[Vientiane, 1/16/20] Shanghaied onto this Jewjab Genocide cruise to hell, we must contend with lesser swindles. Due to lockdowns, supply chain disruptions, energy cut offs, social chaos, unchecked crime, porous borders, untilled land and sabotages of infrastructure, billions of people will become refugees, and keep in mind these include internal ones, such as those millions who have fled California. Among the adrift will be crooks of all kinds, for homeless desperation has always been their hotbed.
I wish I could make a small contribution. I've recently turned 65 and I'm on a very small Social Security fixed income that is not even adequate to pay fully for the room I rent in a house in what is essentially a ghetto. Last year in an interview the Social Security bureaucrats promised me a slightly better, higher monthly stipend. If I can get that raise I will contribute. In the mean time best regards, Linh Dinh and please keep writing and speaking the truth in a world of deceit.
I have read a lot of Cormac McCarthy, and “The Road” is his darkest piece by far. The world of “The Road” is dark and horrifying without any relief at all other than the father-son relationship itself. But the end is perhaps the most thought-provoking.
The death of the father is heartbreaking, and then the son fortuitously meets up with what will become his new “family.” What makes it thought-provoking to me is that on its surface, the end seems somewhat hopeful, until you ponder it a bit and realize that a world like that has absolutely no room left for hope—things will never get better in a lasting way. But then you must ask yourself--what really lasts in this world? Isn’t our hope that something better will take hold and endure just a question of how long a view we take?
Those that take the time to truly observe what is going on around us sense the train wreck that is coming. Their reactions vary. Some believe they can “ride it out,” and might even try to prepare somehow. Others stay in denial or avert their gaze. Still others hope, with some mixture of fear and selfishness, that things will somehow hold together long enough that they won’t have to be there for the end.
Yet many go blissfully on their way, and when they see or hear of anything disturbing, or experience that occasional mental dissonance, dismissively wave it off and convince themselves that somehow it will all work itself out. I guess it will, but likely not to their satisfaction. All things end, but not all things end well. As the ZeroHedge banner says, “On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.”
It's sad to ponder, but I cant help but to wonder if hunger, conflict and chaos aren't more the norm in human affairs than these "Belle Epochs" that we've been lucky and cursed enough to see sliding away, not so gracefully either.
This reminded me of the final story in William Gay's short story collection "I Hate to See That Evening Sun Go Down". It's pretty dark. Cormac McCarthy and William Gay are some of the darkest that I've encountered, dark but beautifully depicted. What's with Tennessee? Thank you Linh.
When I was a kid I heard lots of stories of escape from eastern Europe at the end of WWII. A common thread was illegal acts necessary to escape, like for instane paying for forged papers, lying and so on. Paying attention to niceties of law and civilized behavior were not a success formula. The people who survive are more likely to be hustlers than upright citizens especially when a hostile military administration is in charge of your fate. Furthermore, you can't really prep for collapse. A good pair of shoes is your best asset when you're on the run. Strong family ties are also important. They're probably the only ones willing to share food with you, that's if you can find them.
Dark, Linh, DARK. Buck up dude! It's all true, okay? Yes, humans are generally scum. Animals, really, but far more ugly and vicious than animals ever could be. And yet? Rage, rage against the dying of the light. We're human too.
Ah, another day in Clown World...Linh, I bet you've seen the news item about Biden threatening Uganda with sanctions unless they overturn their anti-gay laws. Honestly, when I first read about it, I thought it might be a humorous item from The Babylon Bee.
My basic view of the future is that the only thing we know is that it will be different than we think it will be. Things are introduced and change we don't expect.
I think there is a strong possibility that the world will be divided into the countries flying the anal flag and those that don't. In the non anal countries life may continue for better or worse more or less as it has.
In the anal countries some will rebel. Others like America are too fat, are increasingly led by insane white women and worship the Jews too much to have much of a chance to reverse things.
