The end of the Postmodern Empire is nigh. July 4, 2015 is the expected date of the burning in effigy of Mao Zedong in Beijing and the unsightly demise in Paris of some of postmodernism’s most fervent advocates.

As for Islam and Al Qaeda, that Gestapo kamikaze legion of brownshirts made all too-ready-for hire by the Postmodern Empire, was as easily bought by the socialist federations as the Saudi princes bought the Pentagon through the invaluable Bush family connections. Osama bin Laden’s day will drag on far longer than expected. His name, like that of Adolf Hitler’s, will be held up as the questionable saviour who stamped the mark of Cain on all Arabic-speaking peoples. Arabic is now about as welcome to our ears as German was right after the Second World War.

The forthcoming has-beens of the Postmodern New World Order ensured this condition for themselves by sitting, all of their intellectual life, on that seat on a train facing backward. Retrovision has to do with popularity polls, demographics, targeted audiences and quantum-theory probabilities.

Numbers obviously mean more to postmodernists than words. The deconstruction of language is an increasingly useful tool among the so-called enlightened ones. This doesn’t mean they don’t have some of the largest vocabularies in the multilingual world. These imperial minions could chat Patience herself into a coma, but their attention is riveted and their mouths shut when the numbers roll in from their projection spreads on the effects of abortion and euthanasia on the elimination of poverty, hunger and crime. With those returns, they have propagated population control ever since Mao Zedong instituted it when he starved 30 million Chinese peasants to death, vainly pushing his Great Leap Forward backyard industrialization program.

Statisticians are always looking backward, forever enshrining facts that are disappearing behind us. The postmodern passengers are certain, because the Scientists keep assuring them that mankind’s future is set on a track headed toward a superhuman race, an eventual culling of the herd into nothing but the best, the brightest and the most ruthless. That’s their destination – one full of false expectations.

"The numbers prove it!" they say.

Well, give me a numerologist over a mathematician any day. These prophets and poets of numbers, like the blind Tiresias, read whole Biblical chapters into each number. Through mathematics’ cold equations, Man is lurching toward terrible trouble trying to be God. Indeed, with all this talk of nuclear first strikes in Iran and Israel, an apocalypse seems imminent.

"Never again," is the cry of historians of the Holocaust. Combine the humanicide of worldwide legalized abortion and the body count of the atomic war to come, and the memorialists of the Postmodern New World Order won’t have to run documentaries on Armageddon. The effects of radioactivity will linger upon the face of humanity for centuries… and the postmodernists will be more ostracized and vilified than neo-Nazis and the Ku Klux Klan.

Words always look forward and numbers look backward in time. A future has been built out of the past, but its direction has always been set by a humanity sitting in the seats facing forward, not backward.

Though God does not play dice with the universe, Man has played Russian roulette with numbers for centuries. The gun will go off, and it will not be the gun’s fault but the entire mentality of Science that designed the gun, handed it to Man and encouraged him to solve all the problems of life through abortion, euthanasia, adult human experimentation and the death-loving rules of Dr. Strangelove.