Mailvox: The Street 100 Years On

I’ve been reading the old pulp masters lately, and I just came across a story that definitely needs wider dissemination. It’s “The Street” by H.P. Lovecraft. It’s not a well-known story, and most of the people who know it consider it a ‘racist’ story and ignore it as much as possible. If your readers aren’t familiar with it, it’s a pretty obvious corollary to your edict to ‘sink the damn ships.’ It’s about a single street in an (obviously American) community which starts off beautiful, and slowly becomes citified with ‘swarthy’ infiltrators who turn the beautiful community into a shithole. It ends with the destruction of the community that thwarts a plot to destroy America.

There are plenty of direct parallels in the story to what is going on now; Lovecraft was a prophet. It’s only a four-page story, but it packs a lot in there. And it was written in 1919. Wikipedia hates it, and even a Lovecraft Encyclopedia decries it as ‘manifestly racist.’ I can’t think of a better recommendation than that.

There be those who say that things and places have souls, and there be those who say they have not; I dare not say, myself, but I will tell of The Street.


Men of strength and honour fashioned that Street; good, valiant men of our blood who had come from the Blessed Isles across the sea. At first it was but a path trodden by bearers of water from the woodland spring to the cluster of houses by the beach. Then, as more men came to the growing cluster of houses and looked about for places to dwell, they built cabins along the north side; cabins of stout oaken logs with masonry on the side toward the forest, for many Indians lurked there with fire-arrows. And in a few years more, men built cabins on the south side of The Street.


Up and down The Street walked grave men in conical hats, who most of the time carried muskets or fowling pieces. And there were also their bonneted wives and sober children. In the evening these men with their wives and children would sit about gigantic hearths and read and speak. Very simple were the things of which they read and spoke, yet things which gave them courage and goodness and helped them by day to subdue the forest and till the fields. And the children would listen, and learn of the laws and deeds of old, and of that dear England which they had never seen, or could not remember.


There was war, and thereafter no more Indians troubled The Street. The men, busy with labour, waxed prosperous and as happy as they knew how to be. And the children grew up comfortably, and more families came from the Mother Land to dwell on The Street. And the children’s children, and the newcomers’ children, grew up. The town was now a city, and one by one the cabins gave place to houses; simple, beautiful houses of brick and wood, with stone steps and iron railings and fanlights over the doors. No flimsy creations were these houses, for they were made to serve many a generation. Within there were carven mantels and graceful stairs, and sensible, pleasing furniture, china, and silver, brought from the Mother Land.


So The Street drank in the dreams of a young people, and rejoiced as its dwellers became more graceful and happy. Where once had been only strength and honour, taste and learning now abode as well. Books and paintings and music came to the houses, and the young men went to the university which rose above the plain to the north. In the place of conical hats and muskets there were three-cornered hats and small-swords, and lace and snowy periwigs. And there were cobblestones over which clattered many a blooded horse and rumbled many a gilded coach; and brick sidewalks with horse blocks and hitching-posts.


There were in that Street many trees; elms and oaks and maples of dignity; so that in the summer the scene was all soft verdure and twittering bird-song. And behind the houses were walled rose-gardens with hedged paths and sundials, where at evening the moon and stars would shine bewitchingly while fragrant blossoms glistened with dew.


So The Street dreamed on, past wars, calamities, and changes. Once most of the young men went away, and some never came back. That was when they furled the Old Flag and put up a new Banner of Stripes and Stars. But though men talked of great changes, The Street felt them not; for its folk were still the same, speaking of the old familiar things in the old familiar accents. And the trees still sheltered singing birds, and at evening the moon and stars looked down upon dewy blossoms in the walled rose-gardens.


In time there were no more swords, three-cornered hats, or periwigs in The Street. How strange seemed the denizens with their walking-sticks, tall beavers, and cropped heads! New sounds came from the distance—first strange puffings and shrieks from the river a mile away, and then, many years later, strange puffings and shrieks and rumblings from other directions. The air was not quite so pure as before, but the spirit of the place had not changed. The blood and soul of the people were as the blood and soul of their ancestors who had fashioned The Street. Nor did the spirit change when they tore open the earth to lay down strange pipes, or when they set up tall posts bearing weird wires. There was so much ancient lore in that Street, that the past could not easily be forgotten.


