Jerry Abbott
February 20th, 2004, 01:42 PM
In the early 20th century, Adolf Hitler and Germany offered the world a philosophy and a way of living that was probably the single hope for Mankind's effective surmounting of the disaster that is now nearly upon us. Hitler's ideas were arrogantly rejected. But National Socialism was the right way to live: in intelligent accord with nature. By refusing them, humanity incurred a penalty, and payment will soon be enforced by the laws of nature.
Since the 1960s, people in the know with the oil industry have been warning of the eventual depletion of fossil fuels. They've been saying that our world will be broken, civilization smashed, when the deposits of crude oil run out. Every informed prediction placed the onset of the cataclysm in the first half of the 21st century, with the troubles continuing until the early 22nd.
A Fuhrer would have heeded those warnings.
A Fuhrer would have begun in ample time to return the White world, as far as possible, to an economic system based in agriculture, using energy no faster than the sun provided it—except, possibly, for emergencies, which was the only proper use of fossil fuels all along.
A Fuhrer would not have allowed the Jews, or anybody else, to glamorize a decadent and wasteful society.
A Fuhrer would not have let agribusiness poison the world's topsoil with chemical fertilizers.
A Fuhrer would never permit the pursuit of short-term corporate profits to threaten the existence of his people.
National Socialism offered us genuine salvation in the 1930s. We chose the opium of materialism, the cocaine of Democracy, and the methamphetimine of decadent amusements, instead.
It's too late to be realizing those things now. There will never be a "Star Trek" world. We are all but finished as a technical species. The apocalypse is nearly at hand.
Read Energy and Human Evolution, and return here when done.
We've failed, and Earth will never get another chance produce a species able to climb out of its planetary cradle. We had a generous window of opportunity, and we lost it through treason and stupidity. We became deluded with the fantasies of Democracy, racial equality, and capitalism. The Jews, never ones to value eternal destinies, used these ideas as political weapons, but they were able to harm us so much only because we were criminally gullible.
You, the reader, have maybe 20 years to prepare, as best as you can, for the greatest dying-off of humans ever to happen. If you don't wish to be among the dead, you'd better get your ass in gear. Nine billion people may inhabit the world in 2050, but only one billion (or fewer) people will be alive in 2100. But the means of preparation will be available only for the next 20 years. Choose the part of the world you wish to be, and go there. Provision and fortify yourself against privation, happenstance, and banditry. Cities will be worse than the countryside, but the countryside will certainly not be safe.
Most people won't be prepared for food shortages, and desperate people fight for survival without regard for their own fault. Your past friendships will mean nothing. Deception and slyness will be everywhere. Charity will not bring you love, but hatred. When you reach the limit of what you can afford to give, those who didn't get any food will hate you, and those who are no longer getting food will also hate you for not handing over everything you have. The law? It won't protect you. Those who claim to represent "the law" will be the worst of the bandits, having the allegiance of the Have-Nots because they will be leading the hunt on the Haves. So tell no one about your preparations, except those who will share your survival niche with you. And don't even tell them more than they need to know.
The kind of betrayal most likely to bring death to you and your family is the betrayal that seems to be an innocent exchange of confidences. If your neighbor's wife is canny enough, she might "fish" for food revelations by confessing an indiscretion of some kind: "Don't tell Henry, but I cheated on him once with his boss in 1997, and I'm scared to death he'll find out one day." That's how women put social obligations on each other. Your wife now feels compelled to reveal a secret of a smiliar magnitude, or perhaps one a little less serious (in her mind), so she tells the neighbor's wife about the 3000 jars of peanut butter you bought to tide your family over until a resumption of hoe-and-spade agriculture can produce food again.
And that is what kills you and destroys your family. She might have revealed your secret without knowing its importance, but nonetheless she has betrayed you worse than she could have done by sleeping with every other man for ten miles around. Why? Your neighbor's wife will, of course, tell her husband about your provisions. They will, of course, tell their near relatives and best friends, who, in turn, will tell theirs about a source of ready food. All these people will gather at your neighbor's home, and, when enough have arrived, they will approach you to speak of the matter.
