You're still on about your suicide quip? Have at it chief, make the cut... I live a smaller life wherein my obligations are to educate, prepare, and protect, the few lives I am surrounded by. Saving a society that doesn't want to be saved isn't my place. The fact remains, until the most apathetic, recalcitrant White European American feels fear accompanied by a clear and present sense of foreboding threat - nothing will happen. Until the monopolistic hold of the NeoCon cult, of the faggot QBoomers, and the evangelical zealots is broken - there can be no collective adoption of the basic principles of racial self-interest or the foundational perspective of belonging to a tribe. Politics, economic dependency, and religion absolutely prevent that association by holding it as a threat to their own parasitic self-interests. Turn on the TV and you will see we are nowhere near a reality that allows for that to happen. Things will get bad enough that perhaps, with luck, such a critical mass will eventually occur. If and when it does - perhaps something of consequence can be accomplished however it will not result in a utopian return to the era of the Dick Van Dyke and Mary Tyler Moore American Superpower ethnostate circa the early 1960s. It will necessarily be colder, darker, meaner, and it will be predicated upon utilitarian violence and persistent scarcity. Abundance is built, not fallen back upon. Perhaps, if throughout this process, the petroleum supply chain remains unbroken, then a gradual and hard won tribal platform will begin to take shape but if the domestic petroleum bubble is allowed to burst? Then all bets are off. Internalize the impossibility of the challenge before you and choose to undertake it regardless. Weak-kneed copium is a mental crutch that will fail you with perfect certainty when the cold hand of reality takes hold. I've watched good men die while cowards lived on. I've endured three separate combat injuries which pushed me past the ability to rely on some transient emotional opiate to make it through the day. Tempered force of will, and nothing less is required for the noble revolt you seem to foresee. I hope, with perfect sincerity, that your vision of our tribal fate is what prevails. So take that as you will. I'm not trying to piss in your Cheerios, but I've seen too much death to believe the fairy tales born of pop-cultural ignorance and desperation. If your version plays out, with whatever ability I've got left, I'll be out there with you... Doing my thing. Just be prepared for the possibility that it will go the other way.