Last November, we all learned that China was grappling with a viral outbreak (which may or may not be caused by a genetically engineered bioweapon.) At the end of march, the U.S. Treasury was looted of trillions of dollars, nearly all of which ended up in the pockets of a few billionaires. In April, America’s supply lines began to collapse, and basic supplies became scarce on store shelves. Finally, in May, protests erupted ostensibly about police brutality, which have been hyped by the corporate press into a low-level race war.
America is coming apart. Donald Trump can not save it. Whether America dissolves tomorrow or twenty years from now, this is an inescapable fact. The average American is rightly concerned, and I don’t have any solid answers to the problems we collectively face. Even so, I’ve spent years anticipating something sorta like this chain of events, and I thought I’d open up a discussion about surviving whatever comes next.
In 2018, I had been living and working in one of America’s largest cities for four years. I liked my town, but I simultaneously saw the problems with long-term habitation. I’m going to list some of the factors I judged my move by:
- The town was prone to both storms and flooding.
- The climate in this town was tropical, and life without air-conditioning was very difficult.
- The town was largely populated by people of a different ethnic group, and adjacent to a foreign nation where this ethnic group was a majority.
- The town was politically very different than the immediate suburbs.
- The town was a sprawling urban mess, where nearly every square millimeter of earth was paved over.
It is possible to live in an area prone to flash floods, torrential rains, and hurricanes. People have lived in such areas for thousands of years. At the same time, when natural disasters occur, the residents survive through the good will of their neighbors.
When the power goes out in October, in an area where the fall temperature is 100 degrees F, and the humidity is 90%, one needs lots of clean water to survive, and he gets such stuff as a favor from the people around him.
In a disaster, the people around you are going to judge you. One might hope that he will be judged on his personal merits. In a small town this would be the case. In a large city, one will be judged on a set of presuppositions that are out of an individual’s control. Whether any of us likes it or not, nature has provided each of us with a uniform, in skin color. Certain other factors also come into play: what language you speak is a big one. What religion you follow is another.
In the event of an emergency, when resources are scarce, it is human nature to prioritize helping those who are like yourself. This is not an ideological construct, as we are constantly told in the media. It is a basic, instinctual response to crisis. We are hard-wired to look out for those who share our genes, with whom we have ancestors in common. Whether any of us like this simple aspect is irrelevant, as it is a biological reality.
I used to live in one of the cities in the above table. My city was less than two hours drive from the Mexican border. Moreover, my city is one of the few cities in America which had continuously been populated by Spanish speakers, from its very inception. I speak Spanish myself, but when I speak, it’s obvious that I speak it as a norteamericano.
Cities are a luxury that have been viable thanks to cheap energy and complicated infrastructure. If the trucks quit delivering supplies to any one of these cities, there would be mass migration, food riots, and widespread starvation. This would occur within weeks, not months.
Supposing the food and electricity ran out in my town, and further supposing I survived the chaos, and somehow made my way outside my megacity. Then I would be depending on the kindness of the people immediately outside of it. These are people who theoretically have the ability to feed themselves through their relationship with the land. Such people would likely be closer to my genotype, but they would also see me as a political enemy. To them, I would be a degenerate liberal urbanite, a coalburning race traitor, and a parasite who deserves his fate.
At the end of 2018, I packed up and left. I ended up in a largely agricultural, rural area. The American state I live in today is less populous than the county from which I departed. I won’t pretend to have had some religious vision, which led me to leave when I did, but in hindsight, I left at the perfect time. I was only able to move thanks to the fact that I had no wife and family, and I had been able to save my meager surplus without a conniving wimminz stealing the lot of it.
America is demographically set up in much the same way that Yugoslavia was, prior to its dissolution. Most of the unpleasantness in that breakup happened in the areas which were most highly mixed.
Take an honest look at your own ethnic and religious background. You don’t want to be the only person who looks like you when the food runs low. If I were an African-American, I would seriously consider moving to the American south. Not only that, but I’d try to position myself in the particular part of the county I end up in that is most homogenous.
When America dissolves, there will be no winners. Those who lose least will be the men who survive the dissolution. If you are in a large city, you need to seriously consider getting the fuck out. You should also take a few lessons from my people, in planning for the collapse.
Mormon Self-Defense Cells, Provo
Mormons are a bit better at resisting atomization than other groups. This is evident right now. The media is currently demonizing the militia which they are shocked to discover appearing spontaneously and overnight, who are now openly patrolling the streets in Utah and Arizona. We have a sort of religious duty to fight to the last man, and we all understand it from childhood… though most of us imagined we would be fighting the U.S. Army, we will also fight rioters.
Every American needs to start building these sorts of local connections right now. Find some capable men that you have something in common with, and start connecting with them. Anyone who has taken my advice about starting a home church is already doing this. A man doesn’t need to adopt a uniform or standardize weapons, or otherwise larp out as some sort of goony militia. Simply start talking to your brothers about current events.
There are a bunch of weird anarchists who are starting to come into residential areas. They are starting fires and fucking things up. What should we do if they hit our neighborhood?
Shelf-stable food is important. 10 kilo bags of rice and beans will keep a man going for a long time. A few boxes of protein bars also won’t hurt.
Is anyone else thinking about this sort of thing? Sound off with comments or criticism.