Showing posts with label civilizational collapse. Show all posts
Showing posts with label civilizational collapse. Show all posts

BREXIT: THE FAILURE OF DEMOCRACY (AS USUAL)


As soon as the Left recovered from their shock over the “Leave” vote, the tongues started wagging with a clever and canny strategy: Brexit, they said, was the “triumph of our democracy.” It showed the process working, you see. Even if all of us clever people hated the result, look, the system is great!

What Brexit actually shows, to anyone with a consciousness beyond “what do others think of me,” is the usual pattern of democracy: while the sensible people are busy living their lives, democracy creates crises that then require mass mobilization and massive losses to fix. There is a good reason that democracy is the graveyard of empires; unless carefully counteracted, it destroys society bit-by-bit with the seemingly gravitational movement of a moth drawn toward flame.

BETRAYING THE IN-GROUP: THE PROBLEMATIC NATURE OF FEMALE SEXUALITY


A civilization that embraces feminist values will simply cease to exist. In this excellent video from Black Pigeon, the destructive nature of unbridled female sexuality is laid clear, with women displaying limited loyalty to their in-group, contempt for less-than-alpha males, and an attraction for aggressive incomers. It is therefore no accident that Sweden, the most feminist country on earth, is also the rape capital of the World.

WORLD WITHOUT END

Modern Mayan LARPing the history for tourist dollars.


One of the legacies of the world financial crisis is that it showed how absolutely clueless pundits, politicians, and financial planners can be about the direction we are heading in. This also explains our growing fascination with the mysterious Maya and their reputation for fathoming the distant future by reading the stars and the courses of the planets.

With the great vacuum of ignorance that enshrouds the future, it is not surprising that this long dead civilization with an astronomical bent has been sucked into the role of providing gnostic hints of what is to come. It was either that or Madame Zaza's tea leaves.