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The Professional Managerial Class (heretofore referred to as the PMC) has committed suicide, it just doesn't know it yet. This turn of events baffles me as much as anyone else: Why did they do it? Are they ever going to realize what they've done? The Coronapocalypse was the instrument of self-strangulation, and since it wasn't adequate to the task, the victim employed arson, rioting, looting, and murder in order to complete the job.

If we compare the PMC's condition to acute anorexia, it is a case of preferring the condition of death to that of being fat. In the PMC's case, the excess weight that must be ruthlessly cut is populism, and in the US, evil flab is represented by Donald Trump.

Not Ready To Die

The PMC is still living in a fairy tale they don't understand is over. For instance, there's a woman I know who is a perfectly pleasant snob. She lives in a gargantuan house on an estate size lot. Her husband is the money of the family. Almost all of her energy goes into scrubbing every surface of her mammoth home (her kids are grown up) and tidying for imaginary guests as she is largely antisocial. She is not formally diagnosed with the disorder as far as I know or care, but I suspect she has OCD in the form of compulsive cleaning. Her husband's career is tied to the success of the travel industry. In other words, they are in the unenviable position of an endangered species.

There's a PMC couple living in on the West Coast with two children. The husband is in asset management and his wife is a nurse. Family money is in play as one of the grandparents heavily subsidizes all of children and grandchildren. The kids have turned out to be disasters in most respects. The nurse is only person in her extended family who doesn't have a raging addiction to alcohol or worse, and she struggles against the tide of disaster that is the family she married into. Her husband cannot cook, cannot fix the sink, has never built so much as a wooden box, and doesn't know how to operate a lawnmower despite the fact his house sits on a lawn. To top it off, he is recently unemployed and there is no job for him to which to return. Unemployment subsidies will run out shortly and she is pregnant with her third child.

Another PMC I know depends on stock market dividends to survive. At least he can cook and fix a leaky faucet.

The PMC's mistake is the notion they can subsist on the post-COVID government gravy train forever. Because they live in an artificial, fragile bubble, they don't understand the value of practical skills or prepping. Until COVID hit, preppers were looked down upon as deplorable conspiracy theorists. When the S did hit TF, the inept former non-preppers hoarded toilet paper.

The PMC has no idea how to live simply, modestly, or sustainably. They don't grow tomatoes. They don't save seeds. They don't fix their own sinks. They're in trouble, but it is hard to pity them, because:

1. They are squarely to blame for the current predicament
2. They don't exist in a vacuum

Be Very, Very Afraid

By deliberately crashing the economy via the COVID overreaction and then extending the destruction via mask wearing, social distancing, and the endorsement of riots, the PMC has waged a terror campaign in order to maintain its rapidly-diminishing chokehold upon Western civilization. The PMC thought it would usher in the era of fully automated luxury communism via its mighty plandemic and wound up conjuring its own end in the form of a fetal Dark Age.

Destruction being what it is, the consequences of PMC clownery fall upon everyone. Make no mistake: the person who still pushes mandatory mask-wearing and the illegality of hugs and handshakes is directly responsible for the millions of businesses that have gone down the tubes and for the untold numbers of addicts who have relapsed, children who have been trafficked, and depressed people who have killed themselves out of despair. They have yet to deal with the full load of bad karma they've brought down upon themselves. There is just too much of it to arrive at once short of a large asteroid hitting the Earth.

There are five main industries the PMC has destroyed. They are travel, insurance, entertainment, education, and medicine. In an odd act of non-NIMBYism, the PMC brought the consequences of its actions into its own association-maintained backyard. That's why it has mystified me. I'm not shocked the PMC became literal terrorists and burned down buildings and killed people (Antifa and BLM). I just didn't think they would end themselves like this.

Travel

Travel is one industry that I believe will return within a decade, though I suspect it won't be in such a grandiose form. Airlines were already prone to bankruptcy before the Nothingburger Flu got blown out of proportion. What happens now after hotels in big cities can be commandeered at any time by maniac mayors as addict asylums? What happens to luxury stores when nobody wants to shop there because their contents are considered "reparations" by crazed BLM lunatics, to be reconnoitered by lethal force if necessary? Much of the travel industry existed based on the pretense that businesspeople needed to put their butts in chairs for endless in-person meetings. That is clearly over. The salt in the wound is travel being harder and knowing you can be kicked out of the country (or worse, be quarantined inside it) the next time a severe flu season is used as an excuse for political power overreach.