Then came days of evil, when many who had known The Street of old knew it no more; and many knew it, who had not known it before. And those who came were never as those who went away; for their accents were coarse and strident, and their mien and faces unpleasing. Their thoughts, too, fought with the wise, just spirit of The Street, so that The street pined silently as its houses fell into decay, and its trees died one by one, and its rose-gardens grew rank with weeds and waste. But it felt a stir of pride one day when again marched forth young men, some of whom never came back. These young men were clad in blue.


With the years worse fortune came to The Street. Its trees were all gone now, and its rose-gardens were displaced by the backs of cheap, ugly new buildings on parallel streets. Yet the houses remained, despite the ravages of the years and the storms and worms, for they had been made to serve many a generation. New kinds of faces appeared in The Street; swarthy, sinister faces with furtive eyes and odd features, whose owners spoke unfamiliar words and placed signs in known and unknown characters upon most of the musty houses. Push-carts crowded the gutters. A sordid, undefinable stench settled over the place, and the ancient spirit slept.


Great excitement once came to The Street. War and revolution were raging across the seas; a dynasty had collapsed, and its degenerate subjects were flocking with dubious intent to the Western Land. Many of these took lodgings in the battered houses that had once known the songs of birds and the scent of roses. Then the Western Land itself awoke, and joined the Mother Land in her titanic struggle for civilisation. Over the cities once more floated the Old Flag, companioned by the New Flag and by a plainer yet glorious Tri-colour. But not many flags floated over The Street, for therein brooded only fear and hatred and ignorance. Again young men went forth, but not quite as did the young men of those other days. Something was lacking. And the sons of those young men of other days, who did indeed go forth in olive-drab with the true spirit of their ancestors, went from distant places and knew not The Street and its ancient spirit.


Over the seas there was a great victory, and in triumph most of the young men returned. Those who had lacked something lacked it no longer, yet did fear and hatred and ignorance still brood over The Street; for many had stayed behind, and many strangers had come from distant places to the ancient houses. And the young men who had returned dwelt there no longer. Swarthy and sinister were most of the strangers, yet among them one might find a few faces like those who fashioned The Street and moulded its spirit. Like and yet unlike, for there was in the eyes of all a weird, unhealthy glitter as of greed, ambition, vindictiveness, or misguided zeal. Unrest and treason were abroad amongst an evil few who plotted to strike the Western Land its death-blow, that they might mount to power over its ruins; even as assassins had mounted in that unhappy, frozen land from whence most of them had come. And the heart of that plotting was in The Street, whose crumbling houses teemed with alien makers of discord and echoed with the plans and speeches of those who yearned for the appointed day of blood, flame, and crime.


Of the various odd assemblages in The Street, the law said much but could prove little. With great diligence did men of hidden badges linger and listen about such places as Petrovitch’s Bakery, the squalid Rifkin School of Modern Economics, the Circle Social Club, and the Liberty Café. There congregated sinister men in great numbers, yet always was their speech guarded or in a foreign tongue. And still the old houses stood, with their forgotten lore of nobler, departed centuries; of sturdy colonial tenants and dewy rose-gardens in the moonlight. Sometimes a lone poet or traveller would come to view them, and would try to picture them in their vanished glory; yet of such travellers and poets there were not many.


