. Earlier generations had built the great cathedrals, universities, and defensible walled cities on the surplus bounty of the nearby lands and the manual labor of the local folk. Buildings that have stood through the centuries, monuments to the past.
Modern man built illusions of wealth instead. In the end, the glittering high-definition wall screens were just dream merchants, presenting the convincing chimera of a perpetual cornucopia. But even the illusion of modern wealth was convincing when the abundance reached our doors. Thanks to the modern miracle of global communications and computer networks, the bounty always arrived just in time, from fish captured two oceans away to our daily bread trucked hundreds of miles to our tables. Fresh flowers and succulent fruit from other continents were jetted to our local markets within a day. And we believed it was all real, because it was real, at least for a while.
But the edible products that once filled our supermarkets typically passed through a dozen processing steps in a series of plants and factories before their final delivery. It was a networked ballet choreographed by powerful computers across thousands of miles. All the purchase orders and inventories existed somewhere in the cyber cloud. All payment was by electronic fund transfer, with digital currency zipping along optical fibers and between microwave antennas on mountaintops and satellites in space. Paper had disappeared so long ago that it didn’t even exist as a meaningful backup. At best, it was used for in-house emergency record keeping, and was useless for conducting modern trade.
For those millions of people without sufficient money, the government thoughtfully zapped electronic dollars onto their Electronic Benefit Transfer cards. Money for nothing, and your kicks for free—what could possibly go wrong? Especially with so many millions of the welfare recipients packed tightly into cities where nothing grew except illiteracy, crime, and rage.
A global delivery system optimized by the power of high-speed computation was a modern miracle that turned into a curse when it disappeared. The global network’s undeniable efficiency was a tempting siren, a fatal mirage that lured its victims into barren deserts or out onto stormy seas, far beyond safety or even rescue.
There was not enough food in the warehouses to endure seven weeks of famine, much less seven years. The perfection of the just-in-time delivery system meant that, like the finest Swiss watch, it had to work perfectly or it would not work at all. Like binary code: one or zero. All or nothing.
Any critical step collapses, any vital link fails, and the chain may break. At the Rupture, dozens of steps collapsed at once, and the entire machine stalled and ground to a halt, beginning with the hundreds of thousands of freight-carrying eighteen-wheelers that ran out of diesel fuel within a matter of days. They were looted and stripped to the axles where they came to rest.
It was a little better at first in the rural and semi-rural areas, at least as far as I had personally witnessed in Tennessee and North Carolina. Farmers with trucks that still ran could take their produce to market, for as long as they had fuel. They just couldn’t get paid for their efforts. Hand-written IOUs and good intentions can’t buy gasoline or diesel fuel from looted stations. Or animal feed or crop seed, or anything edible to humans.
Sometimes in history there are social mega-tsunamis when demographic, cultural, and technological waves collide, sending up super-nodes that can be quite spectacular to observe from the distance and safety of a history textbook. They are much less enjoyable to experience personally. Pile up enough Kondratiev Waves and you might wind up at the end of a thousand-year super-cycle, this time with technology as the new rocket fuel poured on the fire.
Without food coming into the cities, latent societal fault lines exploded in a chain of sympathetic detonations. The young pushed aside the older generation that they blamed for sucking the system dry. The urban fought the rural when the cities were first emptied of food and then hope and then people. The devoutly religious battled the strident secularists. Big-government socialists, including most law enforcement, battled the libertarians and conservatives. Cross-racial tribalization fractured the fragile multicultural checkerboard.
When the power went out and the panic stampede for the last food commenced, all the fault lines ruptured at once. The government, from local to federal, never had a prayer of containing the explosion of violence and destruction that accompanied the Great Starvation.
The horror was totally unimaginable even a week before the screens went dark and everything in our world went haywire. Unimaginable because the ubiquitous entertainment screens were perfect for one thing (and they kept this distinction right to the end): distracting the masses. Better than any mule’s blinkers, the pleasure screens both attracted the eyes and fed the mind happy messages. Whatever you wanted, they were serving it 24/7 on a thousand television channels and a million interactive websites. Pick your poison. Entertain yourself to death.
What was the name of that pop star vixen at the last Super Bowl? She was wearing a dominatrix outfit with shiny sharpened rivets in the usual places. And where did she come by her Aldous Huxley, singing “hug me till you drug me, kiss me till I’m in a coma,” nearly word for word from Huxley’s Brave New World? No doubt she’d never read a book in her life, much less that one.
