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Writer's pictureL. Roy Aiken

State of the Apocalypse, 80th Anniversary of Pearl Harbor Edition, 7 December 2021

Updated: Jul 5, 2022

What a long, strange trip it's been from this time last year.

 

What is the Internet angry about today? Nothing in particular, it turns out. There is some mention of the 80th anniversary of the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor and the puppet-in-chief attending official ceremonies, but it’s played very low-key, as if Biden’s puppet masters are careful not to rub in the recently apprehended fact that America is no longer America and much of the history we’ve been celebrating for years has been a lie. The memes of Allied troops approaching the Normandy beaches with thoughts of “Boy, I’m so glad to be doing this so my granddaughter can be groomed as a prostitute by Muslim migrants!” et al., are already a guaranteed post on either Memorial Day and Veterans Day. No need to incite the Pearl Harbor variant on what our supposed victory in World War II got us in 2021.


Speaking of variants, even the latest manufactured panic over the COVID Variant of the Month feels dialed back today. I’m still marveling at how that modified version of the original COVID-19 found its way into the San Luis Valley in November, sickening and even killing some people. Curiously, this genuine pandemic, coming 18 or more months after the media-hyped false pandemic, was not as celebrated one would expect from the ha-ha-shoulda-got-the-vaxx types. It’s been hardly acknowledged as an outbreak, despite its virulence and spread.


Since when have our local health departments missed an opportunity for lockdowns and mask misery? Whoever is calling the shots behind the scenes is letting this one go.


I can’t help wondering if the soft-pedal/low-key approach has to do with the surprising reaction to the trailer for the “adult” animated feature Santa Inc. trailer, in which the great majority of commentators noted that this vulgar insult towards Christians and their traditions was written, directed, starred, and produced by a certain ethnographic minority famously hostile towards Christians—and wildly overrepresented in the executive suites of media, finance, entertainment, etc. There is a sense of things having been taken too far. That story has since been squashed, but the same ethnographic which cheered and sneered at the body count in Waukesha are curiously quiet now.


In any event, it is instructive to compare and contrast the general mood of the U.S. one year after the stolen election, when many people still held out hope that President Trump would “cross the Rubicon” or that at least Vice President Mike Pence would refuse to certify the election on 6 January. I remember the bad feeling I had then. I got no relief whatsoever for having my most pessimistic prognostications vindicated.


Since January, so much has gone on beneath the surface, socially and culturally. Most of Donald Trump’s base, media rumblings of a 2024 presidential run aside, has entirely abandoned him out of anger and disgust. Trump not only did not “cross the Rubicon” by invoking the Insurrection Act and making arrests, he pardoned rappers and Israeli spies instead of Julian Assange and the people enticed, entrapped, and locked away without bond during the staged “insurrection” of 6 January. Trump still lives on in the heads of many a silly TV watcher, but he’s done. Finished. Yesterday’s news.


I do not intend to absolve Trump, especially for abandoning his supporters of 6 January—he could have at least said something—but as for everything else, what could he have done? Everyone on his staff, every judge he appointed, finked out on him. I frankly don’t think President Trump was in charge at all throughout his last year in office. The more one looks back on the multiple fink-outs—remember all that enthusiasm for General Mad-Dog Mattis? how did that work out?—it's debatable whether Trump was in charge at all during his tenure. Not that any of that matters now.


Anyway, Orange Man Bad is gone, a sideshow for the suckers on both sides. The most pressing issue for those paying attention is what happens when more than half of the U.S. electorate understands that voting, at least at the federal level, is a charade. More than half of the country, most of them the kind of people who actually make and maintain and grow things, are entirely checked out of the game. Most of us have never imagined living in a situation like this, yet here we are. Speculation is not even a fun game at this point. Our rulers are a particularly vicious and vindictive bunch. We’ll just do the best we can as quietly as we can, one day at a time.


Despite all the provocations towards violence, the Christmas parade massacre of white children in Waukesha, Wisconsin, by a racially motivated black being the latest as of this writing, there is no violence. It’s generally understood among the kind of people who own firearms for defense that any organized effort among them will be infiltrated and crushed with vigor, the final result being a moral justification on the part of the government for outlawing and seizing all firearms.


If anything happens, it will something like what started off the final war of secession in H.A. Covington’s Northwest Republic books. That’s the best shot for anything at all going down—and a very long one, at that. If anything close to a community rebellion against an FBI/ATF home invasion takes place, you’ll only know it happened because that’s the day the Internet went down for a week. It will be a long time before word gets to us, and by that time it will be long over.


I don’t mean to be fatally blackpilled here. As a Christian, I see no way this is getting better until Christ Himself returns to claim his kingdom. The faceless powers that be control all communications along with the media narrative. They’re not just in the U.S., they are working globally to install the most universally oppressive and totalitarian regime in world history. Australia already has quarantine camps they try to soften the image of by showing young women in bikinis posing seductively on the shaded porches of quarantine shacks. It’s varying degrees of gray-washed misery all over, dependent on how much local governments can get away with.


Meanwhile, at least this year’s Christmas season isn’t shaping up to be a total disaster. I note that the supply-chain issues, once spoken of in apocalyptic terms, are no longer a problem. The shelves are more-or-less fully stocked where I am. The big news in grocery shopping for me this season is how much the eggnog has been cut back. They used to try and sell an autumn version, complete with jack o’ lantern on the carton, and sometimes flavored with pumpkin spice. That went on for ten years or more, and as of 2021 it’s over. I didn’t see eggnog until I drove all the way into Alamosa the day before Thanksgiving.


On a personal note, I’m happy to be writing again. My wife and I were part of the casualties of the pandemic that blew through here, and I did nothing in terms of writing beyond the occasional Facebook post the entire month. It was quite the transformative experience. More on that later.




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