The rumour now spread widely that these houses contained the leaders of a vast band of terrorists, who on a designated day were to launch an orgy of slaughter for the extermination of America and of all the fine old traditions which The Street had loved. Handbills and papers fluttered about filthy gutters; handbills and papers printed in many tongues and in many characters, yet all bearing messages of crime and rebellion. In these writings the people were urged to tear down the laws and virtues that our fathers had exalted; to stamp out the soul of the old America—the soul that was bequeathed through a thousand and a half years of Anglo-Saxon freedom, justice, and moderation. It was said that the swart men who dwelt in The Street and congregated in its rotting edifices were the brains of a hideous revolution; that at their word of command many millions of brainless, besotted beasts would stretch forth their noisome talons from the slums of a thousand cities, burning, slaying, and destroying till the land of our fathers should be no more. All this was said and repeated, and many looked forward in dread to the fourth day of July, about which the strange writings hinted much; yet could nothing be found to place the guilt. None could tell just whose arrest might cut off the damnable plotting at its source. Many times came bands of blue-coated police to search the shaky houses, though at last they ceased to come; for they too had grown tired of law and order, and had abandoned all the city to its fate. Then men in olive-drab came, bearing muskets; till it seemed as if in its sad sleep The Street must have some haunting dreams of those other days, when musket-bearing men in conical hats walked along it from the woodland spring to the cluster of houses by the beach. Yet could no act be performed to check the impending cataclysm; for the swart, sinister men were old in cunning.


So The Street slept uneasily on, till one night there gathered in Petrovitch’s Bakery and the Rifkin School of Modern Economics, and the Circle Social Club, and Liberty Café, and in other places as well, vast hordes of men whose eyes were big with horrible triumph and expectation. Over hidden wires strange messages travelled, and much was said of still stranger messages yet to travel; but most of this was not guessed till afterward, when the Western Land was safe from the peril. The men in olive-drab could not tell what was happening, or what they ought to do; for the swart, sinister men were skilled in subtlety and concealment.


And yet the men in olive-drab will always remember that night, and will speak of The Street as they tell of it to their grandchildren; for many of them were sent there toward morning on a mission unlike that which they had expected. It was known that this nest of anarchy was old, and that the houses were tottering from the ravages of the years and the storms and the worms; yet was the happening of that summer night a surprise because of its very queer uniformity. It was, indeed, an exceedingly singular happening; though after all a simple one. For without warning, in one of the small hours beyond midnight, all the ravages of the years and the storms and the worms came to a tremendous climax; and after the crash there was nothing left standing in The Street save two ancient chimneys and part of a stout brick wall. Nor did anything that had been alive come alive from the ruins.


A poet and a traveller, who came with the mighty crowd that sought the scene, tell odd stories. The poet says that all through the hours before dawn he beheld sordid ruins but indistinctly in the glare of the arc-lights; that there loomed above the wreckage another picture wherein he could descry moonlight and fair houses and elms and oaks and maples of dignity. And the traveller declares that instead of the place’s wonted stench there lingered a delicate fragrance as of roses in full bloom. But are not the dreams of poets and the tales of travellers notoriously false?
There be those who say that things and places have souls, and there be those who say they have not; I dare not say, myself, but I have told you of The Street.

THE STREET, H.P. Lovecraft, 1919

It’s just fiction, you might say. And fiction laden with racism, xenophobia, groundless fear, white supremacy, and anti-semitism at that. And yet, it cannot be denied that more than 100 years ago, HP Lovecraft correctly, even prophetically, anticipated the days of evil as well as the wicked likes of Jennifer Rubin, the fake conservative pharisatanist who publicly celebrated the news of the first decline in the white population of the United States since 1790.

a more diverse, more inclusive society. this is fabulous news. now we need to prevent minority White rule.

Jennifer Rubin, August 12, 2021

Only instead of a single street, it is the existence of the American nation that is being threatened by the sinister men who worship a strange and evil god.

Discuss on SG.


The political answer

It’s been 100 years since the Emergency Quota Act transformed the USA into the most powerful nation on Earth by limiting immigration and restricting it to compatible nations:

The Emergency Quota Act, also known as the Emergency Immigration Act of 1921, the Immigration Restriction Act of 1921, the Per Centum Law, and the Johnson Quota Act (ch. 8, 42 Stat. 5 of May 19, 1921) restricted immigration into the United States. Although intended as temporary legislation, the Act “proved in the long run the most important turning-point in American immigration policy” because it added two new features to American immigration law: numerical limits on immigration and the use of a quota system for establishing those limits. These limits came to be known as the National Origins Formula.

