The man started to drink his beer now, but soon he put it down again. He brought a tattered paperback book out of his coat pocket. He opened the book up and began to read it and then closed it again. "That's why the British Empire has been such a vocal advocate for world-depopulation, and still is," he said, "by whatever means this can be achieved. It's part of the war of empire versus civilization."

      He put the book down and muttered something about "the damn royals who think they own the whole world." His hands were shaking. Then he muttered something about a prince who wants to be reincarnated as a particularly deadly virus in order that he may contribute to the world-population reduction. "Can you see the connection?" the man asked. "The prince uses this ploy to achieve by means of mass murder what he knows his empire must achieve to maintain its power. In real terms world isn't too full by any means. In comparison to what is required for humanity's proper self-development, our world is dramatically under-populated. There aren't enough people in the world to fulfill the human mission to prepare this planet for the next Ice Age. We are the eighth human species. The seven other have all become extinct, probably in one of the many ice ages."

      It was hard to make out precisely what he was saying. Was he seriously speaking of another Ice Age hitting this planet, or was he just 'dreaming?' The night wasn't young by any means. According to the evidence, he had been at this pub for quite some time.

      While holding the beer mug in both of his hands, carefully, as though it was a holy object, he nodded to me. "Do you know what they refer to as over-population?" He paused and took another sip as though he needed it to be able to announce the answer. "They mean that two thirds of humanity must be culled like a bloated heard of cattle." He spoke angrily now. No longer mentioning the Ice Age. His words were carefully spoken now so that there would be no misunderstanding about the scale of the promoted genicise. "It won't come to that," he added. "The Soviet Union will fall," he said, as if this explained it all. I looked at him perplexed. He had obviously one too many.

      "The Soviet Union can't survive the arms race against the whole world," he said moments later. He pulled himself together and spoke clearly now. "The arms race will destroy the Soviet economy," he said. "Then the empire's royals will come in with an olive branch in hand, while their sharks will loot Russia through the back door to the point that many millions of people can no longer maintain their existence. Russia is not excluded from the war of empire versus civilization, my friend. The goal of empire is, and always has been, to destroy any competition. That policy targets Russia and its population. This particular goal has been pursued for two hundred years already. At the present stage in the war of empire versus civilization they will do it. There is nothing that can be done to stop them." The man put his mug down and sighed.

      The old professor now spoke about Schiller again. He asked whether I read Schiller. He said that Schiller was right when he lamented that all the great moments in history, at which deep reaching changes could have been wrought, found humanity a small-minded people so that in the end nothing was done. "That is how Hitler was able to grab power, richly financed from England and America," he added, "and that's also why the world is now poised to go to hell." He said that all of Europe should band together when the Soviet Union falls. They should develop Europe, Russia and Asia into one single, modern, efficient economy, so that there will be peace at last, but it won't happen. Mark my word, it won't happen. And that is why the world is domed. If we were to stand together, all of us, all nations, determined to put an end to the war of empire against civilization, and redevelop the world with real economics, we might have a chance. Otherwise doom awaits mankind when the next Ice Age transition begins and our agriculture fails. We have wasted fifty centuries being strangled in this war of empire versus civilization, by which progress had been reduced to a snail's pace. We might only have two centuries left, my friend, or one, if that. Don't even think about global warming, that's the most deadly political farce ever unleashed in the war of empire versus civilization. The return of the Ice Age is real. It's schedule is run by galactic clockworks. We know that ice age cycles have hit us for the last two million years in roughly 100,000 year-intervals without fail. The next one is now before us. Standing together as human beings we can survive that threat, but we won't with the war of empire constantly killing us, bit by bit."

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