By the pricking of my thumbs,
Macbeth Act IV Scene I
Something wicked this way comes.
I’ve followed this blog for sometime. Throughout my readership, I’ve seen large sections deleted or removed, usually through deplatforming or the author falling victim to our neverending SJW inquisition. Despite the changes, I’ve always loved the content and it helped me understand the current direction of our country, as well as, inconvenient truths about our past. A constant theme has always been that trouble is on the horizon and many of our fellow citizens have their heads firmly stuck in the sand. So, I started digging on my own, thanks to this fair website, on some startling problems plaguing our people, all the while, these troubles are generally unbeknownst to our neighbors and family.
Fortunate Son
Current national trends indicate that each year more people die of overdoses—the majority of which involve opioid drugs—than died in the entirety of the Vietnam War, the Korean War, or any armed conflict since the end of World War II. Each day, 90 Americans die prematurely from an overdose that involves an opioid. From 1999 to 2011, hydrocodone use increased more than two-fold, oxycodone use more than five-fold, and the mortality rate of opioid-related overdose almost four-fold. This is a massive problem that most people are overlooking. Whole swaths of the country are being hollowed out and killed by pain-killers and pill-pushers.
Problems in the United States don’t get solved, they get compounded. The War on Drugs was lost and drug deaths are worse than before, the War on Poverty was a pipedream and the War on Terrorism is an eternal procession of flag draped coffins courtesy of the Graveyard of Empires. The opioid epidemic will not be solved, it can’t be solved within the current political system. Pill-mills will be shut down and dealers will certainly be caught, but no full measures will be implemented to solve the problem. We are a country of half-measures or no-measures. Mr. American, forget the problem until your nephew ODs in his friend’s basement.
American Express
The average credit card debt per U.S. household was $8,398 in June 2019. That’s $1.07 trillion in total credit card debt. It exceeds the pre-recession record of $1.02 trillion reached in 2008. In 2008, national credit card debt exceeded $1 trillion, that’s trillion with a “t.” That was an average of $8,299 in credit card debt per household. It was 38% of total U.S. consumer debt. The only other time Americans relied so heavily on credit card debt was in the late 90s. It was about 41% then. This is, like the drug death sweeping the nation, another monumental concern for a serious country.
Unfortunately, we’re not a serious country. We’re not serious, we’re consumers. The credit card is our plastic ticket for trinkets and trips. Whereas our grandfathers were frugal, we’re flippant with money (really, just debt). We don’t make tangible things anymore, we make transactions, interest rates and listen to “Please Hold.” Debt slavery is more real than any fabrication of White Privilege Theory – and, it hurts everyone. It’s not a bug, it’s a feature in a consumer-centered economy.
Want Fries With That?
The nation’s obesity rate is approaching 40% after holding around 34–35% in the mid to late 2000s, according to data in The State of Obesity: Better Policies for a Healthier America 2018. No state has had a statistically significant drop in its obesity rate in the past five years. With the latest data from the National Health and Nutrition Examination Survey (NHANES) showing that 39.6 percent of adults and 18.5 percent of children ages 2 to 19 in America have obesity, the report noted that “these are the highest rates ever documented by NHANES.”
Not serious and also not healthy. Who would have thought? A nationalist, of any stripe, cares about the well-being and physical health of his or her people. I’m not advocating for early morning calisthenics in the town-square, while Big Brother monitors you from a giant projector and guards patrol the perimeter, but something has to be done before we all resemble the humans from WALL-E. Think I’m overreacting? Ask Uncle Sam’s generals.
Losing My Religion
Per Gallup, American church membership was 70% or higher from 1937 through 1976, falling to an average of 68% in the 1970s through the 1990s. However, in the past 20 years we have seen an accelerated decline, with a 20% drop since 1999 and more than half of that change occurring since the start of the current decade. Since the turn of this century, the percentage of U.S. adults with no religious affiliation has more than doubled – from 8% to 19%. And, think about the future: just 42% of millennials are members of churches, on average.
Indebted, hooked on drugs, fat and godless. The Gipper once said, “I’ve spoken of the Shining City all my political life. …In my mind it was a tall, proud city built on rocks stronger than oceans, windswept, God-blessed, and teeming with people of all kinds living in harmony and peace; a city with free ports that hummed with commerce and creativity. And if there had to be city walls, the walls had doors and the doors were open to anyone with the will and the heart to get here. That’s how I saw it, and see it still.” I ain’t seeing it, chief.
Instead, I see something else. A long, black train. It’s an ancient locomotive, billowing black smoke and engine snarling, as it barrels down the tracks to Your Town, USA. The conductor flashes a toothless grin and howls with excitement. His charges, sprawled about the dining car, reflect the dim and depressing present state of Decline America.
-By Charles Halloway
O I’m a good old rebel, now that’s just what I am. For this “fair land of freedom” I do not care at all. I’m glad I fit against it, I only wish we’d won, And I don’t want no pardon for anything I done.
