The yellow jacket protests in France are the latest foreign manifestation of the frustrations and anger of the American Tea Party which began in 2009, and ultimately led to Trump’s election. It’s a reaction to the excesses of the globalist elite. It’s sweeping Europe, with the British Brexiteers, the Italians, Spanish and east Europeans. The world as we’ve known it is coming apart.
I believe none of this could have happened without the internet. It’s as revolutionary as the introduction of the printing press.
That event led to the breakup of Christendom into multiple sects, religious wars, the sudden advance of science, the industrial revolution, the emergence of Europe as the undisputed master of the world, the voyages of discovery and the settlement of the New World. In other words, the modern world.
That world is in political crisis, a demographic crisis, and a financial crisis.
I don’t know how the rest of the world will do, but the United States is going to come out of this time of troubles stronger than ever. I hope the Brits and the rest of the Anglosphere, along with the Japanese, figure that out, and hitch their wagon to the good old USA. It will be in their best interest. They all want our oil, and we’ve got a lot to share.
With its oil, the Anglosphere, and Japan don’t have any geopolitical worries. Even if the other major world powers, Europe, Russia and China, are aligned against us, it won’t matter. The American alliance is that of maritime nations, several of which are abundant in resources. We will fight no land wars, but we will rule the sea, and international commerce will take place with our permission.
The rest of the world, land locked, is in for dangerous times. I wish them well.
My mother, Harriet Louise “Rama” Pettyjohn (!922-2018) passed away a couple days ago, peacefully. Her mind was good til the end. As she was being settled into her final hospital room she told the nurses that her son was a Senator. She was devout, and firmly believed her mother and sisters waited for her in heaven.
A few days ago my youngest son, Darren, was out from Montana, and he introduced his wife Colleen and their nine month old boy, Hawksley James Pettyjohn, to his grandmother. It was as though the circle was now whole, and she could go in peace.