I have written, and spoken so much about all of the ethno-racial civilizational crisis which we face, that I sometimes come down with world weariness, and its neighbour, world weirdness. In this state one gets a severe flu, sore throat, and “absolute diarrhoea”, which is an unpleasant illness, depleting one’s fighting reserves, let alone bodily fluids and vital essences. But, after a few days crawling through the existential mud, I bootstrap myself up, and go on. Here, is a brief rundown on things which collectively put me down for a count of nine, this week, a doomsday shopping list.
It is strange for the Third World to lead the First in the political correctness stakes, but it happens. Colombia, in South America, has now recognised a polygamous marriage of three gay men. Apparently this family was once four men, but one of the party died of cancer. Then there were three. Colombia legalised same sex marriage last year, and has now recognised gay polygamous marriage in record time. If three can be recognised then why not 500? No doubt, if it has a precedence somewhere in the world, then it will happen in record time in good old Oz. This will mean that traditional marriage becomes basically meaningless. But, of course, that was the plan.