“We are NOT tacos.” That rebuke from the National Association of Hispanic Journalists to FLINO Jill Biden cracks me up. It’s always the cultural left that reduces individuals to their unessential identity politics parts while simultaneously whining about “harmful stereotypes.” And it’s always the cultural left that says outrageously racist or stupid things about any group of Americans it sees as its own (or rather any group it thinks it owns).
If Lloyd Marcus, the beloved and much missed Unhyphenated American, were still with us today, he would have had a field day with the Bidens’ inability to treat all Americans, regardless of their backgrounds, with the respect that decent human beings deserve. Why, I think he’d ask, would Americans choose to remain in a political party that sees them as nothing more than tacos…or perpetual victims…or sets of crazy pronouns? (I also suspect he might encourage any disgruntled Democrats looking for liberation to “Get Aboard the Trump Train” and try something new.)
Thinking of Lloyd and how his happy, endlessly optimistic culture-warrior spirit contrasts sharply with the nastiness regurgitated daily by the dour sourpusses constituting the Democrats’ communist mercenary army, I am reminded how essential it is to understand the madness surrounding us today as a cultural clash for the future.
Yes, we have the Davos Death Cult pushing their Great Reset agenda. Sure, we have O’Biden, Woke Capital, the national security Deep State, and their Antifa shock troops working tirelessly together to end private property and usher in an era of mass surveillance and total State control. Yeah, all those evil Soros-Schwab spawn are diligently utilizing pandemics, climate change hysteria, abortion on demand, transgenderism, and anything else up their wretched sleeves to advance their efforts to depopulate the planet.
All that and a lot of other un-American commie crapola are raining down on us today. But at its heart, this is a culture war for the hearts and minds of Westerners everywhere. And unlike Brain-Dead Biden and his tacky, charmless wife, our cultural values are a lot more robust than what we might like to eat with salsa on Tuesdays.
One of the recurring “insults” leftist trolls throw my direction is to call me a “redneck.” And I think, so you’re accusing me of working hard in the hot sun, thanking God for all I have, believing that men should be masculine, knowing that strong women can still be feminine, not cowering in a corner when a firearm’s near, and being more than willing to defend my rights and liberties as a free American? Why, thank you…I guess? (By the way, I think the same yahoos used to call America-loving, cowboy hat–bedecked Lloyd Marcus a “redneck,” too, and I’m pretty sure he took it as a compliment.)
I mean, really, who has a more resilient, exciting culture — the one endorsed by Mitt Romney and Liz Cheney and Biden’s other useful eunuchs who populate RINOland or the one guarded by real, salt-of-the-earth folks who know there’s more to life than being liked by the New York Times? Should the United States of America continue to divide and separate along cultural lines, get as far away from the blue megacities of death and dreariness as you can. And if you should find yourself lost on your way out of the deserts of neoliberal nothingness, just ask directions from a stranger.
Out here, where people still look each other in the eye and judge friend from foe faster than a barefoot jackrabbit on a hot, greasy griddle, courtesy is the norm. Common sense, self-reliance, thankfulness, and respect for others are valued ways of life. People make and build things with personal knowhow, and then many of those same people blow those things up with M-80 firecrackers while listening to country and bluegrass music under wide open skies and bright, clear moons. Sometimes those things get done on Independence Day; sometimes it’s just a regular Taco Tuesday. You never know. So seriously: Who wouldn’t want to live where the rednecks roam?
If politics is downstream from culture, as another happy warrior and missed patriot, Andrew Breitbart, sagely pointed out, then who wouldn’t want to be downstream from a culture of God, guns, unapologetic masculinity, no-nonsense femininity, can-do toughness, and indomitable American spirit? When all that goodness is rolling down the stream, dams break or wisely open up. Either way, now’s the time to celebrate life and American culture because, whatever else may happen, none of this is going away. There are just too many rednecks and too much “flyover country” for the commiecrats and their corporate friends to find and Borg us all.
That reminds me of a piece I read last week from Patrice Lewis mocking a group of Antifa terrorists who are toying with the idea of bringing their blue-city mayhem to rural America, where conservatives are aplenty and police forces diffuse. Lewis quotes one social justice “warrior” in his/her/its/whatevs attempt to rally Reddit followers:
The radical Christians are found in the rural areas. Their towns are defenseless, they have almost no cops and their firemen are volunteers. They have to borrow cops and firemen from neighboring jurisdictions miles away in order to handle anything big. And they think they’re safe out there. Forget burning cities, cities are on our sides. It’s time for rural areas to feel the heat.
All I can say to that death wish is, “Good luck.” Lewis points out that this will amount to nothing short of “Suicide by Redneck,” and I heartily agree. Maybe stuck in some cubicle apartment shared by four gender-confused lost souls with no culture of their own, this seems like a good idea. Where culture, religion, patriotism, and family all mean a great deal, however, those without culture will not long survive. Nineteenth-century Prussian field marshal Helmuth von Moltke famously warned that no plan survives contact with the enemy.
If New World Order types think conquering the vast red regions of America is going to be easy, they’ve got another think coming. After all, this is where the rednecks roam.
