Walled Communities, Shopping Fortresses and Free Fire Zones

Linh Dinh – The Unz Review Aug 2, 2019

Philadelphia 2011. Click to enlarge

Voting or protesting, Americans don’t just achieve nothing, they lend legitimacy to their criminal government, for it can declare to the rest of the world, “See, we are a democracy! Our citizens do vote, and they can even protest!”
It’s an obvious point I’ve made repeatedly, though clearly into the void, but in my last article, I also suggested that revolution and coup d’état are impossible in the USA, but “With guerrilla actions, [Americans] can certainly carve out liberated zones, however, so there’s your glimmer of hope.”
A reader responded, “No, they can’t. If that were possible, it would have been done in the 80’s or 90’s—not now or in the future, when the repression is at its heaviest. You need to let go of that fantasy.”
Although I agree the American state will repress ever more barbarically, with even less an appearance of legality, Washington’s reach will be greatly diminished, simply because it has wrecked the country on which its power depends.
America’s economy is a staggering zombie, its infrastructure duct taped and its global prestige splattered with much innocent blood and relentless mendacity. Worse, it can’t be rebuilt because it has no racial, cultural or philosophical foundation left, and even its borders are disavowed by a large chunk of its population.
Many 21st century Americans will cringe at my listing of race as a national foundation or glue, but across the American Southwest, there are countless graffiti extolling “la raza,” and in “Communist” Vietnam, I routinely see nationalist or racialist billboards. Last week, I spotted a sign, “VIETNAM IS ONE, VIETNAMESE ARE ONE.” Ho Chi Minh declared this in 1963, meaning North and South Vietnam should be united, but here, now, it means all the ethnic tribes, some only recently conquered, should see themselves as Vietnamese.
There’s always violence in assimilation, and you can’t have unity without conformity. With 54 ethnicities, Vietnam is also multicultural, like most other societies, but the Vietnamese are securely dominant numerically, thus culturally, and they’re not going to let this leverage be challenged or diluted.
Although Kurds, Armenians, Kazakhs or Chams, etc., may be invaded, massacred, evicted or scattered, they can reclaim or reconstitute their nation even centuries later, as long as they’ve retained enough of their core identity, which is primarily based on their practically hermetic language. Unlike English, it’s not a much corrupted whore. I’m messing with her right now.
In the US, the argument for open border is not just impractical, but confused. In “Abolish Borders as Revolutionary Futurity,” Carlos Jackson argues, “For decades, the idea of border abolition and ‘sin fronteras’ was a utopian speculation, yet now it is becoming a necessary response to the fascist turn in U.S. domestic policy. On February 22, 2017, Guadalupe Olives Valencia committed suicide moments after being deported back to Mexico. National and international news outlets covered the suicide, and its coincidence with the U.S. President’s initiation of a mass militarized deportation effort. Valencia’s suicide reminded me of Walter Benjamin’s—a German Jewish Marxist philosopher and member of the Frankfurt School, who in 1940 committed suicide rather than be repatriated to Nazi controlled France.”
So Benjamin committed suicide because he could not escape Fascism, but Valencia killed himself because he could not flee to Fascism.
It’s telling that Jackson cites Benjamin’s Jewishness, Marxism and membership in the Frankfurt School, all key factors to open border advocacy in white countries.
Decomposed, America has but one rallying symbol, its flag, but that I can find even on the thin asses of teenage girls in my buttfuck town, Ea Kly! It’s true they have a more positive view of America than just about all its citizens. Though they know nothing about American history, heritage or geography, they can’t help but be mesmerized by the money tossing, twerking and grinding America that constantly streams into their consciousness.
With its unprecedented heterogeneity, nearly a quarter of its population enslaved and its indigenous massacred or chased across the continent, the United States was a tenuous proposition right from the beginning, but with its tremendous wealth, much of it gained through imperial plunder and blackmail, it has kept enough of its citizens fat and happy. Once this racket unwinds, the nation’s done, and don’t expect Uncle Sam to ever rise from his coffin.
But how will he go into that good night? Dmitri Orlov lists the five stages of collapse as financial, commercial, political, social and cultural, with the rot abetting each happening simultaneously.
With full social collapse, “Society fragments into extended families and small tribes of a dozen or so families, who find it advantageous to band together for mutual support and defense. This is the form of society that has existed over some 98.5% of humanity’s existence as a biological species, and can be said to be the bedrock of human existence.”
Though that may sound dandy to some, most Americans wouldn’t want to slip that far. To avoid this, they must arrest their collapse at the political stage, as the federal government loses its mandate and power. Orlov, “This is the age of Big Men: charismatic leaders, rabble-rousers, ruthless Macchiavelian princes and war lords. In the luckier places, they find it to their common advantage to pool their resources and amalgamate into some sort of legitimate local government, while in the rest their jostling for power leads to a spiral of conflict and open war.” At best, then, they must work together to establish local order and democracy. That’s a tall order.
What about the immediate future, as in the next twenty years? America’s demolitionists will be long gone, with the remaining affluent retreating into walled communities, to be guarded by well-armed goons. Their servants will dwell in slums even more menacing than today’s.
All will fondly remember this era, for we’re not just living through peak oil, but peak food, travel, porn, beer, books, canned music and population, etc. Roasting mutant sparrows over an open fire, kids will listen to a bent, toothless man recount his childhood visit to the great city of Detroit or Gary, Indiana, circa 2000.
Raving, he will barf up tales that must be lies, they’re so unbelievable, “There was a peachy faced Jewish princess who expertly blew a burger clown inside the Whitey House, but juking impeachment, this man became a season ticket holder at a Caribbean theme park, where there was only one kiddie ride! Each sunset, there’s a raw parade of naked orphans sashaying down Main Street.” The fossilized fart hacks up some red, white and blue phlegm. “Bill, that’s his name, never got tired of his Jewish treat!”
“Did he have a wife, grandpa?”
“Yes, and she was worshipped by all the bulldykes of this land, because she stood by her young pussy loving man.”
“That doesn’t make sense, grandpa.”
“You don’t know nothing.” Then, with his voice trailing off, “By and by, the buy and buy went bye bye…”
Linh Dinh’s latest book is Postcards from the End of America. He maintains a regularly updated photo blog

