May This War Not Be the Last
It’s been two years since I flew out of Hanoi. Chasing Covid to South Korea, I thought I would stay there for maybe a month, with a possible side trip to Fukuoka or even Osaka adding two more weeks. I never thought Covid would keep me out of Vietnam this long.
Now, we have the Ukraine crisis to drown out concerns about the Covid “vaccines,” health passport and deliberate destruction of Main Street. As fighting rages in Mariupol, Kharkov and Kiev, etc., hardly anyone is paying attention to the American Freedom Convoy. Bet you aren’t even aware it has reached Washington.
The savage suppression of the Canadian truck convoy has been memory holed, and Justin Trudeau is still standing, farcically. As unscarred as ever, Trudeau has the smooth face and hands of a freshman who has just moved into the dorm, with his comic books and favorite breakfast cereals.
Speaking to a group of Ukrainian-Canadians on 3/4/22, Trudeau lamented “a bit of a slippage in our democracies. Countries turning towards slightly more authoritarian leaders. Countries allowing increasing misinformation and disinformation to be shared on social media, turning people against the values and principles of democracies that are so strong.” Much harsher censorship is needed, Trudeau implied.
With an earnest delivery accompanied by too many hand gestures, Trudeau tried to sound grave, but only came off as an incoherent idiot. Who are these “slightly more authoritarian leaders”?! Certainly not Zelinsky or Trudeau himself, for he has just torched Canadian democracy, and if the values and principles of democracies were so strong, why would they be threatened by “slightly” authoritarian leaders?
Without a teleprompter, this half man is lost, “And that slippage, over the years, unfortunately emboldened Putin, and made him think he could get away with this.”
Far from just turning slightly towards authoritarianism, the West is lunging towards totalitarianism, with formerly free-spirited Australia and safest haven New Zealand being disfigured systematically, right out in the open, for the entire world to see.
“Democracy,” too, has been much degraded in meaning and substance, for Trudeau, like Zelinsky, was democratically elected.
Backed by a Jewish oligarch with three passports, Jewish Zelinsky got lots of TV exposure as a fake president before he became a nominally real one. Ukrainians were conditioned, seduced and charmed into embracing this icky actor. For a puppet, theatrical skills are paramount, so in the US, we had Obama and Trump as ace examples. What, then, are we to make of Biden?
With a population so clueless, impotent and cowed, even a mumbling corpse is sufficient. Hazy Joe’s installment after another fake election is the American deep state’s ultimate fuck you to all Americans, for they knew they could get away with it, with more to come. Americans still believe in their “democratic” elections. The main job of each American “president” is to enrage half the country into screaming for his apparent opposite. Biden, then, is doing great!
When Trump was elected, an obscure American professional wrestler toiling in Mexico became super hot by reinventing himself as a Trump freak. Strutting into the ring with a huge American flag emblazoned with Trump’s face, Sam Adonis would taunt Mexican fans to a degree that, watching him in Mexico City, I thought they might assault this unbearably obnoxious character. Later, fans who had just screamed for Adonis’ head lined up to get his autograph. Stunt over, Adonis was just this affable, Spanish-speaking dude from Pennsylvania. Unlike American voters, fans of lucha libre can differentiate between theater and reality.
Chasing Coronachan, I caught her in Albania, to learn she wasn’t all that. Like most of the world, I’m nauseated by that tiresome tease, but like you all, I can’t move on, for there’s an existential war in Ukraine threatening us all, not just those under the missiles and bombs.
With so much of the world’s wheat, oil, natural gas and fertilizer coming from Russia, it can retaliate against the West’s embargo by diverting these necessities to China, India and Pakistan, etc. Since it’s hard to believe the West didn’t see this coming, there are suggestions it’s deliberately inviting this catastrophe, for hasn’t the West already harmed its populations immeasurably with lockdowns and toxic vaccines? For decades, the Jewjacked West hasn’t operated in its own interest.
In coming months, Westerners will eat less, sit in the dark during rolling blackouts and, if they make it to next winter, freeze, unless they make a U-turn and kiss Putin’s ass, country by country. Individually, Westerners can flee from their more than slightly despotic governments. Like Ukrainians, they can become refugees, though without the fear of being blown to bits on some clogged highway. They have more time to plan this out, though much less than they think.
In 2015, I started a series of interviews, Escape from America, that have featured, so far, Americans living in Mexico, Costa Rica, Brazil, Hungary, France, England, Ukraine, Turkey and Philippines, etc. One man, 42-year-old Jonathan, has no fixed residence. Having visited a hundred countries, he’ll keep going until he’s seen them all. Jonathan made enough before age 40 to just travel.