Before the collapse, the high-def screens had allowed each watcher to choose from a virtual infinity of customizable fantasies, but there was usually nothing behind those magical glass windows but a plasterboard wall and another stark habitation cubicle built the other way around for the next inhabitant over. Within the dying hive there was no incoming food, fuel, or running water. Not even electricity to move the stale air.
Soon after the screens went black, the pharmacy-dispensed medications ran out as well, the cold-turkey withdrawal pouring more fuel on our raging social fires. Our Brave New World featured Huxley’s “Christianity without the tears,” until the Soma was gone. A gram is better than a damn, until there are no more grams left but plenty of damnation to go around—and people are damned mad when they’re starving.
If you ask me, looking back, our society went mad long before the Rupture. Who could honestly believe that modern first-world economies could continue to borrow half their annual operating costs from their own future generations, and from foreign banks and foreign governments that were likewise borrowing from their future generations? When in history has that sweetly delusional practice ever lasted more than a few generations before cracking up? Never, that I am aware of.
Frankly, for the rapidly diminishing minority of us left who were neither mathematically nor historically illiterate, the years before the Rupture were like living on the slopes of Vesuvius around AD seventy-something, while sniffing the stink of sulfur on the wind. What’s all that smoking and rumbling? a few of us asked. Smiling mainstream media news anchors answered: We’re not sure, but rest easy. Top government experts are studying it, and they will have a full report ready soon.
In the meantime, pop another Soma and switch back to Celebrity Nation. A gram is better than a damn, so why not make it two? Who needs old-fashioned morality when we have fashioned a brave new reality better suited to our own modern tastes? New and improved, by Ford! Just Google it. Remember Google? Gone with the wind.
I’m just a former world history teacher, but I believe that the edifice of Western Civilization was already rotten and hollowed out long before the final collapse—and it was an inside job by cultural traitors. The final toppling required only a light touch. By the end the Fabians’ disciples in politics and education had rendered Western man impotent, emasculated, ridiculed for his very maleness. Men were unneeded and unwanted by the brave new world’s brave new mommies.
And what of modern woman? Increasing numbers were too busy with their newly unleashed career opportunities and personal ambitions to have children. Or they were simply too busy partying through their fertile years to bother to produce a next generation. And if a modern woman still wanted a human baby for a pet or a social statement or as a passing whim, a turkey baster and a petri dish could do the trick just as well as those vestigial appendages of the human species, those stinking Neanderthal knuckle-draggers formerly known as men.
By the end, boy toddlers were suspended from school for pointing their fingers like guns: their brainwashing couldn’t begin too soon. What a disaster for the progeny of the ancient Saxons, the Celts, the Vikings, the Normans, the Gauls, the Franks, and all the tribes who built the great universities and cathedrals of Europe!
In the end their offspring were reduced to the degraded state of reservation Indians, fed a hundred brands of Soma and Victory Gin, legal by prescription or illegal with a wink, knowingly led into the fatal addiction of welfare dependency. Turn on and tune out; nobody will judge you. The smiling government agent will both purchase your Soma and pay you for your perceived disabilities out of the same bottomless digital bank.
The cultures that built the cathedrals and universities of Europe were deconstructed and defeated from within by the prophets of post-modern anarchy and nihilism, a priesthood of elite traitors who knowingly poisoned the vigor of their own once-proud societies.
Sufficiently weakened, these cultures were then beset from without by the disciples of a seventh-century madman who fashioned a cult of desert pirates so cruel and destructive that its most faithful adherents ban music, burn and blow up ancient churches, obliterate statues of the Buddha with artillery shells, and stone victims of rape to death for adultery. These alien desert pirates had been ushered through the city gates by the same Fabian traitors, who, not up to the ultimate job of strangling their own cultures, allowed its final assassins to infiltrate and amass to strike for the kill.
Jean Raspail, where is your Camp of the Saints today? Our civilization disappeared in the long night, leaving us strangers in our own newly strange lands even before the final Rupture that tore everything and everyone down—rich and poor, saints and sinners, the good, the bad, and the ugly alike.
In the crisis that befell us, metrosexual males who recently obsessed over their own appearances couldn’t even protect themselves, much less any stray women, orphaned children, or the lost elderly of their extended clans. These pitiful Peter Pans perished outright, or they were captured and enslaved, abused without mercy, and finally consumed for food. Mohicans every last one, their tribes were not even mourned in extinction, because they were already launched upon a voluntary-human-extinction project even before the electronic coup de grace was applied.
We were a generation too busy staring at shimmering pleasure screens even to reproduce, until the moment that the fantasy windows winked to black and reality crashed down. A great truth was learned, too late: pixels, bytes, and digits do not endure when the networks driving them explode in clouds of zeros and ones and disappear forever.