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One response to “Walled Communities, Shopping Fortresses and Free Fire Zones”

  1. The United States is in the beginning stages of collapse, perhaps a greater depression. Donald Trump laments third world nations as shitholes when in fact Amerika is rapidly becoming a shithole. Many of those overseas shitholes were created by Amerikan bombs.

    Trump was elected on the slogan of making America great again. Are his tariffs going to save us or accelerate the decline? Is Trump the great savior or the snake in the poem he talked about on the campaign trail?

    What if the woman in that poem is Lady Liberty, our freedom and prosperity, and the snake, Trump?

    SNAKE POEM THAT TRUMP READ:

    On her way to work one morning

    Down the path alongside the lake

    A tender-hearted woman saw a poor half-frozen snake

    His pretty colored skin had been all frosted with the dew

    “Oh well,” she cried, “I’ll take you in and I’ll take care of you”

    “Take me in oh tender woman

    Take me in, for heaven’s sake

    Take me in oh tender woman,” sighed the snake

    She wrapped him up all cozy in a curvature of silk

    And then laid him by the fireside with some honey and some milk

    Now she hurried home from work that night as soon as she arrived

    She found that pretty snake she’d taken in had been revived

    “Take me in, oh tender woman

    Take me in, for heaven’s sake

    Take me in oh tender woman,” sighed the snake

    Now she clutched him to her bosom, “You’re so beautiful,” she cried

    “But if I hadn’t brought you in by now you might have died”

    Now she stroked his pretty skin and then she kissed and held him tight

    But instead of saying thanks, that snake gave her a vicious bite

    “Take me in, oh tender woman

    Take me in, for heaven’s sake

    Take me in oh tender woman,” sighed the snake

    “I saved you,” cried that woman

    “And you’ve bit me even, why?

    You know your bite is poisonous and now I’m going to die”

    “Oh shut up, silly woman,” said the reptile with a grin

    “You knew damn well I was a snake before you took me in

    ”Take me in, oh tender woman

    Take me in, for heaven’s sake

    Take me in oh tender woman,“ sighed the snake

    IN MY OPINION TRUMP WAS TELLING US THAT HE WAS GOING TO BETRAY AMERICA