I have not contributed much to the SHTF apocalypsism of this blog being a more down to earth kind of guy, without the philosophical sophistication of other journalists. Still, I was motivated to have a captain cook at the old Unz Review, and noticed that there is a lot of material along the same lines, showing that great minds think alike.
“Hoo-boy. She’s ready to explode, go high order. Smoking ruins, dead bodies, seething hatreds, and a country that can’t be put back together. It may not happen, but she looks ready. No one is in charge in this collapsing shell game of a country. In Louisville hundreds of armed blacks threaten to “burn the mother****** down,” meaning Louisville, if they don’t get their way. All cringe before them, with reason. They have guns. Larger numbers marched in Georgia, armed, ready to rock and roll. BLM says it will “go into the suburbs” to get Whitey. Who will stop them? Not the government. It fears them. Weimar Kentucky. An American Freikorps. America today in video. Scroll down to the New York footage. It’s Planet of the Apes. Gun sales are way up. A friend in Rhode Island went to a gun shop and found a long line outside. A columnist in Virginia was told that the other stores report long waitlists for prize arms, notably the AR 15. People are afraid, or fed up. They are arming. The spring winds. There is no leadership, no one in charge. In Trump we have perhaps the weakest President in history, mouthy, preening, ineffectual, much talk and no action. He did nothing while the rioters looted, burned, and vandalized, then disengaged himself from the pandemic, leaving decisions to the states. Much cawing and gaudy feathers, but no bird inside. Congress does nothing, one parry neutering the other and all bought and paid for by special interests, by Wall Street and the arms makers and the big corporations. Local governments submit to the rioters or stand aside as the burning goes on. This is not society. It is chaos. To collapsing countries these usually comes a man on a horse. A man with a big stick. You know, 1789, 1917, 1933.