This is extremely weird. 20-year old Thomas Matthew Crooks, now dead but not before taking the life of an innocent bystander, once appeared in a BlackRock ad (WATCH HERE) looking very normal. Those acquainted with him also considered him normal, albeit a “loner”. There’s also a clip of him receiving his diploma, again, looking very normal. Not much to go on, but it’s enough to make one wonder why someone like this would suddenly throw their life away in an attempt to kill Trump.

Another thing that is odd: both Crooks’ parents were professional behavioral therapists. What does that mean in the big picture? Too soon to say, but the fields of psychology are filled with Frankensteins and Oppenheimers, tinkering with things that should be left alone.

So, the shooting. Crooks had to have known that this was a suicide mission, that he wouldn’t make it out alive. He openly carried a rifle onto a nearby roof, in full view of rally attendees. How did he get onto the roof? Some say that he brought a ladder, or a ladder was already waiting for him. He shimmied across the roof, found a suitable position, waited, and then fired. This all happened while attendees were screaming that someone on the roof had a gun. I’m a little surprised that the gunman wasn’t dressed in military garb, to fool the Secret Service snipers, but it appears that he wore clothes to blend into the crowd of Trump supporters.

So Crooks shoots, fails in his mission, and is immediately killed by counter snipers. All this doesn’t really add up. Is this really an act committed by a relatively normal person? What social and professional circles did Crooks move through? Considering his parents’ profession, and his appearance in the BlackRock ad, I’d say he was in close proximity to very dark organizations and machinations his entire life. I’d say he was used by the permanent state as a disposable tool to achieve the death of Donald Trump.

I honestly think this could be another case of technological possession. There’s always the shadow of the professional in shootings like this one. Crooks came within 1 inch of achieving his aim. How much training would it take to get this close to a candidate, evading the enormous police presence, and come so close to achieving your goal, all the while knowing with certainty that you are about to die a horrible death? Was 20-year old Crooks really capable of all that?

Is America losing faith in democracy? Are we slowly releasing our grip on a grand experiment that some believe should be held onto firmly, no matter the consequences? Or are greater numbers arriving at an inevitable disillusionment, as one does when they realize that the water they see in the distance is just a mirage? We’ve chased this particular mirage far into the desert, and the unspoken conclusion is that we should’ve never chased it in the first place. The illusion of democracy creates unjustifiable dreams in far too many people. Politicians and candidates spout fantasies, dreams that will manifest if they should be elected. The Promised Land never emerges, and the loss of hope instills intense resentment among those who believed the lies.

We should never have indulged the fantasies that come with the democratically-elected Presidency. Who does the President represent, anyway. Has his many incarnations really ever represented us at all? Eight years of some new huckster, borne aloft by his skill at weaving fantasies, spends his tenure as a short-lived activist, ensuring his agenda is fulfilled, never our own. The ideal President would be one who does almost nothing, aside from ensuring the well-oiling of the clockwork machine created by our Founders. But we have had nothing but an unbroken succession of activist Presidents, each throwing the nation manufactured chaos as he makes good on the promises made to his wealthy and influential supporters.

The greatest mistake our nation ever made was made in its infancy, and made by arguably its greatest hero. George Washington retired after two terms to his farm, setting the standard for American Presidents ever since. What would our nation look like now if he’d remained President until his death in 1799, passing the baton to either to one of his three children, or to another of the Founders.

As anathema as it might be to the public conscience, America should have established a hereditary monarchy, of Washington, Jefferson, and Adams. Imagine an unbroken lineage of Adams’ on an American throne and ask yourself honestly if we’d be better off. We most certainly would. Imagine a direct descendant of Jefferson currently sitting on an American throne, us free of the societal fracturing that results from Presidential elections.

Imagine an Eisenhower remaining in office until his death in 1969. A far steadier and sturdier nation would have resulted than what we’d got.

A forgotten tidbit of American history is that, in 1789, America almost did get a king, albeit a Prussian one. In that year, as the relatively weak and disordered nation struggled to maintain control, held together by the Articles of Confederation, Nathanial Gorham (president of the Continental Congress at that time), wrote to Prince Henry of Prussia, son of none other than Frederick the Great. Prince Henry was offered to accept the role of King of the United States. How would history have panned out, had we been ruled over by a Prussian instead of this 8-year succession of grifters and activists?

