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The Apocalypse: It has begun
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. |
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Mr. Abbott, though these predictions seem dire, I fear there is even less time. The Mayan calendar says we have but 8 years. A moon base would be a good place to ride out Earth changes. I doubt I'll be invited. If the seed of what we are survives...we may yet prevail.
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Jerry Abbott that was an absolutely brilliant post. I'm glad some racially aware people still have a sense of reality. While most people still think that theres going to be some sort of clean cut "victory" where all the White people are going to somehow magically become racially aware through all the flyers and rallies that their fellow Whites put out. Then the Jews and non-Whites will be driven out and everything is going to be fine and good and there are going to be marvelous White civilizations. BULLSHIT! It's not going to happen this way!
The Jews are not going to give up easily and the last thing that they want to do is "lose". If they can't "win" then you can be assured that they'll want everybody else to go down with them. What you wrote sounds like an intersting future but I suspect that nuclear warfare is going to be a big part of that. I'm thinking of a future somewhat like in Mad Max, possibly not as bad though but DEFINATELY one of those post-apocalyptic type fo worlds. Whoever can survive THAT will trully be the rulers of the world. Us Whites have already fucked things up so badly and not to mention just how FAR the brainwashing of out people has gone. White people identify more with niggers than they do with their own. White people run away from anyone or anything deemed "racist" and don't give a shit about it. Like I've said many many MANY times before, White people simply don't give a shit about anything as long as they still have their electricity, job, a nice home, food and basic securities and entertainment. If they still have that then why should they care about what happens about them, right? If White people can survive the coming future, then great, but it's going to be unlike anything ever seen. Once again. Great to see people with a sense of reality on here. It might be grim, morbid, "defeatist", but its definately realistic. |
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Sometimes I feel like this type of future is not only appropriate for us Whites but for the rest of the world. Think of it as Nature's way of cleansing herself of the growing number of subhumans who were never meant to reach the numbers that they are at and do the damage that they have done. Also, Nature's greatest creation - White people, have done a good deal to really screw things up. Not only have they fallen for the lies of a parasitic race - Jews, but they've given up what they have and and are giving and helping those who wish to do harm to them and to mother Nature.
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Anybody interested in learning about survivalist food production should contact AK Kievsky. He's up on everything from eating grubs to organic farming to dehydration. I hear he's offering paid lessons in some of these skills.
Only organic grubs, of course. Maybe Kievsky will register and put his contact info up here for people who are interested in preparing themselves for a pinch. In a pinch, food is the most important thing, food and shelter and clothing, followed by ammo usually. Gold may buy you stuff, maybe not. Food stockpiling: Mormons do it, 7th day adventists do it, VNNers do it to. I do too, secretly even though I make fun of MRE stockpilers. |
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Well, here's to the Apocalyspe! Hopefully it'll kill off the millions of shit-skinned ugly turds in India and the billion chinks in China first.
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You all have my current thought, yet when i read what you say it saddens me, the worst thing that can happen is for us who are aware to have such little faith in the revival of our kind. This should not happen in any of our ranks ever! We are the most intelligent of any race, we are the race of races, if you give up now you lose those who may see a way out of the machine and into the new struggle that lies before us. I would lay my life down for my race, my family, my blood....dont give up ever or we truly will be defeated. When the day comes those who sleep may suprise you...and im sure they will. I love you all as brothers, we will rise again lets not wait to long, i wanna make a little history.