The Emergency Quota Act restricted the number of immigrants admitted from any country annually to 3{cc08d85cfa54367952ab9c6bd910a003a6c2c0c101231e44cdffb103f39b73a6} of the number of residents from that same country living in the United States as of the U.S. Census of 1910. This meant that people from northern European countries had a higher quota and were more likely to be admitted to the U.S. than people from eastern Europe, southern Europe, or other, non-European countries. Professionals were to be admitted without regard to their country of origin. The Act set no limits on immigration from Latin America. The act did not apply to countries with bilateral agreements with the US, or to Asian countries listed in the Immigration Act of 1917, known as the Asiatic Barred Zone Act. However, the Act was not seen as restrictive enough since millions of immigrants from eastern and southern Europe had come into the USA since 1890. The Immigration Act of 1924 reduced the Quota to 2{cc08d85cfa54367952ab9c6bd910a003a6c2c0c101231e44cdffb103f39b73a6} per the Census of 1890 when a fairly small percentage of the population was from the regions regarded as less than desirable.

Based on that formula, the number of new immigrants admitted fell from 805,228 in 1920 to 309,556 in 1921-22. The average annual inflow of immigrants prior to 1921 was 175,983 from Northern and Western Europe, and 685,531 from other countries, principally Southern and Eastern Europe. In 1921, there was a drastic reduction in immigration levels from other countries, principally Southern and Eastern Europe.

Following the end of World War I, both Europe and the United States were experiencing economic and social upheaval. In Europe, the destruction of the war, the Russian Revolution, and the dissolutions of both the Austro-Hungarian and Ottoman empires led to greater immigration to the United States; while in the United States, an economic downturn following post-war demobilization increased unemployment. The combination of increased immigration from Europe at the time of higher American unemployment strengthened the anti-immigrant movement.

The act, sponsored by Rep. Albert Johnson (R-Washington), was passed without a recorded vote in the U.S. House of Representatives and by a vote of 90-2-4 in the U.S. Senate.

100 years later, it is clear that if the USA is going to survive another decade or two intact – which it almost certainly isn’t – a new Emergency Quota Act is required, albeit one that restores the 1910 demographics. Since this is a political solution, and since four years of the Trump administration didn’t even manage to seriously slow the invasive flow from around the world, we can safely discount any chance of this proven measure being adopted in any meaningful timeframe.

The much more likely alternative is that those demographics are more or less restored in a rump state after a considerable amount of war and ethnic cleansing over the territory of the former empire. Unless, of course, China manages to establish a Chung Kuo-like hegemony over North America, which at this point is probably more likely that the sensible solution.


By their fruits ye shall know them

I’m entirely confident that the “Andrew Anglin” who wrote this column at Unz is not the “Andrew Anglin” I debated a few years ago. Regardless, the column is a sobering reminder that “Judeo-Christianity” is not Christianity, the god worshipped by the Jews is not the Heavenly Father of Jesus Christ, and providing post-WWII safe harbor to the Jewish diaspora appears to have served Americans about as well as doing so previously served the Egyptians, the Babylonians, the Russians, and the British.

My Nation Blessed Israel and All I Got Was a Mulatto Tranny Grandchild

When I was a child in the 1990s, evangelical preachers and televangelists were claiming that God would “bless” a nation that “blesses” the genocidal Jew state of Israel.

Yet, here were are, 30 years later, and America has consistently “blessed” Israel. We have given them hundreds of billions of dollars over the last decades, and we have spent trillions fighting wars for them. Our boys have been sent to be maimed and to die in the name of Israel. Our government’s entire foreign policy is built around promoting the interests of Israel. We have also allowed Jews who live in America to operate unhindered, and to take over all of our institutions.

Once a religion that condemned the Jews as the murderers and rejecters of Christ, American Christianity has continued a process of being restructured to set Israel and the Jews at the center of it. Any given evangelical pastor is more likely to discuss Israel, and the importance of helping the Jews, than he is to discuss real world problems America faces. American Christians accepted the reclassification of Christianity as “Judeo-Christianity.”