Democracy eventually ends in dictatorship, so why not head off that inevitability by establishing a constitutional monarchy? Why not establish a university, in the vein of West Point, that breeds future rulers? Why not something, anything, other than what we have now? But we know it won’t happen.

America will cling to democracy as one clings to an opiate addiction, even as it takes its final, narcotic breath.

Springfield, a city of around 55,000 residents, has been thrown into crisis as a result of an influx of 20,000 illegal Haitian migrants having been settled there over the past four years.  This Middle America town has been thrust to the front lines of an engineered demographic revolution known by many as the Great Replacement. Having arrived and settled this area under our far-too-generous asylum system, the city is scrambling to provide housing for these newcomers, ironically providing aid and charity to their replacements.

Why does America, and why do Americans, feel obligated to self-immolate to provide aid to these foreign masses? Why does it seem like we as a culture have no self-respect when it comes to invasion-level immigration? Haiti has fallen into lawless chaos, but why does that mean that we are obligated to accept every person fleeing the chaos?

Time to learn self-respect and put an end to this slow-motion suicide.

Until we free our nation from this tiny country our destiny will be forever out of our control.

Using a carefully calculated ratio of four “indirect deaths” to one “direct death”, the prestigious Lancet Journal estimates the Gaza death toll could be at least 180,000, with most of the dead still buried under the rubble. And the killing shows no sign of abating, as Israel continues its random bombing runs of what remains of the Gaza population.

America will never come to terms with what it has wedded itself to in Israel, which is no less than the unrestrained dark heart of the human race, a prehistoric evil given modern weaponry, a vicious creed that can only be accurately described as psychological rabies, meaning and identity derived only through the slaughter of its perceived enemies. That is what Israel is, and what it will always be. This creed that animates it is built upon mass murder. I sincerely hope that serious scholars are writing tracts for posterity’s sake on this abyssal evil.

Israel, the ultimate victims in its own mind, gives itself free rein to exact disproportionate blood atonement for imagined enemies. Sure, Israel has many enemies. When you murder entire villages, drop white phosphorous on Lebanese farmers, and hold an entire people captive in an open-air concentration camp, enemies will seem to appear overnight.

Israel will never stop until someone makes them stop. They will never stop until the money and weapons cease to flow from American taxpayers. Until then, Americans will be forced to foot the bill for this cold-blooded, black-eyed societal crocodile. But cut off the funds and guns, and this crocodile won’t sink back into the mire without trying to take us with it. It’s grown too big, too bloodthirsty, too inhuman. Just imagine what some future American generation will be forced to live through because we couldn’t put the cork back on this particular bottle.

The bobbies and English courts really have their priorities in order with this latest bust: four months in the clink for a man for carrying a 6” replica Zelda sword. This in the nation that is overrun with migrant crime, rape gangs, and random acts of ultra violence. Do these animals get four months in an English prison?

We suffer from a glut of democracy. Almost everything has been presented to “the People” as contingent, up for debate, conditional, and “the People” have made a terrible mess of things. In reality, very few people actually vote, but the ones who do guide the destiny of our nation. John Adams wrote of democracy, “It soon wastes, exhausts, and murders itself. There never was a democracy yet that did not commit suicide.”.

How can the heat and raw, animal emotion of the present provide us with legislation and leaders capable of preserving us as a nation into the far future? But this is the essence of democracy, and while our Founders placed safeguards that dulled and tempered the emotional tempests unleashed at the polls, they didn’t go far enough. Presidential elections, you may have noticed, inflict deep social wounds across the country, as we all divide up into armed camps and saber rattle right up to Election Day. Electoral politics has become increasingly vicious and bloodthirsty. We grow to hate those who vote for the Other Guy, who don’t support Our Guy. We plaster signs all over our yards, bumper stickers on our cars, proclaiming our support for someone who will inevitably sell out, and go out with a corrupt Bang! as his term ends.

This is all deeply unhealthy, and unsustainable. Presidential politics is killing us. Rather, give us a sovereign, appointed for life, and chosen via a method slightly less crude than direct democracy.

We look around and silently ask, “where is my sovereign?” We may not even realize we’re asking it. An American monarchy might be a beautiful thing. An end to blood feud-style Presidential politics would be even more beautiful. This nation deserves someone bred for leadership, removed from a desire for wealth, someone who has never debased himself before the public, begging for votes. It’s revolting when you think about it.

