Showing posts with label elite. Show all posts
Showing posts with label elite. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 14, 2026

The population bomb -- a 75-year-old prediction comes true

Earlier this week, Sp!ked posted an interview with data scientist and demographer Stephen J. Shaw, the director of the documkentary Birth Gap, under the headline "Falling birth rates are the greatest crisis facing humanity – bar none".

Pretty strong language, and we were immediately reminded of The Population Bomb (1968), in which the late Paul Ehrlich warned that "overpopulation" would lead to mass starvation by the 1970s, to American life expectancy plummeting to just 42 by the 1980s. By the year 2000, the book predicted, England would cease to exist. And so on.

Prof. Ehrlich was wrong. Mr Shaw contends that the biggest problem we face a quarter of the way through the 21st century is precisely the opposit. The challenge is dealing with unprecedented demographic collapse in the face of falling birth rates. 

"Wut?!", Walt hears you say. "There are 7 billion people crowding and destroying the earth, especially in my neighbourhood." Maybe Prof. Ehrlich was right after all, just out on his timing!

The answer to conundrum is to be found in a short story written by sci-fi master C.M. Kornbluth in 1951. It's called The Marching Morons


The central character is real estate agent and con artist John Barlow, who is placed in suspended animation after a freak accident. He is revived in the distant future, in a confusing world filled with hypersexualized advertisements, vapid entertainment, and people who exhibit erratic, nonsensical behavior. Sounds kind of familiar, doesn't it?

Shortly after being revived, Barlow is introduced to two men, Tinny-Peete and Ryan-Ngana, who inform him that the lamentable state of society is the fault of the "morons", the world's vast population of unintelligent people, who greatly outnumber the much smaller population of intelligent people. 

Ryan-Ngana says, "While you [Barlow] and your kindwere being prudent and foresighted and not having children, the migrant workers, slum dwellers, and tenant farmers were shiftlesslyt and sahort-sightedly having children -- breeding, breeding. My God, how they bred!"

So it is in the "first world" -- North America, Europe and, yes, Japan and China -- today. People of higher intelligence often choose to have few children (or no children at all) for pragmatic reasons, while people of lower intelligence, compelled by their sex drives, have larger families and reproduce in greater numbers. 

So, Tinny-Peete and Ryan-Ngana explain to Barlow, the most urgent crisis of their time is the population problem ("Poprob"). The unbalanced trend has been carried to its logical extreme, with a total world population of five billion morons (with an average IQ of 45) living under the supervision of three million members of an elite, intellectual upper-class who secretly govern world affairs. 

If the simple-minded morons are left to govern themselves, the world will descend into chaos and devastating war. As a result, the elite minority (of which Tinny-Peete and Ryan-Ngana are members) are effectively "enslaved" by the moron majority, working themselves to exhaustion while attempting to maintain global order and stability. 

Controlling the morons' population growth is impractical for several reasons, but unless some corrective action is taken, the inevitable outcome will be the depletion of Earth's dwindling natural resources, followed by the total collapse of human civilization. 

All attempts to solve Poprob have failed, and the elite hope that Barlow, as a man from a different time and with a different perspective on the problem, might be able to offer a novel solution. Barlow has an idea, but he refuses to elaborate until Tinny-Peete and Ryan-Ngana agree to formally name him dictator of the entire world, promising him wealth, power, and fame. 

Taking inspiration from his knowledge of fraudulent real estate deals, propaganda techniques employed by Nazi Germany during the Holocaust, and the myth of lemmings drowning themselves in the sea, Barlow devises a plan for the extermination of the moron population. Barlow orchestrates a massive propaganda campaign encouraging the morons to migrate to the planet Venus, which is billed as a tropical paradise.

The overcrowded and inefficient cities in which the morons reside are to be dismantled, their steel used to construct fleets of "spaceships" ostensibly intended to ferry people to Venus; in reality, the spaceships are not capable of making the trip - the best spaceship ever made had crashed on the moon - but they are capable of getting their passengers out of sight of the other morons, to some unspecified location where billions can be killed without damaging Earth's biosphere.

To allay any suspicion, forged postcards are sent from Venusian "colonists" to their families, describing Venus as a lush tropical paradise and encouraging them to follow. The United States Congress, under the control of the elite, promotes the colonization of Venus as an extension of manifest destiny -- this too, sounds familiar in 2026! -- and guarantees Venusian settlers permanent land rights on the planet. 