And no disappearing digits loomed larger during the Rupture than those on 50 million “Electronic Benefit Transfer” food-stamp cards. The wisdom of a thousand generations of hard reality teaching stern frugality had been wiped out, encouraging generations of near imbeciles to reproduce without limit—as long as those warm bodies could be rendered into votes for the Big-Government Party (left and right versions). “It’s free, swipe your EBT” became a mantra of the age. It was racist to protest.
Instead of the historical level of under 5 percent out-of-wedlock births, guaranteeing a strong foundation of family life to undergird each new generation, we’d rocketed to an unprecedented rate of over 50 percent, the first Bastard Nation in modern history. Some 90 percent of the men incarcerated in prison were raised by fractured family fragments, and often didn’t know their own fathers. We shrugged these facts off as insignificant byproducts of modernity, and partied on.
Natural laws learned over thousands of years were mocked, ridiculed, overturned, and even outlawed. Toward the end, homosexual drill sergeants prowled the barracks grooming receptive teenage recruits. Hey, we were told, it’s their business, and who are you to judge them? Later, they could get married in the post-interfaith worship center by a military spiritual advisor (“chapels” and “chaplains” having been purged from the lexicon for favoring the Christian faiths) and then move on to adopting children.
And finally, the last old-guard bunker to fall: the Boy Scouts, completing the cycle of government-approved sodomite corruption. For a century the Scouts were morally straight? According to whose definition of straight? So why shouldn’t adult homosexual Scout leaders share tents with teenagers in our brave new world? Don’t be a homophobe, we were told. Each child can make his or her own free choice about their gender identity, but now with helpful adult mentors to guide them along the formerly forbidden paths.
If it feels good, do it. Or have it done to you. Or even do it unto the little children. Tommy wants to become Tomasina before heading to kindergarten? Her brave new mommy agrees? A government-provided surgeon will perform the “gender reassignment” operation. And if kindergarten isn’t soon enough to put the kids on the unrepressed road to gender identification, then start them on Heather Has Two Mommies and Prince and Prince cartoon books in the government-subsidized day care centers.
Smiling experts assured us that we were merely throwing off the shackles of our repressed sexualities. Dissent is hate, and hate is not tolerated around here, mister, so shut up and get with the program. Well, I couldn’t get with the program, so I quit my public high school job. As a world history teacher, moving from a public school to a Christian academy (at less pay and fewer benefits) gave me a couple more years of insulation from the social wreckage cascading down.
I kept looking up for the big asteroid, but we didn’t need God to smite us from outer space. In the end, we smote ourselves with our hubris, believing that we were replacing God’s wisdom with our own. The proud decadence and in-your-face cultural perversions didn’t cause the Rupture, but they were surely flashing red signs warning that the end was near.
It must be the history teacher in me who always seeks historical precedents and comparisons. The former USSR, with the full power of a mass-murdering totalitarian state behind it, attempted for seventy-five years to create a new society of atheist but socially altruistic New Soviet Men—and failed utterly to achieve it. The Soviets considered this a goal worth slaughtering tens of millions of their countrymen, and they still couldn’t achieve it. Not even across four generations and with an entire archipelago of Gulag slave labor camps.
But not even the mass-murdering Soviet rulers were foolish enough to attempt to outlaw sexual differences and mandate a New Genderless Person in the name of perfect political correctness. What sane person in the United States could possibly have thought that our own vastly more ambitious experiment in social re-engineering would turn out any better than the simpler economic revolution attempted by the USSR?
Our modern human folly is so easy to understand in retrospect. A gullible generation or two can be brainwashed into believing that up is down, that there is no absolute wrong or right, and that the old natural laws can be abolished according to the social and political fashions of the age.
But of course even widely held false beliefs are not the same as the truth. The belief that the law of gravity has been repealed as being unfair to the heavy can easily be tested with a single step away from a cliff. The enduring truths of other supposedly outdated natural laws took longer to test, but in the end the proofs were just as conclusive, and just as fatal, but on a much vaster scale.
When the Rupture occurred, it had been a hundred generations since Jesus carried His cross up Calvary. What a conceit of history to believe that we, uniquely among the generations that had come before, had mastered the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse and put them behind us for all time. Health and hunger reduced to economic equations and tax policies. Fukuyama’s End of History.
We believed that we had created a Brave New World, where candy-cane lies and Santa Claus promises could trump hard reality at the election booth every two years. But if all good things must come to an end, how much sooner must the corrupt and the unreal collapse into rubble and tears? Imbalances so great, in a machine running at such a high speed, could only result in calamity when the connecting struts gave way and the beast flew apart.