America has engaged in an Israel-blessing orgy for decades, when traditional Christians were cleansed from the Republican Party and the conservative movement as a whole….

The implication of the massive dip in the quality of American life and the American experience is that God doesn’t actually bless nations that bless Israel. In fact, the assumption would have to be that God dooms nations that bless Israel.

This raises the obvious question, of course: which god is that?

Unless and until you understand that the religious Jews worship the god of this world, not God the Father of Jesus Christ, and that their current objective is to destroy a) Christianity, b) Western Civilization, and c) Russia, you will never understand how and why the United States doomed itself by failing to sink the ships before WWI and after WWII. You will also not understand why the USA is almost certainly going to find itself fighting wars with both Russia and China in the next decade, and why it will lose those wars, unless it collapses of its own internal contradictions first.

If you don’t believe me, force yourself to read Ben Shapiro’s most recent book. You will be unable to avoid noticing how the entire purpose of the book is to subvert and redefine, not only America, but Western Civilization itself. If Americans wish to survive as a nation, they must turn back to Jesus Christ. And that is the one thing that “those who bless Israel” are absolutely determined to prevent, regardless of what they profess themselves to be.

A refusal to take a strong stand against those who reject God and serve the devil is not a virtue for anyone, least of all the Christian. As for “judeochristianity”, it would be more honestly labeled as “pharisatanry”.

Jesus said to them, “If God were your Father, you would love me, for I have come here from God. I have not come on my own; God sent me. Why is my language not clear to you? Because you are unable to hear what I say. You belong to your father, the devil, and you want to carry out your father’s desires. He was a murderer from the beginning, not holding to the truth, for there is no truth in him. When he lies, he speaks his native language, for he is a liar and the father of lies. Yet because I tell the truth, you do not believe me! Can any of you prove me guilty of sin? If I am telling the truth, why don’t you believe me? Whoever belongs to God hears what God says. The reason you do not hear is that you do not belong to God.”

– John 8: 42-47

Don’t even bother playing the usual semantic games with irrelevant Scofield citations. The Sermon on the Mount, to which the linked article implicitly appeals, is conclusive on the subject. Any argument you might have is not with me, but with Jesus Christ of Nazareth himself.

By their fruit you will recognize them. Do people pick grapes from thornbushes, or figs from thistles? Likewise, every good tree bears good fruit, but a bad tree bears bad fruit. A good tree cannot bear bad fruit, and a bad tree cannot bear good fruit. Every tree that does not bear good fruit is cut down and thrown into the fire. Thus, by their fruit you will recognize them.

Matthew 7: 16-19

Ask yourself these questions and answer them honestly to the best of your ability: has the Jewish diaspora borne good fruit or bad fruit for the United States of America? Specifically what divine blessings do Americans appear to have enjoyed since 1946 and 1965? And why does the USA in 2021 appear to look increasingly like the USSR in 1921?


Summit in Vienna

So countries from Australia to the UK ban the likes of Milo, Dr. Greg Johnson, and Michael Savage from entering their countries, but not Muslims actively planning war on the Dar al-Harb:

The Austrian Interior Ministry has confirmed earlier reports that the gunman behind the deadly Vienna attack met with a group of fellow jihadists from Germany and Switzerland in the country’s capital several months ago.

“A meeting took place in Vienna among the people … from Germany and Switzerland, but there were also people present at the meeting with the later assailant who were arrested in the context of the investigation,” Interior Ministry’s Director General for Public Security Franz Ruf said at a news conference.

Austrian media reported earlier that more than a dozen of “young jihadists” from Austria, Germany and Switzerland gathered for what was described as “a three-country Islamist summit” in Vienna in mid-July. The meeting was said to have been organized by Kujtim Fejzullai, a 20-year-old Austrian native of Albanian origin who killed four people and wounded 23 more in the country’s capital on November 2. According to the Kronen Zeitung newspaper, some of the Islamists were staying in Fejzullai’s apartment during their trip to Vienna, and they all were under constant surveillance by Austrian police. Shortly after the meeting, Fejzullai went to Slovakia in an attempt to buy bullets for his AK-47 assault rifle.