There are some real wild cards on the table though:
1. AI. Will it really replace all jobs? If most jobs then the pressure to liquidate the useless eaters will increase
2. Nearly all population growth is in Africa. Some projections have it at 4 billion by 2050. How will that play out?
3. The elites desire for eternal life through cyborg tech and biochemistry.
I wish I could make a small contribution. I've recently turned 65 and I'm on a very small Social Security fixed income that is not even adequate to pay fully for the room I rent in a house in what is essentially a ghetto. Last year in an interview the Social Security bureaucrats promised me a slightly better, higher monthly stipend. If I can get that raise I will contribute. In the mean time best regards, Linh Dinh and please keep writing and speaking the truth in a world of deceit.
I have read a lot of Cormac McCarthy, and “The Road” is his darkest piece by far. The world of “The Road” is dark and horrifying without any relief at all other than the father-son relationship itself. But the end is perhaps the most thought-provoking.
The death of the father is heartbreaking, and then the son fortuitously meets up with what will become his new “family.” What makes it thought-provoking to me is that on its surface, the end seems somewhat hopeful, until you ponder it a bit and realize that a world like that has absolutely no room left for hope—things will never get better in a lasting way. But then you must ask yourself--what really lasts in this world? Isn’t our hope that something better will take hold and endure just a question of how long a view we take?
Those that take the time to truly observe what is going on around us sense the train wreck that is coming. Their reactions vary. Some believe they can “ride it out,” and might even try to prepare somehow. Others stay in denial or avert their gaze. Still others hope, with some mixture of fear and selfishness, that things will somehow hold together long enough that they won’t have to be there for the end.
Yet many go blissfully on their way, and when they see or hear of anything disturbing, or experience that occasional mental dissonance, dismissively wave it off and convince themselves that somehow it will all work itself out. I guess it will, but likely not to their satisfaction. All things end, but not all things end well. As the ZeroHedge banner says, “On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.”
I'm glad I am near the end of my life. The future does not look promising.
It's sad to ponder, but I cant help but to wonder if hunger, conflict and chaos aren't more the norm in human affairs than these "Belle Epochs" that we've been lucky and cursed enough to see sliding away, not so gracefully either.
This reminded me of the final story in William Gay's short story collection "I Hate to See That Evening Sun Go Down". It's pretty dark. Cormac McCarthy and William Gay are some of the darkest that I've encountered, dark but beautifully depicted. What's with Tennessee? Thank you Linh.
When I was a kid I heard lots of stories of escape from eastern Europe at the end of WWII. A common thread was illegal acts necessary to escape, like for instane paying for forged papers, lying and so on. Paying attention to niceties of law and civilized behavior were not a success formula. The people who survive are more likely to be hustlers than upright citizens especially when a hostile military administration is in charge of your fate. Furthermore, you can't really prep for collapse. A good pair of shoes is your best asset when you're on the run. Strong family ties are also important. They're probably the only ones willing to share food with you, that's if you can find them.
Dark, Linh, DARK. Buck up dude! It's all true, okay? Yes, humans are generally scum. Animals, really, but far more ugly and vicious than animals ever could be. And yet? Rage, rage against the dying of the light. We're human too.
let the truth be told even when no one cares to listen
Ah, another day in Clown World...Linh, I bet you've seen the news item about Biden threatening Uganda with sanctions unless they overturn their anti-gay laws. Honestly, when I first read about it, I thought it might be a humorous item from The Babylon Bee.
My basic view of the future is that the only thing we know is that it will be different than we think it will be. Things are introduced and change we don't expect.
I think there is a strong possibility that the world will be divided into the countries flying the anal flag and those that don't. In the non anal countries life may continue for better or worse more or less as it has.
In the anal countries some will rebel. Others like America are too fat, are increasingly led by insane white women and worship the Jews too much to have much of a chance to reverse things.
There are some real wild cards on the table though:
1. AI. Will it really replace all jobs? If most jobs then the pressure to liquidate the useless eaters will increase
2. Nearly all population growth is in Africa. Some projections have it at 4 billion by 2050. How will that play out?
3. The elites desire for eternal life through cyborg tech and biochemistry.
We definitely live in interesting times
Hi Linh;
Thank you for your continuous articles and great photography.
Another book that describes today's situation is "The camp of the saints" written in 1973 by Jean Raspail