Give us a sovereign. Let us vote for our city and state leaders, our school boards, our little local elections. But give us a sovereign, appointed for life, answerable to a Congress and the courts. Appointed for life, this leader would take a long-term view of his decisions, who would look decades into the future, not a mere four years.

Our American Presidents have never took the interests of this nation seriously, despite the ridiculous campaign rhetoric. A permanent end to Presidential politics would be one of the greatest changes in our history. We’d be forever freed of the nonsense, the meaningless slogans and rallies. Take the time to imagine such a world, your view of our political system may never be the same.

Over the past year, I’ve noticed several harbingers of a clear de-civilizing process that has been set in motion, silently. The most auspicious has been the rapid proliferation of LED streetlights, replacing the beautiful ambience of the sodium vapor bulb. Town after town has fallen to this ugly, evil (every evil development is ugly) glare, and the once-quaint dusk of almost every Oklahoma town has been brutally dispatched, and in its place a blinding ultra brightness has been established. This has been a significant victory for the cause of ugliness, and it has been achieved almost overnight, with zero resistance. City councils deemed the new artificial light to be more cost efficient, “environmentally sound”, and so, aesthetics and beauty be damned, they made their towns hideous to the spirit.

No town that I’ve encountered, in my nocturnal travels, has made the effort to even place a light-diffusing cover over these harsh bulbs, whereas the old lights were covered, and diffused their charming amber glow. We now drive under a series of pin-point welding arcs, and can’t see a damned thing. Vehicle headlights are now equipped with the LED plague, and meeting other cars on the road is a blinding experience.

I’m at a loss to explain the indifference towards beauty on the part of city leaders. Decisions seem to only take into account dollars and cents, and everyone appears to be in a mad rush to penny pinch their way to wealth, and in the process, utterly destroying what made their cities beautiful, and civilized.

I’ve also noticed the mushroom-like growth of the four-way stop, particularly in my hometown. Long streets with unbroken right-of-ways have now been segmented with ridiculously unnecessary four-ways. Stop signs are going up everywhere, hobbling the driving experience, and creating needless conflict as if by design. The four-way stop seems tailor-made to elevate blood pressure and incite road rage. Who has the right-of-way? Drivers race to the four-way to beat the other drivers also racing there. Some blow through the stop sign altogether, assuming that the other driver will also stop. Two-ways, with their clear demarcation of right-of-way, rarely had this problem. The four-way, I’m convinced, has its origins, just as the LED streetlights, in the deepest pit of Hell. Some spirit of prudish, hateful antipathy to civilization appears to have settled in the hearts of city planners, and is now running free.

Are we better off than we were three or four decades ago? The answer is a resounding no. Rampant, unhinged technological progress has resulted in the opposite of a Utopia. There’s a man who walks his dog every morning while hunched over his smartphone, posture permanently distorted. It’s a dismal sight.

Local businesses, having been open for decades, are now closing up shop, replaced with vaperies or weed shacks. All new business is of the chain variety, devoid of soul and charm. What explains this?

Small town America has always seemed to me to be the fountain of civilization. When they go down, so goes the world. The technological god is smothering whatever remains that is human there, and now generations raised on the screen will inherit their ruins. Who carries the memory of civilization anymore, who has time to? Cities are in a rush to bulldoze the past and pay fly-by-nighters to erect particle board horrors in their place. Are we becoming the flies of a summer, with no past, no future, and little hope?

If we are to live in a Dark Age, make it a real Dark Age of charm and imagination, because this current age has neither. We live surrounded by technological marvels, but are far less well-off than our predecessors, who were forced, by necessity, to use their minds to work things out. Through technology, our minds are dulled, emotions infantilized, bodies enervated, and yet we each are confined to our individual hamster wheels, that spin continually faster. We race to make ends meet, only occasionally noticing that 5 years, 10 years, two decades have passed, as our expenses increase steadily.

A very real cultural attitude of anxiety about the future has taken hold, but we don’t know who or what to blame. We feel under constant attack, but can see no enemy. Vaguely, we wonder if God will shake the biosphere, through everything into blessed chaos, freeing us from this stifling course.

Looks like the Dems, having spent a week entertaining the idea of recruiting another candidate and forcing Biden out, have pushed their doubts aside, and have reassembled behind President Dementia. Which means that they’ve got something up their sleeves as far as November voter turnout. Will we really experience multi-day voting as we await the millions of by-mail ballots to arrive?