I sometimes “console” myself these days (if you can call it that) with the thought that the future must necessarily look very different from the present. Several unfortunate trends in our declining civilization are self-annihilating. The disappearance of their motive forces will not necessarily leave things better, and in some ways will likely leave things worse; but at least there will be a clearing of the air, and something may be reassembled from the rubble if any survivor of the old school should manage to crawl out of a bunker.
Gay couples cannot naturally have children. They have two choices: adopt or (in the case of lesbians) resort to artificial insemination. Adoption is still impeded by certain legal obstacles in many jurisdictions and incurs great expense; artificial pregnancy is likewise costly with its relatively high failure rates, and carries the further risk of bodily harm once the unnaturally massive doses of hormones settle into the system. Most such couples will simply embrace childlessness. Why wouldn’t they? Even heterosexual pairs go to elaborate lengths now to avoid conception (or take desperate steps to terminate pregnancy). A couple that chooses to go yin-yin rather than yin-yang presumably never had child-bearing high on its list, to begin with.
Yes, I used the word “choose”. In my experience, most people of this persuasion have chosen their path after our carnivorous heterosexual practices have worn them out. And avoiding the “baby trap” is also one popular motive for thumbing one’s nose at Ozzie and Harriet. So… I venture to say that the influence of “the gay” on future societies will be minimal, having been washed out of the linens after a few generational cycles. The only reason this would NOT be true would be precisely because heterosexuals might continue to choose against their nature due to dating customs (once called “courtship”) grown intolerably ravenous. Yet since we’re talking about the future, a still more likely option than homosexuality, in that event, would be the “sex-bot”: the made-to-order, life-like toy that the Japanese are already refining. No, I’m not suggesting that Siri or Alexa equipped with a new porno-ap and a supermodel delivery system would constitute a great leap forward for a decadent civilization… but our present moral log-jam will be blown to high heaven, one way or the other.
The clock is ticking on “overkill” feminism, as well: the outlook, I mean, that attributes all female gripes and setbacks to males. Western males, especially, are the supposed villains; and for that reason, Third World practices are obliviously licensed by neo-feminists just because their male practitioners are not Caucasians. Self-annihilation has never been so transparent. On a global scale, Islam is not going to relax its general position on women staying at home with the kids any time soon—and to Islam belongs the future, judging by present vectors. The leaders of organized Christianity have succeeded in debasing the faith to an anemic, self-shaming, ever-in-retreat caricature of forgiveness that plays perfectly into the hand of secular utopianism. In parts of Europe, Catholics and Protestants alike are practically carrying bricks and mortar for the construction of new mosques in some crazy act of penance (tinged with a solipsistic vision of sainthood). Meanwhile, Muslims in these newly disputed border territories (what else can you call Western Europe?) are quite deliberately having large families. Germany’s whopping abortion rate is owed to its native, formerly Christian population—not to its immigrants from Turkey and Syria. Of course, the feminist phalanx is celebrating abortion culture at the same time as it lobbies for the admission of more Islamic “refugees”.
So, once again, the trend is clearly toward the extermination of the independent woman; and not just of her, but of the effeminate, feckless, grotesque distortion of the Christian faith that has rendered us, the faithful, incapable of correcting our own children and standing our own ground against thugs that beat down the doors of our homes. We will be bleached out of history’s wash in the Darwinian kind of retribution visited upon those who rationalize self-indulgent laziness and cowardice. Thus always to pious hypocrites and equivocating, morally inept fools.
Perhaps most surprisingly—and most luridly—the unskilled, undisciplined, indigent masses so very catalytic in all Western politics over the past fifty years are likewise slated for the slaughterhouse. (This includes, but is by not means limited to, the Islamic masses of Europe, once they serve their purpose.) Our legions of unlettered “guests” contribute little or nothing to economies into which they are “invited”. They mow lawns and swab out toilets only because automating these mind-numbing chores would cost more than relegating them to human drudges. Even those few who virtuously slave in such misery cannot often make ends meet with their pay (especially since they represent the very demographic that produces the most children). They draw heavily upon public welfare programs, therefore; and, as these go bankrupt—as they must, and sooner rather than later—a largely uneducated electorate, conditioned to accepting charity from the central government’s invisible, quasi-divine hand, will riot destructively and necessitate (if not vote for) the suspension of civil rights and the institution of martial law.
Beyond this point, the masses’ benign Big Brother will become unrecognizable. The scenarios for trimming the dead wood from the tree are far too many to review here. China’s long-standing and brutally enforced “one child” policy is perhaps the least subtle. (I would anticipate, rather, something like a sterilant secretly infused into the required annual flu vaccine.) The elite who rule us, in any case, will soon find an efficient way of exterminating the “needy class” that currently supposes itself their favorite child, forever to be lavished with free goodies every time it whimpers.
I could go on. Perhaps I will, in a book for anyone with the stomach to read it. Most of the public, I know, will pass on to some more “enjoyable” fare. That’s exactly my point… don’t you see? The cattle filing up the chute that ends beneath the slaughterboy’s sledgehammer are practically cutting in line to get to the excitement.
Semper Lux Mundi ("Always the Light of the World") 