There goes Rome (again.)

The recurring concepts underlying my posts are: rarities, semantics, hypocrisy, delusion, and above all our bent for euphemism; our inability to name things for what they are.

There are genres. Genres are different. There are races. Races are different. The number of voices screaming foul and claiming we’re alike is irrelevant. We aren’t.

“Let’s mix and match so we’re one race!” cry the liberal masses. “Imagine a Beige humanity!”

Well, it doesn’t look so straightforward to me. The race that created Western Civilization is on its way to extinction. Blacks have most of Africa and a good chunk of Asia. Yellows have the rest of Asia. There are Browns in most continents. And since the flow of immigration is one way, chances are Blacks, Yellows and Browns, breeding at twice the rate as Whites, will sustain their races while the Whites disappear.

Is this a bad thing? I don’t know, but I wonder why we frown at the concept of interbreeding when related to other species and champion human mixing. Why we downgrade mongrels and favor Labradors or Dobermans? What about livestock? Vegetables? Grains? Fruits? In fact, the single issue that made viable our civilization of sprawling cities was careful strain-selection in agriculture and husbandry. Without these, Earth would have billions fewer humans. Or, to put it another way (as the actress said to the bishop,) if we didn’t select seeds and livestock, there would be no next year for 90% of the world’s human population.

Rome was unable to curb its reach, control its population, or defend its frontiers. Their armies and cities became a mismatch of peoples and races each with their own agenda. Eventually, a human flood swamped the greatest empire that had ever existed. The outcome? Darkness and ashes.

I believe we’ve left behind the point of no return as we barrel against a brick wall and I wonder what will be built on top of our Rome’s ashes—and more to the point, who will cart the bricks.