Death By Subsidy

Making The World Fake And Ghey

Even as this Wolf writes this, "Hurricane Milton" HAARP/Chemtrail Theatre is "Slamming" the Florida Peninsula.  Of course, nearly everything on the Lamestream Media is Fake and Ghey, as is the "Satellite Imagery" and also the bevy of charts and graphs from the "National Hurricane Center".  Whatever the Hell is occurring out in the Gulf of Mexico, oil tanker and cargo container traffic does not seem very inconvenienced, and ports in Mexico are apparently running normally.  So, when the sun rises along the Florida Coast on Thursday, October 10th, 2024, we can expect what we see to not make any sense.

Meanwhile, this Wolf has seen the stories coming out of Tennessee and North Carolina- all brought to us by an army of shills on JooToob and platforms like the aptly named "Odysee".  In one sense, he has little sympathy for the "victims".  Many of them were Obese Slovenly Trailer Trash living high off the Section Eight Hog, calmly watching the Waters Rise while waiting for a Notification that the Government was coming to Save Them.  They became food for the Catfish, Sharks, or Bottom Dwellers, depending on how far they got.  Some know the saying: God Always Forgives, Man Sometimes Forgives, but Nature Never Forgives.  And, eventually, the Chickens come home.  A Sheriff once told this Wolf: "The Wheels of Justice turn slowly, but, slowly, they turn."  Do remember that, sir, because your proverbial number is coming up.

While currently it is hard to sort through the lies and the shills and the censors to ascertain the truth on the ground, discerning how we got here is a cakewalk.  Let us review the Modern Operation.

Everything started in 1913, on Jekyll Island, with the Creation of a System that is not officially Federal and of course it never had any Reserves.  But what it did have was the ability to fool people into thinking that Credit is Money, and to manipulate the economy through stimulating naked greed.  The first victims were the Farmers, who were enticed to take out a loan to buy a shiny new tractor that would multiply crop yields.  John Deere, FarmAll, and Found-On-Road-Dead (or First-On-Race-Day- pick your pleasure) all got very, very rich, while Joe Farmer discovered that when one person produces a lot of something that is wonderful, but when all the neighbors are doing so as well the result is a glut.

Of course, the glut could have been a boon to life in America.  When one farmer can suddenly do the work of ten, that means the other nine people no longer need to farm.  They can write a book or a song, become a master carpenter producing heirloom furniture, or a silversmith, or paint masterpieces for posterity.  Instead, some Satanic Pederast had a wonderful idea- create a government bureaucracy to pay farmers not to grow crops but rather just sit around the local bar all day having measuring contests.  Then, another Satanic Pederast had an even better idea- create the Farm Bubble, where stocks would rise based on dividends from the aforementioned tractor companies to the point where the stocks themselves would become coveted by Speculators, to the point where loans would be taken out to buy the stocks, to the point where loans would be taken out to finance the voracious materialism of the speculators.  Then, at a strategic moment, pop the Farm Bubble and buy out the insolvent for pennies on the dollar, and then turn those said Tractor Factories to the business of making Tanks for the War (to End All Wars) planned by some other Satanic Pederasts.

And then, with all those profits, the Satanic Pederasts produced the Military Industrial Complex.  But this Party was just getting started.  The real goal was to create That Immense Sucking Sound, where the Means of Production was taken away from Family Farms and Small Businesses and placed squarely into the hands of Big Oil, Big Banks, and Big Government.  Lenin and Stalin may have had their Five Year Plans (just Beta Tests for Bankster experiments, as was the whole Soviet Union- the Russians thought it was the Workers' Paradise) but the Banksters had the Stock Market Crash of 1929 and the Great Depression.  And that is when the Sheeple were lured into the game En Masse.