Once the secret is revealed, there's no way to call it back, unless you can quickly kill the person to whom it was revealed. Your wife probably won't realize what she has done until much later, unless the neighbor's wife chooses to flaunt the power she now has.
"You know, you really shouldn't have told me that. That much peanut butter could feed my own children for quite a long time. By this time tomorrow morning, I expect to see 1500 of those jars on my front doorstep. If they aren't there, then I'll have to tell the local sheriff about your food hoarding, and then you'll probably lose all of it. If the past is any guide, he might kick you out of your house and run you out of the community for good measure."
Your wife probably won't be able to kill your neighbor's wife. Even if she's stronger than the neighbor's wife, she's on their home turf and doesn't know which drawer the knives are kept in. But, most likely, the neighbor's wife won't be so arrogant as this. She will smile a wee little smile and say nothing, except to her husband after your wife is gone. Your wife might not think her conversation with the neighbor's wife was important enough to tell you about.
When your neighbors, and their backers, approach you, they will first flatter you on being such a wonderful humanitarian, and ask for charitable disbursements of peanut butter. You will refuse, saying that you can't afford to feed so many. Next, they will demand a "fair" division of the food. You will again refuse, saying that it's your food, not "the" food. You will remind them that they'd had as many opportunities to gather food, before the crash, as you'd had. Then, they will attack you. It's at this point that your wife, if she is watching, will first appreciate the enormity of her betrayal of your trust and her family's interest; she probably will not understand sooner.
If you are able to drive away the first attack, they will get reinforcements and attack again. Most likely, a local bandit will have risen to prominence by styling himself as a "sheriff," with his power based on his willingness to steal food from people who prepared themselves for hard times, distributing shares to his cronies, with a small portion set aside to share with, and thus motivate, informers. The next attack will bring an army to your doorstep, and your defenses will be overwhelmed. Your enemies will take from you all that you have, including your house. They might even kill you for "hoarding."
And it will all be done with many sanctimonious words about how "right" they are and how "wrong" you were. The winners, after all, write the history books.
These nasty circumstances will not last forever. But they will last for years, or perhaps decades. When those who are to die in the troubles have died, when all those who remain are able to support themselves without electricity or petro-chemicals, then people can begin to trust each other again. But not before. You must carry your family successfully through every one of the dangerous years; one mistake in all that time could find you wishing that you'd been hanged first, so you wouldn't have to watch your wife and children dying.
Since the 1960s, people in the know with the oil industry have been warning of the eventual depletion of fossil fuels. They've been saying that our world will be broken, civilization smashed, when the deposits of crude oil run out. Every informed prediction placed the onset of the cataclysm in the first half of the 21st century, with the troubles continuing until the early 22nd.
A Fuhrer would have heeded those warnings.
A Fuhrer would have begun in ample time to return the White world, as far as possible, to an economic system based in agriculture, using energy no faster than the sun provided it—except, possibly, for emergencies, which was the only proper use of fossil fuels all along.
A Fuhrer would not have allowed the Jews, or anybody else, to glamorize a decadent and wasteful society.
A Fuhrer would not have let agribusiness poison the world's topsoil with chemical fertilizers.
A Fuhrer would never permit the pursuit of short-term corporate profits to threaten the existence of his people.
National Socialism offered us genuine salvation in the 1930s. We chose the opium of materialism, the cocaine of Democracy, and the methamphetimine of decadent amusements, instead.
It's too late to be realizing those things now. There will never be a "Star Trek" world. We are all but finished as a technical species. The apocalypse is nearly at hand.
Read Energy and Human Evolution, and return here when done.
We've failed, and Earth will never get another chance produce a species able to climb out of its planetary cradle. We had a generous window of opportunity, and we lost it through treason and stupidity. We became deluded with the fantasies of Democracy, racial equality, and capitalism. The Jews, never ones to value eternal destinies, used these ideas as political weapons, but they were able to harm us so much only because we were criminally gullible.
You, the reader, have maybe 20 years to prepare, as best as you can, for the greatest dying-off of humans ever to happen. If you don't wish to be among the dead, you'd better get your ass in gear. Nine billion people may inhabit the world in 2050, but only one billion (or fewer) people will be alive in 2100. But the means of preparation will be available only for the next 20 years. Choose the part of the world you wish to be, and go there. Provision and fortify yourself against privation, happenstance, and banditry. Cities will be worse than the countryside, but the countryside will certainly not be safe.
