No one can say I don’t walk my talk. Literally.

In 2020, I warned you to avoid the lethal injection, and that call saved the lives of countless Vigilantes. I stood by my word, not a single drop entered my veins, my wife’s, or my kids’. When I say take up my offer of a free trial for the Dollar Vigilante newsletter it’s because we have 20 analysts sharing their own portfolio decisions based on analysis of the markets in there. When I say “short,” I’m the one shorting; when I say “buy,” I’’m buying. When I say paint your roof blue… well… I did.

For five years, I have been engineering my survival strategy for this exact moment. I didn't just speculate; I built the ranch, secured the harvest, installed the solar grid, and stockpiled the fuel… doing exactly what I told you to do.

I brought you into the TZLA Club and showed you the power of the TZLA machine because I’ve seen the results firsthand. I believe in its ability to heal both humans and animals, fixing internal and external damage when the rest of the system fails.

I’m not just predicting the wasteland; I’m already living the solution. Now, the moment has come I’ve been warning about for 10 years.

The situation in the Middle East has moved past tense and straight into absurd. We have a triple-decker blockade sandwich that sounds like a bad fever dream. Iran is blockading the US’s blockade of the OG blockade, and the shipping lanes are effectively a ghost town.

But keep your eyes on the side hustle. Notice how those seemingly unrelated oil refineries, gas hubs, and fertilizer plants keep spontaneously combusting? It is almost like someone is systematically removing the Jenga blocks from the bottom of the global supply chain while you are distracted by the noise. Fertilizer isn't just dirt food. It is the difference between a grocery store and a riot and cannibal apocalypse.

By September, Ausjalia is going to be living out a tribute act to their finest cinematic export: Mad Max. It is poetic, really. Australia gave us the dust-goggles, spiked mudguards wasteland aesthetic, and now they are first in line to audition for the real thing while crime minister Anthony Albanese waste millions of liters of jet fuel trying to beg, borrow or steal fuel after one of Ausjalia’s two remaining fuel refineries burned down yesterday.

Europe has warned that it’s sitting on roughly six weeks of jet fuel left. That means you have less than two months to decide where you want to be for the next two years. Or forever. If you want to spend the dystopia fighting for a scrap of tire tread in a literal desert, fine. Just make sure you are choosing that fate consciously instead of wandering into it because you were too busy scrolling. Because while the grid prepares to blink, the Queen of the EU, Ursula von der Leyen, is already pivoting. Her latest genius move? Floating the idea of mandatory vaccinations for everyone. Nothing says “we have lost control of the energy grid” quite like “everyone needs a mandatory injection.” It is the ultimate administrative flex while the lights are flickering.

If you’re sitting in London or Manchester, I bet you haven't heard of Exercise Turnstone. Let me give you the dystopian highlight reel. It is essentially a high-level government “stress test” for total societal collapse. We are talking about:

Military-managed food distribution.
Total communication blackouts.
The suspension of “unnecessary” civil liberties to maintain “order.”

They aren't practicing for a rainy day. They are practicing for the day the rain stops and the taps run dry.

Don't think the Land of the Free is getting a pass. The US is still importing 40% of its oil, and the agricultural sector is screaming. Farmers are already paying 500% more for feed. You don't need a PhD in economics to know what happens next. The shelves won't just be empty; they will be decorative.

Meanwhile, the political theater reaches a peak of high-grade surreality. You have Pete Hegseth on your screen doing a prayer straight out of Pulp Fiction, quoting Ezekiel 25:17 while the logistics of the nation crumble in the background. You truly could not make this up if you tried.

The clock is ticking. You have six weeks of flight time left. Pick your spot on the map and hunker down. The wasteland is coming, and it doesn't care if you're ready or not.

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