With each passing year it seems like we are headed for some sort of “black swan” event. “This has to be the year!” is something lots of us say every January and instead what mostly keeps happening is that the system slowly limps along. 2020 was an outlier (like 2001) with the one-two punch of Covid and the martyring of Saint George Floyd of the Fentanyl (pbuh) but in retrospect that entire year seems more and more like a planned trial run to see what worked and what didn’t for the real deal, capped off by the absolutely farcical “election” where President Potato Head received such a ridiculous number of votes it was like daring us to notice.
I thought 2025 would be a year of widespread chaos and it really wasn’t. My every day life was pretty good, business was good, guns are cheap and plentiful. Stuff like Charlie Kirk being assassinated didn’t directly impact me. If you lived mostly off-grid back in the woods 2026 would have been a pretty OK year other than prices continuing to climb although at a much slower rate than under the AutoPen Regime.
What will this year bring? As is always the case my predictions remains the same (too lazy to make an updated 2026 gif):
We should expect the unexpected which seems like a dumb saying but what I mean by that is that we shouldn’t get caught up in the latest shiny object dangled in front of us to distract us from what is really going on. It also means we should be focused on reality instead of fantasy. More on that in an upcoming post. You can’t know what is going to happen and you can’t fully prepare for every possible eventuality so just focus on the basics. Having food and medical supplies and of course firearms will serve you well in almost any scenario. Having local people who can watch your back is always more valuable than a million followers on social.
It certainly feels like the whole world is sort of holding it’s collective breath expecting something bad. It will be better to hit midnight on December 31st, 2026 having prepared but not needing it than to be in full on panic mode (or dead) because you weren’t ready.
As long as the lights stay on and there is breath in my body, Dissident Thoughts will be here. I look forward to hearing back from my readers as we walk barefoot together through the field of broken glass that is life in America circa the mid 2020s.
“The easy way didn’t work. Cry your tears and get ready for what comes next.”-OH
Pretty sure we’re headed for times where coyote brown, side-zip, 8″ work boots have more utility than mandles or flip flops do.
“field of broken glass that is life in America…” Classic.
You may take my flipflops, but my Hawaiian shirts outta my cold dead hands!
Mighty tired of black swans. Last 20 years nothing but black swans shitting on everything and women swooning. The whole thing a dumpster fire that we call normal because you can still, technically, roast a marshmallow over it and tell your kid we’re camping.
2026 will be more of the same. I already bet against the system and lost. So now it’s just all my stacks of ramen waiting for spicy packets. The rest just noise.
“I suppose if one is wearing a Hawaiian shirt, blousing one’s trouser legs in one’s boot tops is a bit extraneous” Gen. George Patton (probably)
It is absolutely required to blouse your BDU pants atop your combat boots when wearing a Hawaiian or Tommy Bahama shirt. It’s in the basic training manual for the Boogaloo Boys.
As someone remarked when asked if they were worried about (space) alien invasion? (apparently there’s a number that are).
“Not until they show up at my place for dinner.”
Slowly at first and then all at once…Got Tribe? for the Tribulation?…
Make good commies is a feature not a bug.
All commies are subhuman vermin.
Useful idiot or fellow traveler.
I started worrying about the future during Dubya’s tenure, then got mildly obsessed with prepping during the Reign of Hussein, then the Plague got me ramped up beyond comprehension and I feel like I’ve been on “high alert” for the last 5 years.
Then it dawned on me… I’m acting like my grandmother who was CONVINCED that we were in the “End Days” and that Tribulation was right around the corner. I spent the 70’s and most of the 80’s seriously thinking the world was coming to an end ‘any day now’, until I decided that grandmother was ‘cryin’ wolf’ and I spent the last 20 years of her life just assuming she was a crack pot. Now I’ve spent the last 20+ years thinking the end is upon us, but for completely different (secular)reasons. The accuser has become the crack pot?!?
I’m pretty much outta fux to give at this point. Yes, I’ve got food and water filtration, medical supplies, pew pews and plenty of ‘freedom seeds’ for them and lots of other ‘stuff’, but what I don’t have anymore is the fear.
The worry has been totally exhausted out of me. I’m of a mind to just roll with it, try to enjoy what little time I have left and to go down swinging. I’ve had a good run – never expected to make it to 30 and now I’m nearly double that number, so I’m ok with whatever happens. I’m just done worrying about it.
100%.
Panic early! Avoid the rush later. Pithy, I know, but surprisingly useful in practice.
We all know IT is coming. IT won’t be one thing. Look at silver alone. Details at 11.