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Here is the good news: Trump will win the 2024 election. Here is the bad news: Kackles Kneepads Harris and her team will steal it. America is about to get its first XX chromosome sort-of half-black President. She will prove once and for all that sucking and swallowing your way to the top is a viable strategy. What a bitter “victory” for women 2024 will be!

I truly hope I am wrong, but I agree with John Carter. The lunatic left did it once and they are about to do it again. They still have that kind of power; who knows for how much longer?

I am a solutions girl and though I have violent tendencies a plenty I enthusiastically do not recommend anyone take up the sword at this point. As John Carter foresees, the Demstapo will likely come after bank accounts and wage war on whitey (and black and Hispanic Trump voters) by drafting their sons to fight its foreign forever wars. I foresee new plandemics and new vaccines and an entire chunk of people who should know better going along with them. On the plus side, I also see the new plandemics driving larger and larger numbers towards homeschooling and the alternative economy.

I am angry, and don’t get me wrong: you wouldn’t like me when I’m angry. Nevertheless, explosive anger does not build the system we are going to need when the Left’s Wendigo devours the last shreds of the economy trying to preserve its own salary class obsession.

Outside of building a nuclear bunker, hoarding toilet paper, dog food, and packets of freeze-dried fruit bits, there are things you can do right now, TODAY, to defeat the regime.

1. Generally accept where we are in the scheme of history. We are never going back to the prosperity of the 1960s - 2000s. It’s over. The US and other industrialized nations are in their Insane Roman Emperor phase. The common people are in the same situation as late 18th century French peasants, and unlike them, we don’t know how to survive a famine.

Dave Ramsey's house, most likely one of many. This does not seem sustainable in an unstable future. It also does not seem very Christian/Jesus-like to me.

2. Stop focusing on making more money and focus on skill-building. Everybody is good at something. Me? I’m a decent cook, I have a bit of a green thumb, and I am (with the help of the gods) fairly decent at writing/arranging music and doing Ogham divinations. None of these things is lucrative but all of them have been deeply enriching in a way that high rollers who live in palatial houses with five bathrooms will never understand. I am better off teaching myself to cook some new thrifty dish than I will ever be wringing my hands about how to get out of debt. Everybody except Dave Ramsey is in debt and actually I am not sure about him; he does seem to live beyond anyone’s reasonable means. Kim freaking Kardashian is in debt. Appearances are deceiving, especially the put-on appearances of others. Focus on skills. Focus on YOU.

3. For the love of the gods, STAY PUT. I understand wanderlust but holy hell, start investing in your local area by not flying or driving off to distant lands at every opportunity just because you can. The spirits of the land are PISSED because every single person, even ostensibly poor people, are obsessed with traversing the globe in metal machines to re-deposit themselves elsewhere. Illegal immigration, in large part, is driven by the compulsive drive of modern day humans to race to the other side in search of greener grass. To those rich enough to leave their houses for weeks or months at a time: what are you escaping from? Your nice house and yard in a crime-free neighborhood?

4. Touch the earth. Get outside, find a tree, sit with your back to it, and see what happens. Go to the forest preserve without headphones and listen to the sounds of birds, bugs, and wind whooshing through the trees. If you can find a way, garden. Even potted herbs or a houseplant can connect you with the rhythms of nature and are far better than nothing.

5. Stop buying new whenever it is possible and practical. Not only are you spending far too much money if you are buying new stuff, you are supporting the kind of outsourced, Chinese-made economy that killed the working class back in the 1970s and 80s.

6. Find your tribe and trade skill for service. As the economy continues to implode, the only people who are going to preserve any quality of life will be the ones who networked with each other to get what they need. This is the hardest thing for me to do, because my modest income comes from clients paying me directly as I do not work for a salary. That said, I occasionally swap services and gifts instead of money.

7. Extricate yourself from hate. Locking yourself into opposition with the runners of the s**tshow wastes your energy and time. Unless you are suddenly granted King of the World status, you will only spin your wheels by attending protests and rallies, ranting online, and busting ass to crusade for a “fairer” world. Let’s say you manage to slash your way into the regime’s caviar and pizza party: you can butcher all of the tuxedo and gown crowd you like… the ones who weren’t at the party will reconvene elsewhere after a few lizard-person/crocodile tears about the dearly departed before resuming business as usual like nothing ever happened. Your unabombing makes no difference. You truly are better off figuring out how to grow your own tomatoes.

8. Save your paper books and magazines. The internet is in a sketchy place. (Anyone who is thinking of taking up influencing as a career should probably think more long term.) We are going to arrive at a future not too far down the road where old books are worth a hell of a lot more than they are now. Did you know bookshelves make great insulation? If you have a wall that is cold in cold weather and hot in hot weather, putting a well-stocked, floor to ceiling bookshelf on it can solve the problem. Just be sure to anchor any big bookshelf to the wall because falling bookshelves are dangerous.