And then they’re all going to profess their utter shock and surprise when the next vote goes nationalist. But nothing is going to stop the nations from rising.


He has to go back

The point is not that no immigrant can ever successfully make a new home in a foreign land. The point is that no immigrant can do that and retain any semblance of his former nationality, and the more that his identity remains unchanged, the less viable his residence will be over time.

I encountered a panelist by the name of Stefanos. Stefanos is a member of the Greek Orthodox Church in Australia, and from what I understood his parents were Greek immigrants to Australia. Thus, under the auspices of civic nationalism, Stefanos considers himself to be Australian.

Why not? He was born in Australia, he grew up in Australia, he even speaks with a sort of Australian accent. Ipso facto, he must be Australian.

During the Q&A session he asked me what he could do to help further the cause of Australian nationalism. With total sincerity I replied that the very best thing he could do would be to go back to Greece and help defend his native country from the waves of invaders that are even now breaking against its scattered hundreds of islands.

This didn’t go down too well….

Not a decade after the war ended, the decision was made in Australia without the consensus of the Australian people, the native Australian people mind you, to bring in tens of thousands of Greek immigrants, among others. And now, 70 years later, we are told by the offspring of those Greeks that Australia belongs to Europe.

This is why you do not let in immigrants in large numbers. And you do not let them vote. And you certainly do not let them stand for parliament. The greatest criminal in the history of Australia was Al Grassby. Not only that, but you do not let their descendants vote for at least four generations. Only then can you be reasonably sure that they have been adsorbed into the native population.

During the Q&A, Stefanos stated with great confidence that the recent Indian and Asian arrivals to the country were not Australians. It is a quite startling case of not seeing the wood for the trees. But in another 70 years, the descendants of those recent arrivals will think the same way as Stefanos. Australia belongs to Asia, or something along those lines.

As long as you, your children, or your great-great-great grandchildren retain any shred of attachment to your home nation, you cannot be considered anything but a guest, at best. And even if your descendants have successfully integrated in every cultural aspect, your DNA will remain different. Four generations will not be enough if the children of immigrants are marrying other children of immigrants. A hyphen does not indicate a subset, but rather, a negation. If you are a Greek-Australian, you are not Australian and you never will be.

Civic nationalism is not a genuine form of nationalism, it is nothing more than bureaucratic statism in nationalist clothing.

While many nations can benefit from a very small amount of hybrid vigor, the key word there is “small”. If the logic of the globalists remains in effect, in another 250 years or so, the globe will be divided between the Han and the Indians while every other nation is effectively eliminated through subsumption.


Don’t Rule, Britannia

Immigrants are trying to axe British anthems from the BBC:

British anthems Rule, Britannia and Land of Hope and Glory could be axed from the BBC Proms amid the Black Lives Matter movement, an insider has claimed.

The broadcaster is considering dropping the patriotic songs from the Last Night concert due to fears of criticism because of their apparent links to colonialism and slavery, the Times reported.

Dalia Stasevska, who is conducting the Last Night on September 12, is said to believe ‘a ceremony without an audience is the perfect moment to bring change.’

Stasevska. Now there is a fine British name. Most immigrants harbor a nature antipathy for genuine nationalism because it reminds them that they are invaders and they do not belong. Sink. The. Damn. Ships.


The New Swedes remain Arab

Sweden is learning why you always sink the damn ships:

Sweden’s new Arab Party, established to champion the rights of the country’s Arab population, has vowed to assist integration “and protect the rights of Arabs” while denying any claims it might “Arabize Sweden.”

According to its website, the party assumes a “socialist orientation with certain capitalist elements” while highlighting that it is a “secular party and no religious symbols or clothing are allowed within the party’s representatives.”

At present, its stated aims are to combat “exclusion, anxiety about the future, division and lack of sense of community,” while also reducing “crime and unemployment within the same group.”

