It has been another super-busy week, with plenty of travelling – I literally went up and down the length and breadth of (much of) the country in the space of three days, and then across from west to east and back again in the next two. That is rather why posting has been, well, non-existent, but now that I am back and rapidly recovering (finally) from whatever infuriating throat bug I had, it is time to get back to proper shitposting.
My travels in the West have shown me, as clearly as can be, that the West is in secular and possibly terminal decline. Just yesterday, I was walking through a very famous tourist city in the north of the country. It is a very beautiful place that is quite walkable – you can cross the entire length and breadth of the city centre on foot alone, within the space of an hour, and you can walk over the city walls. There is a gigantic cathedral in the middle of it that has been repeatedly expanded and rebuilt and improved – the core site dates back some 15 centuries.
And yet, walking around that self-same city centre, where you would expect bustling shops and exceptionally busy tourist traffic… I saw closed shop windows and “Closing Down” signs (or the local equivalent thereof) EVERYWHERE.
I had been to the same city earlier this year, on a holiday visit, rather than a business trip. (Even on business trips, I try to make a point of wandering around whatever city I am in, to stretch my legs and get some exercise, and of course to understand where I am.) I could tell the city was in trouble back in February. Things have accelerated and gotten MUCH worse since then.
Yet governments in the West continue to tell us everything is fine.
They assuredly are not. Germany is collapsing. Europe will surely follow. Britain is broken, probably past repair. Amerikhastan is turning into a ghastly ungovernable hellhole that resembles the final days of the USSR, but on a much larger and far more terrible scale, every single day – because at least the Soviets weren’t BIBLICALLY STUPID enough to let hordes of Dirt Worlders, Wakandans, and Shitholistanis invade through their borders every single day, even in the late 1980s.
As I have written and stated so many times by now, all of this is a crisis of the West’s own making. This entire calamity could have been avoided, if only the West had competent leadership. (Of course, expecting competent leadership in dumbocracies is a lot like expecting ice cubes to stay frozen in Hell.)
Worse, the collapse is accelerating. Events in Banderastan appear to be approaching another culminating point. It is very difficult to escape the feeling that something very big is about to happen – but this time, from the Russians. The entire Project Ukraine experiment – Slava Cocaini and all that jazz – appears to be winding down, for it has failed completely, and its biggest backers are now scrambling for the exits to get off this crazy train. And when – not if, but WHEN – Slava Cocaini finally blows up, the Russians will be in prime position to do whatever they feel is necessary to eliminate the immense threat on their western borders.
When that happens… NATO will have to go to war itself, or face total irrelevance and disintegration.
Either way, the West collapses in on itself. That is the only logical outcome for any of this. We are rapidly approaching the end of “Extend and Pretend” – it is OVER. That is no longer possible in a world of high interest rates, when central bank balance sheets take the same kind of reaming up the wrong end that regular banks do, but without the benefit of a global backstop to bail them out.
No matter what happens, we need to remember the mistakes that brought us to this point – the arrogance, stupidity, madness, and degeneracy that resulted in this catastrophe. Let us hope that future generations will be less insane, less reckless, and perhaps slightly less idiotic, than their forbears were.
That is quite enough of the heavy stuff for now – believe me, there is plenty more of it to come. Let us get on to the real reason for today’s poast.
This here is Marina Laswick, age 30 from Canuckistan, now living in Southern Clownipornia, and apparently quite happily married. That latter fact would probably explain why she seems to be rather a cut above the usual Instathots you find on the platform – something about the married ones often (not always) makes them class things up quite a bit.
(For those with superb taste in music – like me – you will recognise the song reference in the title. Those unfortunate enough to lack such good graces, should avail themselves of the opportunity to check out JETHRO TULL’s classic about a travelling salesman.)
Happy Friday, everyone. I am off to get some very badly needed shut-eye – it’s been a damned long week – and then will get back to the usual shitposting tomorrow.
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