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Two Storms, One Harvest
Every food crisis in living memory has been a one-shock event. The 2008 price spike was a commodity bubble. The 2020 shortages were a logistics failure. The 2022 grain scare was a war on one exporter’s ports. Each time, the system bent, adjusted, and recovered, and each time the experts assured us afterward that global markets are simply too big and too diversified to fail.
What nobody in Washington seems eager to discuss is that 2026 is shaping up to be something the modern food system has never actually faced. Two independent shocks, one climatic and one geopolitical, are converging on the same harvest cycle at the same time. Not sequentially. Simultaneously.
Start with the weather. The Pacific Ocean is currently building toward what forecasters now openly call a record event. NOAA’s Climate Prediction Center puts the odds of at least a strong El Niño near 88 percent, with roughly two in three odds it reaches “very strong” status, the tier reserved for perhaps three or four events in the entire satellite era. Every major global model now projects a median peak in Super El Niño territory, and most of them project it exceeding the 2015-16 event, which until now held the modern record. Sea surface anomalies were already brushing the super threshold in mid-July, months before these events normally peak. The atmosphere has already shifted into El Niño mode, and the event is forecast to crest in late fall and early winter.
This is not about “climate change.” It’s about the standard cycles of weather, and the cycle we’re currently in is one that has likely devastated societies in the past. We’re better prepared as a society today, but not all Americans are equally prepared.
Serious households have started doing the quiet math on their own. Grocery bills tell part of the story, and the forecast maps tell the rest, which is why long-term food storage has moved from fringe hobby to mainstream line item in the family budget, with established suppliers like Heaven’s Harvest seeing demand from people who five years ago would have rolled their eyes at the idea. That instinct is not paranoia. It is pattern recognition, and the pattern is worth walking through carefully.
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The Fertilizer Clock Is Already Running
While the Pacific warms, the second shock has been unfolding in the Strait of Hormuz. The conflict with Iran turned the world’s most important energy chokepoint into a contested waterway, and the consequences reach far beyond the gas pump. Roughly a third of global fertilizer trade moves through Hormuz, and the disruption sent urea prices up 86 percent year over year by March, with a 53 percent jump in a single month.
The World Bank projects energy prices rising about 24 percent in 2026 and fertilizer about 31 percent. By its own accounting, fertilizer prices ran 35 percent higher in the first five months of this year than the same period last year.
Here is the mechanism the nightly news will not explain. Fertilizer is not a grocery item. It is a time-delayed input. The nitrogen a farmer in Iowa or Punjab could not afford to apply this spring does not show up as a problem this spring. It shows up as a thinner harvest six to twelve months later.
The World Bank’s own food security brief concedes that the effects of reduced applications earlier this season “are likely to become visible only later in harvest outcomes.” Translate that from institutional language into plain English and it means this. The damage is already done, it is already in the ground, and we are simply waiting for it to arrive on the shelf.
Now check the calendar. Six to twelve months from the spring planting season lands us squarely in late 2026 and early 2027. Which is precisely when the strongest El Niño in the instrumental record is forecast to peak, bringing its signature droughts to Southeast Asia, Australia, southern Africa, northern Brazil, and South Asia, the very regions that grow the world’s rice, sugar, and oilseeds.
The World Bank warns openly that a strong El Niño “could disrupt multiple crop belts simultaneously” on top of the conflict-driven input costs. Their baseline projection assumes the Middle East disruptions ease by autumn. What in the last two years of Middle East history suggests that assumption is safe?
The System Has No Slack Left
The comfortable answer is that global markets always adjust. But adjustment requires slack, and the slack is gone. Global cereal production is expected to decline from last year’s records even before El Niño does its work. The UN World Food Programme, hardly a den of right-wing preppers, is calling this the most significant disruption to its supply chains since Covid and the invasion of Ukraine, and its supply chain director put the stakes bluntly.
Today’s supply chain challenges are tomorrow’s hunger crisis.
There is also a political dimension that markets cannot price. When food gets scarce, governments do not behave like economists. They behave like politicians. Export bans, hoarding mandates, and panic buying at the national level turned the modest rice shortfall of 2008 into a global crisis, and analysts are already warning that import-dependent nations are the first dominoes.
The 2015-16 Super El Niño, a far weaker event than what is now forecast, threw tens of millions into food stress across Africa and Asia. This one is projected to be stronger, and it arrives with fertilizer already rationed by price and shipping lanes already contested by missiles.
What Joseph Knew
Scripture does not treat preparation for lean years as faithlessness. It treats it as wisdom delivered in advance to those willing to act on it.
Behold, there come seven years of great plenty throughout all the land of Egypt: And there shall arise after them seven years of famine; and all the plenty shall be forgotten in the land of Egypt.
Joseph did not respond to that warning with a hashtag or a committee. He stored grain during the years of abundance, and when the famine came, Egypt stood while its neighbors begged. The lesson is not that famine is certain. It is that the time to prepare is precisely when preparation still looks optional.
Nobody who filled a pantry in a year of plenty has ever regretted it, and nobody standing in an empty aisle has ever been glad he waited for certainty.
None of this calls for panic, and panic is the enemy of sound judgment anyway. It calls for the same unglamorous prudence our grandparents considered ordinary. Keep some cash margin, know your local growers, and put real food in deep storage while it is cheap and available, because the entire arc of this story is that cheap and available is a closing window.
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