Insurance

The insurance industry only works if there is an economy to support it. When everyone and their uncle has an insurance claim because of an omni-disaster, the insurance company cannot pay claims. For instance, in Minneapolis where Democratic leadership enabled rioters to burn, loot, and murder with impunity, business owners are quickly running into brick walls when they try to get the money they paid in for that "just in case" scenario. There are only so many GoFundMes one can employ to save a repeatedly looted and burnt business. Like the salon owner who allegedly set up Nancy Pelosi by catching her without a mask at a government-forbidden hair appointment, at some point you have to cut your losses as a business owner and try to make a living far, far away. If every city in California wants so badly to become the next Detroit, the rest of the country cannot waste its time trying to stop it.

Entertainment

The moment of peak cringe for the entertainment industry is hard to pinpoint. I think the goofballs under the leadership of Gal Godot who banded together to sing Imagine, a song about opening borders and giving away everything you own, represent the moment where Hollywood died. I expect to see a gutting of the film and TV industries in years to come. Legacy TV and film producers, including the Disney sacred cow, can expect relentless scrutiny for pedophile activities. Heads could very well end up on pikes because of Pedogate. Professional sports killed itself via wokeness and has become a meme. Oprah, Ellen Degeneres, and Jimmy Kimmel, once adored, are now hated. Netflix has impaled itself on the Cuties stripper pole. Nobody in their right mind trusts CNN or MSNBC. John Legend and Chrissy Teigen are suspected of the nastiest forms of pedophilia, thanks to Chrissy Teigen's creepy tweets revolving around getting her "pedo on" and admitting to feeling like a criminal when she watches Toddlers and Tiaras. Tom Hanks became a Greek citizen for suspicious reasons that could have to do with being accused of being a pedophile by multiple sources.

Education

This is an area where the PMC has taken a hot, steaming dump in their own living room. What does a PMC university administrator do if pensions dry up (say the university ceases to exist and its assets are sold) and they are reduced to depending on Social Security? What do tens of thousands of them do if half of all colleges and universities go out of business in the next ten years?

What has gone unsaid for many, many years is the hard fact that most Americans don't go to college in search of an education. They go so they can gain the prestige of supposedly possessing an education as indicated by a diploma. They go in order to get laid. They go in order to find someone to marry, hence the saying "She went to college for her MRS degree". They go to college in order to experience friendship, and for some that means partying and experimenting with substances. But they absolutely, positively DO NOT GO so they can be locked in a small room in solitary confinement while connected to the outside world solely via a Zoom conference and a crappy mandatory food plan from the cafeteria.

Medicine

In the US, healthcare represents 17.7 percent of the real economy. Let that sink in for a minute. Heathcare is a racket. It is founded in blind superstitions, one of which is the belief that science in its current form is infallible and incorruptible. It is only within the last decade that a significant group of Americans have routinely dared to question their doctor's advice. Documentaries like Forks Over Knives and What The Health were the first foray into questioning the medical profession's conflicts of interest via its payouts from Big Pharma, Big Insurance, and Big Agriculture. There is still a long road to travel. On average, US medical schools offer only 19.6 hours of nutrition education over a four year university stint, according to a 2010 report in Academic Medicine. The cost of seeing a doctor for pinkeye or a routine UTI remains outrageous despite Trump gutting the Obamacare mandate. Personally, I have not had health insurance for several years and have only been able to afford it for a two year stint when my husband had employment with a company known for its great insurance benefits. In the US, one can only afford to see a doctor regularly if they are rich, which kind of defeats the purpose of health insurance, doesn't it? People like me learn to do whatever they can not to catch a cold -- we literally cannot afford to be sick. But I'm not certain I would see a doctor even if I had cancer, because I don't trust the lot of them as far as I can throw them.