The Sheeple, of course, should have known better.  Those flocking to the factories from farm and homestead for the security of the Forty Hour Work Week- and no responsibilities outside the walls set up by Papa Warbucks, where one shopped until they dropped- however, should have paused for a moment at the Gates of Euphoria and pondered what might happen if demand for what the factory produced plummeted because... well, there is always a better mousetrap.  Unfortunately, all they saw was the glitter, and when it was wound up it played music or otherwise made noise or marched in circles around the table.  Who wanted to stand in the way of Progress and Prosperity while We Poked Along.  Franky Roosevelt was going to save us all.

No, what Frank was party to was the greatest con of all.  In Russia, Communism had to be introduced at gunpoint.  In North America, all it took was several strokes of the pen.  Americans did not get a New Deal, they got a Raw Deal.  Oh, not for lack of prophets; but the Fr Charles Coughlins and the Huey Duey Longs were pretty much ignored because Roosevelt was going to put a chicken in every pot and no baby was going to be left unkissed.  The Great Plan, of course, for North America was that the men were going to die to make the World Safe for Standard Oil, Royal Dutch Shell, and British Petroleum while the women abandoned sewing machines and the culinary arts to weld together Liberty Ships.  And with just a little help from a Pius in the Vatican, what Rush Limbaugh would later dub the "FemiNazi" was born.  It worked wonderfully; That Girl moved Uptown.

Both Sexes were well-rewarded for their part in destroying what was left of Christendom in Eastern Europe.  The Men got "GI Loans" so they could go to college and become lawyers expert in discovering and exploiting the loopholes in the tax code while the women were fed a steady of diet of HollyWood Fantasies- culminating with Julie Andrews and the Sound of Bankster Music- that fed their fantasies of being Queen of Suburbia.  And all this in a world where Huge Convair Bombers- "Six turning, Four burning"- were Peacemakers by carpeting Evil Upstart Truthtellers with explosives and incendiaries until "peace" broke out across fields of rubble.  (That is the only "Peace" Banksters understand, not the Tranquility of Order.)

(Of Course, many could not quite put their finger on it, but something was very, very wrong during the Pontificate of Pius XII but not to worry, Good Pope John and Johnny Kennedy were coming to save the day.  For danger of getting ahead of the story, currently we have Pope Frantic and the Synod on Synodality, and the upcoming S(Election).   How do you think that is going to work out?)

The Happy Days all ended when the Magic Bullet was heard around the World in 1963, and we entered Total Subsidy Hell.

The Indians on the Reservations were subsidized so they could drown their sorrow in Budweiser.

Single Pregnant Women were subsidized so they could drown their sorrow in Marijauna.

Unemployed Steel Workers were Subsidized so they could drown their sorrows with Iron City Beer.

Subsidies were breaking out everywhere.  The cops were subsidized to fight the war on drugs.  The ambulances were subsidized to transport the cancer patients.  The labs were subsidized to cure disease.  The doctors were subsidized to treat the poor.  The lawyers were subsidized to represent the victims.  The military was subsidized to kill commies for mommies.  The farmers were paid to grow nothing.  The pastors were subsidized if they parroted the Party Line.  Landlords were subsidized to rent to the poor.  Bus companies were subsidized to transport soldiers.  Airlines were subsidized to stay solvent.  Car manufacturers were subsidized because they were too big to fail.  Even the Big Banks were eventually subsidized, imagine that.

After all, a government that could print money out of thin air could subsidize everything.  And ultimately, they subsidized concepts that were more absurd than Pink Unicorns Dancing on Rainbows- windmill farms that consume more power than they output, electric vehicles that would completely overwhelm infrastructure if they ever got popular, and lithium-ion batteries that can become Smart Bombs.

And so now we live in a world our Great-Grandparents could well nigh have never comprehended, a world full of electronic beggars, weather warfare, technocratic Gnosticism, and the Incredibly Slothful who find it painfully laborious to type out a credit card number, let alone write a check or pay in cash.

Our Lady of Fatima, pray for us.  You are our only hope!