Kimberly Steele

We are in the midst of a die-off, make no mistake. Our die-off wasn't caused by a pandemic. Instead, it was caused by what was passed off as a cure for the pandemic's disease. The MRNA vaccines continually prove themselves to be deadly, and that's if you are lucky. The MRNA vaccine damaged face a living hell of debility, chronic pain, disfigurement, and being gaslit by the same doctors who tricked them into taking it in the first place.

Fashions of Our Time

Twenty years from now, I imagine masks will have the same pastiche as disco shirts and bell-bottoms did in 1985. When I was in junior high, I was horrified to see that some adults still wore disco shirts and bell-bottoms unironically, their various cleavages bulging from tight polyester. There will still be holdouts and true believers who wear masks everywhere in 2035, but I don't think there will be a huge number of them, just as in 1979 there were not very many women wearing curlers in their hair under kerchiefs. It existed, but such women were relics of a quaint past. The mask may have a new-old future as a sexual fetish item like Roller Girl's omnipresent skates in the film Boogie Nights. I would not be surprised to witness the birth of a mask subculture devoted to semi-suffocation and anonymity. Masks and shame fetishes already go together like bread and butter.

The Damage of Generation Cuck

Few are more unfortunate than the children and grandchildren who were forced into fertility-destroying and life-ruining medical treatment for the sake of selfish adults who should have known better. US Millennials have already seen a die-off proportionate to the amount of mostly young, male lives lost in ten years of the Vietnam war. Generation Z is profoundly warped from nearly three years of masking and hysteria over what Fauci himself admits is little more than a seasonal flu. When Zoomers aren't killing themselves outright out of despair, they are dying of the experiments repeatedly injected into their arms. Mainstream media frantically tries to normalize eight year olds face-planting during recess due to heart attack or massive stroke. Once again, the dead are the lucky ones. Their suffering is over, unlike children who end up marooned in front of a store because their parent has succumbed to the familiar Stop, Drop and Flop marionette routine commonplace among those who have taken the quax.

There will be no uprising; the current set of human beings is too cowardly. On the plus side, there are a few parents refusing to play the public school game. Homeschooling in my area is seeing a big surge. It is well out of fringe territory and mainstream in a way that it has never been before. People are slowly but surely getting involved in self-sufficiency and local politics, which as I have argued are the only kind that matter. As one would expect, it is the unvaxxed who have had the fire ignited under their butts. The vaxxed in my area of Chicagoland are gratefully accepting of the recession of draconian mandates nobody wanted, but for the most part have sunk back into their roles of inactivity and complacence.

The Coming Baby Bust

Klaus Schwab and Yuval Noah Harari are nowhere near as intelligent as they believe themselves to be, because if they were, we would not know their names. I don't believe Schwab and his minions will burn in hell for eternity as so many so-called Christians transparently lust. I do believe that Gates, Fauci, etm. will do long turns in hell. It won't be forever, however it will be exactly the set of consequences they have earned over time. Fertility is already down 20% in every country that gleefully accepted the quax. I call it the quax because all of the doctors who pushed it remind me of the sound of a duck's natural voice. Unlike the baby bust I was born into when Roe Vs. Wade was new in 1973, this one is going to extend up to 300 years, just long enough for the American Empire to complete its collapse.

The labor shortage we have now is about to go nuclear. I expect the return of labor unions in the next fifty or so years, for better or for worse. I already live in a land of empty buildings and vampiric hospitals and school districts. The Retail Apocalypse brought on by lockdowns has actually just begun. When I let go of my commercial space earlier this year thanks to the advice of horary astrologer Andrew Skeen (highly recommended), I dodged a fusillade of bullets. In the near future, many teachers will be out of a job because there won't be enough students to fill their rosters, at least not among the vaxxed. My music teaching business would have been DOA had I not collapsed to avoid the rush. As it stands, when I started teaching in 1996, most of my students were children. Now it's two thirds adults. I foresee horrible epidemics of childlessness among the vaxxed. There are already jokes about unvaxxed sperm being the new Bitcoin.

There is no question that McMansions will stand empty. Every town will have at least three or four neighborhoods that are vacant and rotting to the ground like a Chinese ghost city. I expect some places to finally be handed over to squatters, though this seems at least ten years off where I live. We are in an era where people still have the resources to politely squat in what used to be called a trailer but is now called a "tiny house". I don't think the future will be as polite.

Because our civilization is insane, new construction will continue largely unabated. Though construction has slowed down in my area, it is nowhere near extinct as I can bear witness to new McMansions being erected all over the place and malls springing up near highway interchanges. The idea is to prop up the facade at all costs.

Because I live in a relatively large city near one of the largest cities in the world, Chicago, I expect to see this area morph into something akin to Brazil and its favelas. With the help of global warming, Chicago's future will be hot, dense, and junky. The superrich will continue their retreat into gated enclaves of mirrors and denial while the ever-disappearing middle class continues its struggle to survive. Life is already better outside the cities where virtue signaling and all its accompanying grift isn't so endemic. My advice, for what it is worth, is to find the most unvaccinated location possible wherever you are. Yes, that means I suggest staying put and holding the line, which is contrary to things I have said before. If you have any neighbors or access to factions of people interested in self-sufficiency, cling to them like white on rice. If you have family you get along with, vaxxed or unvaxxed, cling to them as well. Please join me as I repeat my mantra "I do not desire wealth I did not earn". I believe this will go a long, long way in helping ease the current predicament, because the desire for unearned wealth is what caused it in the first place.