So when hospitals locked down over a flu that supposedly overran them with patients, we were all left to ask why so many nurses, doctors, and other people in medical scrubs had time to choreograph and film viral Tik Tok dance videos, including one where they apparently danced while hoisting the corpse of some unfortunate soul? Why should we trust mouse-find-cheese executives in scrubs whose perks come from sleazy Big Pharma reps in expensive suits? I know nurses who were laid off because there aren't enough people in the hospital to justify them being there. Fake hospital footage from Italy was used in March to frighten Americans into believing New York was experiencing the Black Death 2.0. Yet we all know someone who put a cool million into battling cancer and died the most horrible of deaths anyway. The idea these medical "professionals" would like all of us to wear face coverings forever and for always strikes me as suspicious. Aren't they supposed to know more about the human immune system? Or are their motives purely political?

This article raises more questions than it provides answers, and for that I apologize. I am lucky to have reached a point where I am not worried about the future, not because of my advantages imaginary or otherwise, but because I legitimately cannot see a point in worrying about the things over which I have no control. I think we are in line for a hard economic and social reset that has already begun to happen, but how this will affect me or anyone else remains a mystery.

Your opinions and speculations are welcome. I thank you in advance for refraining from profanity.

The Indian Chief known as Jack Fiddler lived in a time of scarcity. He was the leader of a tribe called the Sucker in what is now northwestern Ontario, Canada. Near the dawn of the 20th century, the fur trade had decimated the animal population of northwestern Ontario. Hunters and trappers exhausted the forests of their fauna. Trade fell off and people went hungry.

Wendigo became a regular infestation in the area -- that is to say people from Jack Fiddler's tribe and the surrounding tribes regularly went rogue and became insane cannibals living on the fringes. Fiddler, as the resident spiritual healer, reported that he had "defeated" fourteen Wendigos. When his own brother turned Wendigo after a trading expedition ended in starvation, Fiddler had no choice but to euthanize his own sibling. Canadian legislators pegged Fiddler as a mass murderer and put him on trial. Jack Fiddler briefly escaped captivity and hung himself on September 30, 1907.

In the old tales, the Wendigo could not be cured and transformed back into a human. In order to stop a Wendigo, a shaman like Jack Fiddler had to kill it. The Wendigo was like the zombie of modern myth: it was a parasite that could only be killed by eliminating the host. The Wendigo (nowadays labeled as a sufferer of the phenomenon known as Wendigo psychosis) was a material plane menace brought on by starvation's effects upon the brain.

Canadian prosecutors were quick to shunt off Jack Fiddler as the "real" enemy. The Wendigo went unchallenged. Consequently, Fiddler's Wendigos still continue to exist in the most literal sense: my little area of the Midwest spawned Henry Holmes, Ed Gein, John Wayne Gacy, and Jeffrey Dahmer, just to name a few.

Another, less obvious form of Wendigo rides the back of entire populations. The Wendigo is more active than ever before, igniting the ill-conceived fury of Black Lives Matter and Antifa, chewing on the fragile psyches of the deranged men and boys who call themselves incels. Not every person the Wendigo infects is prone to monstrous behavior: there are compulsive shopping Wendigos and anime/manga Wendigos, home decorating Wendigos, political correctness Wendigos, and cleanliness Wendigos. The common element of all Wendigos is that they isolate and destroy their hosts.

Excalibur

The sword that kills the Wendigo is gratitude. The concept is simple, but that does not mean that it is easy. When all traces of ingratitude are rooted out, the Wendigo dies.

Of all of the ancient skills that modern people of the West have lost, the first and foremost is gratitude. Nobody knew in 1780 just how rich the common man would become because of petroleum wealth. There was no such thing as a poor and simultaneous overweight person when the USA was young. Such a concept wasn't conceivable.

If we were to hand out Ingrate Awards, the spoiled dauphins and princesses of Antifa and BLM would be first in line. The God complexes of BLM members know no bounds: not only do they seek to redistribute wealth (i.e. hand out the money stolen from people they don't like to people they do like), they hope to erase the complexity of history so that it cannot dare to reflect badly upon them. Antifa is a nearly identical group of spoiled, mostly college-educated crybabies who prefer to dress their brand of violence and looting in ninja thug costumes. Scratch the surface of a BLM/Antifa member and you have a colossal ingrate who dwells in a living hell of I WANT. Each one of them is a screaming, thinly-disguised inner child who sincerely believes the next tantrum will be strong enough to bring the longed-for Apocalypse.

We cannot force demon-obsessed, overgrown children to be grateful, and even if we could, the methods we would be obliged to use would make us just as awful as they have become. The only place we can start is ourselves.