When Covid vaccination was needed to enter most countries, Jonathan solved this problem with a fake vaccine card. Though he’s urged me to make one, complete with what kind of paper to use, I’ve resisted because I don’t need more anxiety at airports.
Emailing Jonathan, I suggested he get the hell out of Europe, if he was there. Cheerfully, he replied:
I’m stoked for war. Cleanse the degenerate West.
I’m in Seville Spain. Hopefully it stays irrelevant. The wind blows East from here, thankfully but who knows. Namibia probably the last remaining ‘safe space’ in a Nuke war. It would be hilarious if you and like 300 Namibs get to repopulate the planet :)
Having been here four months, I’ll add that its dealing with Covid is among the sanest I’ve experienced, and war or no, it’s safe enough, though I’m comparing it to rather deadly Philadelphia, my home for three decades. As for repopulating the planet, humanity is in deepest shit if I’m tasked with any of that, but who knows, maybe I can exercise myself into, ah, repopulating shape. One, two! One, two!
Jonathan followed up:
I think the only safe space is South America or the overly-melanated kleptocracies of sub-Saharan Africa. Northern Hemisphere will be obliterated, East Asia will either starve or freeze or boil to death depending on their 100% imported energy and food needs. Can you imagine Singapore without air conditioning? It literally couldn’t exist. Nor Korea without rice.
Hitler, as always, had the right idea: flee to Patagonia or one of those creepy German villages near Curitiba. Repopulate the earth with imported Russian war widows from a comfortable distance. Getting the girls down there might be difficult, but if their OnlyFans accounts get cancelled, then they don’t have many other options.
To another friend in Spain, 80-year-old Jack, I also suggested he come to Namibia, but since his Russian wife has been dragged through eight houses in five countries in 15 years, there’s no way she’ll move to another one, especially on an unfamiliar continent. To escape Covid madness in France, they have only been in Spain a few months. Before meeting Jack, she had lived in just one house her entire life.
That’s also true of most people throughout history. Most just want to be left alone to perform their daily tasks, walk down the same streets, visit the same stores and converse with the same friends. Even if they’re worn out and bored, it’s preferable to being thrusted into the unknown, especially violently.
I know a Saigon man in his mid 70’s who has played Chinese chess nearly each day of his adult life, with the same set of people. His one trip abroad, to Cambodia, he detested, “It’s not our country.”
To be a refugee, then, is a much-dreaded option and last recourse, but if one is threatened with artillery shells, starvation or an insufferable system, one must run. Thanks to your tax dollars and soldiers, millions have done so your entire life, though none can appear on your radar for more than a blink. It’s sixth rate entertainment. Let’s get back to the ballgame.
You disavow responsibilities for electing your mass murderer in chief. Even if you voted for a losing candidate, you sanctioned your “democratic” process by participating, thus endorsing your blood drenched system.
Some among you even mock refugees. When Afghanistan collapsed, Andrew Anglin gleefully barked, “Run, faggots, run!” Now, instead of just dismissing or arguing about people fleeing from terrors bearing your fingerprints, you too will run, if only within your borders.
There are choices, small towns vs. cities, red vs. blue states, coastal vs. inland, homogenous vs. diverse. Many hope that with enough rice, beans and cans of tuna, they can ride this out in their triple locked basement.
It’s interesting to note how many American dissidents live overseas, such as Whitney Webb, C.J. Hopkins, Morris Berman, Fred Reed and the late Joe Bageant, etc., but it’s no surprise when you consider they have no role in their sick society. Long before cancel culture, they were marginalized, if not erased. Only morons and liars are promoted.
All kinds of Americans have left. In Tirana, I ran into a musician in his early 40’s busking in Turkish, but it turned out he was an American! A secondary school teacher from Kansas, Dandelion Lakewood had been drifting through Europe for 5 1/2 years, mostly in the Balkans and Turkey. Unlike Jonathan of 100 countries and counting, Dandy had just what he earned that day, but he was visibly happy, for he was out of the USA.
Since Dandy had a YouTube page, I checked in recently to find out he was still in Albania, but squatting in a concrete bunker, one of 173,371 built by the crazed Communist dictator, Hoxha. Though most have been destroyed, there are still many left, with some right in the middle of cities.
Even without electricity, running water or heat, Dandy would rather be there than back in Kansas, it’s obvious. In one video, he shows off his new pad.
Facing the ocean, long-haired and bearded Dandy strums a baglama and sings “Keleşo” [“Bandit”] in Kurdish, with as much soul as ever, for he was home. Down the cliff, hirsute goats stroll. Waves break.
“O Bandit, rootless one,
The love of my heart is your soul.”
Though paranoid Hoxha ordered all those bunkers for an invasion that never came, they will be useful for future wars, assuming there are many more, if we’re lucky.
It has really come to this.