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In a single conversation, a single turn of phrase, the
answer came to me, as if by revelation, from someone that belongs to
the least likely source.

I am here to tell you we have already won.
Though you don't realize it yet, neoliberalisms invincibility will be its own
demise. And all the falterings of the past, where it was miraculously resurrected, are themselves not emanations of its immortality, but premonitions
of its end.

I have seen this with such clarity, such certainty, the how, the what, the who, the way, it was as if it was illuminated by lightning's flash.

Thirteen years is the number of days left for neoliberalism. How fitting a number. And the why and how I will refrain.

And the where and the who will not be from us, but from another demographic, and I will not confirm or hint any one group or other, no matter the bait.

There will come a day when to stop this change that is coming, the neoliberal
world order will turn even to "pharoahs killing of the first born", and this too will fail. Come disarming, or not, this too will pass, and fail to stop the change.

The dollar will disappear, as readily as D.C, not merely as an international entity, but even as a national entity in the seachange.

The flaw that will kill neoliberalism was baked in from the start, as old as politics itself. We have even already seen it, and we have even seen it stopped for a time, but these measures will fail also, and already are.

There will come a time when federal rule will end, and even the recognition of the constitution federally, will hold no meaning. And we will not emancipate ourselves by guns, or subterfuge, or any other means, but spiritually, as a whole people.

And the future will be a nation, even NATIONS, all over the west, where everyone can live with the society that follows.

For so long I lived with both this invincible faith that something must be done, and this carved-in-stone certainty that we were all doomed men, a generation whose destiny was to fade, or die, in a hopeless cause for greater ends, but no longer. I have toiled tirelessly at solutions, and artifice, to no avail. But now, I know, the outcome was never in our hands, but was always what would happen in the end to a system so deserving of its own demise.

And every attempt to halt the inevitable would in fact quicken that very end.

I have seen the future as clearly as any man can. Would go so far as to say I've been blessed. And I will say no more. The only way the end of neoliberalism could be stopped would be to identify the sub demographic, politically, socially, and culturally, that will bring that change, and I will seal up that answer forever.

It is fore-fucking-told. It is a certainty. The macro-strategic variables all lead to the same conclusion. No thing, no approach they try will change it unless they know the demographics, the who, and the how, which will bring the change.

And once they are known, the outcome is set, the course determined, self-reinforcing, like a prophecy.

The day of doom for the british intelligentsia and global softpower, the world banks, world zionism, wallstreet, the CCP, all of it, all of them hoping to own the future--the day of doom is already written in the circumstances which makes the very system of neoliberalism possible.

Neither world war, nor genocide can change it. The subversion and creeping global cultural dictatorship that took off in the 1960s, will, just as suddenly, over one short decade, dissolve, and melt away, like the echo of a great evil, fading away.


I've given up the fight, and I'm going to celebrate and live my life, because goats...

We have already won. The future is so bright it is almost blinding.

To those going to write "two more weeks", understand, this--this is not that.
It is a sudden insight into the workings of global relations and global powers
as a whole-of-systems approach. An insight so thorough, it surpasses even that
of those who implement it at a practical level. They cannot see it because they
are within it. Like a car with a blind spot, heading for a collision.

All I will leave you with is one final passage:
All things pass. Be of good cheer.