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Among the more interesting predictions that I've heard concerning the Apocalypse is this one. The world's population is 2050 is expected to be between 9 billion and 11 billion. In 2100, though, the world's population is expected to be four billion at most and possibly as few as 400 million. The lower figure is the level of agricultural stability at which the human population remained for several centuries, during the middle ages. Can you appreciate what that must mean? It means that there's going to be a massive die-off of humanity, along with a great deal of this planet's life. What will happen in the next hundred years will be of geological importance, the likes of which hasn't happened since the extinction of the dinosaurs, 65 million years ago. Those who liked my short story, "The Adventures of Julia Flowery in Vampire Country," at http://www.jabpage.org/literature/vampire.html might also enjoy my epic fantasy poem, "Concerning the Cow of Glaspenscow," at http://www.jabpage.org/literature/glaspenscow.html |
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One thing that might happen is humanity will become extinct in very large regions, surviving only in pockets where food will still grow. Get yourself into one of those pockets, then. Buy a few acres there, secure your title from legal challenges. Secure your possession from illegal ones. Provision yourself against natural ones. Keep a low profile. If anyone sees you, pretend to be hungrier and more desperate than he is, even if you aren't. Listen to the wind. Heed your instinctive warning feelings. And wait. Water: no electricity means no electric pumps will work. If the water table is too low for you to crank up full buckets from a well, you'll probably have to depend on cisterns fed from rainfall. There's good news here: you might be able to keep water running from your faucets. Just build a system of connected rain barrels, elevated above your tap. When the barrels are full, you might even be able to take a shower, as wasteful as that might seem. But if it's raining outside, and the barrels will refill themselves anyway, why not? If your cistern is underground, as many of them stupidly are, you'll lose the convenience of the gravity push pump action, but at least you'll have a water resource to tap into, say, with a hand pump. (Get a hand pump.) Food: The easiest food comes from trees: fruit and nuts. You can go a long way with these. (Plant some fruit and nut trees, preferably where they can't be seen by casual passers-by.) You'll probably want a major source of carbohydrates, though, and bread might not be doable. So, before the crash, get yourself a potato farm going. Save bits from year to year for replanting. Meat? Buy a few of those trap-them-alive cages and maybe you'll luck up with some small game. Heating Fuel: sticks picked up from the forest during the late spring and early summer, kept in a dry place until you burn them, in your woodstove (get one), during the winter. You will also be preserving food over your winter fires. You did think to obtain a canning pot and some mason jars before the crash, didn't you? If you've never had to keep a house warm through a winter with wood burning, you probably have underestimated the amount of wood you'll need to make it from the start to the end of the cold weather. For a very small house: 3.5 cords. For a moderate sized house: 5 cords. That's a lot of stick gathering. (More than you think, probably.) Tools: Knives! They have lots of uses. Hatchets, axes, mauls. Scythes and sickles. Hand saws. Scissors. Pruning shears. Files and whetstones to keep them sharp. Hand drills and lots of bits. Hammers, chisles, and pry-bars. If you like a trim lawn, a no-engine push mower (or some goats). Can openers. Pots and pans. Forks and spoons. Lengths of wire, fencing, and garden hose. Buckets in many different sizes. Sieves and collanders. Guns and bullets. Useful animals, if you can afford to feed them. Horses, both riding and draft. Mules for carrying packs. Goats--they eat grass, you eat them, everybody wins. Chickens, they eat bugs, you eat them, ditto. Cats to eat mice, so the mice don't eat your rice. Entertainment. Books. Your spouse. Last edited by Jerry Abbott; February 22nd, 2004 at 10:28 PM. |
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The FBI should determine which field and flag-grade military officers were absent from the Pentagon when it was struck by the airliner on 9/11/2001 and inquire into possible links to persons employed in the World Trade Center who were not in the towers when other airliners struck them. I wonder where the trail might lead, if one were found.
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Mother Shipton 1486-1561 -- Prophecies
"And now a word, in uncouth rhyme Of what shall be in future time. Then upside down the world shall be And gold found at the root of tree All England's sons that plough the land Shall oft be seen with Book in hand. The poor shall now great wisdom know Great houses stand in far-flung vale All covered o'er with snow and hail. A carriage without horse will go Disaster fill the world with woe. In London, Primrose Hill shall be In centre hold a Bishop's See Around the world men's thoughts will fly Quick as the twinkling of an eye. And water shall great wonders do How strange. And yet it shall come true. Through towering hills proud men shall ride No horse or ass move by his side. Beneath the water, men shall walk Shall ride, shall sleep, shall even talk. And in the air men shall be seen In white and black and even green. A great man then, shall come and go For prophecy declares it so. In water, iron, then shall float As easy as a wooden boat Gold shall be seen in stream and stone In land that is yet unknown. And England shall admit a Jew You think this strange, but it is true The Jew that once was held in scorn Shall of a Christian then be born. A house of glass shall come to pass In England. But Alas, alas A war will follow with the work Where dwells the Pagan and the Turk. These states will lock in fiercest strife And seek to take each other's life. When North shall thus divide the south And Eagle build in Lion's mouth Then tax and blood and cruel war Shall come to every humble door. Three times shall lovely sunny France Be led to play a bloody dance Before the people shall be free Three tyrant rulers shall she see. Three rulers in succession be Each springs from different dynasty. Then when the fiercest strife is done England and France shall be as one. The British olive shall next then twine In marriage with a German vine. Men walk beneath and over streams Fulfilled shall be their wondrous dreams. For in those wondrous far off days The women