It is expected to release a detailed manifesto in September but, in the meantime, it has laid out several requirements for membership including: an Arab background from at least one parent dating back several generations, as well as a Swedish college education and clean criminal record.

Isn’t it fascinating how all these New [insert invaded nationality here] somehow always seem to identify themselves as their previous nationality? The truth is that if you’re a hyphen or a compound, you’re nothing of the sort.


Sic semper proditoris

Not all murders are tragic:

Jean Dussine, president of the association for the assistance of itinerant migrants, died on Tuesday, May 12 at his home in Bretteville-en-Saire. A young Afghan is in police custody. He allegedly hit Jean Dussine during his sleep with iron bars.

Migration is rape. Migration is murder. Migration is collective suicide.

And it’s pretty obvious why Mr. Dussine was so enthusiastic about the mass importation of unemployed young foreign men.


Immigration banned

At this point, one has to admit that President Trump is beginning to exceed expectations:

Donald Trump announced Monday that he plans to ban immigration into the United States amid the coronavirus pandemic.

The president tweeted: ‘In light of the attack from the Invisible Enemy, as well as the need to protect the jobs of our GREAT American Citizens, I will be signing an Executive Order to temporarily suspend immigration into the United States!’

At least 22 million Americans are now out of work as tough measures to control the coronavirus outbreak wiped out 13.5 percent of the workforce and 10 years of job growth…. Trump’s administration is currently relying on a seldom-used public health law to set aside decades-old national and international immigration laws. 

The USA does not need mass immigration, it needs mass repatriation. And the economic devastation wrought by the coronavirus is the direct result of globalization, which must also be reversed. However, the measure should be made permanent, in the mode of the 1921 immigration restrictions.

And the more conspiratorial-minded will no doubt have noticed the reference to “the Invisible Enemy”.

“I’m going to win in a LANDSLIDE!”
– Donald Trump

He’s not wrong. Trumpslide 2020 is coming.


Side effects

It’s fascinating to observe all the beneficial “side effects” of the pandemic developing over time:

The coronavirus outbreak that has led to the quarantine of all of Italy has stopped the activity of migrant transport NGOs in the Mediterranean. Migrant transport NGOs have seen their ships remain in dock due to the spread of the coronavirus with the last activity taking place in late February when the NGO Sea Watch was able to land 194 migrants in the country.

Arrivals of migrants in their own boats from North Africa have also halted since February 28th, according to a report from Italian newspaper Il Giornale, which states that the last boat to depart from the area took place off the coast of Libya and was intercepted by the local coastguard.

The migrant transport NGOs, meanwhile, have written a letter to the Italian Agency for Cooperation and Development expressing their concerns over the coronavirus outbreak and how they can continue to operate, likely fearing a collapse in donation money.

Thank you, Corona-chan!

UPDATE: Looks like a Storm warning….

President Donald Trump plans to declare a national emergency on Friday over the coronavirus outbreak, invoking the Stafford Act to open the door to more federal aid for states and municipalities, according to two people familiar with the matter.

The president said he will hold a news conference at 3 p.m. in Washington. Trump spoke Friday with Emmanuel Macron, the French president tweeted, about the pandemic, and agreed to organize a video conference with world leaders on Monday to coordinate research efforts on a vaccine and treatments and work on how to respond to the economic fallout.

Trump is under increasing pressure to act as governors and mayors nationwide step up actions to mitigate the spread, closing schools and canceling public events.

This may answer the question “why isn’t Trump acting faster.” It’s a lot easier to act if people are putting pressure on you to do so. And it’s a lot harder for them to claim that your actions are too harsh if they begged you to take action.

But it shouldn’t end with a national emergency, as the next step will be a declaration of martial law as the Storm is unleashed. Note that European governments are already beginning to extend school and other closures to April 30th.

UPDATE: Ever wonder how long it would take to round up, process, and try 150,000 people? Apparently about two months.

White House coronavirus expert Dr. Anthony Fauci said on Friday morning that the current state of crisis in the US would last for two months.