When was the last generation that saw such a population drop as after the Rupture? When was a population reduced to such a point that nobody was in a position even to estimate it? The Black Death of the 1300s reduced Europe’s population by a third, but even that wasn’t a truly global event. Cromwell’s invasion of Ireland in the 1600s? The Thirty Years’ War in Europe? Paraguay in the 1860s? As horrific as they were, those democides were localized events.
But what in God’s name is happening in America’s cities, if not a word comes out of a solar-powered radio high up a mountaintop tower, and not a single jet contrail can be seen across a sapphire blue Southern Appalachian sky?
Or is it me? Have I survived past my due date in remote isolation, like the Japanese soldier who hid in caves on Guam, unaware that World War II was long over? But if that’s the case, then why can’t I see a moving vehicle, or a waft of smoke from a distant ridgeline?
Oh, what I’d give for an hour-long hot soapy shower to erase three years’ worth of stink! I want to throw away these rancid buckskins and change into clean, dry cotton. Then slip between clean, dry sheets and sleep without fear for a dozen hours on a soft mattress and pillows. Then wake up and put on new clothes that were not cut off of corpses and crudely resewn, or made from animal skins. Oh, to rejoin civilization, if it still exists! Knight-errant seeks castle. Will teach a variety of subjects for room and board. Make me an offer.
I spent two months of my second snowed-in winter with only a Bible for a companion. This experience had left random Bible passages liable to float up into my mind at various times, like the suggestions in a Magic 8-Ball. Passages like Romans 1, for example. Then there was something in Psalm 106 about the Canaanites killing their own babies in order to pursue inventions and go whoring. The God of the Bible was not pleased in either case. There was one from Revelation — where else? — that came into my mind.
“Standing far off for the fear of her punishment, crying Alas, that great city Babylon, that mighty city, for in one hour your judgment has arrived!”
The new Babylon was a place where modern man grew so mighty—in his own estimation—that he replaced God’s hard-learned natural laws and eternal rhythms with his own latest impulses and basest desires. The new Babylon was where mankind gorged its morbidly obese body and deconstructed spirit on endless food and limitless pleasure, grew like a maggot fattening upon the bloating corpse of Western Civilization, and then burst and devoured itself in a final death-feast.
The man-machine social engine believed that it had become God, but all man-made constructions are imperfect. The bridge to the future supporting humanity’s billions of lives was built of pixie dust suspended in the ether by magnetism. It all shattered to atoms when the props were kicked out from under the whirling techno-machine, and we all had to live on what we could grow or raise within our eyesight without murdering each other.
It had to happen sooner or later, and it happened sooner. We couldn’t even pump clean drinking water without electricity. Electricity was the oxygen we breathed, and without our technology, we died like stranded astronauts on an abandoned space station. Ground control to Major Tom, your circuit’s dead.
The primary lesson I have learned over the past three years is that it is much harder to build and sustain a stable and functioning civilization (even an admittedly imperfect one) than it is to destroy a pretty damn good civilization in the name of establishing utopian perfection by government decree.
And maybe if we hadn’t gone insane first, we might have kept it all running for a while longer.
Modern mankind’s quest for utopian perfection was a form of mass delusion. Computers lent a veneer of artificial wisdom, but they were simply powerful yet fragile tools, tools which extended our society far out over a worst-case precipice. In the end the price of computerized perfection was all or nothing, and in the pursuit of all, we wound up with nothing. The glittering screens were pretty while they lasted, but they turned into broken glass in our bitter hands.
We were led into the desert by sirens, luring us there with mirages. Alas, our brave new Babylon!
Now it’s time to descend from this broken tower and get moving again toward the sea. My route is laid in a series of compass bearings that eye-level terrain will prove laughable within a mile. No matter: it won’t take a Davy Crockett to find a river and build a raft. Southeast fetches the Chattooga River and my possible deliverance.
Adjusting my bow, I went to all fours on the cold steel grating and crawled toward the rungs. For a moment I was facing toward the path I had hiked up the snowy slope. On the far side of the tumbled upper sections of the radio tower was a line like a zipper in the thin snow, where footprints had melted and exposed the dark leaves beneath. My own fresh prints on the near side were not melted. We had either crossed trails a few days ago, or we might sometime in the near future. I was down the rungs and into the trees like a weasel, feeling watched every moment.
Now, southeast goes the hunter — after a closer look at those tracks.
Matthew Bracken is the author of the Enemies Foreign and Domestic trilogy, Castigo Cay, and The Bracken Anthology, which includes “Alas, Brave New Babylon.” The author gives permission to copy and reprint the whole story, as long as proper attribution and link-backs are given.