Food, Fuel, and Fascism: Their Election or Your Life?

After two years of managing the Truth To Power website and subsequent to many more years of researching domestic and geopolitical events and trends, it is chilling to witness so much of what “prophets” like Mike Ruppert, Matt Savinar, Catherine Austin Fitts, Richard Heinberg, Matt Simmons, Dmitry Orlov, myself, and many others have been forecasting for nearly a decade or longer. We are no longer prophets but truly historians, and yet I take no pleasure in the accuracy of these forecasts or in the fact that our dire predictions are unfolding before our eyes. When I use the word “chilling”, I mean just that, while at the same time, I feel sorrow that so many are yet still so comatose to the reality of the cataclysm that is manifesting around them. While I feel fear and sadness for them, I have no energy now to expend on them. As most readers of this site know, my life is all about preparation and building community in order to navigate the inevitable.

These are the last hours on the deck of the Titanic, and the chamber orchestra is now playing “Nearer My God To Thee” as the ship continues to take on barrels of water per second, and all but one or two lifeboats have been filled to capacity and launched into the open seas of escape from the capsizing horror – and with no guarantees that they will survive. Throngs of the doomed are drowning in the steerage compartments below – those indigent, third-class, “racially impure” masses of humanity that the “first-class”, who helped design the “unsinkable” vessel, kept locked away below the decks of obscene privilege and conspicuous consumption. Some say that economic depressions don’t affect the poor because they are already poor, but I’m certain that a black mother in the projects who can now give her kids only two meals a day will become acutely aware, as will her children, when she can only give them one.

Yet, amid what is unfolding in front of us, I receive emails from readers who tell

me that they are quite sure that somehow Obama is our hope and that if we just get

the right leadership, things will turn around. I hear talk at the checkout counters of

“all recessions eventually end” and “we just have to ride it out.” I wonder what

these individuals will be doing one year from now. I wonder how they will eat,

where they will be living, what will get them up in the morning, and whether

they’ll be able to sleep at night. And as the hollow, trite, tired cliches assault my

eardrums, I see and hear Richard Heinberg reporting soberly and assertively in

“The End Of Suburbia” that we will soon enter “a recession that never ends.” I

also hear Matt Simmons telling us that oil is still too cheap, and I ponder his recent

interview on CNBC forecasting $378 a barrel. I recall overhearing a man last

summer saying, “Gasoline is now three dollars a gallon. What’s happening to this

world?” I wonder where the man is now; I wonder if he’ll still be around for $378

a barrel.

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