Dear Friends and Patriots,

Karl Marx was a utopian. He was hundreds of years away from being the first of his kind. All utopians believe a perfect society is possible ... if only.

The "if only" is us. People are herd animals. Not all people, though. And even among those we might characterize as herd animals, most deviate from the herd once in a while for one reason or another. That means, some people are totally unreliable as herd animals, and most are somewhat unreliable. Still, there is a herd, which means on any given topic on any given day it's possible to move a simple majority of people in the same direction – though, even then, many will never go all the way.

Utopians paint their visions of fair and equitable societies even though they fully understand the "if only." How do they pull that off? They just ignore the "if only" completely. They comprehend that, for such a society to work, everyone has to buy-in. Everyone means everyone. No exceptions. All attempts to create utopian societies had rules that forced those who demonstrated insufficient buy-in from the community. They were excommunicated. All such societies collapsed in fairly short order. All communities have to have the right mix of people and talents to exist. When the last plumber gives up and goes away or is tossed out for apostasy, the place soon begins to reek. Abandonment is not far behind.

Utopian experimental communities had been tried here and there for centuries before Marx, and have been tried countless times since. The hippie communes were of that ilk. The longest lasting experiment so far was the Soviet Union. Why so long? Because Lenin was cagy enough to understand that if he gave people options, the experiment he undertook was doomed. He realized his words had to be benevolent, but his hands had to be fists of steel. Go along and he would ensure you had shelter and some food. Don't go along and he would ensure you went on a permanent vacation to a rural "Paradise" where you could reflect on better times, while wearing rags, sleeping in an unheated hut, and freezing your posterior off. Oh, the food. I forgot. Instead of that “well-balanced” Soviet diet, in Paradise (which is strangely pronounced: goo' log) you were allowed to live off the fat of the land. Whatever the land could produce, you could eat. That's where people learned that pine bark and needles have lots of nutrients, as do many plant roots.

Mao understood Lenin and Stalin's great example of how to make a communist utopia work. He wasn't nearly as successful at it as the Kim dynasty in N. Korea, but that's another story altogether.

There are direct historic and philosophic connection between Marx, Lenin, Stalin, Mao, Castro, the Kims, and every other tinpot commie dictator and the ultra-elite New World Order Cabal. Even so, there is one principal difference between the two “communities.” The historical commies didn't start out rich and powerful. They forced their way into riches and power, through implementation of their favorite mantra “… by any means necessary.” The Cabal elites are all mega-rich and powerful already. They just came to the realization that their combined wealth could buy most of the best things on the entire planet, but it would be so much better just to take it over and eliminate anyone who they couldn't justify as necessary to the creation of the Paradise of the New Gods of Mankind. They want the best parts of the planet to be their exclusive playground. The only others they will tolerate are those who are needed to serve their wants and needs.

The New World Order Cabal, after implementing their “vision” of Agenda 2030, will be the masters of all. Those with needed skills and enough years to serve will be allowed to enter into a sort of pampered serfdom. They will be maintained for as long as they're useful, then turned into animal feed. There's no point in talking about others. There will be no others. You will either serve or die. There’s really no point in expanding on that thought, now is there?

Are you content to just … let Agenda 2030 proceed? Or, perhaps you comprehend Patrick Henry’s words and his own urging to “… let it begin.” You really can’t do both.

In Liberty,

Steve