Gratitude is a form of mental alchemy that sublimates and frees virtue while trapping and banishing vice.

Gratitude starts with small stuff. The process is slow but powerful, much like drops of water that eventually carve a river through a mountain range. There is always something to be grateful for, even in times of hardship (and right now, we are experiencing "interesting times" in the most Chinese curse form of the term) and famine. Back in my college days, I became intensely irritated at a professor of mine who happened to be a devout Christian. He wanted us to understand the story of Job. At the time, I thought of Job as a Stockholm Syndrome masochist who, like a battered woman, kept returning to his abuser. The Bible does a fine job of presenting God as a sadistic creep, and the whole "everybody came back to life and was happy in the end" conclusion of the story does little to ameliorate the depravity of its moral. The flaws in the story of Job obfuscated the idea of being stripped (and beaten) down to only one's purest love of the Creator.

Just as Job always found something to be grateful for, and in the end the only thing he had left to be grateful for was his love of his god, we mere mortals can find much to be grateful for, thus partaking in the sublimation that is gratitude. I have memories of a past life where I starved to death as a child. I don't think this is out of the ordinary in the slightest: we all have past lives and due to the nature of the world, we have all starved at least once. Gratitude is the graceful acceptance of limits. Sometimes the limits are an early death. The material plane is a brutal testing ground. You can choose the Luciferian bull in a china shop route and become a one man army against the predicament of it. Hulk smash! Conversely, you can try the other, subtler route and seek to understand why the material plane is the way it is.

When I first accepted that I have lived many lives, I had to come up against the notion that the poor, the deformed, and the unfortunate "deserve" their outcomes. The issue I take with religions such as Hinduism and Buddhism which would assign people their lots in life based on the castes into which they are reincarnated is that old chestnut of mine: I COULD BE WRONG. Just as it offends the crap out of me that some Christians assume theirs is the one and only true God and that everyone else is going to hell, the ignorance of some Hindus and Buddhists who shun slaughterhouse and funeral workers as Untouchable strikes me as equally abhorrent. I still believe I've lived a ton of lives -- I have memories of being a cat several times and a goose before making the human jump -- but I could be wrong, so it makes more sense to do as Martin Luther King Jr. advised and to judge my fellow man upon the content of his character.

Understanding the material plane is full of obstacles means the one way we can help ourselves is to do unto others. There is no better example of what not to do than BLM/Antifa. In this way, ingrates are helpful because they demonstrate what we should be doing by never doing it.

To cultivate gratitude, I have a few suggestions:

Say thank you, not f**k you.
Forgo a perk and give it to or share it with someone else.
Clean or restore something, such as an item or a space, then thank the item or space for its gifts. If you want to get fancy, light a candle or burn incense in thanks, but it's the thought that counts.
Let go of a spite. Look at an event in your past where you felt wronged, think of the person or circumstances that you felt caused it, and say "I forgive them and I let it go."

Solve et Coagula

Now let's look at the process of being grateful. It is possible to be grateful for being detained at a long stoplight. Let's say you are driving to work in your car and you end up at a lengthy stoplight. By invoking the spirit of gratitude instead of reacting like the typical commuter by getting pissy, you unleash two different virtues. One of these is patience. The other is the appreciation of one's situation: a working car, a job to which to commute, and functioning infrastructure are not things that a child soldier in Sierra Leone can boast of enjoying. This does not mean that your situation cannot be improved. Nevertheless, there is always room for gratitude and by invoking it, you attract more reasons to be grateful to yourself as gratitude begets gratitude.

At the same time, there are two negative emotions you can harness at the stoplight. The reason you won't act out in frustration by swearing or otherwise getting angry is because of certain negative traits in your personality. One is egotistical laziness: you don't care if you're late and nothing can make you care -- you are too important to fret about such trivia. Another is that you hate those fidgety, hair-trigger, power weekend types who tailgate other drivers because they are anxious to get to their next exercise in empty-headedness. The two negatives of your laziness and hatred bind together and become lessened as a result.

Generosity is sublimation. That's the secret of it. The more you give, the more you will get, and what you get back will always be in a far larger proportion to what you gave, though not necessarily in the same form. The most generous character of all, Jesus Christ, sublimated himself right into heaven. On the smaller scale, the most generous people are always the happiest because generosity has a way of taking over the soul.