This sparks widespread nationalistic fervor as the various nations of Earth all adopt similar approaches and race to reach Venus in order to stake their own claims. As more and more morons leave, the ensuing loneliness compels the rest to follow. Barlow's plan is a complete success; Earth is gradually emptied of morons and Poprob is solved!

Sounds like a good plan to me! Of course there's a coda to the story. Once the final solution has been implemented, Barlow becomes surplus to requirement and is included in the "final cleanup". That doesn't matter. The real story here is not the solution but the analysis of the problem. Is it not a challenge for us -- call us "elites" if you like -- not in the future but in the present? Look around you.

Worth viewing: "Canada’s Birth Rate Collapsed (This Is A Disaster)" with Max Bernier, leader of the People's Party of Canada.

Wednesday, December 30, 2020

A fond look back at Fred C. Dobbs, scourge of the lamestream media

I'm still hot under the collar about the sorry state of the lamestream media in North America. See "Anus horribilis 2020: Noted in passing (media)", posted yesterday. The truth isn't out there. It's here, in the blogosphere.

Liberal group-think dominates the lamestream media of the Excited States of America, and Canada is just as bad -- worse, now, with the passing of Christie Blatchford and Allan Fotheringham. 

And there are those who say that, even at his best, Dr Foth was not really anti-establishment, but more of a court jester poking fun at the Powers That Be, from inside the charmed circle of the liberal elite.

His jibes were indeed tepid, compared with the vitriolic savagery of my favourite Canuck political commentator, Fred C. Dobbs, the Bard of Beamsville. Ole Freddy was the alter ego of the late Michael Magee, a part-time radio and TV personality and full-time fan of the sport of kings, based in Beamsville ON. And yes, there is such a place. You can look it up.

While we were writing yesterday's piece, Ed. looked through one of Fred's two published works, The Platinum Age of B.S. (Van Nostrand Reinhold 1981) and found some comments on the Canuck controlled media which are even more to the point now than they were 40 years ago.

It's a funny thing in this country, but nobody really wants to talk, nobody wants to get out there and tear strips off the government anymore. Everybody wants to suck up...everybody's just cowed into keeping their yaps shut....

In Canada, I think if we had a Watergate situation the fix would be in with the Toronto Star, the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation and Maclean's magazine. These is the big three media knee-jerkers in the English language in this country. 

[They] would really not want the great, wonderful, golden image of the Liberal Party of Canada to be tarnished in any conceivable way. Because, after all, this image is as great, as bright and aas shiny as any kinda galaxy could ever be if it come along and upstaged the eclipse of the sun. I mean, the arrival of the Liberals for these poor bastards is like the Second Coming.

There's a climate of fear among broadcasters, there's a real fear of the CRTC [the Canadian equivalent of the FCC], that muddling, meddling government quasi-regulatory body that they see as a group of people really interfering with their right to do what it is they want to do. And it's kind of a valid argument against government interference in our lives; there's far too much of it.

This is what the Trudeau government gang really do stand for, cuz they passionately believe that unless they run, organize, regulate and produce everything that goes on, it ain't going to be up to some peculiar standards they imagine exists.

The Platinum Age of B.S. was the sequel to The Golden Age of B.S. (Gage, 1976), both long out of print. If you're a Canadian and want to see what Dr Foth called "the Natural Governing Party" get the disrespect it richly deserves, try to get your hands on Fred's books. Try your local library, but don't be surprised if they don't have them. As for his radio and TV broadcasts, those tapes have been erased, wiped clean. Wonder why....

If you're American and wonder what relevance this has to you, just reread that passage. Where Fred says "Liberals", substitute "Democrats". For Toronto Star, CBC and Maclean's magazine, substitute, New York Times/Wapo, CNN and Time magazine. They're all the same! Ask yourself, now that Dr Hunter S. Thompson and George Carlin are no longer with us, is there anyone left who's willing to stand up and say the liberal elites are full of BS?... Anyone?...

Footnote: The "Trudeau" to whom Fred refers is not Blackie McBlackface, the current Prime Minister of Canuckistan, but his father, Pierre, who began the destruction of Canada way back in 1968 and was still in power when Freddie was writing. That in itself tells you all you need to know about the Canaadian sheeple.