9. Take up religious practice. Personally, I am not a Christian and I don’t recommend taking up any kind of Christianity that involves a meaningless two-hour ceremony once a week sandwiched between the warblings of a worship band’s muzak while the pastor cajoles you into parting with money you don’t have. When I say religious practice, I mean reviving the idea of taking up the cross, embracing voluntary simplicity, earnestly trying to communicate with the Divine via prayer, and trying to be like Jesus at every conscious moment. If you have the lucky circumstance of being near a Catholic church practicing the old mass or an Orthodox church, you might want to join it depending on the vibe. In my own non-Christian case, I have an everyday routine of performing the Sphere of Protection banishing ritual, discursive meditation, and divination plus prayer that helps keep my intentions on the up and up. The new religiosity is not quite like the old one, but there are similarities. Do not join a religion where everyone is basically phoning it in and the “leaders” patently expect to be placed at the right hand of God for a trillion years after one lackluster human life.

Overall, there is always going to be a part of me that wants to go all in and make the parties who are spearheading the current predicament pay dearly for what they have done. Again, I am no pacifist and I would be highly satisfied to see heads roll into bloodied baskets, though when you think about it, well-placed wheelbarrows would probably be a better option.

There are limits to everything, including bloody revolutions waged upon the gaslighting brigade. One of the limits of torching the castle and forcing Kackles to walk the plank into a chamber of hungry crocodiles is that it means nice things come to an end for you and me. Revolution means no more avocados or chilled beer. Sure things will change and get better… eventually... for your grandchildren. Better, I think, to start building the post-revolution world before the revolution occurs, IF it ever occurs. Enjoy those avocados while you still can!

Here are some terms that were not in place when I grew up in the 70s/80s: woke, equity, social justice. Political correctness of the type that is currently de rigueur was laughed at. Nobody would have dreamed of putting a biological male on a women's swim team, let alone a women's prison. Racism of various stripes was allowed to slide when it was not baldly displayed out in the open. In my teens, I had a relative who used the word "gook" to refer to Asians. It was not uncommon to hear white people using the N word to refer to black people, and not in a friendly, trying-to-be-cool way. In the 1961 film Breakfast at Tiffany's, Mickey Rooney did a turn as the ostensibly-Japanese Mr. Yunioshi, a buck-toothed, thick-bespectacled idiot landlord. In elementary school, we swung our bodies on the jungle gym to this refrain:

Chicky chicky China sitting on a fence
Tried to make a dollar out of sixty-five cents
She missed, she missed, she missed like this
Have you ever seen a China girl who missed like this

The acceptance of everyday racism and sexism made every interaction with non-white people awkward. I felt this especially as a child, being the worst of both worlds: half-yellow and half-white. Half-breeds everywhere know the pain of not being colored enough for the color of one half and not being white enough for white people. As a girl, guys did not wait for my boobs to come in order unsnap my fledgling bra and to grab my butt in the halls of junior high. This kind of walk-by molestation was called a "goose" because that is what they yelled as they did it. To this day, I think it is a miracle I did not murder anyone in junior high or high school. Back then, if you were a girl or a woman, you just took it. For thirty years of my life, I was thought not to think much of it if a guy cat-called me.

As weird and icky as it used to be, I would gladly take yesteryear's racism and sexism over the current reign of Generation Cuck and the Thought Police who get their binders in a twist when they spot a minor transphobic infraction to report to their ghoulish social media followings. At least the goosers, the racist movie directors, and extended family members had a sense of humor. The politically correct scolds of the modern era are as joyless as a skiing accident.

Consider the toxic masculine pyramid of the 1980s: at the top were Gordon Gecko types and electric guitarist/singers of hair bands who wore as much and more makeup than their 2020s drag queen equivalent, yet did so while calling themselves straight. The pendulum took a dramatic swing, passing right through a moderate period during which it wasn't OK to call Asians gooks at the dinner table but it also was not OK to lump all white/straight people into an evilly evil blob slated for Stalinist persecution. By the 2000s, toxic masculinity was on its way out, taking its refuge in game culture. By the 2010s, the last of toxic masculinity hid in the chans and attempted to assert itself through the MGTOW movement. Toxic femininity exploited the vacuum left in the wake of toxic masculinity.

Shame

It is a human thing to project the shadow. Anytime a human does not want to deal with something she is doing, said human props up an enemy that resembles herself and then pretends the enemy is the only person doing the wrong thing. Toxic feminists seek to shame because they carry a great deal of unprocessed shame. This is their Achille's heel. If you want to destroy a toxic feminist from the inside out, tell them they ought to be ashamed of themselves and that you and they already know why, even if you are completely talking out of your ass.

Look underneath the hood. Toxic feminists try to pretend they are shameless, but they hate the bodies they pretend to be so "body positive" about. They know they are hypocrites and their troll act is just that... an act. They despair over the empty, vacuous lives they try so hard to paint as interesting on TikTok and Instagram. Deep down they are horrified about just how deep they have dug, but they cannot yet look in the mirror and admit it. Consequently, they wag fingers and scream EVIL instead of being honest and throwing down the shovel.

