Somewhere around the 1960s people’s dreams of bright white cities with flying cars and limitless resources disintegrated. They gave way to nightmares of a scorched Earth, of emaciated men and women scavenging through wastelands, risking it all for the hope of one last meal among the ruins of civilizations past. The transformation of optimism to pessimism, of utopia to dystopia, of hope for the future to nostalgia for the past, is not an unknown phenomenon. Everyone is aware of that cultural shift on some level. The question lies in what caused it. What was it that murdered hope?

Different people will give you different answers. Some will blame economic systems, some will blame the Cold War, some will blame the atomic bomb. All of those answers are partially correct, but none of them will give you the full picture. There’s a piece missing from this puzzle. A piece one can only find on the fringes of discourse. That piece is the truth about the second world war.

Berlin gave me the blues. We have destroyed what could have been a good race and we are about to replace them with Mongolian savages. And all Europe will be communist. It’s said that for the first week after they took it, all women who ran were shot and those who did not were raped.” – General George S. Patton, 1945

Optimism was killed with the death of Adolf Hitler, and buried deep underground with the bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Of the people who were awake, optimism died in the 1940s, it just took roughly 20 years for the masses to catch up with reality. The masses don’t pay attention; they notice everything too late, and because of that they are easily manipulated.

One of the ways that they were kept in the dark was with promises of a future among the stars, with the space race. But who pioneered the technology that sent men to the moon? Who created the rockets? Wernher von Braun. That name doesn’t sound very American, does it? It isn’t, it’s a German’s name, a National Socialist’s name. That’s right, it’s a “Nazi’s” name.

Even with their victory over the Third Reich, the Jews still had to steal from Germany to keep the American public pacified while they pushed forward their real plans. The goyim had their sights firmly set towards the heavens while our Semitic friends busily worked on ending segregation and bringing forth the civil rights movement in the states, while they conquered Palestine in the Middle East and sent that country’s native population to the ghettos.

So what was it about the 1960s exactly that finally dispelled the collective fantasy the American public was engaged in? I’m sure you’ve already figured it out. It was everything.

The thing about Jews is that they’re great liars. They really are, they’ve got a true talent for it. But lies can only survive in a vacuum. You open that falsehood, that fib, that fiction up to the real world and the light shines on it. The magnitude of truth, of nature, of reality, it comes crashing down on that bullshit and it smashes it. But there’s this saying, “It’s easier to fool someone than it is to convince someone that they’ve been fooled.” No one wants to be the sucker. So when someone who has been duped finally has the truth come crashing in, they don’t go back in time and figure out where they went wrong, when they were sold a bill of goods and by whom. Instead they go into denial. They start to believe that the fantasy they were sold could still be a reality, that we’ve just gotta go back in time to the 1950s, before everything fell apart.

You see where this is going? If someone starts out from a false pretense, like say, the 1950s were a golden age, then they’ve already lost. Think about who acts like that. They’re called conservatives. “America was great when I grew up in (insert the 1990s, 1980s, 1970s, 1960s, 1950s, and so on and so forth) so we’ve just gotta go back to that. We don’t need to start over again!” These people want to revive optimism, but optimism is what failed us in the first place.

Now hold your horses, I’m not saying pessimism is the answer either. If you’ve got your eyes firmly planted on the sewer, you’re still not seeing the whole picture. Pessimism is nothing more than optimism’s goth brother – same coin, different sides. The world isn’t all good and it’s not all bad either; the world is just the world. Whether you’re dreaming of a space station in orbit around Mars, or an underground hellscape full of bug-eyed mongrels, you’re still dreaming of something that doesn’t exist. Put your head in the clouds, or put your head in the dirt, doesn’t matter, either way you aren’t living in the moment.

The past is prologue and the future is fantasy. The moment is where everything happens, the present, that’s reality. You don’t build up your body in the future, you don’t refuse to partake in vice in the future, you do that in the moment or you don’t do it all. “Tomorrow, tomorrow I’ll change my life,” is the siren call of the loser.

Optimism died because it had to die. It didn’t line up with reality, and anything that doesn’t line up with reality is living on borrowed time. You can fool some of the people all the time, and you can fool all of the people some of the time, but you can’t ever fool the universe because the universe owns your ass. For the time being, regardless of what faith you subscribe to, you’re stuck in the material world, and your body is a material thing. So drop the fantasies, whether they be of a pessimistic bent or an optimistic one, just drop them.

This is the world we’re living in. It can be harsh, it can be cruel, and it can also be beautiful. Anything we hope to accomplish must be done within the confines of this world. Don’t mourn the passing of optimism, it deserved to die.