Most people won't be prepared for food shortages, and desperate people fight for survival without regard for their own fault. Your past friendships will mean nothing. Deception and slyness will be everywhere. Charity will not bring you love, but hatred. When you reach the limit of what you can afford to give, those who didn't get any food will hate you, and those who are no longer getting food will also hate you for not handing over everything you have. The law? It won't protect you. Those who claim to represent "the law" will be the worst of the bandits, having the allegiance of the Have-Nots because they will be leading the hunt on the Haves. So tell no one about your preparations, except those who will share your survival niche with you. And don't even tell them more than they need to know.
The kind of betrayal most likely to bring death to you and your family is the betrayal that seems to be an innocent exchange of confidences. If your neighbor's wife is canny enough, she might "fish" for food revelations by confessing an indiscretion of some kind: "Don't tell Henry, but I cheated on him once with his boss in 1997, and I'm scared to death he'll find out one day." That's how women put social obligations on each other. Your wife now feels compelled to reveal a secret of a smiliar magnitude, or perhaps one a little less serious (in her mind), so she tells the neighbor's wife about the 3000 jars of peanut butter you bought to tide your family over until a resumption of hoe-and-spade agriculture can produce food again.
And that is what kills you and destroys your family. She might have revealed your secret without knowing its importance, but nonetheless she has betrayed you worse than she could have done by sleeping with every other man for ten miles around. Why? Your neighbor's wife will, of course, tell her husband about your provisions. They will, of course, tell their near relatives and best friends, who, in turn, will tell theirs about a source of ready food. All these people will gather at your neighbor's home, and, when enough have arrived, they will approach you to speak of the matter.
Once the secret is revealed, there's no way to call it back, unless you can quickly kill the person to whom it was revealed. Your wife probably won't realize what she has done until much later, unless the neighbor's wife chooses to flaunt the power she now has.
"You know, you really shouldn't have told me that. That much peanut butter could feed my own children for quite a long time. By this time tomorrow morning, I expect to see 1500 of those jars on my front doorstep. If they aren't there, then I'll have to tell the local sheriff about your food hoarding, and then you'll probably lose all of it. If the past is any guide, he might kick you out of your house and run you out of the community for good measure."
Your wife probably won't be able to kill your neighbor's wife. Even if she's stronger than the neighbor's wife, she's on their home turf and doesn't know which drawer the knives are kept in. But, most likely, the neighbor's wife won't be so arrogant as this. She will smile a wee little smile and say nothing, except to her husband after your wife is gone. Your wife might not think her conversation with the neighbor's wife was important enough to tell you about.
When your neighbors, and their backers, approach you, they will first flatter you on being such a wonderful humanitarian, and ask for charitable disbursements of peanut butter. You will refuse, saying that you can't afford to feed so many. Next, they will demand a "fair" division of the food. You will again refuse, saying that it's your food, not "the" food. You will remind them that they'd had as many opportunities to gather food, before the crash, as you'd had. Then, they will attack you. It's at this point that your wife, if she is watching, will first appreciate the enormity of her betrayal of your trust and her family's interest; she probably will not understand sooner.
If you are able to drive away the first attack, they will get reinforcements and attack again. Most likely, a local bandit will have risen to prominence by styling himself as a "sheriff," with his power based on his willingness to steal food from people who prepared themselves for hard times, distributing shares to his cronies, with a small portion set aside to share with, and thus motivate, informers. The next attack will bring an army to your doorstep, and your defenses will be overwhelmed. Your enemies will take from you all that you have, including your house. They might even kill you for "hoarding."
And it will all be done with many sanctimonious words about how "right" they are and how "wrong" you were. The winners, after all, write the history books.
These nasty circumstances will not last forever. But they will last for years, or perhaps decades. When those who are to die in the troubles have died, when all those who remain are able to support themselves without electricity or petro-chemicals, then people can begin to trust each other again. But not before. You must carry your family successfully through every one of the dangerous years; one mistake in all that time could find you wishing that you'd been hanged first, so you wouldn't have to watch your wife and children dying.