Chasing the Unlimits

At its core, toxic masculinity is a refusal to accept the limits of masculinity and a placement of excessive limits on femininity. Toxic femininity, on the other hand, attempts to remove any and all limits, including the hard limits of natural law. Toxic femininity at its core is a refusal to discriminate about anything: gender, beauty, law, getting up in the morning and going to work.

When I saw the Broadway production of Wicked in the 1990s, I remember making a mental note about how many of the songs were about the removal of limits. Many years later, I made the same mental note about the film musical The Greatest Showman, which features the song A Million Dreams (because a mere thousand or hundred dreams would never do) and Never Enough:

Towers of gold are still too little
These hands could hold the world but it will
Never be enough, it will never be enough

In the decade of the Millennium turn, McMansions got larger just as hard limits were slamming down everywhere else. For many, many years, the salary class and the politicians who make its existence possible have done whatever they possibly could to continue kicking the can down the road. In the 1980s, what was left of American manufacturing was sent overseas to China and its satellites, gutting the American lower-middle class and propping up the salary class with obscene wealth. In the 2000s, inflating property values and tech bubbles to frothy highs did the job until that had to be bailed out in 2008. After 2008, toxic femininity began its ascent because there was nothing else to do, nowhere else to go, and no resources left to cannibalize.

Toxic femininity is a kind of cannibalism. It cuts through the gills in order to scrape the last bits out of the tube. By removing the limits of human decency, it enables sexual access to children. By lumping in morbid obesity and freak show amputation/disfigurement into an amorphous standard of beauty, it opens the floodgates for medical profiteers to cash in on mental illness and dysmorphia. By making it acceptable to shame white and/or straight people for the appearance of their skin or their natural sexual urge to cohabit with the opposite sex, it provides endless avenues for vice disguised as virtue.

Communism

The gay luxury communist utopia where nobody works and everybody eats bugs (ahem delivered by drone) represents a toxic feminine ideal of detached, isolated, self-hobbled bliss. Klaus Schwab and Bill Gates are the ultimate figureheads of the lifestyle and they both have the man-teats to prove it. Toxic feminists love communism because they love violence: they advertise their love of it all the time by trying to equate free speech with violence. Communism itself is a symptom of the ongoing decay of monotheism: it creates demiurges like Pol Pot and Stalin who create mini-Apocalypses in their urge to re-create the world in their own images. Communism is feminine. It wants to conquer by infection in equal proportion to dominating via military might. The irony of communism is its domination by male leaders, and this is also the irony of modern toxic femininity. It is dominated by males, whether it is transitioning males on the playing field or XY chromosome holders with Her/She bars in hand.

Covid: Attack of the Killer Couch Potatoes

The lockdowns and vaccine hysteria of the 2020s were quite successful (but ultimately failed) attempt at installing toxic feminine communism worldwide. Without placing males at the heads of its nearly-unlimited hydra, toxic femininity cannot force its will at the end of a gunpoint because it does not know how to handle firearms without men at the helm. That is why for every Theresa Tam there are three or more male equivalents calling the shots. Toxic femininity is a cult of people who want to stay home and continue being poisoned, brainwashed, and spoon-fed. Toxic femininity is soft, pliant, and wants to take in and consume everything it touches.

In its current incarnation, toxic femininity is the juggernaut of the salary class. The toxic feminine takeover of masks, vaccines, and lockdowns was the most psycho in salary class strongholds. Neurotic, sclerotic rich people in cozy enclaves fought as hard as such types can fight for keeping Versailles peasant-proof.

Lockdowns are like McMansions in the way they are designed from the inside out. In the McMansion, there are enormous rooms the size of small houses that are bundled together in what from outside looks like a packed-together village. On the inside, there is always a cavernous foyer, a dining room, a living room, a finished basement with another huge living room/wet bar, a master bath, ostensible kid's and guest bedrooms, and at least seven large bathrooms. What the outside looks like hardly matters as long as all of these standard features are present.

Similarly, the toxic feminine salary class did not care about practical concerns such as a functioning economy and the state international shipping as long as it got its wishlist. The wishlist was mostly a removal of limits on the salary class. They were sick of commuting, so the primary goal became to give themselves couch time (Netflix and chill and GrubHub) while dictating orders to lower classes from a virtuous perch.

The handover of wealth from small businesses to mega corporations was fairly obvious when people were allowed to shop at Target or pick up Burger King at the drive thru but the tiny gift shop and café on the corner were forced to close. Of course the rules were childish: they were endorsed and followed by stunted adults who bought the luxury communist ideal hook, line, and sinker when they were not pressured into accepting its worst parts via shame and threats.

Subtle signs of yet another pendulum swing are lurking about. Shirts that read Nobody Cares, Work Harder are suddenly all the rage. The mainstream TV news media has to try extra hard to drum up interest in the latest failed effort to indict Donald Trump. Experts are coming out of the woodwork condemning Covid vaccines and all hope of censoring their dissenting voices has been dashed. I only hope that as the pendulum swings, it finds a few more stops in the middle this time.