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“The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest
and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.”

H.P. Lovecraft

‘The atmosphere is lethal’

We have fallen victim to the Chinese curse: We live in interesting times. All of us, including the Chinese.


'Atmos-fear'

“Darkest just before the dawn”?
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Pathocracy, misrule by a self-identified Elect that has no experience of conscience or empathy, is universal. We cannot escape its clutches, any more than we can all the poisons physical and mental that are its byproducts. And perhaps the worst of those poisons is despair.

Because the pathocrats control the media, they make us think we are outnumbered, although we are many and the Elect are few. Because they control our institutions, we come to see those institutions as inherently hostile and corrupt. Because they control technologies that let them see and hear almost all we do, we fear to say what we really think; and when we have remained silent too long, the very freedom to think is in danger. Because they control the resources and can force us to subsist on not enough, they make us think their lies are true: that they really are better and stronger than we, and must inevitably triumph and install a dystopia more horrific than the contents of the darkest prophetic vision. Fell forces have been unleashed; the spirit quails. Black stormclouds loom; distant, fast-approaching lightnings flash; the sky is pregnant with menace, and we are helpless and puny, exposed to its fury on the ground beneath.

Sometimes it is tempting to throw up our hands in surrender and accept the victory of evil as final; selfishly to flee its epicenter and seek refuge in a place it has only lightly touched, rather than fight on as we must. But that is not an option, for evil never stops itself. And yet, evil is so powerful....

Such thoughts were chasing one another in desultory circles through my brain before I wrote this, and then like an echo from the past came lyrics I once heard in passing on an old television show called The Untouchables:

The wind turns like a dagger, the rain falls like a hammer
The sky has grown dark but it's not too late
The weather crashes down, what's lost cannot be found
The night is closing but it's not too late

It's not too late, it's not too late
It's not too late, it's not too late
The atmosphere is lethal but I will fear no evil

The ocean rolls like thunder, the tempest pulls us under
The dogs are howling but it's not too late
As broken structures rust, false idols turn to dust
All lies in ashes but it's not too late

It's not too late, it's not too late
It's not too late, it's not too late
The atmosphere is lethal but I will fear no evil

In the dark before the dawn, the echo of the siren song
Dies away like a ghost, as the day breaks

It's not too late, it's not too late
It's not too late, it's not too late
The atmosphere is lethal but I will fear no evil.

This song, “It’s Not Too Late,” was written by T Bone Burnett, an artist with whom I was not familiar until I looked it up. But surely, if ever there was an anthem for our struggle against the Elect, and a message for us to bear in mind in the face of all the Elect’s daunting show of force, it is this: “It’s not too late.


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