The Wendigo cannot survive this form of onslaught. To defeat the Wendigo in others, we must become the anti-Wendigo. The Wendigo is always hungry. We take only what we need and are then happy, grateful, and full. The Wendigo wants to take what others have. We are content to make do with what we are given, even if that's next to nothing. The Wendigo is blind with desire and hate. We make every effort to unveil our desires and examine the roots of our hatreds.

The Wendigo is infectious but the remedy is lies within.

Photo of signage from Antifastan/CHAZ/CHOP collective

Like tattoos and cigarette smoking, the F-word used to be edgy. The F-word was bad enough to be off-limits/verboten in the trashy horror I read throughout my childhood. The F-word used to appeal to me, especially when I was age 12 and crushed by insecurity. Using it with my few friends made me feel larger somehow. When I wrote my own first horror novel at age 31, I made sure that the F-word had a few cameo appearances.

The F-word comes to us from Germanic languages of the 16th century. In Swedish, a similar word, focka means "to sack" in the plunder and loot sense of the term. Its roots are potentially Indo-European from a verb that also birthed the Latin pugnus, which means "to strike".

Once the domain of longshoremen, edgy 12 year olds, Harley dudes, and late nite comedians, the F word has become the pillar of leftist Newspeak and the crucible within which they seek to reduce all human language.

By doing so, they have cursed and they have also cursed themselves.

Our culture's hangups are reflected in the word that rhymes with duck. We all know that its first meaning is "to engage in sexual intercourse". One of the worst swear words, it is second only to the word that rhymes with bundt for shock value. As much as we post-Feminist Sexual Revolution kids would like to think we're over Victorian prudery and horror over basic bodily functions like masturbation and sex, we are clearly still terrified of our bodies and ourselves. As proof, we have the two worst swear words in the American vernacular, one that refers to a woman's genitals and the other that refers to the act of sex. A distant third curse word is s**t, which means poop and doesn't pack anywhere near the punch of the previous two. There is a popular children's book about everybody pooping. Children's books about the other two subjects are mercifully absent. The F word reflects our culture's compulsive shame about sex.

The left loves nothing more than to project its own shame. Leftists of all colors are secretly ashamed of their privilege. Most of us are privileged, but it is leftists who have become so uneasy with their guilty role in it, so instead of adopting a sense of noblesse oblige, humility, and gratitude, their reaction has been to deny that they are privileged and to chastise others (including historical figures) for being plunderers and rapists. Classic projection of the shadow.

The leftist who doesn't have the human decency to feel guilty about the small mountain of plastic garbage in her $120,000 car that runs on coal-generated electricity bellows about losing her childhood because of global warming. The leftist who sent back his food three times at the restaurant and then forgot to tip votes for a politician who has sneered at the working class and off-shored jobs so other leftists can have cheap nannies and suppliant food service workers. The leftist who champions black lives mysteriously lives in a 95% white neighborhood of gated subdivisions with no plans to move. The leftist with black skin and a persecution complex riots and steals in a scene straight out of the KKK playbook.

It's no wonder leftists feel like the world is closing in on them all the time and seek to blot out that feeling by spending lots of money or by calling out "privilege" like shouting fire in a crowded theater. Hypocrisy is its own inherent trap and sooner or later every religion dies of it. Leftists with their beloved religions of Atheism, Marxism, and Holy Progress are no different. But just like the F word loses its power once you've seen it and heard it a million times, hypocrites who scream hysterically about privilege find that the ears of the masses become numb. I think everyone senses this numb is the calm before the storm, and if the average leftist has any sense of self-preservation, they will look to calm discourse and rational exchanges instead of working themselves into a froth at the mere mention of the Orange Man or populism. There's only so much screaming allowed before the screamer gets backhanded, possibly into the previous century. Leftists probably wouldn't mind this, because a massive problem among them is the pretense we are all still in 1960, with all of 1960's racial oppressions of non-white people, gender conflicts, and wild economic potential. As a bonus, if you are mentally locked in 1960, you can still safely blame Russia for ruining everything while not understanding the grotesque failures of Chairman Mao's Cultural Revolution.

Unfortunately for leftists, we aren't in 1960, and I have a hunch about the word they would choose to describe how they feel about it.