shall adopt a craze To dress like men, and trousers wear And to cut off their locks of hair. They'll ride astride with brazen brow As witches do on broomstick now. And roaring monsters with man atop Does seem to eat the verdant crop And men shall fly as birds do now And give away the horse and plough. There'll be a sign for all to see Be sure that it will certain be. Then love shall die and marriage cease And nations wane as babes decrease. And wives shall fondle cats and dogs And men live much the same as hogs. In nineteen hundred and twenty six Build houses light of straw and sticks. For then shall mighty wars be planned And fire and sword shall sweep the land. When pictures seem alive with movements free When boats like fishes swim beneath the sea, When men like birds shall scour the sky Then half the world, deep drenched in blood shall die. For those who live the century through In fear and trembling this shall do. Flee to the mountains and the dens To bog and forest and wild fens. For storms will rage and oceans roar When Gabriel stands on sea and shore And as he blows his wondrous horn Old worlds die and new be born. A fiery Dragon will cross the sky Six times before this earth shall die Mankind will tremble and frightened be For the sixth heralds in this prophecy. For seven days and seven nights Man will watch this awesome sight. The tides will rise beyond their ken To bite away the shores and then The mountains will begin to roar And earthquakes split the plain to shore. And flooding waters, rushing in Will flood the lands with such a din That mankind cowers in muddy fen And snarls about his fellow men. He bares his teeth and fights and kills And secrets food in secret hills And ugly in his fear, he lies To kill marauders, thieves and spies. Man flees in terror from the floods And kills, and rapes and lies in blood And spilling blood by mankind's hands Will stain and bitter many lands. And when the Dragon's tail is gone, Man forgets, and smiles, and carries on To apply himself -- too late, too late For mankind has earned deserved fate. His masked smile -- his false grandeur Will serve the Gods their anger stir. And they will send the Dragon back To light the sky -- his tail will crack Upon the earth and rend the earth And man shall flee, King, Lord, and serf. But slowly they are routed out To seek diminishing water spout And men will die of thirst before The oceans rise to mount the shore. And lands will crack and rend anew You think it strange. It will come true. And in some far off distant land Some men -- oh such a tiny band Will have to leave their solid mount And span the earth, those few to count, Who survives this (unreadable) and then Begin the human race again. But not on land already there But on ocean beds, stark, dry and bare Not every soul on Earth will die As the Dragon's tail goes sweeping by. Not every land on earth will sink But these will wallow in stench and stink Of rotting bodies of beast and man Of vegetation crisped on land. But the land that rises from the sea Will be dry and clean and soft and free Of mankind's dirt and therefore be The source of man's new dynasty. And those that live will ever fear The Dragons tail for many year But time erases memory You think it strange. But it will be. And before the race is built anew A silver serpent comes to view And spew out men of like unknown To mingle with the earth now grown Cold from its heat and these men can Enlighten the minds of future man. To intermingle and show them how To live and love and thus endow The children with the second sight. A natural thing so that they might Grow graceful, humble and when they do The Golden Age will start anew. I know I go -- I know I'm free I know that this will come to be. Secreted this -- for this will be Found by later dynasty. A dairy maid, a bonny lass Shall kick this tome as she does pass And five generations she shall breed Before one male child does learn to read. This is then held year by year Till an iron monster trembling fear Eats parchment, words and quill and ink And mankind is given time to think. And only when this comes to be Will mankind read this prophecy But one man's sweet's another's bane So I shall not have burned in vain. (Following section was kept in a separate jar.) The signs will be there for all to read When man shall do most heinous deed Man will ruin kinder lives By taking them as to their wives. And murder foul and brutal deed When man will only think of greed. And man shall walk as if asleep He does not look -- he many not peep And iron men the tail shall do And iron cart and carriage too. The kings shall false promise make And talk just for talking's sake And nations plan horrific war The like as never seen before. And taxes rise and lively down And nations wear perpetual frown. Yet greater sign there be to see As man nears latter century. Three sleeping mountains gather breath And spew out mud, and ice and death. And earthquakes swallow town and town, In lands as yet to me unknown. And Christian one fights Christian two And nations sigh, yet nothing do And yellow men great power gain From mighty bear with whom they've lain. These mighty tyrants will fail to do They fail to split the world in two. But from their acts a danger bred An ague -- leaving many dead. And physics find no remedy For this is worse than leprosy. Oh many signs for all to see The truth of this true prophecy. The fiery year as soon as O'er, Peace shall then be as before; Plenty everywhere be found, And men with swords shall plough the ground. The time shall come when seas of blood Shall mingle with a greater flood. Carriages without horses shall go. And accidents fill the world with woe. An Ape shall appear in a Leap year That shall put all womankind in fear And Adam's make shall be disputed And Roman faith shall like rooted, And England will turn around. Thunder shall shake the earth; Lightning shall rend asunder; Water shall fill the earth; Fire shall do its work. Three times shall lovely France Be led to dance a bloody dance; Before her people shall be free. Three tyrant rulers shall she see; Three times the People rule alone; Three times the People's hope is gone; Three rulers in succession see, Each spring from different dynasty. Then shall the worser fight be done, England and France shall be as one. Waters shall flow where corn shall grow Corn shall grow where waters doth flow Houses shall appear in the vales below And covered by hail and snow; White shall be black then turn grey And a fair Lady be married thrice. All England's sons that plough the land Shall be seen, book in hand; Learning shall so ebb and flow, The poor shall most wisdom know." Last edited by 108; March 1st, 2004 at 03:09 AM. |
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