by William Skink
Recently I’ve been thinking about Anthony Burgess’s novel, The Wanting Seed, which directly followed Clockwork Orange in 1962. Here is a narrative summary from the LA Review of Books:
Burgess’s novel imagines a future England wrecked by overpopulation, packed with immigrants, and controlled by homosexuals. As the island nation becomes increasingly overcrowded, and Greater London spreads to the sea, the government takes up the task of population management with gusto. It encourages homosexuality, tries to control the number of children citizens can have, all but outlaws religion, runs Abortion Centers, and takes on the task of converting dead children into fertilizer. “It’s Sapiens to be Homo,” runs one of the Ministry of Infertility’s slogans. The “Homosex Institute,” we learn, “even ran night-classes.”
The novel follows a love triangle among Tristram Foxe, a hapless history teacher, his inconveniently fertile wife, Beatrice-Joanna, and his Machiavellian brother, Derek, who pretends to be gay in order to get ahead at the Ministry of Propaganda. Early in the novel, Derek impregnates Beatrice-Joanna, Tristram is thrown into prison during a riot, and Beatrice-Joanna is forced to flee to Wales to have her illegal children (she is pregnant with twins, which she names Tristram and Derek). The remainder of the story tracks Tristram’s attempt to reunite with his unfaithful wife and Beatrice-Joanna’s attempt to avoid arrest.
In this novel (spoiler alert) Tristram discovers the wars occurring are nothing more than a contrived slaughter to keep the population down. I hope our globalist overlords didn’t take notice.
Since Trump popped his presidential death cherry, naval assets are being positioned and rumors of massive Chinese troop deployments are making the media rounds. Considering this is the week Christians celebrate the resurrection of Christ, anything could happen.
Case in point: the glitter bombing of Richard Spencer. From the link:
Richard Spencer appears to have been “glitter bombed” by an anti-fascist protester outside the White House over the weekend.
The white supremacist, who rose to fame for being punched at an anti-Trump protest, was in Washington to lead a protest against President Donald Trump’s decision to launch a cruise missile strike on a Syrian airbase on Friday.
While Spencer, an “alt-right” leader, has long been a vocal supporter of Mr Trump, he has distanced himself from the president in the wake of the Syria strikes, calling the attack a “total betrayal”.
The wider so-called “alt-right” movement, which is made up of loyal Trump supporters, has also distanced itself from the president in the aftermath of the strikes. Accompanied by Spencer, who is credited with coining the term “alt-right”, protesters chanted “We want walls, not war!” and held signs saying “No more wars for Israel”.
Again, I am simply dumbfounded that the alt-right appears to be more consistent with their opposition to foreign intervention than all the screeching liberals who gnashed their teeth when Bush was waging war, but quietly got with the program once their guy streamlined the killing.
The glitter bomb isn’t the story here, the story is the fact white supremacists are out protesting this escalation in Syria while Democrats cheer and scheme to take out a courageous representative who dares question whether Assad was even behind this gassing in the first place.
America recently observed the 100 year anniversary of entering WWI. During the subsequent century American power peaked and is now apparently locked in a dangerous death spiral. Our economy is run like a battery-operated bubble machine and guess what, the batteries are almost dead.
War as fiscal stimulus seemed to help propel us past the shadow of the Great Depression during the 20th century, so why not take that page from the playbook and try it again?
As the petrodollar regime plays global cop with two oceans to buffer us from the blowback, Americans are apparently too busy being outraged over a man forcibly removed from an airplane to notice we are fast approaching a boiling point we may not be able to recover from.