Xi Jinping Is Near Death, Leaving a Political Will and Struggling in Vain!

Xi Jinping’s Central Committee and the Military in Fierce Infighting (Graphic by People News)

[People News] On December 1, 2025, the cover of Qiushi magazine once again bore that familiar red background with gold characters, and yet another signed article by Xi Jinping appeared out of nowhere. After reading it from beginning to end, there is only one feeling: this stupid pig is truly panicking — panicking so much that he dares to bring out the entire Cultural Revolution set of “a revolution in the depths of the soul,” “absolute loyalty,” “down with capitalist roaders,” and “press the attack to wipe out the remaining enemy,” as if time had turned back fifty years.

This is not normal internal Party mobilization; this is a political-will-style deathbed struggle.

Why say he is “near death”? This isn’t a curse out of thin air, but an inevitable conclusion built on a series of ironclad facts and widespread rumors. First, his health had long since flashed red warnings. Since 2025, rumors about Xi Jinping having strokes have been endless: starting with a possibly leaked medical report early in the year suggesting senile cerebral atrophy and Parkinson’s disease; then the bizarre conversation during his September meeting with Putin in which he proactively discussed “health organ transplants” and “living to 150,” seemingly hinting at a personal health crisis. Not to mention the multiple sources in October claiming he suddenly suffered a stroke and was rushed to the hospital. When he appeared publicly, his face was pale, expression haggard, features swollen, full of sickness. A vice–national-level official even confirmed this was his third stroke. These are not tabloid rumors, but intelligence filtered from high levels within the Party and overseas media — a man in his seventies, mentally and physically exhausted under years of high-pressure rule, his body already riddled with damage from power. Rumors of dissolute private life and heavy drinking only made things worse, contributing to liver cirrhosis, brain tumors, and other chronic illnesses. No matter how abundant the medical resources, they cannot stop the combined grinding of age and stress. He knows that once his body collapses, everything is finished.

Second, politically he is besieged on all sides. Three years after the 20th Party Congress, rumors of crisis in Party power structures have been constant: his loyalist generals in the military have been purged one after another, even the vice chairmen of the Central Military Commission have been caught up. Local debts have exploded, the property market has crashed, youth unemployment has soared, and foreign capital is fleeing rapidly — these economic disasters have caused him utter humiliation. The “second-red-generation” elites and grassroots cadres have long since lost faith; no one believes in the nonsense of “the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation” anymore — everyone just wants to protect their families and wealth. Worse still, internationally, Trump’s return has put U.S.–China relations on edge, and Putin’s “health dialogue” seems more like pressure from afar. Potential rivals within the Party are stirring; once he falls, the reckoning storm will sweep in. He knows too well that a solitary man at the peak of power faces utter ruin at the smallest misstep.

Lastly, public anger has reached a boiling point. The tragedies of pandemic lockdowns and the pain of economic decline have completely shattered the public’s illusions about this so-called “prosperous age.” Young people are unemployed, the elderly have no hope for retirement, the middle class collapses like a tide — all of these are time bombs he personally created. Now, he can only launch another round of “self-revolution” to divert attention, eliminate dissenters, and consolidate power. But this is nothing but drinking poison to quench thirst: with deteriorating health, shaky politics, and a disastrous economy, he is like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to go out at any moment.

He knows all too well that he doesn’t have much time left. Three years after the 20th Party Congress — economic decline, exploding local debts, real estate collapse, youth unemployment, demographic cliff, capital flight — every indicator is brutally reminding him that the “prosperous age” built over the past decade through debt, exploitation, and lies has reached its end. And worst of all, the Party itself has long since disintegrated internally. From princelings to grassroots officials, no one believes in the grand narrative of “national rejuvenation”; everyone just wants to preserve their limited vested interests, to secure a way out for their families and children before the coming quake.

Thus he can only return to the most primitive, the most barbaric, and the most effective tactic: launch a new Cultural Revolution under the name of “self-revolution,” labeling anyone who might seek to settle accounts after his death as “capitalist roaders,” “disloyal elements,” “viruses corroding the Party,” and eliminating them one by one.

Every sentence in this article trembles:

He shouts “absolute loyalty” because he knows no one in the Party is genuinely loyal anymore.

He shouts “another revolution in the depths of the soul” because he realizes even Politburo members no longer believe in that ideological drivel.

He shouts “those who fail their duties will be investigated, and accountability will be strict” because he fears that once he falls, the first thing that will happen is a reckoning.

He shouts “never stop, never cease” — but this is actually aimed at potential successors, at his family, at those vested-interest groups: anyone who dares overturn, settle accounts, or reform after his death — he will destroy them first.

This is not confidence; this is the extreme manifestation of fear. A truly strong person does not need to constantly repeat the word “absolute.” Only someone profoundly insecure will chant “absolute loyalty” over and over like Xianglin’s Wife endlessly reciting scriptures.

History will remember this absurd moment: a man who was once arrogant and unrestrained drags the country back into the specter of the Cultural Revolution in his final days, just to buy a few extra years of dying struggle for himself, his family, and the elite clique around him.

Of course he knows this old trick won’t work anymore. Today’s young people don’t even know what the Cultural Revolution was; today’s bureaucrats are a hundred times more cunning than those in 1966; today’s society is a thousand times more complex than back then. But he has no other cards left. Besides digging up Cultural Revolution tactics from the trash heap of history and repainting them, what else can he do?

So he must struggle, must thrash about at all costs, must ignite the powder keg before he breathes his last, pushing every contradiction to the limit and crushing anyone who might threaten the “unchanging red regime.”

Because he knows too well: once he falls, this lie of “never changing color” will be completely exposed, and the elite families he created, the economy he destroyed, the society he tore apart will demand blood debts from him and his heirs in the cruelest ways.

Thus he must struggle even as death approaches.

This is not “self-revolution”; it is like a mad pig lifted onto the slaughtering block, screaming and attempting one last desperate counterattack — a dictator’s final frenzy of revenge against history, the people, and the future.

History will prove that this final struggle will only hasten his downfall — making it faster, more complete, and far uglier.

(Source: Author’s X account)

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